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m1kasawps · 4 months
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felix finger fucking you during dinner at saltburn ; mdni
you lazily move your fork around the fancy plate in front of you as elsbeth continues making small talk with oliver, your boyfriend’s newest friend. you’ve tuned out all the voices around you, your boredom increasing with every passing second, starting to become evident on your face as your lips form into a slight pout. this catches the attention of felix, who’s sitting next you and is being equally as quiet as you, aside from the occasional comment towards oliver.
“what’s up?” he leans towards you in his chair, his voice a soft whisper, making sure no one at the table questions the two of you.
you turn to face him as he pulls back away from you, awaiting your response. “i love you, and your family, but i’m honestly so bored.” this time, you lean towards him and whisper in his ear.
“no worries. i feel the same.” he lets out a small laugh. you sit up straight again, going back to your previous boredom. felix has different plans, however, carefully reaching his hand down to your thigh, giving it a small squeeze. you look down at his hand, then look back up at him, a mixture of confusion and lust in your eyes. you open your mouth to say something, but he’s quick to cut you off. “no one’s paying attention to us right now, they won’t notice.” he whispers.
you nod, looking away from him, pretending to suddenly be interested in the conversation of the other’s at the table. he takes this as his sign to keeping going, so he moves his hand slightly up to the hem of your skirt, reaching under your panties, sliding his hand even farther down, stopping at he entrance of your cunt. your body shivers when the cold metal of his rings makes contact with your folds, your thighs clenching together. you bite your lip in anticipation, your gaze shifting to your plate. felix enters two of his fingers into your wet cunt with ease, starting to slowly pump his fingers. your breathing becomes slow and soft as you keep your moans suppressed by pressing your lips together, remaining a normal expression. the pace of his fingers increase bit by bit, hitting that sweet spot in your tight pussy every time his fingers move deeper into you. you subtly grind your hips to match the motion of his fingers. curling his fingers, felix adds to your pleasure, your cunt starting to clench around them. you turn your head to look at him with desperation in your eyes. he gives you a a cocky smirk, the two of you staring at each other as he uses his fingers to push you over the edge, your thighs shaking as you reach your high. your mouth opens to let out your moans, but you’re quick to close your lips, remaining silent. cumming on his fingers, he pulls them out of your pussy and takes his hand back out of your skirt. felix can’t wait for the painfully long dinner to be over, so you can sneak up to his room and deal with the growing tent in his dress pants.
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mariastorm · 11 months
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Danny became the head assistant to one Timothy Drake-Wayne after nearly 20 years of being retired from the hero gig. In Danny's opinion,no 16 year old should be managing a multi - million dollar company as a pass time instead the fricking grown adult who owned said company... *cough,cough .....Bruce Wayne.
But then again,what did he know, alot.....he knew alot about Tim and his family of furries...the undead souls of Gotham tended to tell you things if you gave them the chance, he was just some guy in his thirties who had just moved to Gotham just a year ago. He couldn't just walk up to them and offer a free therapy session with his sister to fix the general mess that was the Wayne family unless he wanted the 'batclan' to start paying attention to him and later creeping him out with their stalking. So he chose a more subtle approach ; slowly integrate into their lives and fix their disaster of a family one appointment at a time.
He started off great. Tim began to open up to him in the office as the days went by. They talked in-between work schedules and meetings. He learnt about Tim's likes and dreams,lent an ear when he needed to vent about stuff involving home or school. In a way , Danny had realised somewhere in between that he was slowly mentally adopting Tim as his kid . He ended doing the same thing with the other Wayne children when he met them. Apparently,Tim spoke about him to the others when he was home and they had all gotten curious. Heck he had even met Alfred and they got on like a house on fire . Now he sometimes joins the old man to shop for groceries every other weekend. He had met Bruce as well and let's just say their first meeting involved Danny scolding the hell out of the man for allowing a literal child to manage his company when said child should have been doing child things as well as all the other things and the others had told him Bruce had done. Alfred had patted him on the back after he had finished his speech while the kids had been laughing at their father's expense.
Bruce had surprisingly taken it like a man considering the fact that he was being told off on how to 'parent' by a twink who was his son's assistant and therefore his employee. Danny had expected to be jobless after that fiasco but instead he was invited to dinner that very same week by Bruce himself. Albeit Bruce refused to make eye contact and seemed to have been having a fever as his face and ears were bright red but Danny didn't mind,free food was free food.... Even if he still wonderd why he had spotted Dick and Stephanie spying on them from the hallway with knowing looks on their faces......
Danny didn't even know how but suddenly he was fully involved in their lives; night time hobbies included after they dramatically told him to which Danny had simply responded with an "ya don't say?"and proceeded to go back to drinking his tea with Alfred . Things in the bat-brood were healing nicely;they were talking, bonding and generally starting to look like a true family. A true family with Danny in it. And Danny himself didn't realize this until one fluke .....no.... Two flukes occurred on the night of the biggest gala Danny had ever attended in his halfa life {galas he attended at Sam's mansion included} .
The first fluke ,he had been both happy and embarrassed about.....
Not one or two or three BUT four of the Wayne children had addressed him as 'Dad' . That too in front of a large group of guests and reporters with cameras and recorders . Damien had gone as far as to specify that ,yes they were referring to him and not Bruce..
And the second fluke....
Well, Danny wasn't sure how to feel about that one............
... Bruce Wayne,the bachelor billionaire,the man Danny had come to have a huge slight man crush on,...........
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Kissed Danny. Right on the lips. On the balcony.
And Danny being a complete idiot had hiccuped then used his invisibility to hide and later run all while forgetting one tiny thing..
He hadn't told the batclan about his secret yet..and honestly??
Danny blames Clockwork.
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murdrdocs · 10 months
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Miguel totally loves watching reader walk around the house, especially since her hips widened and her breasts became bigger with her little bump like she’s about 3 or 4 months pregnant, she just started showing and whenever he can he just loves fucking her over any counter grabbing at her thighs, ass and her tits. ughhh đŸ˜«
In conclusion Miguel loves pregnant sex.
oh he does trust me i would know
when she’s in the fourth month, the start of the second trimester, and there’s that glow to her skin, miguel already finds her irresistible.
she’s smiling more, practically frolicking around the house in the maternity dresses, and she just looks so in love with miguel and the life inside of her. the baby. their baby. his baby.
miguel can’t stay away.
he’s kissing all over her from the moment they wake up, to the moment they go to sleep. he’s rubbing his hands along her muscles and running them along her belly in the shower in the morning, and he’s tracing those same patterns with his lips when they’re supposed to be brushing their teeth at night.
he’s whispering things, little phrases and words that give away how much he wants her, when there’s food cooking on the stove or when they’re watching a show late in the evening.
miguel has her pressed against his chest, big palms holding her tits and forced between her legs when she’s about to go for a bathroom break, or when she asked for his help cleaning the kitchen.
it’s like anytime miguel is near her, he’s in heat, driven by desire, encouraged by just the sight of how she’s filling out, what the pregnancy is doing to her.
he doesn’t understand exactly why he’s like this, but when she’s laid back on the table in place of dinner that can wait another 10 or so minutes, his mouth between her legs and his hands on the soft skin of her belly— he thinks he can figure it out at another time.
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elitadream · 4 months
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Happy New Year everyone!! đŸ€©đŸŽ‰
I wish you all a marvelous time with your loved ones. May these upcoming months bring you joy, peace and all sorts of good things! đŸ€—đŸ’–
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erwinsvow · 1 month
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rafe leaves his car running, music still playing, when he comes to pick you up. he knocks on the door to your house twice, not even bothering to send you a message to come and get him since he knows you’re not on it—you’re probably applying the finishing touches to your makeup or spraying something over your styled hair. your mom gets the door, which is good—your dad isn’t always rafe’s biggest fan. he stays down there, engaging in polite small talk for a few minutes before going up the stairs to your bedroom. 
with his hand hovering above the doorknob, wondering how much time you still need and if the two of you are gonna miss your dinner reservations, he catches the sound of music blaring from your room. it’s not the usual stuff—the lana songs you play on repeat, claiming they’re rafe-coded or the oldies you listen to softly when you’re trying to relax. no, he can hear his music coming from your room, and more than that, he can hear you singing along. 
he stays like that, listening for a few more minutes, smiling to himself before turning the knob and stepping in. true to form, you’re applying another layer of shiny lip gloss, the sticky one that always makes a mess on his face and his dick.
“ak-forty to your livahhh- oh hi rafe!” you turn to great him, looking extra pleased as he comes over to your vanity and presses a kiss to your head while looking in the mirror with you.
“the hell are you listening to?” he laughs, but you can tell he’s holding back a laugh. “y’know i have the truck running, right?”
“smith and wesson
gang reppin-” you sing along again, before breaking into a fit of giggles. you finish applying your lip gloss and then set it down on the counter, adjusting your hair and humming along.
“am i a bad influence? is that what this is?” 
you turn to look up at him from your seat, pressing your hand against the collar of his polo and dragging him down into a kiss. he deepens it, wet and messy, swallowing your moan into his mouth and hand gripping the back of your neck, before he pulls you away. 
“you’re the worst influence. now my makeup is all messed up.” you turn back to the mirror, wiping the corners of your mouth and picking up your lip-liner.
“how long have you been recitin’ drake and 21?”
“you play it all the time!” you protest, half-heartedly. “it’s catchy. and it reminds me of you.” he smirks, taking a seat on your bed. 
“hurry it up or we’ll miss the reservation.” 
you roll your eyes.
“yes, dad.” you think he doesn’t notice, but he gets up from his seat and buries his head in your neck, gripping a tender piece of skin between his teeth and sucking hard. you feel it instantly, and uncomfortable wetness spreading in your panties and the familiar want tightening in your stomach. when rafe pulls away, there’s a bright, dark red mark on your neck
“rafe!” you whine, wiping the skin of his spit and observing in the mirror. your hand goes to grab the bottle of concealer already out, but he stops your wrist mid-movement. 
“nuh-uh, that’s what you get for talkin’ back.” he kisses your cheek. “now come on, i don’t wanna be late.” you comply immediately.
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toucheholland23 · 1 month
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Leshy, stop tormenting Otto ):<
Bonus:
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Get his ass
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astraystayyh · 2 months
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[1:14 a.m. valentine’s day]
nothing filled you with pride like seeing hyunjin on stage— he bloomed under the spotlight like a flower whose petals only unfurled under the caress of the sun.
yet, a bit selfishly, it is in moments like these that you liked him the most. bare faced, cheek slightly squished against your pillow, his black wispy bangs falling upon his eyes, ones you delicately remove from his eyesight each time, as you are doing now, tucking some strands of it behind the curve of his ear. he responds by wrapping his fingers around your wrist and bringing your hand to his mouth, brushing your fingertips against his lips slightly— the softest to the touch, before bestowing a kiss on each one of them, his eyes never leaving yours.
it is in moments like these that you liked hyunjin the most, when he didnt feel the need to perform for anyone, where he existed in his most natural state, and where he chose to love you, so much, in it.
“aren’t you sleepy?” you ask softly, voice barely above a whisper. you’d do anything to preserve the quiet, barricade the door to the outside world with all your might if you had to.
“no,” he replies, just as softly, his hand falling to rest upon your cheek. “are you?”
“no,” you echo, as a traitorous yawn overtakes your lips. he giggles sweetly, head tipped back, as if his entire being needed to translate the happiness in his heart.
“liar,” he grins, pecking your nose tenderly, “you should sleep.”
“but it’s valentine’s day.”
“isn’t it tomorrow?”
“it’s already past midnight,” you point out and he hums, licking his lips slowly. the gesture brings you to his mouth, and a tiktok you saw earlier crosses your mind. hyunjin spots the mischievous glint in your eyes before you speak.
“i saw a good valentine’s makeup earlier,” you say, pointer finger gently tracing the contours of his face. “want me to try it on you?”
“right now?”
“it’s easy, and you’re not sleepy.”
“but you are,” he pouts and you giggle, kissing his frown away— it dissolves like sugar in tea from your warmth.
“i wanna stay up with you. hold on,” you quickly leave the bed and hyunjin whines immediately, flailing his arms in the air as he calls out for you.
“i’ve literally–“ you words are muffled as he brings you to his chest immediately upon your return, “-being gone for five seconds.”
“five seconds too long,” he mumbles against your neck, you let out a strangled squeal. “baby i cant breathe,” you heave and he lets you go, eyebrows furrowed in worry as he cradles your face, moving it from left to right.
“are you okay? can you breathe fine? should i perform CPR?” he rambles dramatically, voice growing high-pitched with each frantic question. you dont have time to answer before he crashes his lips on yours, taking your breath away once again, for an entirely different reason.
“is the CPR working?” he whispers against your mouth, a cheeky smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“idiot,” you giggle, pulling away from him, painstakingly, your lips refusing to part from his.
“so,” you finally clear your throat, sitting crisscrossed atop the covers. he follows suit, your knees bumping into one another. “the valentine’s makeup is just kisses all over your face, with lipstick. it’s a trend on tiktok, we can film it too
” you trail out, fully aware of his aversion to trends on that app.
“sure.”
“just like that?”
“what my baby wants my baby gets,” he grins, “please proceed.”
“yes mr. hwang, thank you mr. hwang,” you snort, unscrewing the cap of your lipstick. you apply a coat of the vibrant red to your lips, making sure to go over your cupid bow. hyunjin’s eyes never leave your figure. he leans in to kiss you as soon as you’re done.
“not yet!” you yelp, avoiding his kiss and his eyes grow so wide they start to resemble a full moon.
“i didn’t know this trend had rules,” a frown takes over his face and you giggle, running your thumb softly over the curve of his eyebrows.
“patience, baby,” you set up your phone, pressing record before handing it to hyunjin. he grabs it from you, a string of complaints falling from his lips. “can we go back to you rejecting my kiss, i actually cant believe you did that, i think that’s against the law–“ a soft kiss lands on hyunjin’s lips and he closes his eyes promptly, sighing into your mouth in relief. he quiets down, any sight of (dramatic) discomfort gone from his face.
“there,” you smile, before pressing a kiss to his cheek, it is a lingering one, trickled with a smile that does not want to leave your face, nor hyunjin’s, who’s grinning like a fool at the camera, a glazed sheen coating his eyes. next is his temple, then his nose, the tender skin beneath his eyes and the high of his cheekbones. kiss after kiss after kiss, imprint after imprint after imprint.
it is not your first time kissing hyunjin, far from your last, but there are still giddy giggles escaping your lips, making your teeth clash against his skin, making his eyes turn to moon crescents, ones the sky must be secretly jealous of.
you place a fleeting kiss on his chin, moving upwards to the corner of his mouth, then finally, what your hearts have been aching for, his lips, sweet like sugar as they meet yours, waves of love crashing into one another. the kiss deepens, as your hand runs through his hair, and he suddenly drops the phone, no longer caring about filming.
he grabs your jaw, angling it closer so he’d press your lips onto yours more deeply, and yet the kiss remains as soft, perhaps because it isn’t stringed along by lust, but by a tenderness that only manifests at 1 a.m. when you refuse to sleep because it’ll lead you away from hyunjin.
“you look so cute,” you whisper, as you finally part, your hands finding his jaw instantly.
“thanks to you,” his voice is silky as it drapes across your soul. your eyes soften, your hold on his face faltering. he is yours to love, under the shining light and the dim one. yours.
“happy valentine’s day, my angel,” he tilts his head to bestow a tender kiss on your palm. “thank you for loving me today too.”
“no, thank you for being so easy to love.”
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lewisbian · 4 days
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LEWIS HAMILTON x RIMOWA
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iloveyouinred · 3 months
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Should have bought Oversize. | ft. Itto, Alhaitham, Kaeya
Asked by @coreakin-sakarat
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𓇬♡ | Warning: NSFW, heavy on size kink, etc.
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Alhaitham will be very careful. He knew his size is a bit.. over the standard. So he prepared you earnestly. Eating you out and fingering your cunt until it becomes a little bit too much. You think you have loosen up enough. And your mind is a mess already. You are begging him to put it in. To just fuck you here and now. And his pent up self doesn't really help with the face you were giving him.
Itto tried to deny your plea but seeing your lustful eyes, voice a little too desperate calling his name sweetly. Devoured by lust, he releases his throbbing length and rubs it on your labia. You choke on your own breath. A small gasp escaped your lips as you watched his true size pressing against your gaping hole.
“W-wait-” You chirp, nails pressing on his back. Scratching it as he pushes the thick length slowly. It's hardly in. Only the tips and few cm of the length and you already crying and mumbling ‘too big.. ‘s too much’ repeatedly like a prayer. Kaeya cooed at you and kissed your tears away. Singing you praises and trying to distract you by playing with your other part.
They will refrain themself from moving too much. Letting you adjust with his length, patience is key. He will train your body to handle his size. After all, if you can take him then no other man can pleasure you the way he did, right? When your soppy cunt becomes more relaxed and a little bit too wet from all your arousal, from him playing with other parts of your body, he slides in a little more easily. Although the thick length dragging along your wall leaves you gasping for breath. It's surely much better than not moving at all.
Once the entire length is in(it might be not for Itto part😞), with the tip pressing against your cervix nicely. He hummed in approval. Not moving just yet, the man will takes time. Strangely patience with the process, though you know how excited they are from the throbbing cock inside you.
Itto will be the first to lose the patience game and start pounding into you. He tried to be gentle, he swear. But he might be overcome with his own lust and drive you over the edge. You might be both in sitting position before, but once he loses his patience he will be grabbing your hips and moving your body to meet his thrust. You might want to hang your hand around his neck, mindlessly crying out his name. Babbling incoherent words when his ridiculously huge cock slamming into you, penetrating your inside with overwhelming pleasure. The size of it, which might have a rigged texture, hits your spots perfectly with a new feeling. This will also bring trouble because he could be one of the types who continue to swell. So once it's inside you won't be able to get it off. Not like you have the power left anyway. The way he hits your cervix will certainly make your mind go blank.
Alhaitham has a ridiculous amount of patience. He spent time working you up. Still playing with your breast. Leaving kisses and marks on it. Just about the right time when you call his name his hips snaps. You could be laying on your back one moment then being rolled to your stomach the next round. He loved watching your face twisted in overwhelming pleasure. Hanging by the thread to keep your sanity intact as he pounds the life out of you. But taking you from behind excites him also. For he could see your honest body language. Squirming under his touch. Your back arch back when his thrust went to the right spot. His hand is playing with your nipples while his mouth works on your back. Leaving love bites here and there. The aftermath of being fuck by Alhaitham, beside the limp(it implies to all the man here), you also will be left with a hell bunch of love bites which is hard to cover even if you wear a proper shirt.
Kaeya on the other hand is a tease. It's in his nature to leave you wanting him. Helplessly clinging to him when he play with your clit while still trying to pushing himself in and out your cunt. The stimulation is overwhelming. He might have been edging you for a while with his skillful hand. And with once or few thrusts you have come on his length.
“Easy there. You are quite an eager one, aren't you?” He will chuckle teasing you knowing damn well he is the one that make you come fairly quick with his hand playing around your body. While Alhaitham is focusing on training your body to accommodate his size and shape, Kaeya will toy around with you. Man know damn well he is big and he will fuck you mad. Then make you beg for it. He will be teasing you for annoyingly long enough but in the end he will fucked you mindless. Might be for his own pent up lust too. You will hear him degrading you and praise you in one second difference. Though every time he slammed his cock to your cervix your mind will become dumber and dumber.
Over all if you do get stuck, Kaeya will toy with you, making you move to get him off yourself only to slam you back in. The amount of back and forth in his play is crazy. Alhaitham will continue to fuck you(his reasoning is he will get smaller once he is finished, which leave you laying there trembling with his cum dripping down your hole). While Itto, honestly you will pass out first before he is done(from his stamina as an oni). Which you just realised he is stuck in you the whole night when you wake up the next day. And he will continue to fuck you until you are loose enough for him to pull out *sad Itto sound*.
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aphrogeneias · 4 months
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sitting on eddie's lap at the old picnic table as he goes through his deals. you try to look like an intimidating guard dog, but you're all smiles and giggles from the comments he makes in your ear. naĂŻve freshmen and senior jocks alike splutter at the sight of you, all pretty on the freak's lap as he shows you off, sitting up straighter, spreading his legs a little more. they can't see it, but his hand is dangerously high on your thigh, inching closer and closer to the soft cotton of your panties, fingers drumming an unheard melody on your skin. you keep smiling, he makes his sales, his fingers keep trailing up, up, up.
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clemnoir · 2 months
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what if i saved you from an akuma. AND we were both girls 

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shotorozu · 1 year
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katsuki absolutely hates it when he hears that specific ka-clank! when your hydroflask falls down. he absolutely hates it— the sound and all, how it disrupts his studying, how it makes him turn around and just glare.
for one— why can’t you just keep it someplace safe? and secondly— if you’re too lazy, at least buy those rubber bottoms for friction and as a sorta case.
but then he feels a little bad when he sees people accidentally knock it down— when he knocks it down, and sees an impending dent. he normally doesn’t give a shit, but maybe he does because it belongs to you.
after he knocks it down real bad this one time, you go down to the common room and see a brand new hydroflask with a card addressed to you specifically.
“don’t knock this one down, dumbass. this one isn’t much of a leaning tower like your last flask.” it read.
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dcangel · 3 months
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^stiles would be SUCH a whore for tits
especially after an awful week, he’s just looking forward to hanging out with you. he wasn’t expecting anything from you, as usual, but when you laid down while he was kissing you, tugging his shirt for him to get on top of you, he got the hint.
he knew you probably had something more planned for him, but stiles was just happy to be here with you, let alone lined up for a good night. his jean-clad hips were situated between your spread thighs, his hands respectfully at your waist despite what you had told him about wanting him in a not so respectful way.
one hand slid up your torso and briefly rested at the base of your neck before finding home in your hair, tugging gently at the roots.
his other hand gets a little more adventurous; sliding up your torso with his thumb hooked under the hem of your shirt. the fabric is brought up, slowly revealing a gorgeous black and red lace patterned bra, a small bow in the middle where the underwire of each cup met, and neat roses lining the top. stiles was too invested in your lips to notice, but when he felt the foreign texture beneath his calloused fingertips, he took a quick peek down.
you felt his lips detach from yours. stiles was staring down as the pretty article of clothing that really did nothing to hide your hardened nipples. his jaw hung agape, yet his lips were barely parted.
he’d never seen you in such clothing. sure, you’d worn patterned bras before, but you’ve never worn lingerie for him.
stiles swore he’s never seen something prettier, someone more angelic. the ineffable beauty of his girl took every word—every thought that didn’t contain you right out of his brain.
you broke him and it was obvious. you could nearly see the gears malfunctioning behind his eyes as he tried to process the alluring sight in front of him.
you watched as stiles’ eyes skimmed over the neatly threaded fabric and the skin underneath, not a single thought of even looking up at you yet. his large hands immediately cupping the doughy mounds, thumb smoothing over your pebbled nipple.
“you like it? I just got it last week, ’nd I was saving it for—well, was gonna save it for your birthday but you were having a bad week, so
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“you—it’s,” he blew an hefty breeze of air from his mouth as if he couldn’t believe his eyes, “I can’t believe you’d do this for me. I mean, you’re, like, so unbelievably gorgeous right now—no, I mean, you always are, but right now you’re
” brown eyes flickered up to yours briefly, but dropped back down like an invisible force was attracting them like a magnet.
smiling at his hyperactive mind that his mouth often struggled to keep up with, you brought his blushed face back down you yours, his swollen lips fervently meeting yours with esurience.
of course his hands never left your chest. long, slender fingers cupped and squished the soft, doughy mounds of flesh. he could not get over the way you looked in his favorite color. stiles’ appreciation for the color deepened along with the feeling of need.
and suddenly it was like stiles couldn’t scrape the image of fucking you, with nothing on your body except this little bra, out of his mind. it’s was as if he couldn’t imagine not having you like this whenever he wanted, and he knew you’d agree.
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yeonjune · 3 months
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(240125) Audience audibly gasping at the sight of Yeonjun
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