#“tongues entwining in a dance of desire and need”

[romanoffsbish]

So Kiss Me

Natasha Romanoff x R

Natasha was a perfectionist, something that normally benefited her, but when it comes to dating she is a bit lost. In her time as a spy and single woman she’d shared her fair share of kisses, but with you she’d yet to find the perfect moment… | WC: 1,521

"Pull over!" Natasha looked at you incredulously, it was pouring down rain and you were on a highway, driving away from her failed attempt at a picnic date.

Just before she denied you she let her gaze linger on your face, you looked so enthralled by the storm; wordlessly she pulled off onto the side of the road, her red emergency lights flashing in the dead of night.

——

If you were anyone else she'd have kept on driving, but you weren't. You were Y/N, the beautiful person who turned her world upside down just by existing. Gravity was lost on her planet though, so the vibe was wavy. All Natasha wanted was to make you happy so she stood beneath the dim light of the moon observing you. Not caring if it was cold and wet, because you were smiling.

After she helped you climb over a white fence and into a field you released her hand and began to twirl around  the wet, open grassy area in a fit of infectious giggles.

You were perfect. This entire moment was, honestly.

Natasha wanted to dance with you, but she was lost in her depraved thoughts, of your lips pressing into hers.

It was too soon, right? Two months and four dates, alongside many a lazy night in at the compound, and she had yet to make the daring move. Was she scared?

No, she told herself she was just being cautious. If you move too fast then things are more likely to crumble to the ground and that was the last thing she wanted. In this moment though, where you are genuinely joyful she questions what even constitutes the perfect timing.

Natasha dreamed it could've been today, you'd have just finished eating: a pb and j for herself and a bit of snacking for yourself, a strawberry here, some cheese and cracker there, a brownie made by Wanda, always.

The thought made Natasha smile, she could only imagine the mess you'd leave behind on your face in your rush to gobble the treat down. Her heart would skip and she'd scoot closer to you with the excuse of needing to wipe your face clean. She'd tease the idea of trying a brownie herself, then she'd lean even closer.

You'd look at her lips, a jolt of electrified energy would surround you as your eyes met again. The desperation muddled into your sweet y/e/c eyes would compliment her desire. Natasha would gulp down her fear, masking it with a channeled confidence and kiss you firmly.

Soft and slow as her tongue swiped your lips, in a perfect world she would have you in her lap. It would be a gradual shift, and just as your thighs touched hers she'd squeeze your hips and slide her tongue into you.

Tasting the brownie, catching hints of a dark caramel, not caring for the way that it covers your natural taste. Yet she would be compelled to stay where she was, unable to separate herself from your affection until she felt your body tremble from the oxygen deprivation. As she'd pull away she'd hotly whisper, delicious—the brownies review; commentary laced with innuendo.

Natasha would observe you fondly, the moment you stop feeling a need to gulp down air you'll meet her gaze and your lips will tiredly upturn. The redhead would grin just the same as she lifted water to your lips. The both of you'd sip some down, silently regarding one another before the inevitable embrace.

You'd likely still have been there now, laid out on the blanket beneath her with your tongues entwined. A beautiful encapsulation of your heart's connection.

It would've been perfect...

Natasha caught you staring up at her, heart racing in her chest and she smiled, realizing it still could be.

"Fuck it," the redhead whispered under her breath. In two long strides she was stood right before you, leaving enough space for you to move away, but you moved right into her open arms with a radiant smile. The rain had soaked through the both of your clothes but you were warm and so content in her offered embrace.

Wonder; the look in your eyes, bright and refreshing as you stared up at your lover. Natasha's eyes were a bit murky, a silly fight going on in her stubborn mind.

"You're so pretty Natty," you giggled, a finger raised up to boop her flushed nose, "my beautiful Natasha."

The storm in her mind faded instantaneously.

Natasha was uncharacteristically nervous, even though it was near pitch black you could still see her face flushing under the bright stars. The redness on her nose from the cold trailed a bright stripe across her cheeks and you'd never seen her look more beautiful.

You sighed gently, "What's on your mind honey?" Natasha leaned more into your touch as your thumbs mindlessly stroked over her cheeks, comforting her. A stuttered breath left her lips, "C-can I kiss you detka?"

You grinned, heart racing incredibly fast as you pulled her face close enough that she could feel as you nod. A nudge to your nose and then her lips were on yours. It was like the atmosphere had thinned around you but it didn't matter, your urge to breathe was nonexistent.

If Natasha was a succubus you'd willingly submit, it was never a question you had but now it was answered. The taste of her blood should've alarmed you, but all it did was make you press your soft lips further into hers.

It was like you were trying to love her back together, kiss her until all her broken pieces fit as one again. A warmth spread through her chest and radiated off the brief smile you felt against your lips. Strong arms then wrapped around your waist until her hands could grip your hips and lift you off the ground. A continuation of the expression of her unbridled joy as she spun you.

Your legs dangled and clacked together momentarily until you followed your reflex to wrap them around her, pulling her front flush to yours; it felt natural, to finally be this close to your true love, bodies entwined.

There was no place else either of you'd like to be, even if the field was another's territory it felt like you two belonged here. At least for the time being as your relationship reached new heights; a melodic moan left you as her tongue sensually swirled around yours, her grip on your hips tightened and you both realized just how heated the moment was with your back to a tree.

Natasha's arms loosened, resting on the sides of your body now as she lowered your feet to the ground. Your head tipped back, hanging off to the side of the tree trunk, your eyes full of happiness gazed up at her.

A playful sigh left you when you saw her eyes dart to your glimmering lips. "Took you long enough, Natty."

Natasha gasped in offense, "What ever do you mean?"

"Don't get me wrong," you coo'd, hands going back up to cup her cold, wet cheeks, "This was perfect, but I just had anticipated it would happen far sooner."

"Oh," she squeaked, almost embarrassed but she steeled herself. "Mind telling me when sweetheart?"

Natasha chuckled when you shivered, a mental note made to remember how easily you react to her teasing.

"I was ready after our first date," you admitted with a dreamy sigh to follow, "It was a perfect night to me."

The redhead nods, remembering the moment too.

It was the most awkward night of her life but you only seemed to find her timid exploration of the situation endearing. When she grabbed onto your hand while in line for the massive rollercoaster you gently smiled, refusing to acknowledge the sweat coating her palms.

You wished she'd kissed you then. When she tried the cotton candy for the first time you wanted to kiss her. Seeing the glint of childish amusement in her eyes as the sugar melted on her tongue made you sentimental.

At the top of the ferris wheel, when she risked putting her arm around your shoulders you'd expected it then. Yet still, she missed the opportunity to lean in, just like she did that night when she left you at your own room.

"I thought you maybe weren't feeling me," you admitted with a regretful tone, "but then you asked me for a second date; I realized you were taking it slow."

"Wow," Natasha acknowledged, "I am an idiot."

You giggled, "It's okay Natty, truly, I appreciate the consideration you gave to our relationship so much."

"I just want this to work Y/N," she pleaded, "I need us to be endgame. Nobody else could make me happy."

"You wanna be my endgame?" Natasha nodded, and held your tilted face in her hand, then she instinctively leaned in for a kiss, stopping only briefly to whisper, "More than anything," against your parted lips.

"I want that too, Natasha." The moment was perfect.

Every single minute spent with you always was....

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[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT making out with yuuta okkotsu ♡︎.

It was bound to happen. It’s a known fact that you’re obsessed with your boyfriend and can’t go a few minutes without touching or kissing him. Like now, when you both were supposed to be watching a movie comfortably in the living room. A cheesy romantic comedy featuring a couple of Hollywood pretty boys and equally attractive women, with a bowl of popcorn loaded with butter and salt on the coffee table in front of the couch.

The movie was great, however; you and yuuta did not last long before getting in a heated makeout session that consumed all your attention. All initiated by you of course. You had started by shifting your position to lean your front more towards his side, still sitting next to him. Licking your lips as they form into a mischievous smile. Yuuta could tell the exact moment you lost interest in the movie and turned your attention to him. He stayed levelheaded, trying to maintain his own focus but it was hard when your hand moved from his hand to rest on top of his thigh. He knew what you were doing and he didn’t even have to look at you to see the look of lust in your eyes. If he did, he knew he’d fold immediately and he really wanted to watch this movie. But when you leaned closer and started to kiss along his jaw and neck, all concentration was lost.

Before you knew it, you were sitting on Yuuta’s lap and straddling his waist, your ass perfectly aligned on his cock and your hair shielding you both from the world. His hands moved to grip your hips firmly, his touch eager and desperate. You didn’t waste any time in locking your lips to his, claiming them in a passionate kiss. Taking charge, your tongue teased the seam of his lips, seeking entrance. Yuuta kissed back, matching your fervent pace and opening his mouth to let you in. Moaning when you grinded against his growing erection, reveling in the friction between your bodies, the heat and wetness building with each movement.

Your tongue eagerly glides against his, your lips beginning to become swollen and hotter after every kiss. As you passionately kissed him, Yuuta's hand drifted up, tangling in your hair. He pulled your hair gently, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, pulling you closer against him. He could feel the heat radiating from your body, the way your curves fit perfectly against him, and it only fueled his desire further. Then, His hand roamed down your back, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress and gripping your ass possessively, making you gasp and ruching your dress up in the process. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh, relishing in the way it fit perfectly in his large hand. He pressed you harder against him, his need for friction and you overpowering any desire to watch the movie. Surprisingly, or maybe not considering it was you, but you weren’t wearing any underwear under your dress, wanting to fully embody the statement ‘easy access’. It was like you were planning for this to happen and the thought made Yuuta’s cock throb in his pant. And you kept grinding against his bulge, enjoying the friction and delightful nudge of your clit.

Your lips danced together, your tongue plundering his mouth. When you pulled away, you opened your own mouth to extend your long tongue. Leaning forward to bring your tongues together before slipping into a sloppy kiss, your tongues exploring the other’s mouth. Then momentarily parting to repeat the cycle of licking your tongues in an erotic fashion. It was messy and heated, drool trickling down your chins. As your tongues entwined in a passionate dance within your mouths, your senses were overwhelmed with the taste of him, a heady mix of your combined saliva. The sensation of his warm, velvety appendage sliding against your own had you leaning forward to deepen the kiss more, your stomach tightened with desire.

A moan escaped your lips as your hips ground against his, muffled by the fervent connection you shared. The slick sounds of your tongues exploring each other only served to fuel the fire burning within you both, intensifying the raw and primal yearning that had taken hold. Your lips finally broke apart, leaving a trail of glistening saliva connecting you as you both gasped for breath. Yuuta's lips trailed a path down your jawline, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He found your pulse point, his teeth grazing against it as he left a mark, a reminder of this encounter. Continuing his journey, he resumed placing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving trails of saliva and suck marks in his wake.

"Mmm...you taste so goddamn good," he groaned against your skin before biting down, again, lightly on your collarbone, eliciting a soft yelp from you that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him. He moved lower, trailing kisses down your cleavage and over your exposed chest. One of his hands ventured higher from your ass, cupping your breast through the fabric of your dress, his thumb brushing against your hardened nipple. Your hands slide down from his face to grip at his shoulders, your face is red and you pant, whimpering while he kisses your neck. You tilt your head up and to the side to give him more access to your neck. “Okko…” you mumbled. “You’re so soft,” he whispered into your skin, licking from your collarbone up the base of your throat.

Yuuta looks so cute when you get a good look at him, his face flushed red and his eyes glazed over with need. You may be the needy one but he’s always sure to deliver, and you loved pushing him past his limits to drop the ‘shy boy’ act and properly handle you. "You know I can't resist you when you look like this," he growled, nipping at your earlobe teasingly. His patience has grown thin and the desire to stuff his cock inside you has grown unbearable, and he needs to have you now. Yuuta stood up swiftly, lifting you effortlessly off the couch and carrying you towards the bedroom.

“You’re so needy, baby. That desperate for my cock? You know I can never deny you…”

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[konigbabe]

heavenly sin

Pairing: RE4!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Word count: 3.4k

Tags/warnings: smut (pure unfiltered filth, no plot); voice kink; p-in-v sex; unprotected sex; female gendered anatomy; female masturbation; fingering; cunnilingus; established relationship; no y/n; references to Christianity and ferocity; extensive wordplay

Summary: It's been known that Leon is one kinky bastard.

A/N: Written as part of my A to Z kinks game. N is for narratophilia aka being aroused by sexual storytelling.

Tried something a little bit different to explore my knowledge of English. A wordplay of sorts (I basically threw random words together in hopes that it'd make some sense). Bon Appetit.

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“You enjoying yourself?” As Leon discards his gloves, casting them aside like insignificant relics, you feel the pillow crumple beneath his weight. A testament to the force of his being. The air feels sizzling hot, thick with heat and suffocating in its intensity. “If I knew my words would get you so riled up,” his other hand cups your breast, thumb circling the erected nipple and watching as goosebumps rise over the sensitive skin, “I’d do this much sooner.”

It started as a joke, a fleeting spark in the sea of banter. Leon’s flirtatious nature entwined in perfect harmony with his tender heart.

Fresh out of the shower, your heart longed for the man whose sudden departures have become routine. A standard in your life.

The sun made its final descent below the horizon, the sky painted in shades of amber and gold – the bedroom awash in a warm and inviting glow, as if every object was kissed by the sun's final rays. The light filtered through the sheer curtains, creating patterns on the floor that danced like flickering flames.

And in the midst of it all, Leon's call came through, cutting through the stillness.

The conversation began innocently. Calling to let you know he’ll be home soon. It was as though his tenderness was butterfly's wings, fluttering in your chest and making your heart skip a beat.

His sincere words slowly spilt over into something else. Something more. Something promising.

It’s now that the phone lies next to your ear, and Leon's voice, like a silk ribbon, unwinds into your consciousness, stirring a deep and primal desire within you. Building the anticipation need inside you.

“After that, I’d bent you over the table. You’d already be naked and dripping,” Leon’s voice a song of Solomon, “but I’d be far from done with you.”

A gasp, soft and quiet, escapes your parted lips. Every fibre of your body, every cell is set on fire. The setting sun casting flames over your naked skin of yours. Flesh burning. Body wrapped in a cocoon of passionate flames – your palm pressing against the sensitive nub, the pressure light as a feather. Slow, languid strokes of your fingers follow Leon’s words.

Muscles tightening as the pressure keeps adding with each sentence. Slow and steady. With a pace of a gentle stream. Dipping one finger deep inside your slick walls, only to stop when you reach fully inside.

A stream of docile moans flows from your throat.

“Just to feel you take my cock. Hear those gorgeous gasps as you beg me to give it to you,” hand gripping the messed-up sheets underneath you, squeezing tight as you add another finger, curling them upwards.

“Rough, just how you like it. Pretty sure we’d break the table,” Leon’s words are accompanied by a light chuckle, hiding much more sinister and vivid ideas inside his head.

The way his name rolls off your tongue makes him cuss. Your voice carries the weight of longing, desire, and devotion. Making Leon wish to finally be home.

“Fuck. Could spend all day between those lovely legs of yours.” Leon’s voice descends to a low murmur, tinged with raw, feral hunger.

With a touch as tender as a butterfly’s wing, thumb circling the aching nub of nerves; it ignites a wildfire of ecstasy within your body. As you lightly graze your opening, feeling the softness of your slick walls, a delicate gasp escapes your mouth, akin to a prayer of submission to this moment of pure passion and pleasure.

“Just to taste that pretty pussy of yours on my tongue.”

Leon's voice pours into the phone, rich and sinful. You hear the front door open with a soft creak, the sound echoing through your body. He's finally home, his presence filling your senses with a heady aroma of musk and lust, a tantalizing potion that you can't resist.

He gazes at you with eyes like storm clouds brewing with desire. The air is thick with the scent of sex and your yearning, hanging in the dimly lit bedroom, resembling a heavy fog. You keep your gaze locked with his, transfixed as Leon strides in, his figure outlined by the glow of light seeping in from the hallway.

You don’t stop–

–instead, your fingers delve deeper. Nails grazing the tender walls, the slight discomfort only adding to the pleasure. Like a deer caught in headlines, your eyes stay on his.

The sound of your slickness echoes in the room as you thrust in and out, unconsciously matching the rhythm of Leon's steps – left in, right out, left in, right out – a dance of carnal desire.

And just like that, he stands on the side of the bed.

Leon’s eyes gleam with a fierce intensity. A perfect blend of predatory sensuality and effortless ease. With the grace of a pather; clad in a black henley shirt, the first two buttons undone, exposing the slight curve of his clavicles. It molds to his chiseled form as though it was a second skin, making Leon exude a primal magnetism that draws you closer to your high.

Spellbound by the scene in front of him – by you; fingers deep inside, eyes glazed over with orgasmic ecstasy as your work yourself to your high.

The air is thick with the sweet scent of your desire, a heady aroma that fills his senses with an overwhelming urge to indulge in your rapture.

He steps closer, placing one knee on the bed. The mattress creaks under his weight, but his gaze never leaves yours. It's as if you're the only person in the world that matters to him right now. The heat emanating from his body is palpable, and you feel your heart race as his presence commands the room.

“You enjoying yourself?”

His tone is low. A seductive purr sends a wave of electricity through your veins. Hot like molten lava. Dripping like honey, sweet and luscious. They linger in the air, coating everything around you with a sticky warmth.

His name leaves your lips in a deep sigh. Soft walls squeeze your fingers.

As he discards his fingerless gloves, casting them aside like insignificant relics, you feel the pillow crumple beneath his weight. A testament to the force of his being. The air feels sizzling hot, thick with heat and suffocating in its intensity.

Leon’s arm flexes, the sinewy muscles bulging when put to work. Your eyes lock onto his, drinking in the raw masculinity and primal allure of his being. A contented moan escapes your lips, an instinctive reaction to the overwhelming sensuality of the moment.

“If I knew my words would get you so riled up,” his other hand cups your breast, thumb circling the erected nipple and watching as goosebumps rise over the sensitive skin, “I’d do this much sooner.”

His towering form casts a shadow over you as he leans closer. Lips so close you can almost taste the desire that emanated from him. The heat of his breath dances across your skin, making your senses swirl in a dizzying haze of lust; igniting a fire that burns with the intensity of Samson's strength.

“Wanna gimme a kiss?” he whispers, his lips almost brushing against yours. You’re still able to feel the soft graze of the plump skin atop of yours, sending a fluttering sensation to your heart.

You can't help but feel intoxicated by his voice, each word rolling off his tongue with a silky smoothness that sends shivers down your spine. It's almost like he's casting a spell, using his voice as a weapon to ensnare you in his grasp. And you willingly surrender, caught in the web of his honeyed words; like Delilah, powerless to his will, swept away by the power of his seduction.

Lips grazing his, you push your face upwards to be closer. The kiss is both gentle and fierce; a tantalizing dance of lips and tongues that leaves you breathless and wanting more. The taste of him a mix of mint and spice. You stop the movement of your wrist between your legs. Stilling, feeling the wet squeeze around your fingers, your mind becomes a blank canvas, a vast expanse of nothingness.

The taste of him lingers on your tongue as he pulls away. Thick fingers wrapping around your wrist, he nudges your fingers out of you. A displeased grunt leaves your lips at the sudden emptiness. Only to have your breath stop; watching as Leon brings your hand, fingers visibly sticky with your juices, tongue swirling around the tip of your index finger before taking two of the fingers in his mouth. It’s as if he’s tasting the forbidden fruit, savoring the flavor of your arousal like the sweetest nectar.

Feeling the wet tip of his tongue swirl around your fingers, you can’t help but let out a soft moan. The rough texture brushes over the pads of your fingers. Licking every drop of you off of your fingers, leaving them clean before he licks his own lips.

“Missed that taste.”

His eyes never leave yours, dark and intense with desire as he slowly releases your hand.

“Missed you almost that much too.”

His words wash over you like a warm embrace, seeping into your pores and settling deep within your bones. As his body moves over yours, his hands glide across the burning expanse of your skin, tracing patterns of passion that leave you breathless in anticipation. The soft touch of his lips on your navel sends ripples of pleasure through your body, each sensation building on the last until you're gasping for air.

Leon sinks to his knees at the end of the bed; his movements smooth and graceful. Years of never-ending training left him in full control of every muscle. Arms sliding underneath your knees, he holds you firmly as he grips your hips with unyielding strength.

A single tug. Confident in its prosecution. He brings you to the edge of the bed, your glistening cunt hovering in front of his face. The sight of him there, between your legs, both captivating and overwhelming.

The wet tip of his tongue peaks from within his kiss-bruised lips.

Before you know it, you’re completely undone. A mess. Leon's tongue turns your body into a temple of pleasure; his movements sinuous and calculated. With each flick and swirl of his tongue, he's coaxing you to heights of ecstasy.

His tongue traces every inch of your throbbing cunt, flicking and teasing your clit as you squirm beneath him, one hand grasping his soft hair while the other squeezes your breast. His fingers, thick and rough, plunge deep inside of you, finding all the right spots to drive you wild. Each thrust of his hand sends jolts of pleasure through your body, making you moan and writhe with need.

"Such a fucking filthy little thing," he growls against your skin, the heat of his breath making you shiver. He devours you with his mouth and hands, taking you to the brink of ecstasy and back again; fingers scissoring and pumping, working you over until you're a quivering mess of desire.

The blunt pressure of the tips of his fingers pressing mildly against your inner walls sending pinnacles of bliss across your body until you’re mewling at the sharp pleasure that ripples down your spine.

You claw at the sheets, unable to control the waves of sensation that crash over you.

And then, with a final, shuddering gasp, you let yourself go, your body convulsing in waves of pure pleasure. Ecstasy; Leon’s name a sweetened melody on the tip of your tongue.

He stands up afterwards, a towering figure before your eyes. Your aching legs fall from his shoulders onto the bed. Leon looms over you, appearing almost god-like, a divine being sent to ravage you with its passion.

Disposing of his shirt, you lay on the bed motionless, senses on high and in anticipation as you watch the man strip. With every article of clothing that comes off, Leon’s body reveals itself in all its glory. Shoulders and chest sculptured, shaped by years of intense training. Someone who’s worked hard to achieve such a physique. Rippling muscles that flex with every movement he makes. His arms thick with veins and biceps that bulge with raw strength, capable of holding you up effortlessly. You can see every ridge of his abs, each one chiseled to perfection.

“Enjoyin’ the view?” he rasps after ridding himself of the last article while you shamelessly stare at Leon’s sheer size and the strength of him.

“Very much,” you breathe out when he crawls on top of you.

His cock rests atop your stomach, heavy and pulsing with need; leaking as he marks you in his precum. Yet, neither of you moves. Unbothered, you remain locked in his gaze before his lips capture yours in a short passionate kiss. Drawn together by the irresistible pull of gravity, your lips meet in a collision of desire and longing.

Legs wrapping high around his waist, his hand leaves the side of your neck and travels the side of your body, igniting a trail of heat as it goes. Leon strokes the length of your thigh, only stopping when his fingers rest under your knee momentarily. Then you feel the blunt tip press against your aching cunt. The anticipation inside you unravels like a tightly wound spool, releasing a flood of sensations that spreads throughout your body.

“Ready?” he breathes out; his warm breath tickles your skin as his lips brush against yours once again.

The silky texture of his hair brush against your fingertips. Legs tightening around his upper body, you pull him closer to you. “Yeah.”

The pressure against your throbbing cunt intensifies as Leon presses forward. The crown of his cock splits you open with ease, enveloping him. Welcoming him eagerly in your wet heat. As if he belongs there.

Leon’s touch’s electric, sending shivers down your spine as he claims you with each bite and kiss. His teeth graze your chin, softly nibbling at the skin as he lets out a guttural grunt. Keeping one hand on the side of your neck, possessive and tender, surely to feel the rapid pulse of your jugular vein, he hooks his thumb underneath your jaw and pushes upwards.

When your head is tilted upwards enough to his satisfaction, his lips latch on the front of your neck. Small, quick bites decorate the stretched skin. Followed by a wet kiss, he sucks on the skin. Vulnerable and exposed.

Moans cascade from your lips, an ode to his cock splitting you apart slowly. A divine intrusion into your depths, filling you.

He stills when he’s buried balls deep inside of you; bottoms out in your quivering walls, slick with post-orgasmic arousal.

The feeling of fullness, of being completely filled, is almost too much to bear. Your breath hitches in your throat, body trembling with pleasure as it strains to accommodate him; to make enough space to take him in.

Your eyes flatter shut as he waits, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck while his hand cups the underside of your breast with his thumb teasing your nipple in a leisurely manner.

A moment of content falls between you. Bodies molded together; two halves of a whole.

After a few seconds, you press the sole of your feet into his skin, feeling the taunt muscle contract underneath you.

A subtle but unmistakable gesture. A wordless plea for more.

A fuck me of sorts.

Your body speaks volumes, a language he's learned to decipher. And with a low growl, he responds to your invitation. A low roll of his hips. A test of your readiness. It becomes a measured beat that tests your strength, the pressure of his cock firmly pressed against the walls of your cervix.

It has you sent into a harmonious frenzy.

Leon continues with the rhythm. Relishing in the tight squeeze of your cunt, in the way you sing for him, his name a sacred hymn on your lips. Your body responds eagerly to his touch, every nerve ending on fire as pleasure courses through you.

His hands sear a blazing trail on your burning flesh. Every touch feels as if he’s branding you, etching himself onto your skin.

The wetness of his lips causes goosebumps to raise on your skin. Moving like a reverent prayer. Worship of your body as his tongue swipes over your sensitive nipples.

Your name escapes his lips and is met with a low moan.

Tantalizing and peaceful.

Leon’s unhurried movements slowly transform into something more. Rough and hasty. Teeth nibbling at your jawline, feeling the bone underneath the skin, your nails bite into the tight muscle of his shoulder blades. Surely to leave indents that will bloom into bruises and marks. Your back arch, offering yourself up to him as you focus on meeting his thrusts.

As his hand wanders down the length of your body, his fingers dance along the curves of your waist and hips before grazing the globes of your ass; giving it a rough squeeze before wrapping his fingers under your knee and pulling away from your neck.

Meanwhile, his other hand braces his body weight by your face. Leon’s fingers entwine around your ankle. Pushing your leg up and over his shoulder, you moan over the painful stretch of your hamstring as he gazes at you.

He moves with a frenzied urgency. Lowering himself to rest on his elbows, his fingers find their way to your clit.

The way he flicks over the sensitive nub elicits a series of moans and cries from you only to be silenced by his lips crashing onto yours.

The kiss is wet and messy. Hungry. Both of you eager to take and dominate, his tongue dancing with yours in a frenzied manner.

It's like he's a man possessed, lost in the rhythm of his movements and the feel of your body beneath him. You writhe and moan, lost in a haze of sensation and desire as he takes you higher towards that ultimate release. That sweet orgasm. Every motion is a symphony, a perfect blend of power and finesse, as he explores the contours of your body with a deep hunger.

Mind becoming blurry, your senses are consumed by the raw, primal desire Leon elicits with his thrusts. Moving to brace himself better, it feels impossible when you feel the blunt pressure hit even deeper than before. Gasping, you move your hips, trying to take him as deep as possible.

The smell of sweat and sex fills the air, and you can hear the sound of skin slapping against the skin as Leon moves with increasing speed and intensity. His determination to tear you apart only grows each time your hips meet, sending bolts of electricity throughout your every cell. His thumb flicks over your clit, applying pressure and circling the aching bud until you’re quivering underneath the mass of a man above you. Inside you.

The sound of his grunts and moans blends into a symphony of pleasure, each note building up the tension within you. You feel like a volcano on the brink of eruption, bubbling with molten passion until it finally snaps. Erupts.

A tidal wave of pleasure washes over you. Sweeping you in a vortex of delight. A thousand stars explode in your mind, each one brighter than the last, painting your vision with vibrant colors. Your body convulses, spasming in rhythm with the waves of pleasure that ripple through you.

Gasps leave your lips. Desperate for air, you cling to Leon, whose thrusts never wavered. Whose fingers continue to tease your clit, now throbbing and exploding with sensitivity. His eyes lock on yours, lips parted with low moans escaping from between before you bring his face down to you, swallowing each cry of pleasure but eventually, he pulls away.

You watch as Leon’s eyes snap shut, brows furrowing in pleasure as he stills. His full length buried inside of your spasming cunt, filling you up with his cum.

Your body’s spent. Yet your mind’s still reeling from the sheer intensity as Leon remains buried inside; his breath ragged and uneven before he pulls out with measured slowness, teasing your oversensitive clit with a gentle tap. You shudder at the sensation of him trickling out of you.

“Hi.”

The simple word leaves your mouth in a breathless whisper. A mere welcome that was meant to be addressed when he first entered your home instead of now. A warmth spreads through your body, settling low in your belly as you take in the sight of him; the way his blond hair falls across his forehead, resembling a halo of an angel. Cheeks tinted in light pink and lips curved into a small smile as he looks at you.

“Hi.”

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[pitchsidestories]

Champagne Problems II Lucy Bronze x Reader

Disclaimer: Smut

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There were champagne and confetti everywhere when Barcelona won the Champions League. Not only on the pitch but also at the afterparty in the hotel with the whole team.

You took it all in. The girls that were singing and dancing but also the girls that were exhausted from the game and were just happy to enjoy this night with their loved ones. Smiling to yourself, you took a sip of your champagne.

All of a sudden, you flinched slightly when something brushed your hand. You looked up to see Lucy grinning at you, still elated from the game. “Want to leave?“, she whispered. You knew the suggestive look she gave you, so you returned the smile, “I would love to.“ Carefully, she took the empty champagne glass out of your hand and set it on a table. “Let’s leave then.“

She didn’t let go of your hand while guiding you out of the crowded room. On your way out, she grabbed another bottle of champagne. You let out a small breath of feigned dismay, “You can’t just steal a whole bottle of champagne.“ “Who’s going to stop me?“, Lucy replied with a shrug. She was obviously still riding the high from the win.

You could feel a smile spread across your face as you followed Lucy to the elevators of the hotel that would bring you from the party straight to the player’s rooms.

With a bell dinging, the elevator door opened and you stepped in together. The contraption didn’t even start moving when your girlfriend bridged the gap between you two and pressed you against the metal wall. Her gaze was fixed on your lips. “I would really love to kiss you right now…“ You smiled up to her, invitingly, “I think you should then.“

Before you knew it, Lucys lips were on yours. First, soft and slow, then kissing you more urgently. You parted your lips to let Lucys tongue in. Your girlfriend used that moment to shove her muscular thigh between your legs and pressed it against you.

Pleasantly surprised, you exhaled into the kiss and started grinding on her thigh. Just then, the elevator doors opened again. Way too early for your liking.

“Let’s get outside the elevator.”, Lucy requested, her voice slightly hoarse from her celebrations with the Barca women earlier while entwining her fingers with yours again for the final few steps to your room.

The facial expressions of your girlfriend turned very serious while she looked for the key to open the door. Instinctively you decided to hug her from behind and placing a few kisses around her long neck, knowing very well that this part of the defender’s body was very sensitive, a shiver running visibly down her spine.

“Just a moment, love. I need to open the room for us.”, she begged giggling, but secretly loving the passionate side you were showing tonight, clearly relived as the door opened in front of you two as she shushed you in, not wanting to lose any time in the heat of the moment. 

“Someone can’t wait.”, you observed while smirking at her. Her green eyes turning darker with desire as she replied quietly: “Yeah, because I was patient through the whole evening. While I tried to imagine in my head the best way to get you out of your little sexy green dress.” “You poor girl, that’s really a long time.”, you mocked her in your loving way.

Quickly Lucy loosened her low bun, which make her dark hair fell down in soft waves, which you could not help but touch. “I love when you take your hair down.”, you whispered into her ear, pressing another soft kiss right behind it, her shivering pleasantly once more.

Making her want you even more now, she pressed: “Let me help you out of this dress now.” Swiftly you turn your back to the northern English woman’s so she could unzip your beautiful dress, in the end you stood almost naked in the room.

You could feel Lucys gaze scan your body, taking in every inch of your skin. "You look gorgeous, love.“, Lucy whispered close to your ear as she turned you towards her.

While your lips finally connected again, your hands found Lucys button down shirt. She was wearing way too much in your opinion, so you took it onto yourseld to open every single button of her shirt, so she could easily shrug it off. This was followed by her pants.

Still kissing, you let your hands glide over your girlfriends solid abs, following every muscle with your finger tips. You knew that Lucy enjoyed it as she smiled into the kiss. "You like that, huh?“, you grinned. Lucy smugly replied, "I like everything you do, darling.“ With that she pushed you a few steps towards her king size bed until the back of your knees hit the bed frame and let yourself fall onto the matress.

Lucy smiled hungrily at you while she climbed onto the bed, over you. Carefully, she brushed a strand of hair out of your face, "Are you ready?“ You only nodded enthusiastically, way too focused on slowing down your impatient breathing and on the pulsing sensation between your legs.

"Very good.“, Lucy hummed before lifting your legs up and disappearing between them. Lucys tongue felt like pure magic, moving very hard and then very slow, licking circles where you needed them most.

You bit your lip to surpress a moan when you saw Lucys bicep flex as she held on to your hips. But when she finally increased the pace, you couldn’t hold on anymore. You let go and came right then. Satisfied with her work, your girlfriend watched you trying to catch your breath, "I wanted to do that all evening.“

She then bend over to leave soft kisses all over your naked body, sucking on the sensitive skin of your breast before making her way up towards her neck.

From there, you grabbed her face with both hands and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

“It’s my turn now.”, you stated confidently, deepening the kiss passionately before ending it which unlocked a frustrated groan from the mouth of your girlfriend who could’ve stayed a little longer in that moment.

Your sight felt on to her little baby hairs curling around the sides of her face with which your fingers played a little. Her eyes were teasing you: Was not it your turn now? The green in it was just as sparkly as the champagne she stole from the counter which you remembered now was still in the bottle: “What are you doing?”

“Wait, here.”, you demanded with a flirty smile as you were getting up to bring the alcohol to the bed, filling in two glasses full of it for you two.

Just as Lucy was focusing on taking her first sip of the golden shining liquid which reminded you of your hair colour you were entering with a first finger into her insides unlocking her a surprised noise.

After the defender regained control over herself again, she begged for more, moving her hips into your direction as you started to draw slow circles with your hand before she wished for speeding it up which you granted, making even faster rounds until your girlfriend came.

Afterwards you two were finishing your glasses and reminiscing about the champions league title, Lucy winning it four times with two different clubs now.

Both of you shining with proudness of the other person’s achievement while the morning sun was about to rise and the future with her looked just as golden as the first sunlight reached the bedsheets.

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[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, cunnilingus, fingering, rough p in v, dirty talking, f!reader, doggy style, voyeurism Synopsis: Toji and you reunite after a lengthy separation

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"I can't wait to taste every part of you," Toji purred with anticipation, his voice oozing sensuality.

Toji drew you into a languid, deep kiss, his tender lips caressing yours with deliberate slowness. Your mouth yielded to his, and his strong tongue explored every inch. You arched your head backward, granting him full access to your eager mouth. Toji seized the opportunity, his tongue sliding in and out, initially with a deliberate rhythm that gradually quickened. His kiss was commanding yet perfectly in control. Each stroke of his tongue danced over the contours of yours, a tantalizing symphony of mouths, lips, and tongues merging into a passionate, erotic choreography uniquely your own. As your mouths melded in this sultry embrace, an electric tension built between you, evident in the moist desire that began to seep between your trembling thighs. The urgency grew palpable. You yearned for him as much as he craved to see you stripped bare, an irresistible temptation that demanded immediate satisfaction.

"Aren't we going to your bedroom, babe?” You asked.

"No, ascending those stairs is a luxury I can't afford right now. I ache to sense your flesh pressed against mine," Toji insisted.

He had an uncanny knack for saying the most alluring things at precisely the right moments. Without delay, Toji shed your garments as you both entered the living room. For a brief instant, he left your lacy bra and matching panties in place. The sheer, white lace bra outlined your nipples tantalizingly.Even though Toji loved when you wore lingerie, he needed you raw and bare right now. With a deft motion, he encircled you and unfastened your bra. Aside from your lace panties, you stood naked, your body an exquisite sight. When the light from the living room window reflected onto your eyes, you were utterly breathtaking.

"Mmmm, you're absolutely stunning," Toji whispered as his hands traversed your curves, from breasts to waist to hips.

Toji sensed a trace of modesty as you stood almost bare before the uncovered window. You allowed his hands to explore your form freely. His lips met yours in an impassioned collision, tongues entwining. You surrendered to his passionate kiss, your lips yielding like butter to his unyielding steel. As you pulled away to catch your breath, your gaze drifted toward the window, only to discover that the curtains were drawn up, offering an unobstructed view of the street outside.

"Wait, the curtains are open, and there's a man walking in front of the house!" You whispered, your voice lowered as if the man outside could overhear you.

"I couldn't care less who's watching. I need to be inside you, right now!" Toji demanded, his voice turning colder.

With those words, Toji swiftly guided you to his spacious chaise lounge near the window. He gently pushed you onto the chair, removed your panties, and spread your legs wide. Toji was a man of considerable size, and he desired unobstructed access to your needy cunt. As he drew closer to the entrance of your arousal, a faint trace of your alluring scent filled his senses, and he smirked. Toji reveled in your aroma, and it intoxicated him. He leaned back slightly, savoring the anticipation, and began placing slow, deliberate kisses on your inner thighs. His aim was to tease you, to make you yearn for the moment when his tongue would finally caress your eager clit.

Toji began to delicately explore your most sensitive spot, alternating between soft kitten licks and gentle suctions on your clit. Occasionally, he ventured to dip his tongue into your tight, eager core. With a deep understanding of the rhythm you craved, Toji skillfully worked to unlock the release he yearned to taste.

"Oh! Toji! I can't hold back much longer!" You moaned, lost in pleasure.

"I want you to cum for me, baby, all over my mouth," Toji ordered huskily.

Driven by your escalating moans, Toji intensified his movements. His mouth's moisture mingled with your own intoxicating juices, causing your cries of ecstasy to grow louder. The intensity of your pleasure was such that anyone outside might have heard your passionate cries, as you were perilously close to the window. "Wait, Toji! Someone might see us," you gasped, your voice filled with a mixture of desire and concern.

"Fuck it, I don't care who watches. I want to hear you surrender to me completely," Toji asserted, his desire unwavering.

Toji knew exactly how to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. He continued his skillful attention to your sensitive clit, while simultaneously sliding two calloused fingers into your cunt. Your hips responded with a rhythmic undulation, as your entire being was propelled into a cosmic journey with each of Toji's tantalizing strokes, both with his tongue and fingers. As the electric currents surged within your pulsating depths, an overwhelming desire overtook you, and you pulled Toji's head closer to your already dripping pussy. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I'm about to cum!" You cried out in sheer ecstasy as your head lolled back.

Those words were like a sweet melody to Toji's ears. After the waves of your climax washed over Toji's mouth, he withdrew, gazing down at your swollen, glistening folds. His desire to witness your private porn show further on, so he continued to tease your slit, tracing his fingers along the silken contours of your quivering petals. Yet, Toji resisted the temptation to plunge his fingers deep into your velvety embrace again, savoring the delicious anticipation of making you beg for more. Your arousal was palpable, and the glistening evidence of your desire trickled down your trembling thighs.

"Please, please, I need you inside me," you pleaded with an urgency that mirrored your burning need.

"Oh, Y/N, you'll soon feel every inch of me," Toji replied with a husky promise. "I've waited for this moment, and I won't hold back. Are you ready for me to take you hard?" Toji withdrew his fingers from your slick folds and brought them to your lips, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Can you be a good girl for me and taste your own sweet essence?" He inquired, his fingers sliding sensually in and out of your eager mouth.

You remained wordless but avidly sucked on his fingers, as though they were your last taste of ecstasy. It was a clear signal that you were primed for more. Toji's other hand skillfully worked your breast, reveling in the exquisite sensation of pinching your responsive nipples until you released a pleasured yet pained cry. The symphony of your sounds served as a seductive soundtrack that only intensified Toji's arousal, making his shaft grow even harder in his pants.

Your impassioned cries echoed your weeks-long anticipation for his touch, and Toji was well aware of his mastery over your body. As you teetered on the precipice of desire, you acted on impulse, seizing Toji's hand and trying to guide his fingers back inside your eager core. However, he restrained himself, denying you what you craved. Your pleas and whimpers for him to claim you filled the air. "Please, fuck me. Use me completely. I ache for your cock within me," you moaned, your voice dripping with desire.

Swiftly, he pulled you from the chair, pivoting you to face it. With practiced ease, he unzipped his pants, then placed your ass in the perfect position to immerse his cock deep into your pussy. Taking you from behind while partially upright was a sensual delight that neither of you could resist. "Fuck, I'm going to take you harder than I've ever taken you or I'll go nuts," Toji exclaimed with unrestrained passion.

As Toji pressed his sturdy shaft into you, the sensation of your wet, velvety walls enveloping him sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. "Fuck!" He growled. He fought the urge to lose control, initially setting a deliberate pace that gradually gained momentum. With each forceful thrust, your voice crescendoed, echoing the building intensity.

"I should ease up, baby, or this'll be over before it begins," Toji groaned, his voice strained with desire. "But damn, you feel so incredible. It's a challenge to rein myself in, fuck!"

Toji, determined to savor this long-awaited moment, withdrew from your slick cunny in an attempt to slow down. However, the cool air surrounding his throbbing length seemed to conspire against him, guiding him back into your welcoming warmth. He could see his thick veined shaft was covered with your sweet juice when he pulled out of you again. 

He could hear his hips slapping against your ass repeatedly as he jack-hammered into your sweet cunt. Though Toji fought for control, the weeks of anticipation and desire were now driving him to merge completely with you. There was no turning back; you were his, and he was yours.

In a fleeting instant, he buried himself deep within your cunt again, pinning your head further into the oversized lounge chair. Withdrawing again, he gripped your supple ass cheeks, parting them slightly to witness his powerful entry into your dripping core. As your slick essence glistened, even your tight little entrance beckoned. Toji's patience waned, his need to release overwhelming his restraint. Without hesitation, he thrust his engorged member back into your slick, eager core.

Ecstasy overtook you, and your impassioned cries filled the room as Toji fervently jack-hammered his thick length deep inside you.

"I can't hold back! I'm going to cum soon! Y/N, are you ready for me to cum inside you?" He growled in a voice you barely recognized.

"Yes, yes!" You cried out eagerly.

Toji loved fucking you from behind, showing no mercy as he drove into your pretty, little pussy. 

Your moans harmonized with the forceful thrusts, a symphony of shared desire spiraling out of control. Your need mirrored his, an insatiable craving that drove you both relentlessly. With every powerful thrust of him, the tension within Toji swelled, his impending orgasm coursing from his balls into the throbbing shaft of his dick. Your stuttered pleas for him to go harder, the sensual moans, and desperate whimpers only fueled his fervor. He knew you might be tender afterward, but he cared not. This was a primal need he had to fulfill. "Darling, I'm so close," Toji grunted, his rhythm slowing as he reached around to gently stroke your trembling clit. He knew this touch would propel you to the brink of no return.

"Oh, Toji, I'm about to cum too!"

"Give in to it, my love. Cum all over my cock," Toji commanded.

Your release flooded his shaft, each wave of your orgasm coaxing him to release. Toji drove into you one final time, an intense force of passion. His arousal pulsed, feeling his essence rush from his core, through his shaft, and into your heated, swollen, abused pussy. With each throb of his climax, your velvet depths drew out every drop of his essence.

Your shared ecstasy echoed in your husky breaths, a profound intimacy you had just experienced. Gradually, your breathing returned to a steady rhythm. Toji gently lifted you from the chair, turned you around, and enveloped you in his strong embrace. As he looked down, he noticed the imprints of your hands on the chair's arms. Without a second thought, he nuzzled his face into your neck, placing soft kisses there. 

When you finally opened your eyes, your gaze drifted outside the window once more. You spotted the silhouette of a tall man standing beside the bushes near the window, the same figure you had glimpsed earlier. He had evidently moved closer for a better view. Realization dawned that this stranger had been watching the entire passionate encounter, yet instead of embarrassment, you met his gaze with a confident smile.

Unfazed by the voyeur's presence, you and Toji kissed passionately. Your connection, both physical and emotional, was paramount.

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[dracomalfoyhasmyheart]

Sex by the beach || Draco Malfoy

Warnings : smut, public sex. idk.

Other blogs : @kqyslyho3

As the sun began to set and the moon rose high in the sky, I found myself walking along the beach, the cool sand between my toes and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. It was a beautiful evening, and I couldn't resist the urge to take a walk and clear my head.

But little did I know, fate had something else in store for me. As I continued my stroll, I heard a familiar voice call out to me. 'Y/N?' I turned around to see none other than Draco Malfoy, the cocky and arrogant boy from Hogwarts who had always managed to get under my skin.

'What do you want, Malfoy?' I raised my eyebrows, trying to hide the sudden excitement that bubbled up within me at the sight of him.

'I was wondering if you would accompany me for a walk,' he said, his smirk never leaving his face.

I weighed my options for a moment before shrugging, 'Why not? I could use the company.'

As we walked, Draco started to open up, telling me about his time since we graduated from Hogwarts. I found myself enjoying his company, laughing at his jokes and even sharing some of my own. Suddenly, we reached a secluded part of the beach, with no one else around.

Draco stopped in his tracks and turned to face me, his eyes scanning my face. 'I've always found you attractive, Y/N. And I know you feel the same,' he said, stepping closer to me.

I couldn't deny the chemistry between us, and before I knew it, we were kissing passionately, our bodies pressed against each other. The sound of waves and the faint hint of salt in the air only adding to the intensity of the moment.

His hands roamed my body, sending shivers down my spine as our tongues danced together. I could feel his arousal against my thigh, and I couldn't help but grind against him, needing more.

Without breaking our kiss, Draco lifted me up and carried me towards a nearby pile of blankets. Setting me down gently, he pulled away for a moment to look into my eyes, the desire and need clear in his gaze.

'You have no idea how long I've wanted this,' he whispered before capturing my lips again, his hands hastily pulling off my clothes.

I let out a gasp as the cool air hit my skin, but I didn't have a chance to protest as Draco's lips moved down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. I moaned as he made his way to my breasts, his tongue circling around my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body.

His touch was rough and possessive, and I loved every second of it. My hands were tangled in his blonde hair as he made his way down my body, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites. I arched my back as his mouth reached my core, his tongue expertly working its magic.

I could feel my body tensing with every flick of his tongue, and when he finally plunged two fingers inside me, I let out a cry of pleasure. Draco's name left my lips over and over as he brought me to the edge, only giving me a moment to catch my breath before flipping me over onto all fours.

'Draco, please,' I begged, needing him .

He didn't need any more prompting as he entered me, his thrusts powerful and relentless. I could feel myself losing control, my body quivering with each thrust. Our moans and the sound of ocean waves mixed together, creating the perfect symphony of pleasure.

But even as I reached my peak, Draco didn't stop, his pace only increasing as he pushed me closer to the edge once again. I could feel him coming undone, his fingers digging into my hips as he let out a guttural groan before collapsing on top of me.

After catching our breath, we lay there on the blankets, our bodies entwined as we stared up at the stars.

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[m0llygunn]

sans toi (eddie munson x fem!reader)

summary: The realities of life lead you to be apart from Eddie for a few days. When you return, Eddie shows you how much he missed you.

contents: 18+! smut, p in v sex, fluffy/sweet sex, french language. a/n: mini french lesson: 'sans toi' is 'without you', 'toujours avec toi' is 'always with you'. french is my second language and sometimes phrases just sound nicer lol. also, this is way different from my other stuff, just thought id try it out. wc: 1k

Desperate fingertips trail up the underside of your thighs, skin pinching between grip, guiding you closer to his lap.

“Missed you so much.” He whispers, words sailing through the living room of the trailer you’ve become so fond of.

“Was only a few days, Mr Munson.” You tease gently, voice dancing with excitement. You like him when he’s like this. 

Fingertips turn claw like, pressing firmer into your skin leaving lust laced wells in your flesh around each of his 10 digits. Bruising but welcomed. 

He sits up, chasing the lips he’s been dreaming of since he was 15, kissing since only a few months ago. He missed you more than ever. It has only been a few days, but a few days is a few too many. 

Since the day he had your sweet lips on his, tasted the syrup of your goodness, he knew there would never be a moment he didn’t want you, that he didn’t need you. It was damning and fortuitous all at once.

Your hips bracketing his on the worn couch, his fervent grip travels upwards, only stopping when he’s halted by his fingers trapping under the material of your shorts. 

His focus becomes your lips. How you open up just for him, tongue caressing his so perfectly. The way your little gasps get stuck in your throat, and when he bites your plump lower lip, how those gasps mature into moans. He’s never met someone who’s made him feel like this.

Every instant of desire is chased with the unholy pain of love. He loves you. It makes his heart ache, and it’s not fair when he has you like this, making his cock ache just the same. A double edged sword until you give him the gift of making it all better.

“How much did you miss me?” You say, keeping your voice dainty. It reminds Eddie of a wind chime in the breeze of a hot summer's day, sounding like how he imagines stars twinkling in the night sky would. It's beautifully soothing, yet there’s a certain quality that sends shivers down his spine.

“So much, baby.” He answers, words blooming easily from his chest because of their verity. If you asked him to describe how much he missed you, then he’d have no answer. There simply aren't enough words in the English language to describe that. Even if he pulled from every language in the world, they would never translate to the feelings in his heart. 

“You gonna show me how much you missed me?”

Clothing sheds easily, heaps of entwined material gathering on the floor. He unwraps you, replacing each clothed piece with dozens of freely spared kisses in their wake. Positions changing, he brings your back to press gently against the cushions.

Divine and holy; your body below his. Each kiss pressed upon your skin like a prayer. He worships you, showing you his devotion by speckling every inch of your skin with his affection. His favourite part, your eyes; second, your smile; third, your everything. Beyond being just a favourite: your heart, your kindness, your love. 

Nose grazing along your chest, following the trail of his lips, he shows you how much he missed you by going slow. Taking his time, both for you and for him. 

He transcribes each moment to memory. He captures it through his touch, hands grazing over your body, feeling you, touching you, reading you, pleasing you. 

When he finally slips inside, the moan that sings from you is better than he remembers. Sweeter than the one he thought of last night while he laid in bed alone, and more sugary than the one he thought of the day before while he lazied in the very same spot, sans toi.

He rolls his hips into yours, letting his consciousness absorb you entirely. From the way your walls hug him, his cock sliding in and out of the greatest life force he’s ever known, all the way to how your palms wrap around his caging forearms, tethering yourself to him in such an intimate way. He watches you, taking in every detail, every lash that flutters, every waver of your lip, every set in your jaw as you hum out the most beautiful melody for him, he notices it all.

It’s not long before your tethered hands shift to an anchoring hold, pulling him closer to you. Just the same, your hummed melody turns into a pleading cry, strumming every single one of his heart strings. 

You want it faster and Eddie’s never been known to tell you no.

Everything he does is for you, he’d be crazy to deny you of any luxury, he wants you to have it all. The luxury right now is one you’re deserving of, so he moves his hips quicker, picking up speed, doing everything just how he knows you like it. 

He missed you and he’s showing you by using his attentiveness to his advantage. Every sound you make a cue to another action that triggers your next mewl, he operates strategically with his heart guiding him along the way. 

He fights off his own release with vigor, this is for you. But when he feels your walls clamping around him, milking his cock for everything he has he can’t help the way he spasms, the way his body takes over, jolting, abs constricting.

You beg for him, beg to feel it inside, feel him fill you up, and once again, anything you want is yours. Everything Eddie is, everything he has, it’s all yours. 

Cheek meeting your chest, he turns to press a kiss to your sweltering skin. Your fingers card through his hair and he’d pray to every being in the world to stay like this forever, to be with you forever.

While he knows he’ll fall victim to reality from time to time again, Eddie is a dreamer who never wants to be without you again.

Toujours avec toi.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

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[zahraaziza]

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐘. 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: yippie my first piece on abby is out!! mind you, i tried fighting off writers block with this one and i hope it worked, fingers crossed. enjoy reading!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. explicit sexual content. 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢.

—୨♡୧ now playing 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭 (𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨)

easing yourself into a warm bath with abby…

a sublime balance of bubbles meshed with fragrant petals adorned the glistening surface. the water cascaded a gentle, caressing tide, letting the warmth cradle your bodies entwined, as skin meets skin, like love's pallette imbued.

mist silken tendrils gracefully danced with shimmery beads of foam, steam unfurling from the tub's embrace, whilst the water enfolds you held in abby's arms, tending to her most beloved softer parts of yours.

in the flickering golden candlelight's tender envelope, the tip of her nose faintly brushed past the shell of your ear, leaving her lukewarm breath to lightly fan against the silhouette to the delicate nape of your neck.

her fine, dark blonde lashes tickled that very sweet spot, as she gingerly feathered her plump lips against your balmy skin, embedding an abundance of wet kisses just below the bone of your jaw.

the rough pads of her fingers drew small figure eights across those velvety, rosy folds of yours, sending gentle ripples to ebb and flow with each subtle trace of her digits lathering up your candied love juices.

abby's bare chest swelled, heaving up from behind against your dainty frame, hitched breaths parted her slightly agape freckled lips, whilst tenderly sliding the tips in-between yours, all slick and glossy aching to be filled up by her.

she roughly dug her nails into the soft, dampened flesh of your inner thighs, nuzzling the flat of her palm amidst the crease to where you need her most, prying them apart and unveiling your every desire for her pooling at your heat.

she gently swirled the tip of her finger around your drooling entrance in the depths of the tub, "nice and easy, baby. there you go".

sweet mewls bubbled away in your throat interlaced with the quiet whispers of the water crashing waves, undulating in sync with each motion of your hips bucking up from underneath her touch, in an effort to create that friction you so desperately yearned for.

her hold around your thigh grew stronger, as did those needy clenches of your plush, swollen lips her calloused knuckles barely grazed.

"take it, sweetheart, show me what it is that you need", she traced the edges of her nails down the avenue to your glistening slit once more, only dipping as much as the tip of her thick digit inside, just for her sheen pleasure.

beads of sweat dripped along the valley of her temple along with a pleased frown tugging at the corners of her eyebrows, whilst scissoring your puffy lips open. abby bit down on her tongue at the sight of you throwing your head back in utter bliss, slurring on your soft cries for release against her flush silken skin.

god, you were so good.

"let me give it to you, baby, please", she couldn't bear to keep lingering her fleeting touches at the brink of your blissful surrender, pulling at her heartstrings to guide her fingers to plunge into your heat, knuckles deep.

sparks took flight within those sleek, wet walls that engulfed her entirely, passion igniting like a flickering nerve of sensations upon feeling her stretch you out, thick and full.

"that's it, angel. let go, 'n feel good for me just like that", she mused gently nibbling on your earlobe, breath edging to shake, as she doted you into riding the wave, your bodies aligned.

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︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶

#the last of us #tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fic #abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson headcanons #abby anderson drabble #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson the last of us #abby anderson tlou #[♡ᵎ] 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

[poisonlove]

JEALOUSLY p.2 | m.a

jealously

Wednesday Addams watched Y/N from afar as if she had been ensnared by a spell. The fairy sat under a majestic tree, its foliage filtering the golden sunlight, enveloping her in an angelic and hypnotic aura. Sunbeams danced through the leaves, creating patterns of light that caressed her soft brown curls, making them shine like dark wood strands bathed in the morning dew.

With almost obsessive attention, Wednesday noticed every little detail: the delicate curve of her neck, the long, dark lashes that gracefully opened and closed as she read, her tongue that, at regular intervals, lightly grazed her lower lip in concentration. When something in the book intrigued her, her eyes would light up, a vibrant gleam that turned her beauty into enchantment. Y/N had her unique way of reading, a fascinating ritual. With nimble fingers, she turned the pages gracefully, sometimes delicately underlining the words that struck her the most. Her usually serene face came alive with a radiant expression of joy when she found a particularly touching sentence. Wednesday couldn't help but notice Y/N's small absentminded gestures, her fingers playing with strands of hair, gently touching the book cover, or toying with a blade of grass. It was as if the world around her had melted away, her focus solely on the magic of written words.

Wednesday remained there, admiring the scene with fascinated eyes, as if she had been transported to an enchanted world. It was a vision of beauty and grace that she would never forget.

Wednesday was consumed by an uncontrollable jealousy towards that book. Her jealousy was extreme, fueled by the way Y/N caressed it with her fingers. She ardently wished that those fingers would explore her body, entwine in her hair after every passionate kiss. Unconsciously, she bit her lower lip as she imagined Y/N on top of her, kissing her passionately and penetrating her with her fingers.

From being as cold as a stone statue, Wednesday had suddenly become a burning flame of passion.

"Obsession Addams is the only solution"she thought to herself.

Her eyes continued to enjoy the sight of Y/N, admiring her as if she were looking at the most beautiful painting exhibited in an art gallery. A deep sigh escaped from her lips, a lament of uncontainable desire.

Suddenly, Wednesday felt her blood freeze in her veins when she saw Xavier approaching her. The misunderstood artist from "Nevermore" sat down next to the fairy, causing Y/N to close her book.

A flash of anger flickered in Wednesday 's eyes when she saw Xavier push a strand of hair away from T/N's face during their brief interaction.

How dare he touch what she considered hers? How dare he touch her?

Wednesday clenched her teeth violently, and a growl erupted from the depths of her throat. Her blood boiled, and a fiery blaze burned in her stomach. Her fingers clenched into a fist as she struggled to control her immense anger.

That useless boy was about to experience her wrath.

Finally, she rose from her hiding place and hurriedly made her way towards her Beloved, who still didn't know she was hers. Y/N turned to her, wearing a confused smile at the unexpected visit from the ravenette. Xavier stopped laughing when he met Wednesday 's gaze, which radiated a chilling darkness.

"Oh, hello, Wed," the fairy exclaimed as she got up from the grass and quickly brushed off her uniform.

Every word Y/N spoke made Wednesday Addams feel like her heart was about to explode. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to regain the composure that her trembling knees had taken from her. She sighed deeply, maintaining an impassive expression as she looked at her fairy.

"Do you need anything?" Y/N asked, confused but also slightly excited. It seemed that she was finally having some kind of conversation with her crush, someone she had secretly admired for weeks.

Wednesday decided to get straight to the point, without mincing words. "See you tonight. Here. At 9 o'clock," she said with a determined tone, before turning around and walking towards the academy's entrance. The fairy looked at the silhouette of Wednesday walking away with confusion; their conversation had been brief and enigmatic.

However, Y/N had no intention of letting this opportunity slip away. Excitement and anticipation mixed in her chest as she mentally prepared herself for the upcoming date.

At exactly 8:30, Wednesday was already on her way to the rendezvous point, but she had an important matter to resolve first. Cautiously, she looked around for signs of life, ensuring that no one was watching her as she headed to Xavier's not-so-secret hiding place. The raven-haired girl sighed and silently entered the shed, where she knew she would find him.

Inside the shed, Xavier had his back turned, completely absorbed in his painting. His face lit up with a smile when he felt the door close behind him.

"Hello, Y/N, you know..." he began to say before he turned around, but his voice trailed off when he met Wednesday Addams' piercing gaze.

Something was clearly wrong, and Xavier felt uncomfortable under the ravenette's intense scrutiny. Instinctively, he took a step back.

Did he just say "Y/N"?

With a mocking smile on her lips, Wednesday slowly approached Xavier.

"So... you were expecting Y/N?" She asked with an innocent tone as she traced her fingers over the hanging paintings on the wall. A fire burned in her guts as she remembered the bastard touching her fairy. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Xavier noticed that the girl was wearing gloves, which increased his unease. He audibly swallowed.

Wednesday advanced towards Xavier, picked up a forgotten brush from the table, and drove it into the boy's thigh. A cry of pain escaped from Xavier's lips as he doubled over from the sudden and sharp pain.

Wednesday clenched her jaw tightly, applying more pressure to the open wound. Xavier, with pleading eyes, looked at the ravenette. Wednesday could feel the fear in his eyes, and she found it highly amusing.

"Why did you do it?" Xavier whimpered, struggling to hold back tears as he stuttered from the pain.

"She is mine. The next time you touch her, I'll stab it in your neck, not your thigh" Wednesday said in a low and threatening tone. Xavier nodded in desperation, making gestures to show he understood.

Wednesday got up and walked away from the boy, who was at that moment trying to remove the brush from his leg. With a victorious smile on her lips, Wednesday left the shed, removed her gloves, and put them in her backpack.

The night was taking an unexpected turn, and Wednesday was determined to ensure that Y/N was safe from any threat.

(...)

"Sorry for the delay" Wednesday said with a slight discomfort in her voice. The fairy turned to her and returned a nervous smile.

"Don't worry... you're right on time" Y/N replied simply, her eyes meeting Wednesday's. Addams looked away, feeling nervous about the intensity of her Beloved's gaze.

"Are you ready?" Wednesday asked with a smile as she took Y/N's hand, interlocking their fingers.

The heart of the raven-haired girl was beating strongly against her chest as she enjoyed the pleasurable contact of their entwined hands. She fervently wished that this touch would never fade away.

However, Y/N furrowed her brow when she noticed a red stain on Wednesday's right cheek. Without thinking twice, she raised her thumb and wiped the stain from her cheek. Wednesday sighed, feeling the warmth of her touch.

"Thanks. It's paint" Addams affirmed, offering a small smile, relieved that she could come up with an excuse quickly. She couldn't admit that it was Xavier's blood.

Unable to resist her impulses, the raven-haired girl leaned in to kiss her Beloved gently. Y/N's eyes widened in surprise as she felt Wednesday 's cold lips against hers, but she quickly surrendered to the kiss, smiling at the long-awaited magical moment.

Wednesday caressed Y/N's cheek, enjoying the softness of her skin and the deliciousness of her lips, which immediately became her addiction. She made a small smile when she noticed that the fairy's eyelids remained closed and her lips slightly parted.

"Let's go... I'll take you to a special place, Cara Mia" wednesday whispered, pronouncing the Italian nickname while smiling as she noticed the blush on the girl's cheeks.

Y/N didn't hesitate to take Wednesday's hand. She had complete trust in her, not only because she felt safe and protected but also because she knew that Addams would do everything possible to make her feel comfortable.

Wednesday tightened her grip, fearing that her Beloved might pull away. She hadn't stabbed Xavier in vain; Y/N was supposed to be hers, and the whole school had to know it if they didn't want to face her wrath.

#jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x fem!reader #miércoles addams #wednesday x you #wednesday addams x you #merlina addams #wednesday addams gifs

[reesejadyn3officialsstuff]

The Elevator | Homelander x Y/N

WARNING: smut, 18+ 

- note: sorry late to post, me and my bestie have lot going on...school stuff..🥲

(Sorry if it is not good..) 🙂

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You walking in to the elevator and you turn around a bit, and you saw Homelander coming  now you and him between alone in the elevator, you pressed the button on 99th, as the doors of the elevator slid shut, you and Homelander found themselves alone in the confined space. Without a word, Homelander pressed the emergency stop button, ensuring you and Homelander would have complete privacy for the next few minutes. You and him eyes met, and the air crackled with electric anticipation. Homelander moved closer, his hand gently resting on your waist, pulling you toward Homelander. You could feel the heat radiating from his body...then he against you the wall..you were blushing but little nervous."You know what I want from you" Homelander gives you grin and he lean toward you, his chest against yours. You blushes even more and looks away shyly...he take your chin to look at him "Look at me" He smile, he is more attractive than you think. He leans in and kisses you softly on the lips, his hand traces the curve of your waist, lingering over your hips as he pulls you closer. He deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours. His grip on you tightens and his other hand slides up your neck to cup your face. You wraps your arms around his neck..He continues kissing you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth with increasing intensity. His hands roam over your body, moving under your shirt to caress your bare skin. He presses his body against yours firmly, the heat from his body making you shiver. You can feel the passion in his kiss and the hunger in his touch.. His hand caresses your neck and shoulders as he moves his lips slowly down your neck, his tongue teasing your skin. His lips leaving a trail of kisses down to your chest. His tongue teasing the skin. He moves back up and starts kissing your mouth, pulling you close as his body presses firmly against yours. His hand moves down your back and along your legs, exploring every inch of your body. You traced your fingertips along his abs, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch. Homelander groaned, his desire evident as he cupped your breasts through the fabric of your blouse, teasing you hardened nipples. You pushed Homelander against the elevator wall, your hands fumbling to unzip his pants. You could feel his hardness straining against his pants, aching to be released. With a quick motion, you freed him, your hand wrapping around his throbbing length. Homelander moaned, his head falling back as Y/N's skilled touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He reciprocated by sliding his hand under your skirt, feeling the wetness that had pooled between her thighs. His fingers danced over your clit, eliciting gasps of pleasure from your lips.The elevator rocked slightly, adding an element of unpredictability to you and Homelander..passionate encounter. The fear of being caught only heightened their arousal, fueling their frenzied need for each other. As their bodies entwined, the elevator suddenly jolted back to life, the emergency stop released. With a startled gasp, you and Homelander hastily adjusted their disheveled clothes, attempting to regain their composure. As the elevator doors opened on their desired floor, you and Homelander exchanged a knowing glance, their secret shared. 

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(Same story but little different...don't know which is better...👆🏽👇🏽) 

As the elevator doors closed, Y/N found themselves alone with Homelander. The tension in the confined space was palpable, and their gazes locked with an undeniable desire. The elevator jolted, causing Y/N to stumble into Homelander's muscular chest. Without hesitation, Homelander wrapped his strong arms around Y/N, pulling them closer. The scent of his cologne filled the air, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere. Y/N could feel Homelander's power vibrating through his body, heightening their excitement. Their lips crashed together in a passionate, urgent kiss. Homelander's hands explored Y/N's body, tracing every curve and eliciting moans of pleasure. Y/N's hands roamed over Homelander's chiseled torso, feeling the hard muscles beneath their fingertips. With each passing floor, the intensity between them grew. The elevator became a haven for their lust, their inhibitions melting away. Homelander lifted Y/N effortlessly, pressing them against the elevator wall. Y/N's legs wrapped around his waist, their bodies fitting together perfectly.Homelander's kisses trailed down Y/N's neck, leaving a trail of fiery sensations. Y/N's breath hitched as Homelander's hands ventured beneath their clothing, igniting a hunger within them. The elevator continued its ascent, matching the escalating rhythm of their desires. Lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, Y/N surrendered to Homelander's commanding touch. The elevator became their private sanctuary, their moans of ecstasy echoing off the walls. Time seemed to stop as they explored each other's deepest desires, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. With a final surge of passion, they reached the pinnacle of their pleasure together. Waves of ecstasy washed over them, leaving them breathless and sated. As the elevator doors opened on their desired floor, they both shared a knowing smile, the memory of their unforgettable encounter etched in their minds forever. And thus, their erotic escapade in the elevator came to an end, leaving them both craving more of each other's forbidden desires...

(Part 2 is coming up) "I want more..." This title heh.. 🫣  me and my bestie made this stories...there smut but not really great smut...I understand...me and bestie still practicing btw.. hoping you like this story)

#homelander #the boys #the boys tv #antony starr #homelander x y/n #homelander x reader #homelander x you #smut #homelander smut

[hyunjin-amore]

Muzan x Top male reader

Masterlist

❤️ Muzan Kibutsuji grinned as he saw the man enter his opulent office with a swagger. Muzan was filled with excitement as M/N exuded a confident and cocky aura of dominance, making his heart race. M/N softly said, "Hello, Muzan," sending shivers down Muzan's spine.

❤️ "I've come here to make a deal with you, but I think we can come to an arrangement that benefits both of us." Leaning back in his chair, Muzan traced the M/N's slender physique with his eyes, hunger blazing in his golden eyes. Husky with desire, he murmured, "What kind of arrangement did you have in mind?"

❤️ M/N casually strolled towards Muzan, gradually reducing their distance until their bodies nearly touched. The man mumbled, "I think we both know what kind of arrangement I'm talking about," in a low, alluring voice.

❤️ With a menacing smile, Muzan wrapped his hand around the M/N's waist and drew him in till their lips met, only inches apart. With a fierce kiss on the M/N's lips, Muzan snarled, "I'm looking forward to this arrangement," his eyes blazing with need.

❤️ As their tongues entwined in a visceral, primordial dance, M/N assertively took charge and dominated Muzan. Muzan moaned and gave in to the M/N's caresses, his hands caressing every part of the M/N's body and causing him to sigh softly with pleasure.

❤️ M/N carefully unzipped Muzan's shirt, letting his hands slide over the silky length of Muzan's chest without interrupting their intense hug. The M/N's touch sent electric shocks of pleasure through Muzan's body, making his breath catch as a desire that only the M/N's touch could quench flared. Their clothing fell to the floor of Muzan's plush office chair, thrown aside in a lustful and delusional frenzy.

❤️ With such ferocity that left Muzan gasping for air and both desperate for release, M/N showed off his domineering nature right away. When M/N ravaged Muzan, he gasped and groaned, his body reacting to the M/N's dominant touch with a zeal that made him feel lightheaded with pleasure. As their bodies moved in unison as they experienced the height of bliss, the outside world vanished, and they became engrossed in an intoxicating fury of ancestral cravings.

❤️ Muzan looked up at M/N, desiring and admiring, as they lay entwined in the aftermath of their passionate experience. "I believe this setup has a lot of potential," Muzan whispered, his tone full of alluring promise. M/N grinned, mischievous lights shining in his eyes. "Muzan, I couldn't agree more," he said in a tone tinged with joy. "I look forward to our future collaborations."

Taglist: @eleniblue

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[miyx-amour]

SO NEEDY?

choi seungcheol x 14th member!fem!reader

w.c : 1.2k

lower case intended

i took a creative writing class in all four years of high school so just bear with me

during the second day of the seoul concert, seungcheol's lingering presence from the previous night stayed imprinted in your mind. his gaze followed you persistently, and the memory of his touch gently encircling your waist as you praised his charm to the carats remained vivid.

"five minutes, y/n," echoed the reminder from the staff beyond the door. a sigh escaped your lips, unintentionally reflecting your yearning, now a source of stress.

with deliberate intent, you adjusted your snug-fitting shirt, wearing a subtle smirk as you admired the provocative display of cleavage. "perfect," resonated your satisfied inner monologue.

stepping out from the dressing room, a collective gaze fixated on you, captivated by the impeccable contour of your shirt, the gentle flow of your mini-skirt on your thighs, and the rhythmic dance of your long brown hair. In that moment, you embodied perfection.

~on stage~

as the group commenced the final segment of the performance, you gracefully approached cheol, fingers intertwining while delivering your verse with a sensual allure. the palpable yearning in his expression reflected his profound need for you, yet, in that moment, your own reliance on him eclipsed his.

in a hushed murmur, you conveyed, "i need you," eliciting a sigh resonating with shared emotion. the paradox of creating such an intimate connection amidst the gaze of thousands of fans hung in the air, leaving an indelible imprint on the spectacle.

as the performance concluded and the arena plunged into darkness, a breathy exhalation of relief escaped your lips. temporarily immersed in quietude, you closed your eyes, savouring the respite until seungcheol's grip entwined in your hair disrupted the moment.

upon reopening your eyes, seungcheol, with languid confidence, whispered, "need me, don’t you? want to suck me off now, huh? i know you do. you would love to, but i don’t think you deserve that, making me feel so needy in front of so many people, huh? you’re such a bad girl."

acknowledging his words, you found yourself torn between acquiescence and impatience. a resigned sigh accompanied your ascent, traversing towards the dressing room, leaving the lingering echoes of his provocative discourse to reverberate in your contemplative mind.

~time skip~

seungcheol deftly opens the door to your shared hotel room. almost instantly upon stepping inside, cheol presses you against the wall, his lips finding their way to your ear. "you're such a needy girl," he murmurs. sensation courses through you, a growing wetness revealing the intensity of your desire. you yearned for him with an urgency that intensified by the moment.

his lips seamlessly meet yours, while his hands trace a tantalizing path up your form, securing your head in a firm yet sensual embrace. a low moan escapes into the kiss, deepening its intensity. the subtle nip on your bottom lip signals a desire for your mouth to part. as you oblige, he ventures into the intricate dance of exploration, tongues entwined in a provocative symphony.

seungcheol eases away from the intense make-out, lifting you and guiding you to the freshly prepared bed. as you recline, he sensually sheds his grey sweatpants and boxers, the sight of his hardened arousal amplifying your desire.

returning to you at a deliberate pace, he positions himself on his knees while you crawl towards him. a sensuous spit on your hand serves as lubrication as you intimately caress his throbbing length. beginning with deliberate slowness, you swiftly escalate the rhythm, indulging in passionate, kitten-like licks.

unable to resist any longer, you take him completely, eliciting a deep groan from him in response to the sudden surge of pleasure. your eyes roll back, savouring the exquisite taste you've eagerly anticipated throughout the day.

his flavour sent you to cloud nine. seungcheol revelled in the sensation of your mouth around him, releasing soft whimpers sporadically. you sensed him twitching as he neared his peak. approaching climax, he gathered your hair into a ponytail and began moving his hips, intensifying the experience to reach his peak. "fuck, fuck, fuck," he moaned, releasing his essence down your throat as you eagerly swallowed every last drop.

he plants a tender kiss on your forehead, gently guiding you backward onto the pillows. skillfully, he peels away your shirt and bra, followed by your sweatpants and panties. "open your legs," he commands, and you comply, a soft whisper escaping as the cool air caresses your intimate core. "good girl," he praises, his lips finding your dripping warmth, prompting a loud moan from you in response to the sudden pleasure.

"oh my god, f-fuck," you moan as his tongue teases your clit, your eyes welling with pleasure. your hands instinctively find their way to cheol's hair, and explicit moans escape your lips. "fuck, cheol," you scream as he introduces a finger, his pace accelerating with each passing moment.

a tight coil tightens in your stomach as cheol adds a second finger. "mm, fuck, cheol," you moan, overwhelmed by the sensations. cheol devours your intimacy with an insatiable hunger, his actions suggesting this act is his final feast. Your moans escalate into unrestrained screams, "fuck, oh my god," echoing as you reach the climax. cheol diligently licks you clean, ensuring every trace of your essence is swallowed in the aftermath.

he plants a tender kiss on your lips, trailing down to your neck, marking you possessively, a silent proclamation to the world that you belong to him and him alone. in one fluid motion, he enters you without warning. "ahh, fuck," you scream, a symphony of pleasure echoing in the room. the initial discomfort of his stretch transforms into a pleasure that eclipses any lingering pain. with unrelenting fervour, he quickens his pace, coaxing moans of his name from your lips as if it were your sole vocabulary.

descending to your chest, he marks you deliberately, sending your senses into a fog as he intensifies the rhythm. "holy shit," you groan, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure. the sensation of him inside you, substantial and satisfying, adds to the ecstasy of the moment.

his hand moves down to the bulge in your stomach. "feel that? that's my cock, deep inside my baby," he coos as tears cascade from your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity. gradually, he turns his attention to your tits, sensually sucking on them, eliciting throaty moans of pleasure from you. "mmm, fuck," you moan, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

a familiar knot tightens in your stomach, "i-i'm close," you moan. seungcheol accelerates his pace, hastening your ascent to ecstasy. his eyes linger on the enticing sight of your bouncing tits as he passionately explores your swollen warmth, emitting soft groans signalling his proximity to climax.

a primal scream escapes your lips as you release all over his throbbing length. "good slut," he praises, observing as his member disappears into the creamy confines of your core. gripping your hips firmly, he maintains control, striving to reach his own pinnacle. overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, you sob, "t-too much," and he reassures you, "i know, baby, i know," peppering your neck with tender kisses.

withdrawn from your cum-filled intimacy, he commands, "open up, baby," and you comply. with a few firm strokes, he releases into your mouth, emitting a loud groan. "swallow it, baby," he instructs, and you obediently ensure every last drop is consumed.

"good girl," he coos. "let's get you cleaned up," he suggests, leaving a soft peck on your plump lips.

#🎸 - miyx-amour #seventeen smut #seventeen hard hours #seventeen hard thoughts #seungcheol smut #seungcheol hard hours #seungcheol hard thoughts #kpop smut #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #seventeen x reader #seungcheol x reader

[kqyslyho3]

⋆ Heaven⋆ C.S

Warnings : smut

Other blogs : @dracomalfoyhasmyheart (Draco Malfoy)

Summary : idk im just going with the flow here.

Y/N and Chris Sturniolo were lying on her bed, wrapped in each other's arms. The sun was streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on their naked bodies. They had been dating for a few months now, and their desire for each other never seemed to fade. As they lay there, their fingers entwined, Y/N could feel her arousal growing.

She turned to Chris, their faces inches apart. 'Chris,' she whispered, her voice filled with need.

Chris smiled, his eyes filled with desire. 'What do you want, mamas?' he asked, his hand gently caressing her cheek.

'I want you,' Y/N replied, her eyes locking with his.

Without another word, Chris leaned in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Y/N felt her body melting under his touch as he ran his hands down her body, igniting a fire within her. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss.

Chris broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking on her sensitive skin. Y/N's breath hitched as his lips made their way to her breasts, his warm tongue swirling around her nipples. She arched her back, pressing her body closer to his. 'Chris,' she moaned, her hands gripping onto his hair.

He continued to worship her body, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down her stomach. When he reached her heat, he looked up at Y/N with lust-filled eyes. 'Wow, mama's,' he breathed out, his voice full of awe. 'You taste like heaven.'

Y/N's breathing became erratic as Chris's tongue swirled between her folds, exploring every inch of her. She could feel herself getting wetter with each lick, her moans growing louder and more desperate. 'More,' she pleaded, her hips lifting off the bed in search of more pleasure.

Chris chuckled against her, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. 'Patience, mamas,' he teased before returning to his task, his skilled tongue bringing her closer to the edge.

Y/N's hands clenched the bed sheets as Chris brought her to the brink of ecstasy, only to pull away at the last second. She whimpered in frustration, but Chris just grinned up at her mischievously. 'You like it rough, don't you, ma?' he asked, his voice low and almost growling.

Y/N nodded, her desire now overriding any rational thought. 'Yes, Chris,' she gasped, her body craving his touch. 'Please, I need you.'

Chris sat up and claimed her lips once again, his tongue dancing with hers as he positioned himself between her legs. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist.

He entered her in one swift motion, filling her completely. 'Oh, God, Chris,' Y/N moaned, her nails digging into his back.

He began to move, his thrusts becoming more forceful and unrelenting. Y/N's body responded to his every touch, her moans becoming louder and her pleasure growing with each passing second. She begged for more, using every ounce of her strength to keep up with him.

But Chris wasn't satisfied yet. He wanted to push her to the limit, to see her completely undone under his touch. He increased the pace, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her. Y/N couldn't control her screams anymore, her body writhing in pleasure as she reached her climax.

Chris didn't stop, though. He continued to drive her to the edge, over and over again, until Y/N was a quivering mess beneath him. He finally allowed himself to release, his own pleasure matching hers as he emptied himself inside of her.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies intertwined as they caught their breath. 'Wow,' Y/N whispered, her body still tingling with aftershocks.

Chris chuckled, his breath hot against her skin. 'I don't think I've ever seen you so undone, mamas,' he said, a satisfied grin on his face.

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🔞 Rough Night 🔞

Toji Fushiguro x OC Character (afab)

Notes:

MDNI 🔞, smut, nipple play, Toji (warning enough), toxic Toji, squirting pussy, overstimulation, big dick energy, orgasm everywhere, breeding kink, not proofread;

tell me if i forget something;

Summary:

After a challenging day, Michiko chose to spend time with her friends. They rendezvoused at a bar. While there, Michiko crossed paths with a tall, muscular guy named Toji, who quickly swept her off her feet. They left the bar and headed to her place. During the journey, he playfully caressed her buttocks and kissed her neck, leaving Michiko feeling lightheaded and exhilarated. They finally reached her apartment.

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With trembling hands, Michiko unlocks the door to her apartment. Behind her stands a tall and muscular man, who begins to kiss and nibble at her neck. As they enter the apartment, Michiko turns to face the man, and they engage in a passionate make-out session with their tongues locked in a dominant dance. They are determined not to lose control as their bodies quickly heat up. Michiko's heart races, and she breathes heavily while her partner for the evening also feels intense pleasure. His hands roam over her, adding to the heat between them.

As they passionately kiss, he grips her buttocks tightly. Michiko lets out a moan as their lips entwine. Her hands rest on his broad chest, desperately trying to remove his shirt. He suddenly stops and gives her a stern look, but his eyes reveal a strong desire for her. "What do you think you're doing, slut?" He questions.

Michiko freezes, looking at him in bewilderment. "What?" Her voice is barely audible. A smug grin spreads across his face, clearly entertained by Michiko's confusion. Toji takes hold of her arms and forcefully guides her into the living room. With his weight, the dark-haired man presses her body onto the couch.

“What’s with the dumb look on your face?“

“Umm… sorry… I thought…“ Michiko stutters and squirms uncomfortably under him.

“Tsk… you thought I didn’t want to fuck anymore? I don’t like women who think they can fight me over dominance.“ 

Toji's sudden kiss takes Michiko aback, but she soon loses herself in their second make-out session. His touch is skilled and surprisingly gentle, causing her to melt into his embrace. Her skin is overcome with heat and shivers as his fingers trace over her skin. Usually, she would need to be intoxicated to engage with a guy, but Toji's irresistible appearance renders her unable to resist.

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Sitting at the bar with her friends, Michiko held a glass of sex on the beach in her left hand. Amidst the chatter, one of her friends gushed about a new co-worker at their office. It was clear that she had a crush on him, but sadly, he was a contented husband and father of two. However, Michiko paid no attention as she relished the taste of her favourite drink. As the conversation continued, she scanned the bar, but no one caught her enough interest for a potential hookup. Despite being tired and stressed from the day, Michiko still longed for the physical release of a man inside her, aching to melt away her worries. It was as if Michiko's prayers had been answered, for the bar door swung open, and a muscular and towering man entered with a gust of chilly air. 

Michiko was in a state of stillness as she tuned out all distractions and fixed her gaze on the man in front of her. Her cheeks became rosy as she observed him, feeling like an outsider experiencing her first encounter with a human on Earth. Her attention was immediately drawn to a small scar on his lip, prompting her intoxicated mind to speculate on its origin. Did he get into a fight? Was he defending someone? Or was he a serial killer and got the scar from one of his victims?

He settled into the corner of the bar, spreading his legs widely as if daring to say, "I have an impressive manhood. What will you do about it?" Michiko's gaze fixated on him, feeling a heated sensation as she observed how tightly his shirt fit. It seemed to mould to his body like a second skin. She scolded herself internally, longing to see more of his divine physique.

He glanced around and then fixated his emerald gaze on Michiko. As he entered, he sensed her intense gaze and couldn't resist flashing a mischievous smile.

The unknown individual was aware of his charm on women and men. He was well aware of his handsome appearance and saw no reason to hide it. His well-built physique was a source of pride for him. As expected, he caught a woman's attention without even having to order a drink. They stared at each other for several minutes, neither willing to break the intense eye contact. Noticing the woman's flushed face, the stranger couldn't help but chuckle. He then tilted his head, inviting Michiko to come closer. Michiko was taken aback but couldn't resist the magnetic pull of this man. Without a word, she got up from her seat, abandoning her friends and succumbing to his charm.

Without breaking their intense gaze, the girl slowly settled beside the man and placed her glass on the table. Just as she was about to speak, the stranger reached around and gently grasped her neck, drawing her closer to him. Although she gasped in surprise, he did not harm her; instead, he was tender. Their faces were only inches apart, and her heart raced, her breath coming in quick bursts as her body began to sweat. She lost herself in his embrace, yearning to taste his lips and feel his body beneath her fingertips. The man then leaned towards her ear and whispered roughly, “How about spending the night with me? I want to hear you scream my name, Toji.“

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Michiko is forcefully thrown onto her bed, with Toji looming over her. His touch becomes increasingly rough. His fingers slide under her shirt, tightly grasping her soft, warm skin. A pained moan escapes her lips. "Toji..." she manages to gasp. He ignores her protests and hungrily sucks down on her neck like a starved vampire. 

Desperately, she digs her nails into his clothes-covered shoulders. It's all happening too fast and rough for her liking. Usually, a one-night stand is quick and straightforward, without any foreplay or intimacy, just in and out.

Michiko tries to push him away, "You're being too rough..." "Shut up. You're just not used to it. But don't worry, I'll train you," Toji whispers and moves to her other side of the neck, sucking just as aggressively. Michiko's whimpers grow louder, and her body trembles beneath the overpowering man. 

Toji hungrily sucks on Michiko's neck while his hands explore her body. He quickly discovers she isn't wearing a bra, causing him to let out a low growl. Michiko squirms under his touch as his hands cover her entire breasts. Toji pinches and twists her nipples, causing her to whine in pleasure and feeling as though he wants to rip them off and take them as a souvenir. A dark chuckle escapes his lips, adding to the moment's intensity.

His lips gradually move down to her collarbone and shoulders, causing her to squirm in discomfort. "Toji, please stop teasing," she begs. He responds with a dismissive "Tch," commenting that she should be grateful for his attention since she doesn't have to do anything. He instructs her to stay quiet, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. As he looks at her flushed and pained expression, he realises how damaged she already appears. He forcefully tears off her shirt and throws it away.

Toji eagerly wraps his lips around one of her nipples, fervently hoping to taste her milk. Firmly holding her hips in place, he ignores Michiko's attempts to push him away by gripping his hair. Having experienced actual pain, Toji is unfazed by her hair-pulling and even finds it amusing. As Michiko grows dizzy and overwhelmed by pleasure, her panties become soaked and uncomfortable. She has never felt this way before, entirely at the mercy of a man who leaves her speechless and whimpering. His sucking grows more intense, causing a familiar sensation to build in her abdomen. Wide-eyed, she wonders if she will climax just from her nipples being sucked.

She receives her response sooner than she anticipates. A surge of ecstasy engulfs her trembling figure, rendering her momentarily speechless before she releases a cry of pleasure. Her pussy clenches around emptiness, releasing a flood of juices. Toji's eyes darken once again as he admires his handiwork. Her nipples are red and bruised. With a toothy grin, he gazes at his whimpering plaything.

"Well done...you possess great potential. I look forward to having fun with you."

Michiko is unable to hear him as she is still in a state of shock from the most intense orgasm she has ever experienced. Her heart is racing, and she is unaware that her clothing is being removed. Her trousers are now on the floor, and her wet panties are in her mouth. She weakly looks at him, and he tells her to taste herself while he has his way with his way her. Despite her attempts to say she needs a break, Toji quickly undresses. Michiko tries to resist, but Toji gently takes her wrists and holds them above her head. He then rubs his considerable length against her, spreading his pre-cum over it. Michiko writhes beneath him, her moans muffled by her full mouth.

Suddenly, the black-haired man catches her off guard by grabbing her legs and plunging his erect member into her drenched core in one swift motion. Caught off guard, she instinctively arches her back and tenses up, feeling the sudden intrusion. Without hesitation, Toji starts thrusting vigorously, denying her any time to adjust to his size. His hips slam against her thighs and buttocks at a rapid pace, the sound of their movements mixed with his grunts filling the room. The intense stimulation overwhelms Michiko, causing her vision to blur with stars. She's torn between feelings of pleasure and discomfort as her body aches for more.

Toji's intense groans reach her ears, causing her to clench her core around his manhood. She gazes at him, overwhelmed by the pleasure, but Toji is wholly lost in the moment. As he feels her tightening around him, he takes it as a cue to increase his pace. His movements become uncontrollable, even for him. Michiko's body trembles under his forceful thrusts, and she struggles to keep up. The second orgasm approaches unexpectedly. Despite this, Toji shows no signs of slowing down as he observes her with one eye, watching as a second orgasm rocks her body. She squirts once again, her tightness making it difficult for him to continue moving.

Toji's unrelenting lovemaking intensifies as he nears orgasm. Michiko lies beneath him, squirming and panting. Her face flushes with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He presses himself against her, his face buried in her neck as he whispers lewd words into her ear. The heat of their bodies rubbing against each other makes their encounter even more intimate. As he reaches the brink of release, Toji increases his pace. With one final thrust, he ejaculates into her bruised cervix. Though he wants to cry out in pleasure, he manages to keep his mouth shut. He leans back, fully immersed in the sensation of filling her. For a moment, they are both motionless, savouring the moment. Then, Toji roughly removes her panties from her mouth.

He is surprised that she is still conscious. “I thought you were gone, but you have some fire in you, huh?“ Toji admits, nibbling on her ear lobe. "I'll give you a break, but after we carry on, I'll be harsher."

Michiko's glassy eyes are fixed on the ceiling. Her stiff body is still filled with sheer pleasure. All she can do is keep nodding and accepting him, again and again, all night long.

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I’ll take care of you | nsfw

*Authors note~ credit to @hxzxrdous for writing this amazing fic and allowing me to tweak and change a few bits. I love it so much and I know everyone else will too. You should be proud of yourself blue*

You were a young professor at The School for Good and Evil teaching the Nevers Special Talents. You instantly hit it off with the dean herself. Something about your shy and innocent nature attracted Lady Lesso. Soon the staff and even the students knew about your relationship, and Lady Lesso wasn't shy to let the whole school know you were hers. And she was yours. But you were quite inexperienced regarding the intimacy.

It was friday night when you nervously knocked on the dean's chambers.

"Y/N, what is troubling you, my darling, are you alright?" The dean lifted an eyebrow, worry coloring her face.

"I- just," you gulped down nervously "I'm ready- I want to- I want to... you know-," you shrugged your shoulders.

"Words, my darling. I need you to use words." Lady Lesso leaned in, her voice a seductive purr in your ear as she invited you inside to her headquarters. You stepped inside, looking around the antechamber, red velvet couch in front of the crackling fireplace, some bookshelves brimming with knowledge and a mini bar before the hearth.

"I want you... I want you so bad," you blurted out, turning to Lady Lesso. "Please-" you added, your desperation palpable in the air.

Lady Lesso tenderly clasped your hand, leading you to the inviting comfort of the couch. As you settled down together, her voice, a gentle whisper, filled your ears with promises of delight. With a delicate touch, she brushed your hair aside, leaving a trail of tender kisses along the curve of your neck.

Lady Lesso tood a deep breath, putting up her hand, slowly moving it closer to your cheek, caressing the side of your face with her silver-painted nails. "Close your eyes, my love. Let your troubles slip away as I guide you..." she murmured, her voice brimming with a soothing allure.

Her hand trails down your neck and down your shoulders, moving it ever so slowly over your chest. Each touch carried an electric sensation, awakening desires you had long yearned to explore with her.

"Do you trust me, love... Let yourself go..."

Lady Lesso purred in your ear, her warm breath tickling my ear.

"Mhm... I trust you," you nodded, closing your eyes.

Lady Lesso, looked at you, still stroking your cheek slowly.

"How does that feel, love? You tell me when you feel comfortable - or if you're ready for the next step," the redhead spoke in a sultry voice.

"I'm ready- Please-" you pleaded with her, craving more.

"Good girl," she smirked at your reaction.

She pressed a soft kiss on your lips. After a brief moment she broke the kiss.

"Was that good, my love? You may open your eyes if you wanna see..." she suggested, a gentle invitation hanging in the air.

"Mhm- It was perf-" before you could finish your sentence, Lady Lesso's lips claimed yours once more. This time, the kiss deepened, intensifying in passion, and your tongues entwined in an intimate dance that left you breathless.

Lady Lesso caressed your lower belly, her hand slipping beneath the fabric of my panties. I squirmed ever so slightly, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability coursing through me.

"Is everything alright, my love? We can stop anytime you want, I won't be mad, this is a safe place. You’re safe with me dove." Lady Lesso spoke with a soft, reassuring tone.

"N- no, don't stop," you managed to mewl, your voice laced with a burgeoning pleasure. "Feels good-"

Lady Lesso smiled at you, placing her hand on your cheek while the other caressed your chest. She looked into your eyes, waiting for your next response.

"Do you trust me enough to go a little bit further?" She whispered before bestowing another sweet kiss upon your lips. You nodded eagerly, wanting more of the woman. It didn’t matter how close she got, you still needed more.

"Good girl..." the red head practically purred at you. Your submission to her pleasing her greatly.

The older woman started unbuttoning your shirt, then letting you unbutton hers.

"You're learning quickly, little one." She kissed you on the lips again, tracing circles on your shoulders then caressing your breasts.

"You're so beautiful, love, no need to be shy." The dean whispered, before helping you take off your skirt and knickers. You watched the older woman in awe as she revealed her black lingerie.

"You're doing such a great job sweet girl." Lady Lesso murmured as she moved closer to you and kissed you once more.

She took your hand in hers and placed it on her lower belly, gently caressing her skin.

"Now... You've been such a good girl for me I'm letting your hands wander. Would you like that, baby?" She asked, her voice soft and silky. "Go ahead- explore."

"My my, you are one eager little girl, aren't you?" Lady Lesso smirked, carefully taking the rest off hers and your clothes off.

She sat you down on the couch and pull you to sit on her lap.

"I want you to feel good about yourself. To feel comfortable, my darling." She caressed your hair before cupping your cheeks, kissing you passionately.

"Feels funny between my legs." You replied looking down as your women folds were touching, rubbing together.

"Oh? Don't worry, sweet baby. I'll make you feel all better." Lesso gently layed you down, kissing your lips again, then your neck, then your chest, your bellybutton, between your thighs.

"Please-" you mewled.

"Good girl... Now, I want you to look at me. Just concentrate on me and keep your eyes on me. It'll go easier that way, my love."

She took your hands in hers as she straddled your hips.

"If... something doesn't feel good, or if you're not comfortable, don't feel bad about saying so, okay? This is supposed to be fun and enjoyable for the both of us. I'll stop at any time you want. Trust me, alright?" She caressed your cheek, looking at you with pure love and adoration. She gave you one last quick kiss before starting.

"Now, I want you to close your eyes and breathe. Let yourself go, breathe with me."

She took a deep breath.

"In..."

...and then she took another.

"... And out."

She caressed your hair, continuing to breathe.

"Tell me when you're ready, little one."

"I- I'm ready, Nora." "You whimpered as you lifted your hips up in the air a little to get more fraction.

"You’re such a responsive pet, so cute... do... do you like that?" Lady Lesso let out a deep sigh as she started grinding against you, letting out a soft moan as she continued her pace.

"My my, this does feel good doesn't it, little one?" The older woman asked between her breaths.

"So much-" you nodded reaching your hand towards Lesso's breasts, messaging them as Lesso quickened her pace.

She gasped a bit, before taking your hand and holding it in hers.

"Oh my... my love, you are an eager pet for me, aren't you?" Lady Lesso moaned softly.

Your breathing hitched as you felt warmer and warmer down there.

"Now... I have a little game for you... be a good girl for me and hold it in, alright? I'll do it with you. I promise it'll feel so good after." Lady Lesso purred in your ear then continued stradling you.

She smiled at you before leaning in and whispering in an attempt to make you hold back as long as you can.

"I'll make this easy for you... I'll let you win, alright?" She smirked down at you.

"But... I want you to try your hardest. Try and hold it in as long as you can, okay?" She kissed youbagain passionately, keeping the pace the same as before.

Lesso blinked, her copper red hair flying back as she felt the pleasure building up more and more.

"Mmmm... you're doing good, darling... hold it in a little longer, if you can, such a good girl for me. I’m so proud ..." The older woman let out a deep moan.

You whimpered as you held it in, closing your eyes, focusing hard on holding it in, trying to ignore the dean's loud moans that turned you on so much.

"Do you think you can go a little further, my love?" She caressed your cheek lovingly as she slowly increased the pace, wanting to give you a challenge.

"Yeah-" You mewled fighting the urge to climax. "H-harder-"

An amused smile appeared on Lesso's face as she went faster and faster.

"Keep your eyes on me, okay? I want you to hold on for as long as you possibly can..." The redhead's voice is soft, but determined.

Lady Lesso let out a loud groan as she came to her climax first, you coming right after her, your body shaking and trembling. You both took a moment to catch your shaky breaths, still happily in your submissive headspace.

"That was incredible, I love you, my darling... I love you more than anything. I am so lucky to have you in my life..." She drew you into a lingering kiss, her fingers gently caressing your hair, further reinforcing the tenderness between you. Hoping the tenderness would help draw you deeper into your fuzzy mindset.

"Now... for your reward, my sweet babygirl-" Lady Lesso layed down next to you, pulling you closer to her body. The warmth of her body against yours ignited a renewed sense of desire and anticipation.

"Latch on, my darling." Her little nod showing you exactly what she was suggesting. After all you'd spoken about this act before. There was no denying your love was attractive but this, this was starting to heal someone deep within you. The closeness and feelings of safety and warmth soothing your inner child and allowing yourself to completely let go and give up everything to Lesso.

Word count~ 1652

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Prince!Steve x Sleeping Beauty!Reader Masterlist

These are short blurbs with figurative fairy tale themes. Smut, PIV, Dirty Talk, Spit as lube. All kinds of fun. Without further ado...

In the flickering embrace of candlelight, you stir from your slumber, your senses waking with the ghost of his warm lips – the kiss of your dark prince. The room is fragrant with the essence white roses and cloves. A soft flicker of the flames casts dancing shadows upon the ornamental fairies and witches. The pleasant scrape of his blunt nails leaves behind pebbled skin as they travel over your ribs, your stomach, your thighs, igniting trails of fire. The exquisite ache of your need deepening as it radiates from the bottom of your stomach, like the desire from dreams that have filled your sleep, until it controls every cell. 

Your fingers entwine in the long, golden-brown locks at the nape of his neck as you arch your back, your gaze fixed upon the gilded antique mirror suspended from the ceiling. The rich hue of your breasts' hardened peaks, visible through the diaphanous silk of your chemise, the ties carelessly undone. An opaque triangle, proof of your desire, burgeons at your center as your restless legs writhe against the midnight-blue velvet that drapes the baroque four-poster bed. A place where you've lain resting for far too long without his caress.

The freckled skin of his shoulders and back glides smoothly, rolling with every gesture as the material of your shift is inched higher and higher until it's gone completely, sliding like a waterfall onto the cold stone floor.

“My beauty.” His breath fans over the glistening wetness of your pussy, like moonlight on water. Carvings of golden acanthus leaves scroll up the posts behind him, framing his head in a regal crown.  

“Please,” you whisper on a needy sigh as his lips trail along your navel.

"Shhh.” He silences your pleas as the rough skin of his large hands envelops the softness of your breasts, kneading and teasing and pushing them together, a feast for his black eyes. “Let me take you,” he murmurs, his desire and devotion evident, “I’ll make you my queen. And then, my love, I shall be yours to rule."

His britches are pushed down his hairy legs, forgotten amongst the bedclothes. He's hard and long as he kneels proudly before you. You wet your lips, hungry, as your eyes follow the veins of his thick shaft to the thatch of hair at his base.

His fingers clasp firmly around your calves, urging your knees toward your ribs, parting you with deliberate intention. Spit escapes his parted lips, dripping down your seam, collecting at your entrance. 

“Watch,” he orders as his hand circles his base, guiding his crown at your eager opening. His gaze locks with yours as he thrusts with a moan, filling you completely, stretching your boundaries, molding you for his pleasure. Your insides pulse and ripple around him, euphoria waking from a slumber.

He falls forward as he keens, his hand sliding around your throat, fingers gripping with a hunger that matches his lips as they close over yours, capturing your breath. Your tongues tangle in a sensual duel. 'What is your command?' he murmurs, his voice a rasp against your skin. 'I'll give you anything,' he promises, intoxicated by pleasure, the rhythm of his hips quick and relentless. He slides out smoothly, teasing until you're almost empty before driving into you with the force of a tempest.

The kiss ends with a passionate tug of your teeth on the lushness of his bottom lip. With a seductive grace, you guide him nearer, savoring the taste of desire as you press tender, lingering kisses along his temple, trailing down until his ear is at your mouth. “Make me cum.” 

AN: Thanks for reading. 💋-Jelly

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