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bleach-your-panties · 4 months

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JJK Men: When You're Sleepy, But They're Horny🍒🎀

(a/n: i usually suck ass at headcanons but let's give this a whirl. characters aged 18+. nsfw mdni, sexual content. fem reader)

(characters: yuuji, megumi, nanami, toge, gojo)

dividers: glitter-graphics, @/cafekitsune

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Yuuji:

It's 9pm and you had just returned from a solo mission, finished your shower, hair routine, and climbed into bed. You hear the soft click of your room door opening and you know that it has to be none other than your boyfriend, Yuuji.

"Babe, are you still awake?" His soft voice whispers right beside your ear before he presses a kiss to the side of your head. You groan out something unintelligible and Yuuji's heart sinks a bit.

He's really hard and he was hoping that you might feel like 'playing' a little, but he also knows that you're probably really tired.

"I can feel you pouting, Yuu. Put it in my hand."

You stretch your palm out from under your covers and Yuuji is quickly shoving his pants down to free his hard dick.

"T-thank you, so much, cutie. Fuck, I love you!" He whimpers/whispers as you stroke him with your nice, warm fingers running all along his shaft.

He's so pent-up that it only takes a few rough tugs before he's spilling his seed into your hand.

"Promise to fuck you good when you wake up, baby. You're so good to me."

You were already snoring before he cleaned your hand off and left your room silently.

♥︎

Megumi:

You're curled up in bed with Megumi spooning while the two of you watch anime. You've finished nearly half the season in the last couple hours that you've been watching and now your eyes are drooping.

Megumi is still watching the TV but his eyes flit down to where your ass is pressed against his crotch. The sleep shorts you're wearing give him a perfect view of your thighs.

Being a semi-grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer, you have keen awareness and heightened senses, so you automatically feel Megumi's stone cold blue eyes boring into your back.

"What is it, Megara?" You yawn out, turning slightly to look at him over your shoulder. He rolls said eyes.

"Told you to stop calling me that."

He answers your question by rutting his hips forward and rubbing his hard-on against your ass.

"I'm tired, Megs. Here." You turn over halfway on to your stomach, fully presenting your ass to him and his eyes widen at the gap made by your thighs.

He sinks his dick into the makeshift hole and fucks it slowly, edging himself, until he feels his balls tighten and he's cumming into the opening.

A warm blush covers his cheeks but he dutifully grabs some wipes and cleans you off before kissing your head and pulling you into his chest.

♥︎

Nanami:

Kento is working another late shift and you just can't stay up waiting for him any longer.

You're quickly falling asleep in the armchair when the front door knob twists and he steps inside.

"Angel, are you asleep in the chair?"

"Mmm...Kento is that you?" You drawl with your head resting against the cushion. He chuckles at your cuteness.

"Yes, it's me, darling. Come on, let's get you to bed.

"Okay."

Once he's laid you on the bed, he can't help but begin to caress your smooth legs up to your thighs hidden beneath your nightgown.

His dick begins to strain against his dress pants but he looks up at your blissful face and dares not to ask you if you want to make love.

"Kento...what's wrong? Come on to bed, already."

"Do you mind if I eat you out, darling?"

Your heart swells ten times its size just knowing how much he cares for you.

"Mhmm, please..."

And he dives right in, sucking and licking you to Nirvana. It feels so good, your legs start shaking and you're cumming over his handsome face in record time.

Your orgasm completely knocks you out cold and he chuckles at your peaceful form before undressing to his boxers and climbing under the covers with you.

♥︎

Toge:

You're cuddled up in Toge's bed with him looking at memes and funny videos on his phone.

With a free day from classes, the two of you had been out all day exploring Tokyo and now you're absolutely exhausted.

You snuggle into his warm chest and inhale the scent of his laundry detergent. Toge kisses the top of your head, his lavender eyes then trailing down over your beautiful face....your lithe neck with the necklace he bought you for your birthday around it, and further down to your tits.

He softly inhales and wraps an arm around your back to press you further against him so he can feel your breasts squished against his hard chest.

You shuffle a bit in his hold and your sleepy eyes look up into his amethyst ones.

"Toge...?"

His dick is hard and swollen against his thigh, but you look so cute like this - he can't help but lean his head down to kiss each of your breasts.

"Sleep."

Your body can't do anything but obey.

That was probably the best sleep you'd gotten in a while.

♥︎

Gojo:

Satoru was away for the day on a field trip with his students and you decided to clean the entire house while he was away. You never had the time to do it when he was around because you'd either be holed up in the bedroom all day or pressed up against some random piece of furniture with him thrusting into you wildly.

When you finished the upstairs, you decided to go lie down and have a quick nap before he got back.

Hours later, you're still knocked out; the cleaning had really drained you more than you realized.

"Honeybun, I'm home and I brought you a souvenir!~"

Your joyful husband slams open the bedroom door with some shopping bags in tow.

The bags drop to the floor and he immediately hushes himself once he sees that you're asleep.

"Aww, look at my precious sleeping baby.." He slips off his blindfold, revealing his beautiful, crystalline blue eyes while he shreds himself of his work clothes and joins you in the bed.

The movements make you shift around a bit and then you feel warm breath over your neck and cheeks.

"Hm, Satoru.." Your hand tangles into his soft white locks while his lips press against the juncture between your neck and shoulder, leaving wet, hungry kisses on your sweet-scented skin.

"Missed you so much, sweetie...need to have you right now."

There was rarely a time when this man wasn't horny for you, but if you refused and wanted to just sleep, he wouldn't object. He knows that even though you're not a sorcerer you still have a life and things that keep you occupied when he's away.

You shift until you're lying completely on your back and Satoru is spreading your thighs with his knees. He pulls out his cock and begins stroking it until it's hard and leaking pre-cum.

"I love you.." He murmurs into your hair once he's sunken all eight inches inside your tight cunt.

Your eyes close instinctively, but he pats your cheek before gripping your chin in his rough grip.

"Look at me. I want to watch your pretty eyes while I fuck you back to sleep."

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i actually fell asleep while writing this loool. going back to sleep now, peace.

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mphountitled · 5 months

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omg hi pookie bear , hru ?

i’m going feral and have a request <\3 hmm what if anton hasn’t seen his gf in a few months because she stays in the states . they usually make sure to call and check in with each other every night but maybe for the last few days she hasn’t been responding too much but only because she’s flying to go surprise him ! so basically a bit of angst then fluff at the end loll (and a little smut if ur up to it 🤓👆🏾) .

also, can i be 🎀 anon ?!

Of course, my darling! Thank you for the lovely request, I literally had so much fun writing this omg.

𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 | 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐞

- Pairings: Anton Lee x Fem!Reader

- Warnings: Language, Established Relationship, Codependency, Angst, Jealousy, Relationship Paranoia, Possessiveness, Manipulation, Smut (+18, Minors DNI), Spitting, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Dry Humping, Unprotected Sex, Needy Sex

He wouldn't call himself obsessive.

That's not the correct word. Infatuation would probably best explain the tempest of emotions rattling through his brain when his phone rings, signaling a video call from you.

Sungchan's chest rises and falls with the extremities of their evening workout. He barely keeps himself toppling over when he and the rest of the group watch Anton lumber to his bag in large, quick steps

"Yo?" Sohee asks, anatomically defeated as he races to catch his breath.

"Carry on, without me," Anton throws over his hunched shoulder. He is cupping his phone with both hands when he enters one of the many bathrooms peppered throughout the gym, letting his feet guide him almost robotically into a stall while his finger swipes to answer the video call. At the sight of your relaxed smile, Anton exhales lightly.

He knew it's particularly bad to form dependant relationships, but he couldn't exactly help himself, can he? Your voice is just so light when you say, "Hi," and his is equally shy as he replies with his quiet "Hi yourself."

Anton can not help himself from being so incredibly infatuated. He's diving headfirst into codependency, but hey, at least he is aware.

At least he is aware that he would do quite literally anything for the girl in trapped in his phone, and you would do the same for him, therefore it is of no surprise at all when he airly says, "You're so pretty,"

His voice is barely above a whisper and his eyes are bright as he buries the lower half of his face in the comforting fleece of his black sweater. "Really pretty,"

An airy sort of chuckle escapes the confines of your lips, and Anton's pulse begins to race as he takes note of your tongue swiping over your bottom lip. "Anton, did you hear anything I just said?" If it weren't for the slight hesitation that pollutes the sound of your beautiful voice, Anton would've gladly kept staring at your lips. But his heart sinks imperceptibly as he gazes back at you apprehensively.

"Uh- no," he says, "I was too busy thinking about how excited I am for you to get here." The panic only begins to set when your smile wavers.

"Oh... about that-"

"No," he whispers, "Please don't do that-"

"My boss hasn't exactly cleared me for a vacation day-"

Anton is livid, but his voice remains stable. "We have spoken about this for 2 months!"

"You know how my boss can be," you reply, "He hasn't given me off, Anton. I have no one to cover my shift, I'm sorry!" You exclaim, as the dreaded guilt begins to trickle into your voice. Anton's eyes narrow, and he brings his phone closer. Temporarily ignoring his whirlwind of negative emotions, Anton instead skeptically asks, "Where are you?" That doesn't look like your bathroom."

Anton's heart only sinks lower into the pit of his stomach when he notices a quick hint of alarm flash through your eyes before you're pulling the camera back into a more intimate aspect ratio as you prattle on. "Yeah, I just decided to head to the movies to make myself feel better. Maybe you should do the same," your voice is tight and layered with anxiety as if you were... lying to him.

Anton cannot imagine why you would want to do that, least of all to him. He knew when you lied because you both did it together. On myriad occasions.

He made you call up your part-time job on multiple occasions, rubbing smoothe, encouraging circles on your belly while you feigned an illness just to spend more time with him.

In high school, you had both lied to each of your parents about 'studying together' when in actual fact, those 4 had been excuses to make out messily in your sheets. Exploring confusing emotions until a simmering heat flowed through the both of you while Anton's large hands began to pet over new, various spots on your body.

He had never been on the receiving end of your dishonesty, not even since he left the country. But here you are, evading eye contact, stuttering over your words and lying...

to him.

"How's the team workout been, big boy?" He notices with grave finality how quick you are to not only change the subject, but to weaponize a nickname that you knew would have him melting for you.

Is this what you have both become?

Was he seriously being manipulated?

Was he...

Perhaps...

Being cheated on?

The thought sent a wave of nausea threatening to spill out of his badly pursed lips, and perhaps you realize, from years of studying Anton's non verbal expressions, that he was thinking of something very grave and very bad.

"Hey, didn't you say you only had five minutes?" Your voice is like the tingling goosebumps left in the wake of your nails raking across his skin and he shivers slightly.

"Yeah," his voice, although characteristically quiet, is guarded and you frown, perhaps noticing that you have a lot of making up to do.

Anton suddenly, quite literally out of the blue, asks, "Remember when you said you went bra shopping the other day?

"Yeah?" You ask, completely oblivious to the darkened thoughts polluting your boyfriend's mind. You watch his eyes tare into yours as he monotonously asks.

"Are you wearing any of the new ones right now?"

"Anton, aren't you in the middle of-"

He immediately cuts in, voice impatient and snide, "They can carry on without me, it's fine."

It was petulant, but Anton needed to know you still belonged to him. He needed to know that high school wasn't some sick fever dream you could just swiftly move past as if it meant nothing. He needed to know that.

"Can I see?"

You curtly comply, and you look around before pushing yourself further into the stall. You both found yourselves on opposite end of a cellular line, both silent with the weight of your attraction to one another, keeping your eyes glued to the screen.

"Please?" He asks, in an airy voice, "for me?"

Anton knew from the strike of guilt in his chest that it was not a morally correct thing to do, but what else was there?

You would be away from him, indefinitely. He would have to spend another evening, another week, another month without your body to hold onto. Not to mention, the jealousy at this new hypothetical boyfriend still hung heavily on his shoulders.

Besides, Anton's guilt completely disappeared when you begrudgingly pulled the string of your halter neck down until the material was falling flmisily down your torso, exposing your chest to him. Anton released a wobbly breath while his hand almost immediately went to cover the bulge, forming in his oversized pants. "Oh god," he whispered.

It was so remarkably mesmerising watching your boyfriend slips so easily into desire. You knew he was angry and that made this part of the mission remarkably uncomfortable, but instead, you choose to focus on Anton's lumbering breathing through the screen of your phone. His large eyes hooded and locked onto your breasts, still very much covered by your white lace bra.

Although he cannot see anything besides cleavage, Anton reckons he could cum just from this. That's how bad he needs you, that's how bad he yearns for your soft, grounding presence to be near him.

But your phone chimes. And just as Anton's jaw locks, you exclaim, "Babe, I have to go-"

"What?" The frown on his face is astounding, but you're already propping your phone up to pull up the strings of your dress.

His protests fall on deaf ears.

You could not very well tell him that you have already touched down in Korea. You couldn't tell him the unrecognizable bathroom stall was a sterile cubicle in the international airport. You couldn't tell him that you were closer than he thought.

"My movie is gonna start soon,"

His shoulders visibly deflate and your heart pounds faster in your chest.

"Skip it,"

"I'll call later okay?"

"Skip the movie."

"I love you,"

When you abruptly ended the call, Anton stared at his screen until the dimness turned to black, with only one question permeating through his restless mind.

'Do you?'

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"You say you hear me," Sohee's voice reaches the rafters as the group of boys leave the gym. "You hear me, but do you feel me?"

"Gross," Anton mumbles, leaving Sohee behind.

"It's a simple question," The older boy continues, "at what point does water become soup?"

"When any reasonable amount of seasoning is added," pipes up Shotaro, adjusting the straps of his work out bag along his shoulder.

"Don't encourage him," Eunseok grumbles as they all walk out into the cool night air.

Anton's gaze is still lowered to the floor, but his breath stutters momentarily at the sudden rush of the open air.

"So salt water can be considered soup?" Sohee scoffs, "That's what you're telling me right now?" The group groans in unison, all beginning to walk like a hive mind to the nearest restaurant. All except Anton, who is quieter than usual, whose only plans for the evening consist of wallowing in self-pity.

"Hey, um, I'm just gonna go home," he says, causing the group of boys to stop in their tracks. Anton evade their curious, worried gazes.

"Not when you look like you're about kill yourself-" Shotaro says, attempting to step closer to Anton, but only frowning when the youngest takes a step back.

"That's okay," he attempts to reassure his friends, "There's a beat thats been..." Anton does vague hand gestures to the side of his head, "I wanna go work,"

He was already walking away, head bowed, and headphones pushed over his head, walking into the night before his friends could even get a word in...

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He could not describe his feelings as Jealousy. That somehow felt like to tame a word to describe the flurry of emotions hanging so heavily on Anton's face as he pushes the password into the door's keypad, before kicking his shoes off at the door.

Anger was certainly a part of it. The large monolith of emotions threating to burst right through him. He felt unpleasantly overstimulated, even in the silence of the apartment. He felt like anything and everything was threatening to have him burst at the seams, his emotions running along the rim of his usually calm and collected state of mind, ready to spill over and make a dreaded mess everywhere.

Anton's only plans for the night had been to lock himself in his dorm room, perhaps crying, perhaps screaming, perhaps knocking himself out for a couple hours with his prescription sleeping pills. Anything to make this horrific strain on his heart disappeared.

The baggy clothes he is accustomed to wearing somehow appear bigger and sloppier as he lumbers his way deeper into the apartment, heart sinking the more steps he takes.

"Oh look,"

Cold, piercing phantom pain zings through his heart, kickstarting every dormant sleepy cell in his body.

"A dinosaur,"

Anton thinks that he couldn't even move if he wanted to. His socks are glued to the threshold, watching you, or perhaps an apparition of you, laying lazily on his bed.

His bed.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself, and you watch with furrowed brows as Anton brings his two hands up to his face. You immediately push yourself off the bed when he begins to slap lightly at his cheeks, whispering incoherently about asylums and potentially getting a contact high.

His cheeks are already bright red when you stumble your way in front of him.

“Woah, Big boy,” your hands are on his wrist, effectively stopping Anton from reddening the skin any further.

He can feel you. He can feel the softness of your palms struggling to enclose around his large wrists.

“This is real,” he whispers, watching with wide, doe eyes as a smirk curls at the end of your lips. Before you can reply in whatever witty or snarky remark you had cooked up, Anton was already bending his head until his lips were crashing down to yours.

He very surprisingly, very uncharacteristically pours his strength into the kiss until you were stumbling back rather clumsily into his room.

Anton crumbles into a flurry moans and groans as he slips his tongue inside your mouth, melting into a whimpering puddle when your tongue brushes against his. “B-But when?” he breathes out before reattaching his lips to yours, letting his hands roam unabashedly over every part of your body it can find.

The infuriating need to breathe causes him to pull apart from you once again, but he never strays too far. Anton’s fingers dig into your sides until he's pulling your dress over your head. He wishes to capture every single inch of your exposed body to memory. The way you look up at him with a light, relieved smile curling at the sides of your puffy, red lips.

You're so much shorter than him, and it sends his brain into a mindless, state of lust. He loves how big he feels when you two are together, in the flesh with no digital box separating the two of you.

“H-How?” He breathes out, noting immediate that you are in the same white lace bra from your earlier phone call.

There is a cheeky smile on your face when you pull his oversized shirt over his head, all while he stares you down as if you hung the moon.

“I always keep my promises, Ant,”

His body betrays him with a rough shiver and he groans as you push him onto his bed, discarding his shirt behind you. As you prowl your way on top of him, Ant throws his head back into the sheets, nearly hyperventilating at the sight of you straddling his hips. You lift your torso, immediately discarding your bra, and Anton’s hand flies to cup your breasts. This, he immediately decides, is what heaven looks like.

“Fuck, you're so fucking pretty, you know that?” Anton rarely ever swore, so to hear the crass words coated in his airy, breathless voice is enough to have you moaning into the air, arching your back as you push his face into your chest while you press your core down onto his irresistible bulge.

“Oh God, Anton.”

“Missed you so much,’ he whines, before enclosing his mouth around your nipple, almost instinctively pushing his hips up to meet your desperate grinding. You were quite literally humping like maddened adolescents brimming with too many hormones to know what to do with.

When Anton feels his cock twitching in his pants, he immediately pulls away.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, “I need to be inside of you,” he admits gravely, already getting up to switch places until you were underneath his large and lumbering frame, “I don't think I'll last long,” Another grave admittance. He pushes his hand into his sweatpants, and you watch, mesmerized as he reveals his large, aching cock absolutely leaking precum.

“I'm definitely not gonna last long,” you reassure before eagerly opening your restless legs, “We're gonna cum together, yeah?” Anton squeezes his eyes shut before squeezing the base of his twitching dick. All while you slip your own underwear down.

“Yeah,” he agreed before positioning his cock at your weeping enterance.

You both watch mesmerized as his cock begins to stretch the tight walls of your soaked cunt. The stretch, immediately causing a whimper to slip out of your mouth as you throw your head back into the pillows. You're clenching around him, while Anton coaxes himself into you with shallow thrusts. The rutting being just enough to spill a wave of pleasure over the both of you. He watches you moan with wide, pained eyes.

“I know, baby-” He whisper, “You're doing so good for me, you know that?”

“Fuck, you're so big,” is all you're able to say, effectively causing his hips to stutter.

“F-Fuck I'm not gonna last long-”

Instead of repeating your response, you bring your hips up to meet Anton's thrusts effectively, taking him deeper and deeper until he was fucking you with little to no restraint.

“Oh God,” you whisper, as Anton clumsily brings a hand up to squeeze and pinch at your nipples. Not even a minute later and you're both sitting in the crest of your respective orgasms, looking deep into each other's eyes as if you were communicating that fact. Anton nods, completely dazed.

“Close,” he whimpers, “I'm so fucking close,”

Anton bends his head, spitting directly onto your clit. The sight has your hips stuttering, as the first signs of your orgasm warms your lower abdomen.

“F-Fuck, Ant- I'm-”

The moment his hand travels to rub dizzying wet circles on your clit, you crash into your orgasm.

“Oh fuck- oh fuck-” He fights to keep his eyes open but your squeezing him so hard and Anton can't help but cum directly inside of you. Both your lips are hanging open as your boyfriend attempts to fuck every last drop of his seed into you. You're both releasing months worth of frustration.

The frustration of not being near one another. Of relying on a device to keep your relationship afloat. It all comes crashing down until Anton's is thoughtlessly collapsing on top of you - the weight of a giant landing your front, with his hand playing lazily, wiyh your breasts as you both fight to catch your breathe.

Despite the obvious discomfort, the very last thing you think of doing is pushing him away. Instead, you cradle him closer, raking your fingers into his hair while his eyes flutter shut.

All is quiet, and you vaguely believe Anton may have fallen asleep, but his voice is wide awake as he says, “I thought you were cheating on me.”

You remain quiet, hoping the soft petting on his wild curls was reply enough.

“I'm never letting you go back, okay?”

Your eyes are heavy as you continue to smooothe down his hair, and you whisper, “Okay”.

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currently-reading-a-book · 30 days

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Faux Love, Real Hearts

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Spencer must pose as a couple for a mission. However, one question remains: why does he keep calling you 'love'?

Genre: smut

Warning: talking about a criminal case, making out, fake dating (let me know if I forgot something)

Word Count: 882 words

A/N: As always, any criticism is very welcome. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. English is not my first language.

Anyway, enjoy :)

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You blushed yesterday, you blushed today and you most definitely will blush tomorrow. You simply will never get used to his soft voice whispering: “Sorry, love.”

As he calmly brushes past you. You will never get used to his rough hands brushing against your skin from time to time. You will never get used to his soft backrubs or his light kisses against your forehead. Perhaps it’s better this way. If you’re used to his permanent presence your heart would break into two when this mission ends. When all of this ends. Every day you’re hoping that the mission is continued another day, just to be with him. And for a certain time, it did work; until it didn’t anymore.

For more than a year, you have been working in the Behavioral Unit (BAU) department of the FBI. As an aspiring Agent, you are willing to do anything to save people. The team welcomed you warmly, always helping you where they could since you were the youngest member. You feel safe because you know they will always have your back. Yet nothing could have prepared you for your latest mission. The mission where you and Spencer had to fake a romantic relationship. Spencer was a good boyfriend; a fake one sadly.

This unsub is targeting young couples, so the team decided you and Spencer would be the best ones to fit his victimology. Quickly you move into a fake house that isn’t yours; drive a fake car and act like a fake couple deeply in love with each other.

“Are you ready to go to bed, darling?”, shouted Spencer down from your shared bedroom.

It was a comfortable room with a carpeted floor and a large king-size bed. Oh, how you loved this bed; nevertheless, nothing compares to sleeping beside Spencer. Your sleep quality improving enormously. Maybe Spencer has to do with it...

Without answering you went up, already in your pyjamas ready to get a good night’s sleep in. Today you search through lots of recordings in hopes of finding a lead in the case; Spencer of course helping you, but how could anybody read faster than Reid himself? You collapse onto the bed, feeling utterly exhausted. The slender nerdy boy, with his thick-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, is deeply engrossed in his book. Every now and then, he looks up from his reading, his bright eyes shining with a gentle smile that warms your heart.

“You must be absolutely tired, love.”

“God, yeah,” you laugh awkwardly. A strange silence surrounded them.

“Come here,” he opened his arms gesturing her to come closer.

She found herself in a state of confusion, uncertain of what to do next. As she lay there, she couldn't help but feel drawn towards Reid's comforting presence. She knew that cuddling with him would be unprofessional, but his warm embrace felt like a safe haven that she longed to be in. The conflicting thoughts in her mind left her feeling torn and indecisive, so she stayed where she was.

Since she didn’t come closer, he decided to drew closer to her. His hot breath tickled her neck as he whispered against her ears sending shivers down her spine: "You know we have to act like a real couple, you want to catch this unsub, don’t you?”

She gulped silently. Of course, she wanted to catch this motherfucker who’s been killing around D.C., however, all she could think right now was how close Spencer was and how his hot breath felt amazing against her neck.

“Spencer…,” was the only thing she could whisper back.

His hands grip her waist lovingly, bringing her closer to him.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he murmured against her hair, kissing the top of her head softly.

Another gulp. Feeling hot all over her body, you tried to think a straight thought, but how can you think rationally when a hot FBI agent's body is nearly pressed against yours? Particularly Spencers hot body.

“Kiss me, Spencer.”

Without a second of hesitation, he crashed his lips against yours. Like a starved man, his kiss was impatient and rough, in contrast to the delicate touch of his hands all over your body. You could feel his warm big hands exploring every inch of your body. Oh, how good it felt.

“Fuck, I wanted to do this since day one,” he cursed against your lips before softly biting them. His tongue teased your lips, wanting to enter your mouth. Gently you open your lips and your and his tongue dance together. His soft lips moved their way down to your jaw, then your neck where they stayed for a bit, nibbling at your flesh. You reached for his curls, gripping them which he responded with a moan.

“If I had to act like this stupid fake couple thing again I would absolutely, do it, just to taste your sweet lips, love.” He smiled against your neck.

“Wait,” you pushed him a bit away from you, “you don’t enjoy this fake dating?”

He took a deep breath. Panic started washing over you. Of course, he wouldn't like your back, what do you think?

"No". His angelic voice brought you back from your negative thoughts: “I would like more if we were dating real.”

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celestialwhoree · 2 months

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I'm sorry but I just know that Price has a breeding kink🥴

mdni 🎀 nsfw below the cut

Price has always, despite his situation, considered himself a family man, and with not only the added financial benefits of being boosted up to the SAS, but also the flexibility of being a captain, there's a yearning for something to come home to. So, when he finally marries someone that makes coming home more anticipatory than leaving in the first place, he can't help but finally feel fulfilled. Almost.

There's something missing though. Something that he can't help but yearn for. He's seen the way his fellow soldiers look at their partners with babies slung on their hips or bellies swollen with pregnancy, and he can't help but feel so selfishly jealous. He knows he shouldn't, knows that he should feel grateful for all of the goodness that she's bought into his life, that he's got the privilege of coming home alive, let alone alive, and to a beautiful woman willing to sink down on her knees for him and worship his cock like he's more god than mere man. Despite this, he wants more, and always finds himself feeling like Icarus inching that much closer to the sun with every good thing he gets.

"I want a baby." He growls into your ear whilst his cock is buried to the hilt inside your slick cunt, fingers interlocked and his baby blues burning vehemently into your own. He's long stilled his thrusts to capture your attention, and by the way your tits bob slightly with the movement of a deep inhale pulled in and held, followed by a little ragged puff of air back into his face, he can tell that you're listening. "You want a baby?" The waver in your voice doesn't go unnoticed by either of you, the almost imperceptible squeeze of your fingers around Johns igniting a spark of hope in his long thawed heart. "I want a baby. With you."

"Now?"

"Now."

"What about your work?"

"I've already sorted it."

John sees the way your brain short circuits at not only his words, but also the encouragingly slow snap of his hips as he thrusts up against your cervix, the hair of his chest brushing against your already sensitive nipples as he keeps at his languorous pace, waiting for you to give him an answer before he stuffs you full of his cum and doesn't let you get up through fear of potentially wasting even a drop of his seed.

"Please, darling. Fuck." He grunts as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes glossed over as you zone out, imagining a future with you and the man you love, and your children - child, even - maybe a dog for good measure. "You're sure you're ready?" You whisper, feeling the distinct prickling of tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. "S' all I want."

"Okay."

And with that, John's warm hand settles at the back of your neck, fingers curling into the roots of your hair whilst his free arm supports his position over you. Every time the weeping tip of his cock slams up into the plug of your womb and leaves your eyes rolling shut, he yanks gently on your hair, just enough to jerk your head back to look at his almost animal expression, growling about how he wants to look his wife in the eye when he fucks her full of his kids. He's entirely merciless as he spears you open on his cock, hitting the spot that makes your walls flutter desperately around him with every thrust, huffing in your ear when you drag your nails down his back at the mention of how fucking sexy you'll look all soft and swollen with his baby. You both know he won't be stopping at one.

You cum almost shamefully around his cock when he grabs a handful of the plush flesh of your boobs, dropping kisses down the column of your neck until his nose rests against your collarbone, keening out from both the physical and mental overstimulation. John rides you through it, leaving his tip brushing against your cervix as he finishes himself, before rolling you over with his cock still plugged inside, not wasting any of his cum as you lay there panting on his chest whilst his lips press to the top of your head before whispering in your ear:

"So I was thinking green for the nursery?"

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ

quick lil something because I literally have no ideas of what to write oops 🤭

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v3nusstardust · 4 months

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“Naturally beautiful.”💌

Pairing : Niki Nishimura x you🎀

Genre : fluff:3 lowk sad thoooo.. 🫦

Warnings : mentions of overthinking and anxiety

11:38 pm

You got home absolutely exhausted from work. You honestly felt like you couldn’t even walk. The lingering stress from managing a short-staffed shift gnawed at you. You had a small anxiety attack in your car earlier which added onto the stress and made you extremely exhausted. You were so busy you didn’t get to tell Niki, your boyfriend, about anything. You knew he sent you lots of heart warming messages and voicemails, but you couldn’t even look at your phone. Your eyes felt drowsy and your body desperately needed sleep.

Walking to yours and Niki’s room, you could hear the distant hum of your tv. You assumed he was probably awake. You opened the door, but to your surprise your boyfriend was asleep and cocooned in the embrace of one of your hoodies. He was cuddling your hoodie.. the sight made you feel so warm inside. You didn’t even bother taking off your makeup or even changing out of your work uniform. You knew you probably smelled a bit musty, but you were so tired you probably couldn’t even stay awake in the shower.

You climbed on the bed and nestled up next to Niki. His tousled hair, plump lips, and sweeping lashes made him look ethereal. He was probably awake about 30 minutes ago because his hair was a bit damp and wet. The smell of his minty shampoo comforted you. You grabbed his hand and caressed his palms, and soon enough you were asleep.

2:25 am

Something cold. Extremely cold, but soothing caressed your face. Your eye lashes fluttered open slowly. A soft hum escaped your lips as you woke up. Fully opening your eyes, you saw Niki kneeling beside you with a soft look in his eyes.

“Shh…Shh” Niki’s gentle voice whispered. “Ni…ki?” You murmured. “Yes love, I’m here.” He caressed your lips with his thumb before placing a peck to your soft lips. Blinking away the remnants of slumber, you inquired, your voice husky, "What are you doing?" . “I’m taking off your makeup darling. You forgot to and I know how you’re always talking about how you need to take it off before you go to bed .” He explained as he pulled out a makeup wipe from the blue packaging.

Grateful for his warmth, you managed a small smile, feeling the lingering fatigue. Not wanting to disrupt the serene moment, you whispered a heartfelt, "Thank you," as Niki continued to softly wipe off your makeup. “Your lashes are still on my love. That’s a really good lash glue.” He laughed softly. You laid there with your eyes closed, enveloped in exhaustion.

“I’m assuming.. work went rough yesterday?” He asked as he removed your necklace and earrings. “It was…. Terrible” you groaned in response. “I know how overwhelmed you get y/n. You worried me because you weren’t responding to my texts.” He sighed with a hint of hurt in his voice. He put down the makeup wiped on your night stand and walked over to your jewelry box to put away your necklace and earrings.

Amidst the moment, You felt a pang of guilt. You were the worst girlfriend ever. Hearing the pain in his voice killed you. Here he was, pampering you and showing you love and affection and you wouldn’t even text him back during your shift. Your thoughts began to overflow and it was overwhelming you. You’ve always had a bad problem with your anxiety. Though Niki and you had been together for about 4 months, he already knew you so well. Your body language told him everything. Your jaw clenched, your shoulders tightened and you started hastily inhaling and exhaling. Niki quickly looked back at you and concern filled his face. “Are you okay?” He asked, walking back over to you. Your lips began to curve into a pout and tears started to fall down your cheeks. You covered your face, you hated how ugly you looked when you cried. Niki knew why you were crying without even asking. He didn’t need an explanation because he knew you so well.

Without any words, Niki climbed onto the bed and cuddled up next to you. Your face nestled into the warmth of his chest, tears leaving stains on his shirt, yet he didn't seem to mind. "Y/n, you're the best I could ever ask for, my love. I'm so sorry that work was stressful for you, but I'm always going to be here for you. I understand you didn't respond because you were busy. I'm not mad at all," he whispered tenderly into your ear, his fingers gently caressing your hair. Attempting to lift your chin to meet his gaze, "Look at me, darling."

“No. I hate how I look when I cry.” Your words muffled into his shirt. “ don’t say that, You’re naturally beautiful .Look at me pretty girl.” He insisted softly. His hand cupped your chin and you were face to face with him. You looked at him with glistening lashes and tear stained flushed cheeks. The sincerity in his eyes reassured you. "I'm here to hold you through the storms, y/n. You don't have to face it all alone," Niki reassured, his words a soothed your every nerve. “I love you.” He whispered as he kissed your forehead. “So much..” he added, pecking your cheek. You felt so vulnerable in his arms. “I love you too.” You softly pecked him on the lips.

“Fall asleep here with me. I want to hold you so you feel safe even in your sleep.” Niki said in a warm loving tone. You listened to his heartbeat and eventually comfortably fell back to sleep in his arms.

( A/n : holy shit dude I gotta go to sleep…I have a soccer game in the morning and my ass if over here writing fucking fan fics 🗿 anyway enjoy 😼)

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lix-ables · 1 year

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🎀 skz as boyfriends ( nsfw ver. ) ... 🩰

🎀 smut includes, kissing, oral fixation, slight hair pulling and choking, nipple play (reader has nipple piercings in chan's part.), use of toys : dildos and buttplugs, m and f receiving — blowjobs, handjobs, fingering, eating out, etc., edging, marking and light biting if you squint, thigh riding, groping, mentions of unprotective sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ) happy reading ‹33

masterlist | do not repost or translate | words : 2519. ©︎ lix-ables

꒰ 💌 ꒱ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 … y’all are literally all over each other when you open the door for him, grabbing and pulling at each other’s clothes, before somehow ending up on the couch. his hands reaching for your sweats, pulling at them, while your fingers worked on removing his shirt. with chan standing next to you, as you lay on the couch, his fingers pull up your shirt, motioning for you to hold them up to your chin, and they later make their way to your nipples, tugging at the buds and playing with the piercings attached to them, enough to have you moan in protest once, before letting his fingers slip into your panties, his index finger rubbing the slit of your cunt, while his thumb rubbed circles at your clit, having you breathless in just a few seconds of him being there.

your fingers, meanwhile get busy, managing to get his dick out of his own sweats, curling around the length, your thumb staying at the tip just to get him to buck his hips into your palm once, and you smile, letting out a hum in response to the way his fingers made their way into you. “you tease,” chan chuckles, when he feels himself getting harder in your palm, making faster movements to your clit with his thumb, his free hand reaching to tug your piercing just once, a whimper out of you satisfies him before continuing to finger you, faster this time. “hmm, tight already, huh? that eager to have me fuck you? patience baby, yeah?”

꒰ 💌 ꒱ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 … with minho, it’s easy to go from cuddling to grinding against his thigh to the point where he has to stop you, and remind you of how desperate you’re getting. “easy, kitten. easy. we have the whole afternoon ahead of us, hm? nice and slow,” he whispers, before guiding your hips just enough for you to let out a needy whine, which makes him caress your jaw before having his index and middle finger past your lips, his fingers resting on the flat of your tongue. “you just always need something in that mouth of yours, don’t you?” he smirks, before dragging his fingers out in a slow motion, almost pulling them out of your mouth, before pushing them back, but this time, letting your tongue swirl around his fingers as he watches you stare at him – stare at the way his lips part just a bit, like he guiding you even while you suck on his fingers. “i didn’t tell you to stop,” he tilts his head, tapping at the side of your thigh to get you to continue the task at hand. “remember, nice and slow.”

while his fingers are in your mouth and his other hand guides you against his thigh, letting you grind against it, his muscles clench every once in a while, almost getting a whine out of you again, but his fingers stop you. “you make a sound, and you get nothing, okay?” minho smiles once more, before speaking, “you just need to remember two things, darling. no sounds, and go slow, hm? or i’m just going to leave you here, untouched and edged. we don’t want that do we?”

꒰ 💌 ꒱ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 … be it early morning ‘cravings’ or late afternoon fun, changbin always makes it a point to mark you up, whenever he gets the chance. with your face down on the pillow, looking sideways, and his fingers curling around the nape of your neck, his other hand gets slightly busy, stroking his dick before he can tease you just enough with it, and later gripping onto the headboard in front of you – his intentions are pure of course, because he feels you look way too pretty asking and begging for him to just fuck you. and when you feel him push into you, just to thrust in rough, he pulls himself out, with a smile on his lips. “i feel like you need to be marked too, hm? be good for me, and be loud okay?”

the fingers around your neck get tighter, making you mewl at how good it's making you feel, whispers of ‘yes, fuck’ leaving your lips as changbin once again thrusts into you, this time staying there for a good ten seconds, before bucking his hips into you, as he leans forward, pressing soft kisses to your skin, before his lips part, leaving open mouth kisses to your shoulder blade. he continues to have his fingers at the nape of your neck, nibbling at your skin, making you squirm under him, before he pulls out, stroking his dick, a groan leaving his throat. “you’re going to let me cum on your back, babe?”

꒰ 💌 ꒱ 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 … hyunjin’s hands rest on either side of your thigh, pulling you closer every time you smile at him and pull away as you’re kissing, and you both end up laughing, before he pulls you close, his fingers on the underside of your ass, squeezing it just a little. “stay still, jeez baby –” he laughs against your lips making you smile. his fingers move from being under your ass to slipping under your shirt and linger a bit at your back, where he can feel the material of your bra, his swift motions letting him unclasp the hooks as you gasp lightly against him, your fingers themselves leaving the boy under you, to remove your shirt completely, and hyunjin does the same. within no time, he has you naked while he’s still in the sweats he’s been wearing since the morning when he stayed over at your apartment – you sigh and lean into him when you feel his fingers make their way to tease your clit, as your fingers reach to slip into his sweats to stroke him.

“fuck,” hyunjin mumbles when you start teasing the tip, and then stroking all the way to the base of his length, as you continue humming at the movement of his fingers, leaving kisses at the base of his bare neck when you come in contact with it, before he pulls away from you, his fingers still touching you just the way you want it. “my turn tonight,” he whispers as he moves back slowly, just to be face-to-face with your clit, and his fingers rest back on the side of your thighs, slowly making their way to grab your waist, before finally settling on your tits. your hands are clutching tight on the sheets under you, letting out a sigh as he starts licking up your clit, sucking on it as your fingers reach to grab onto his hair, earning a small grunt from him before you start grinding against his face, your hips bucking at the pleasure and you feel his hands move to pinch a nipple. “that’s it baby, let go for me, yeah?”

꒰ 💌 ꒱ 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 … again, like minho, what starts off as an innocent cuddling session as you’re on the couch watching a movie that’s been on for who knows how long now, before your hand accidentally brushes against his bulge when he lets out a frustrated sigh. “baby –” you hear him say against your hair, his breathing is heavy now, you realize and you smile to yourself, deciding to tease him some more. “ji, do you think…” you start, turning back to look at him, this time purposely resting your fingers lightly on his already-formed bulge. “y/n…” before anything more could leave his lips, you’re fast on your feet, already moving and shifting to kneel down in front of him – ready to spread his legs slightly apart, enough to have you seated between them with your hands on his thighs. “what do you think you’re doing?” jisung hums, watching you with intent eyes. “helping you,” you roll your eyes at his question, making him lean forward, his fingers wrapped around the back of your neck to pull you even closer. “roll your eyes at me again, and you can sit there on the floor the whole duration. you just need something in your mouth don’t you?”

“i told you! i just want to help you,” you whine, and before you knew it, jisung’s fingers tangle themselves in your hair, and his dick is slipping in and out of your mouth, your lips wrapped around the tip as you tease him just to make him groan and tug your hair in response, holding you in place, stopping you from just teasing him – his fingers are occupied in your hair, playing with it, while your hands wrap around the base, cupping the balls once, before having him back in your mouth, your eyes closing at the way he’s tugging on your hair once in a while. “shh, you wanted this, babe,” jisung coos when you whine at the feeling of his dick hitting the back of your throat once.

꒰ 💌 ꒱ 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 … with felix, somehow it always ends up playful – with him cooking up some dinner and you watch him, sitting on a stool next to him, and he leaves kisses on your head or just a peck on your lips making you smile, until one night, it just turned out to be lazy and even more fun. while ordering some takeout, felix distracts you by sucking marks onto your shoulder blade, making the strap of the tank top slip down, exposing your tit to him, and he takes this opportunity to play with your nipple, making you lean against him and sigh in response, your fingers shaking as you place your phone down, letting him have his way with you. “so pretty,” felix mumbles, pressing a last kiss to your neck before standing up and dragging you to the bedroom, laying you on the sheets, his fingers fast to take off your shorts, leaving you only in your panties, his fingers slipping past them to rub at your clit slowly, before moving faster and faster by the second.

“so good for me, aren’t you? it doesn’t take you time to get this wet hm?” you whine at his words, grinding up against his palm that now rests on your cunt, his motions aren’t stopping at all. felix settles down next to you, helping you lean your back against him, lifting your leg and placing it on his lap for better access to your core, while his free hand makes its way back to your tits, playing with your nipples. “think you can come at least twice before the food gets here?” you nod, your eyes closing as you let yourself grind up against his palm and fingers, when he leans to your face, pressing kisses to your hair, whispering how good you’re being for him. listening to the way you were breathing, his pace quickens, and you’re ready to grind against him quicker than before, your thighs wrapping around his hand, and felix smiles at the movement, when the doorbell rings, felix pulls away from you, his hand leaving your clit and you whine in frustration. you watch felix bring his fingers to his lips, licking up the remains before standing up and heading to the door, your lips apart like you didn’t want to believe that the doorbell interrupted your orgasm. “takeout,” felix smiles, like nothing ever happened, and walks out, leaving you there – confused and edged.

꒰ 💌 ꒱ 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 … with seungmin, it's always something new – and this time, it was your toy. the moment found out about the dildo in the drawer of your bedroom, he’s distracted by it. “so my dick isn’t enough for you that you have this thing in your room?” he raises an eyebrow at you, his fingers touching the dildo, fidgeting with it. “oh come on, minnie, i had it since way before when i first met you,” you sigh in his direction, watching him toy with it before he picks it up in his hand, and looks at you. “i need your clothes off, doll,” he smiles – like he had something in mind like he was thinking about something for too long before spitting it out. “w-what?” “hmm, you heard me. those sweats and your panties - off.” being confused, you stand up, shimmying out of them, watching seungmin pat the bed, and you crawl towards him.

the next thing you knew, his fingers are inside you, the dildo in hand, ready to be used, as you mewl and clench around his fingers, before he removes his hand away from you, wrapping his fingers around the dildo, letting it near your slit, pushing it in slowly, and lets you get used to it. “too quick baby,” he chuckles, when your pussy clenches around the toy already, your fingers gripping onto the sheets under you, as seungmin’s palm presses against your stomach, holding you down. “tell me what you do next,” he whispers to you, watching you grind up against it a little, your toes curling at the teasing. “show me. we have all night, doll.”

꒰ 💌 ꒱ 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 … like seungmin, jeongin likes to explore. so tonight, he’s convinced you – with giggling and in all playfulness – why he bought a butt plug, and never used it. until you. which is what leaves you in your current position – laid across his knees, with a blue silicone butt plug pushed up your ass with the help of some lube he’d purchased earlier and of course his fingers before you got comfortable, while his fingers were in your pussy, his thumb working on rubbing patterns to your clit.

“how does it feel?” jeongin mumbles, his free hand on your buttcheek, smoothening the skin, while he works his way into your pussy, his fingers pushing in and out, feeling you clench your walls around his fingers. “hmm, it’s good. dunno how i feel though,” you moan out, and his fingers stop moving inside you but are still buried inside. “do you want me to take it out of you, peach?” he whispers, using the pet name he used to call you by the first time you started dating. “uh-huh,” you whine, clenching your sphincter muscles a little and breathing deeply, before answering again. “feels kinda weird, but i’ll get used to it,” you reassure him. “we can get it out, babe. i won’t be mad, i swear.” he smiles, chuckling at the way you wiggle your ass at him, as he slides it out of you gently, while holding the base, and you breathe in slowly. you turn around to face him, as he looks down at you, your fingers finding his and you guide them back to your clit, making him stare. “i’m fine, really,” you grind up against him once when you see the concern on his face. “just don’t leave me edged, please. i needed this,” you whine in protest before he starts rubbing your clit again, and you grab onto his shirt, pressing yourself up against him as he lets you guide your other hand through your orgasm.

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cherry-rawr · 10 months

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could you maybe write about sleepy sex with dom!Bill? (Tokio hotel)

Of course hun💋

it's my first time writing, sorry for any mistake🎀

Sleepy sex with Bill🖤

WARNINGS:Sexual content, mutual masturbation, somnophilia (kinda)

It was a cozy night.

Me and Bill were in our shared room.

He had his arms around my waist as he hugged me sleeping peacefully.

I was tired but I felt turned on, Bill was sleeping so peacefully and I didn't want to wake him up, but at the same time his gentle breath on my neck was only making me more aroused.

I turned around as he still had his arms around my waist, I looked at his gorgeous face in the faint moolight while he slept, he didn't have his usual bold make up on and that made me smile slightly.

He looked so relaxed and I sighed lowly as I got closer to him burying my face in his chest inhaling his gentle and faint perfume.

I exhaled shakily as he unconsciously put his knee between my legs right against my crotch.

I only had my underwear and a big shirt on so the contact made me shiver a bit and blush.

I grinded myself gently against Bill's knee as he slept, I felt kind of ashamed of doing this as my boyfriend slept unconscious.

I heard Bill groan gently as he opened a bit his eyes, he looked at me as I looked back at him like nothing happened.

"Are you okay schatzi..?" he spoke sleepily as he saw I was awake.

I blushed and buried my head in his chest, I felt his arms wrapped around my waist as he kissed the top of my head.

I whined lowly and he was now worried, he asked me again "is everything okay Meine schatz?" he asked sounding still sleepyq but concerned.

I mumbled something against his chest, he pulled away a little as I looked at him in the eyes.

"What did you say liebe?" he asked now more serious, I took a deep breath.

"'m sorry darling, I just need you right now, but I didn't wanna wake you up..." I said feeling guilty as I looked at his arm rested on my hip.

He chuckled lowly and kissed my forehead.

"Honey you don't have to feel guilty, it's okay, do you need help?" he asked gently.

I nodded my head frantically as I blushed feeling his fingers playing with the hem of my underwear.

He, in one swift move, slid down my panties and I instinctively closed my legs, he gently forced them open and placed his hand between them, I exhaled gently as I felt his hand against my bare core.

His thumb gently rolled circles on my clit making me whimper lowly as I gripped at his bicep as he did so.

He hummed sleepily as his thumb kept torturing my clit, my toes curled and my grip on his shoulders hardened as I moaned softly against his chest.

I could feel his smile even without seeing his face, his thumb skillfully circled my clit as my thights pressed harder together closing his hand inside them making me moan even louder as he pressed harder his thumb against my clit.

I huffed heavily feeling close as he whispered praises sleepily "Meine liebling, my sweet princess...so perfect for me" he whispered against my head as he could feel my core throbbing.

My moans were muffled against his chest as I came, my legs were shaking and my nails digging in his shoulders.

"Thank you my love..." I said between pants as I kissed him gently, he had his eyes closed but a small smile on his face as he mouthed me "You're welcome".

I smiled and saw that he was hard by now, I looked at him as he opened his eyes and groaned in frustration.

"'M too tired to take care of that..." he said groggily making me giggle as my hand reached down to palm him through his pants.

He exhaled softly and looked at me dizzily, I looked at him asking for permission to keep going.

He nodded and guided my hand inside his sweatpants right on his crotch covered by his underwear, he sighed and helped me palm his through his underpants.

He moaned lowly and bucked his hips against my hand, he was basically fucking my hand.

I followed his lead as I put my hand inside his underwear and stroked his length, he moaned and bucked his hips against my hand faster as he huffed out praises "You're doing so good, thank you my sweetheart" he moaned lowly as my thumb run against his slick tip.

I could feel him twitch in my hand meaning he was close, I fastened my movements as he moaned loudly and shakily.

He finally came on my hand whimpering.

We both laid there as I didn't bother cleaning up and just retrieved my hand from his pants and lazily cleaned it against a random paper tissue and as I finished Bill already fell asleep again.

I smiled and giggled as I kissed the tip of his nose and hugged him falling asleep with him.

#bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz x reader #smutshot #bill kaulitz x reader smut #bill kaulitz x you

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mizuseyebrows · 2 months

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I want you to shiver —mizu x m!reader

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY Y'ALL 🎀🩷

warning: nsfw. mdni. not proofread. she/her pronouns for mizu. handjob, fingering, penetration (just mentioned). hickeys, bites, praises. devoted sex?

includes: bttm!m!reader. amab!reader. top!mizu. not plot just sex. word count: 3k

summary: you and mizu are staying at a hotel and you're freezing out, so she decides to warm you up.

You and Mizu were staying in an old hotel in the hellish cold beginning of the winter. You had to stop to rest because the snowstorm had defeated you, but not Mizu, who seemed to be used to such low temperatures.

Mizu had stayed seated, you were resting wrapped up, while she studied the patterns on the blade of her katana. She glanced at you over her right shoulder as she listened to the shivering and chattering of your teeth.

She left the katana on the floor, very close to the futon, and approached you, cooing at you. She hugged you tightly around the waist to make you lie on your side so she could be able to kiss your forehead in that position.

Her hand went down your black haori until it reached its end. Your body jumped when you felt her palm on your belly making circular movements.

“Shhh…” She mumbled, closing her eyes.

You sighed shakily, from the cold and from feeling Mizu’s hand against your stomach. “H-How do you manage to stay so warm?” You stammered, clutching your hands at her blue haori.

“I learned to ignore the cold.” She whispered. Moved her hand lower, tracing with one finger, rubbing over your skin. She nuzzled her face on your shoulder, her lips pressing gently on your neck.

“I-I should have gue-guessed from the cold b-baths you take.” You giggled, still shivering violently from the cold seeping into your bones.

She laughed. Her fingers trailed lower and lower. She stopped herself before she went too low, instead running her hands up your back. She kissed you lightly on the neck.

“Shhh… shhh…” she whispered, nuzzling her cheek against your shoulder again.

“Gods… how c-come you’re not cold, dammit?” Your voice shook again as you undid Mizu’s hair bun to tangle your fingers in it.

“Because you’re keeping me warm, love.” She smiled, gently stroking your hip. “Shhh… it’s okay..” she whispered. “Relax… relax.”

You laughed and blushed. You felt a strong chill, but couldn’t tell if it was because of the cold or because of Mizu’s words. “Alright…”

“Hmm…” she hummed quietly, stroking your hip bones with her nails. “Close your eyes, my dear.” She leaned more on you, making you lie on your back, nibbling the crook of your neck.

You nodded softly and closed your eyes, stroking her hair gently. You tried to breathe deeply to relax and forget about the cold even a little.

“Good…” she whispered while kissing your neck again. “You have a lovely skin, darling.” She husked in your ear.

Her lips moved under your ear and down your neck before traveling down again, kissing your throat again and speaking into it once more.

“You… have a nice scent too…” she murmured, caressing your body and pressing her face into yours again.

You chuckled happily and put your hands inside Mizu’s haori, to caress her arms. “One of us should care about smelling good or not?” You teased, lovingly pinching her skin.

“Hmm…” she mumbled softly. “My goodness you are just adorable.” She mewled, kissing your neck again.

She began slowly tracing her fingers across your abdomen under the fabric of your clothes, her lips moving back up to your ear to growl,

“I could just eat you up.”

“Who’s stopping you?” You asked with a shaky giggle because of your shivers.

“Oh? No one, dear.” She replied in a breathy voice. “Just tell me… do you want me to?” Her fingers reached your obi, lightly untying it up stopping just before revealing your skin.

“Yes, please…” You asked, tightening your hands on her arms. “Give me warmth, darling.”

“I’ll give you more than warmth, baby…” she chuckled softly, pulling your haori down just enough to start kissing the exposed torso. Her lips moved up and down your skin, softly tracing your muscles with her lips.

She left little hickeys and bites along your body as she went, kissing every inch of skin she could reach along your stomach.

You gasped softly and pressed your hands to the fabric of the futon, enjoying her lips marking you. “It feels good, baby…” You licked your lips, still shivering a little.

“Shh...” she whispered against your belly button before taking your haori completely off. She began kissing your stomach again, tracing her tongue along the lines of your muscles. “You taste good…” she mumbled breathily.

“Fuck…” You slurred under your breath, squeezing your eyes shut. “I do, don’t I?”

“Mhm….” She hummed.

Her tongue moved to your hip, pressing her teeth to achieved another mark. She left her hickey, biting down and sucking harshly on your skin.

“You’re just… too delicious.” She mumbled softly, her mouth trailing to the beginning of your pants catching the fabric between her teeth playfully.

You bit your bottom lip hard as you felt your erection begin to harden. Having Mizu’s face so close to that area was not something easy to ignore.

You moved your hands down to her back under her haori and began to gently pinch her skin. “Thanks, my love.” You tried to avoid jerking her face.

She sighed, more like a groan, enjoying your fingers squeezing her soft skin. She trailed her lips up to your shoulder, kissing it while continuing to hold you tightly.

“You’re so cute… you know that? I don’t know how you manage to just get more and more adorable.. you’re just… hngh..” she growled, biting your shoulder and licking it.

You laughed blushing, brushing the skin of her lower back with your fingertips. “I don’t know, I’m just like that with you, I guess…” You felt pleased. Hearing so much devotion come out of her beautiful mouth made a shiver of cold combine with one of pleasure.

“Mmm… you really are…” she purred, “even the way you move and act is so adorable… you’re just so…” she mumbled while kissing you passionately on the lips, her hands caressing your shoulders

You giggled a little more, feeling your body suddenly shake as a gust of cold air brushed against your skin. Your teeth began chattering again from the cold air entering your room, causing your body to shiver.

She was taken aback, suddenly feeling the cold from the gust of air as well.

“Shh… Shh..” she murmured. She kissed below your chin, lightly sucking and biting on your skin. “Ignore the cold, my dear.” She whispered, as her lips came back up to kiss you. “Just focus on me.”

“I’m trying, but it’s fucking cold.” You hissed, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Shh…” she cooed you. “Concentrate on me… ignore the cold.” The cold air continued to chill the room, she even shivered a little bit but she continued. “I’m warming you up, my love.” She whispered, nibbling your lips.

“It would make me warmer if I felt your skin against mine, my love.” You joked affectionately, trying to stop trembling.

“Oh..? Would it now…” she teased softly, her hands moving all the way up the edge of your pants as her lips left yours. “Mmmm… maybe you’re right.”

She mumbled as she pulled down your pants. Shortly after, she managed to leave your bodies with nothing covering them; causing you both to moan as you felt the cold hit your wet, dripping crotches.

Not having clothes made the freezing air penetrated your bones much more and you shivered violently, which made you let out airy and trembling sounds. “Shit…”

“Shh… R-Relax….” She shakily murmured, her hands sliding down your body and caressing you to try and warm you up.

She pulled you closer, your bodies pressed tightly together. Her legs trapping your hips and her arms embracing your waist.

“It’s okay, darling… I’m here. Just stay still… I won’t let you get cold.” She soothed softly, kissing you on the forehead.

“When you act so loving… you look insanely hot.” You try to speak normally, feeling your throat tremble.

“Hmm…” she chuckled softly. “You’re just so cute when you tremble and stutter… I want you to keep trembling…” she said mischievously, moving her hands down your body again.

“Oh yeah? And how are you going to keep me trembling?” You let out an airy laugh, clenching your fists as you felt the cold hit you arms in Mizu’s back.

She cooed you again, pressing her body against yours. She traced the outline of your boner, causing your hips to jolt by their own. She began to gently pinch the sensitive skin and then rub her index finger on your slit.

“I’m going to make you tremble more…” she was breathing deeply as she felt how wet you were for her. “I want you to shiver.”

She leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips. You couldn’t help but stammer her name as you felt her tongue lick every part of your mouth and the way she was caressing your slit. It was difficult for you to follow the rhythm she imposed because of how she massaged the head of your erection, she did it so gently… she had you writhing under her.

She moaned against your tongue as soon as your hips began to jerk her hand. Feeling the skin slide into her palm had her salivating and rolling her eyes, even though she had them closed.

You whimpered a little loudly into the kiss and the first thing you did was thrust your hands behind her back, to suddenly clutch her to your chest. Mizu pulled away, her lips wet with your saliva and her breathing quickened; and she stopped the caresses she had been doing to your shaft.

“Do you like the feeling of our bodies pressed together?” she teased as she gave you wet kisses in your neck again.

She moved her hand away from your length to stroke your shoulders lovingly. Your erection was proudly trapped between the two of your stomachs.

“I love when your breasts touch my chest.” You confessed as you managed to get out of the pleasure fog that absorbed you recently. “They’re so soft…” Your sigh and your body trembled at the same time after that.

“Mhmm…” she hummed lusciously. “They are soft, aren’t they?” she nibbled the corner of your ear.

She began to grind her hips, savoring a moan as she bit her lower lip when felt your erection slide between her folds. She had to hold her hands on both sides of your head, to improve her rhythm.

You let out a hoarse growl as you felt how wet she was for you. The feeling was slippery and made your muscles tense. You closed your eyes and buried your head lightly on the futon. “Now you’re going to rub against me? Fuck!”

“Uh-huh…” she smiled sensually, moving her hips back and forth atop yours while her long hair began to tickle her back, which made her body squirm even more on top of you. “Do you like that?” she gasped, feeling like she would howl at such tempting expression of pleasure on your face.

“Fuck, yes!” You almost screamed, squeezing Mizu’s hips with your hands to make her grind harder above you. The wet sound that this produced made your body shake, along with the thin layer of sweat that allowed the cold to begin to attack again.

She groaned fiercely, clenching her hands on your chest now, feeling her hips spasm frenziedly. Her lips moved back up to your neck, and she began bruising your skin, her mouth open and sucking softly on your flesh.

“I want to keep you quivering this way…” she grunted after feeling your limbs trembling again. “I want you to be so dependent on me… on my body.” She breathed.

“I already am, baby… I already am…” You sobbed, needily pressing your arms to her hips in search of released.

“I know you are… I can feel you are.” She giggled slightly, her breathing becoming faster and her breath short. “Mmmm… my cute, shivering creature.”

“Creature…” You repeated in a mumble, pressing your hands on her bottom cheeks, stopping her movements for a few moments to catch your breath a little.

“Shh… just concentrate on me, darling.” She whispered, nibbling the base of your neck.

Your erection ached from all that stimulation without reaching an end; but no matter how much you wanted to rub Mizu’s hips against yours again, it was impossible. She pressed her thighs tightly to the sides of your body while she left many more marks above your nipples.

“Lean forward a little, please.” You asked with a smile, giving her butt a spank.

She yelped, surprised, the moment you hit her rear. Her thighs clenched at the burning sensation your palm left. She bit her lower lip, leaning forward towards you as if you had asked her to.

At the sight of her bust above your face, you stretched your head to kiss the curvature of her left breast, taking an experimental bite while your hands trembled at the idea of spanking that tender pale ass again.

She moaned breathily as you bit her boob, her body shaking slightly from the intense chill and the pleasure that shot through her.

“Mm…” she groaned, “you’re so… good.” She whispered, enjoying how you pull her nipple with your teeth.

“Move… I need you to…” Your hands squeezed her buttocks, making her rub frantically on the tip of your erection. You continued to kiss and lick her breast.

Some strangled noises came of her mouth. She felt her breath become faster as she rubbed her body against your boner. She leaned forward more, putting all her weight onto you. She let you do your work as she groaned softly.

“Ah… s-so good… oh… you’re so good… mmm…” she praised, tugging your hair.

“Mhmm…” You hummed on her skin, writhing again under her from the cold that attacked your legs. But also because of the excitement that kept building between you.

Your hands continued to move her hips against your abdomen. Unconsciously, because of the freezing air, your teeth chattered squeezing the skin of her breast, causing you to pinch it somewhat forcefully; it caused some sharp pain for her.

She let out a yelped when you nipped her breast, it was a strong pain and she quickly moved to pull your mouth off her chest.

“Please… not so hard… darling..” she groaned. She was shivering slightly, biting down on her lip to try and dull the pain.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” You placed a soft kiss on the bite mark on her breast and then licked it lovingly. “I’m sorry, my love…”

She wailed softly, your tongue licking her skin making her twitch. Her breaths came in small short breaths, and her body shivered even more. There was still some lingering pain but she smiled.

“Mm…. it’s… it’s okay…” She assured. She leaned down again to take her other breast into your mouth, letting out a loud whimper when she felt the tip of your tongue touching her erect nipple.

You sighed with pleasure as you started to sucked her boob again and began to caress her ass lovingly, absentmindedly running a finger along her folds, enjoying the sloppy sensation.

She giggled softly at your touch, moving her body slightly and giving you better access to her lips. She pushed her breast even more into your mouth, her breathing becoming heavier, her heartbeat quickening, it was intense pleasure she was feeling.

You smoothly slid your middle finger through her entrance, making circular movements. You softly bit around her areola, feeling her silky, wet walls around your digit. With a growl, you sinked two fingers in her spreading them, opening her gently.

She let out a little noise that encourages you to dip and curl your fingers. With experience, knowing Mizu’s insides like the back of your hand, you found that harsh spot that made her scream and roll her eyes in their sockets. And that glorious pleasurable cry didn’t take long to come.

“You’re a bad boy..” She hissed, squeezing her eyes shut.

You massaged here there with your fingertips, playfully nibbling on the nipple that was still in your mouth. You can’t help but let out a victorious smile feeling her grinding down on your knuckles with a shattered scream coming from her beautiful mouth.

When you removed your fingers from inside her, you immediately heard her beg for you not to stop. But you only separated yourself with a ‘pop’ from her breast and smiled triumphantly, then took your digits full of her essence to your mouth, melting at the taste of your beloved on your tongue.

She gagged at the image in front of her and couldn’t help but play with her own clit while her brow furrowed. She was a wet mess on top of you. She began to grid her hips again against your member, continuing to masturbate herself.

She moved her body frantically, her free hand squeezing and squeezing your skin tight.

She moaned loudly, her breathing becoming more erratic, when your salivating fingers came up to rub her clitoris. She looked at you with a moan caught in her throat from the stimulation, your eyes were so attractive, so alluring, and her body ached for something more.

“My darling…” she gasped softly, her mouth hovering above yours.

“My darling…” You repeated brushing your lips with hers, making her hips desperately grind atop you.

“Mm…” She moaned softly, as shrinking in place and bringing her hand to your wrist to stop what you were doing, it was too much.

You granted her wish and moved your hand away, watching with adoration how she threw her head back and supported herself with her hands on the futon.

Oh, the image she’s giving you right now…

You brought your hands to her hip bones and began to caress the skin tenderly. You lifted her body slowly, taking her by surprise, and then slid into her warm, wet cavity. You both let out a loud whimper at that and tilted your heads back from the sensations. Her feeling so full from you, and you finally feeling some release on your throbbing shaft.

She practically threw herself on you again to start kissing you passionately, while she got used to your sudden entry into her.

Neither of you two would last long but that was what had you so excited and eager to continue.

let me know if this is somewhat good, is my first time writing nsfw akdkkak 🎀🩷

#mizu x male reader #mizu x you #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu bes #bes mizu #blue eye samurai mizu

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skyyy96 · 3 months

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🎀 Spicy Thoughts 🎀

You're in the kitchen cooking at the stove when she sneaks up on you from behind, and covers your neck in a series of hot kisses. Your knees weakening more and more each time she whispers dirty words into your ears with a devious smirk. Her arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you in closer. She turns you around to face her and tilts your chin upward with her finger to make eye contact. "You're blushing again darling" she chuckles, gently stroking your cheek with her fingers as you begin stuttering in an attempt to say something in return, though now you're unable to even formulate a proper sentence - too flustered to think clearly....

She finds this highly amusing, and slowy backs you up against the countertop. "Already so needy hmm?" She questions looking down at your clenched thighs. "Please, I need you!" you whimper desperately. And she answers your plea by wedging her knee between your legs for you to grind on for some relief, while locking eyes with you once more as she traces her fingers slowly up and down your inner thighs. The sensation giving you goosebumps. Her nails leaving light claw marks down your back while making out. Kissing her so passionately that you're both left gasping for a breath of fresh air by the end.

#lesbian #wlw #sapphic #red thoughts #spicy thoughts #spicy books #wattpad #fanfiction #fanfiction prompts #wlw imagine #spicy fanfic #dom/sub #gay panic #nsft imagine #wlw nsft #sapphic nsft #lesbian nsft

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gender-darling · 11 months

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siiigh . it bears repeating :

I am unwaveringly pro-endo and pro-tulpa .

I fully support mspec monos and those with " contradictory " or " confusing " identities .

I fully support non-offending , non-engaging paraphiles .

I unwaveringly believe that " narc abuse " is fake and the use of the term is inherently ableist .

Thank you for your time .

#(⠀🎀⠀)⠀⦂⠀ ❝⠀darling whispers⠀❞#bitching

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anonimusunnoaniswriting · 7 days

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𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟑

(𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

⚠️MDNI. 18+ ADULTS ONLY⚠️

🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Rating: Mature

Category: F/M

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler

Relationship: Sebastian Michaelis/CielsCousin!Reader

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis; Reader

Summary: smut smut some more smut just smut scenes. all the smut.

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut; Sex; Vaginal Sex; Eventual Smut; Neck Kissing; Kissing; Gentle Kissing; Surprise Kissing; Making Out; Implied Sexual Content; Phantomhive manor; Reader-Insert; Victorian

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3: 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗; 𝕬𝖙 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

“Sebastian!” you moan and he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His long digits feel their way inside you, rubbing against your squelching, gummy walls. You can’t help but gasp, feeling them curl inside you.

His mouth is against the skin on the nape of your neck and you feel him smirk. His hand plays with your breast, pulling and teasing your already hard nipple. You’ve never even heard of these things being done to a woman. Lewd, degrading, but at the same time, it feels so good!

When you had heard the older ladies gossip about these night-time, bedroom, activities, they always spoke of how it was such a chore, and how men would just do what they had to, leaving them feeling unsatisfied to the point of irritation. Sebastian was the antithesis of these stories. He gave pleasure instead of only seeking it himself. Constantly making sure he helped you feel good.

“If demons are like this, then perhaps being tempted is not truly such a bad thing as the church states…” you thought to yourself, feeling yourself melt under his fingertips.

He releases his clamp on your skin with a loud ‘pop’, and he looks at you and smiles. “You’re being so patient and good for me, my lady.” There's a flash of white fangs and his voice is low in your ear, punctuated by the repeated wet sounds from your pussy.

A shiver runs down your spine that has nothing to do with the fact that he is still playing with you down below. “Keep being so good for me, darling, and you will be rewarded,” he says and plants a kiss on your forehead. You nod. He lowers his head and pulls one of your nipples into his mouth. Your skin is like burning ice, and the heat of his devilish mouth burns like the flames of hell. Your body writhes. You move to his rhythm, following his unspoken orders. A pressure builds up, starting low in your abdomen and Sebastian hears his name whispered in near reverence as you clutch at the bed sheets. You can feel yourself reaching the precipice of this pleasure. The dam is about to break; the water will spill in a matter of moments; and suddenly Sebastian is gone. His fingers aren’t in you anymore.

You cry out in surprise and dismay. The lack of Sebastian’s touch makes you feel so empty. He chuckles. His lips come down on yours again. “Now now, I can’t let you finish up so early can I?” he tells you gently brushing his lips against yours.

He unbuttons his trousers and removes them with his underclothes and the rest of his clothes. His cock stands already hard and dripping precum. Leaning over you he kisses you between your breasts, then your stomach, your navel travelling all the way down to your clit. He peppers kisses all over you while his cock hovers just outside your entrance, lightly brushing against it. You shiver in anticipation and stroke his hair.

“Sebastian,” you whine, “Please!” He chuckles again, darker this time. You close your eyes as you feel him enter you. You’ve had him before but only once. His size is still novel, you feel the painful stretch. Your hands find refuge in his hair as he continues to push in.

Though he is gentle, you can't help but feel a few tears escape. Sebastian dips and licks them off your skin, savouring the salt. You are divine. Exquisite. He pins you down by the waist, effectively making sure he is the one to control the speed and force of his introduction. Your fingers are entangled in his hair; he growls when you pull at it, and bites down your collarbone. There is sure to be a mark there tomorrow morning but you don’t think about that, because Sebastian has now entered you to the hilt.

He stills, allowing you to adjust to his girth, “Is this okay?” You nod, raising your hips to encourage movement from his side. Understanding you, Sebastian now lowers his head down to kiss you softly before starting to move. There is a slight pain but a quick-blooming feeling of pleasure. Whatever he had built with his fingers had not disappeared completely, waking up again with a few thrusts. He moves his lips to your neck and you arch your back, feeling sharp teeth against your skin. He picks up the pace. Sebastian never fails to pay attention to details. His hands are all over you. Touching you, feeling you – as if he can’t get enough. He leaves a trail of fast-cooling wet kisses over your body.

“Is this good for you?” he groans in your ear.

“Yes! More, please!” You moan out breathily. You have been waiting for this for so long.

His thrusts get harder, cock bullying your cunt. You cannot fathom what makes this man so attractive. He has you under his spell, as if knowing you for the longest time. A scholar, studying you intimately. With every touch, your body responds to him. Back arching, head thrown back. And then there was that knot inside you. The pressure that just keeps building each second.

You drag your nails down his back, hearing him growl darkly against your jaw where he had been marking you with little bites; his tongue licking away at your pliant skin. He kisses down to your earlobe, taking the soft skin into his mouth, sucking on it. You feel yourslef getting close; your climax is imminent. You cry out the demon's name, desperation clinging to each syllable. In response, he rides into you faster, his cock hits your inside walls hard. You let out a scream and immediately his hand is on your mouth silencing you.

“My lady,” he says softly, “As much as I want to hear you sing for me, this is not an opportune time for it. Someone might hear....” He chuckles as if it is a funny joke, but you cannot spare the time to think about that. Every move overwhelms you. And here you are at the edge, and the man above doesn’t seem any different from his usual calm, put-together self.

“Sebastian…” you let out an animalistic groan, raking your fingernails down his back. You feel him shudder and then without warning he puts his hand down to where he had entered you. You felt him touch something, and then – an explosion of fireworks. Everything is a blur. Your eyes shut and you see the strange wriggly worms swimming across the darkness behind your lids. Your hips reach out to his body of their own will; you ride out your orgasm on his cock, bucking and keening. You have to have died. No, it can’t be real. What you feel is nothing like you have ever known.

As you come down from your high, Sebastian withdraws from inside you gently. “Wait, Sebastian. You haven’t reached your climax yet!” you protest. You may have been new to the art, but you had overheard things– enough to know this.

“I don’t wish to wear you out my lady.” Sebastian says, wiping the sweat from your brow. You look at the man. His hair is a mess suffering – in your vice like grip. His back is marked with the thin red lines your nails had bestown. But otherwise he looks impeccable. And there you were, ruffles and bundles. A sheen of sweat on your body and a sticky wetness between your legs.

You shake your head, “Please Sebastian. Tell me what to do, teach me how to make you feel as good as you have made me feel. I want you to reach the finish as well…”

Sebastian smiles. Getting off the bed he says, “All in good time my lady. But for tonight, you have had enough. I do not wish to overwhelm you, and end up hurting you. I will take care of it myself.” He reassures, flashing you his signature smile.

It surprises you how bold you have gotten around him but you pat the down beside you, earning you a puzzled look from the man. “I insist, my lady, I ca—”

“Yes, you can. However, I’d like to watch while you do… Please, if you don’t mind. And I would very much like it, if you held me for the night after you did.”

“Very well, my lady.” Sebastian says, his smile widening. He lies down beside you, positioning himself so you can watch, and runs his hand over himself. You stared, transfixed on the elegant movements; questioning how an act that is considered so vile by the people of society could be made to look so beautiful in reality. The long fingers and the contrasting dark nails on his length are mesmerising, and your jaw drops as you stare.

You move towards Sebastian, and getting on your knees you put in your own hand, not fully realising what you are doing till you hear Sebastian’s voice saying, “My lady?” You shake your head and mimic his movements, stroking the warm shaft. His breathing turns short and quick much like yours had been just a little while before. “Faster, please” you hear Sebastian say, and you comply. “More, squeeze it, gently.”

Your small hands follow his every order. You can feel him getting harder than ever as he gets closer to his own climax. He stutters and white sticky liquid squirts out from his cock spilling over your fingers. You stop, staring at it wide-eyed.

“Would you like to taste it, my lady? I’d like you to.” You looked at Sebastian. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and glowing red in the darkness. You face him, a stray strip of moonlight slicing across your naked body, the only source of illumination in the room. You stick out your tongue and run it over the liquid on your hand. To say it tasted good would have been a lie, but something about the act was so erotic that you couldn’t stop.

A shudder under you and you know Sebastian liked it too, so you continue; putting a finger into your mouth and sucking, licking. Sebastian grabs your hair, and pulls you down onto him kissing you. “You are so beautiful.” He says, sucking on your bottom lip. “So absolutely gorgeous, I can’t believe it!”

Suddenly fatigue is hits you and you slump into his embrace. You can feel yourself winding down. Sebastian lays you on the cool sheets, he moves to get up. “Sebastian, don’t go…” you plead softly.

“I’m right here, I’m just getting a washcloth to clean us up.” He replies. He’s back before you know it and a warm cloth presses against your legs. You spread them for him and he wipes you down, cleaning himself off as well. He lays down beside you and you feel your thick blanket cover you. Sleep slowly pulls you under

“Sebastian?” you murmur.

“Mhmmm? What is it, my lady?”

“What time is it now?”

“Midnight.”

A/N: We aren't done. There's more to come darlings.

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takiberry · 8 months

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SOFT SEX W/ BF!FUMA 💋

established relationship, dom!fuma, petnames being used, reader goes a little stupid, soft sex 🥹, fuma being a sweetheart

-🎀

“shh, darling it’s okay, just let me take care of you, it’s going to all about you only.” fuma said as he slid off your underwear, dropping it onto the floor. today was just one of those days where fuma wanted you to feel like a princess for him as he just does everything to make sure you feel amazing, where his usual meanie dom side just goes out the window just so he can be the sweetest man to you ever. fuma kissed your thighs as he moved up to hover over you, caressing your cheek with his thumb with a soft loving smile on his face. “i love how pretty you always look for me, no matter where we are, what we’re doing. you’ll always look so gorgeous, i don’t know you do it, my love.” fuma said again as his hand moved away from your face and down to your clit, his middle and index finger rubbing onto it slowly, oh how much he loved you, he always wonders how he managed to make you his. he snapped out of his thoughts when he slips in his two fingers into you, a gasp slipping past your lips and your back arching slightly. “f-fuma.. please..” you begged, wanting more than just his fingers at this point, fuma let out a soft chuckle with a small smile on his face as he noticed your behavior. he pulled out his fingers and removed his own sweats along with his own underwear.

“alright baby, i know i know, calm down.” he said in between another soft chuckle before positioning himself, he looked at you for confirmation and once he did, he pushed himself into you slowly, more and more you feel yourself go into a clouded headspace. nothing but fuma mattered to you and honestly, it was the best thing ever. fuma was fully buried in you and had already started to thrust, they were slow yet it felt so good. your hands snaked over to his large biceps, gripping onto them as he continued to thrust ever so slowly but lovingly into you, fuma wanted to make sure you and himself felt good, and he will do anything to do so. “let me know if you want me to go faster, okay, love?” he said to you in a whisper as he kept his thrusts at the same pace, his hands holding your hips, you looked up at him with a small pout, your grip tightened on his biceps. “you can go faster.. baby..” you said back to him , he just nodded and sped up his thrusts, sighing at the feeling of your walls feeling oh so warm against his thick veiny cock.

fuma felt like he was in heaven, oh how he adored days like this, days where he gets to treat you like a princess, where nothing else even mattered to him but you. he’s so in love that he could even marry you at this rate. he left love bites on your neck as he continued to thrust himself into you at the same quick pace, his veiny hands gripping at your hips tightly as he moves your hips along with his thrusts. “f-fuma.. please..feels so.. good..” you moaned out while arching your back, fuma chuckled and groaned as he felt you tighten around him, knowing you were close. “oh baby.. why don’t cum for me, hm?” he said as he looked into your eyes, which filled with both lust and love, you nodded and yelped as he sped up his thrusts even more, your hands never leaving his biceps as you moaned out and threw your head back. “f-fumafumafumafuma!” you moaned out loudly and just blabbed incoherent words as you came, fuma following not too long after with a groan. “oh my..” fuma said in between heavy breathing, watching as he pulls out of you, he kissed your forehead and grabbed a towel to clean you up before he lied down next to you, pulling you close to him while he played with your hair. “you did so good, baby.” he said to you as he kissed your forehead yet again, you smiled tiredly and kissed his cheek. “i love you, fuma..” you said sleepily before drifting off, a quiet snore coming from you, fuma smiled adoringly and closed his eyes as he said: “i love you too, y/n..”

#&team hard hours #&team smut #&team hard thoughts #murata fuma smut #murata fuma x reader #murata fuma

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crowlingpuppeteer · 2 months

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very well then dear<3 I hope you enjoy it

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Pairing: Douma x Y/N (Fem reader)

Warning: smut,boobfondling/sucking,biting,praise k!nk,pet names,fingering,teasing

Summary: y/n and douma have been dating for 3 years and he goes easy on you when you share intimate moments with him because he doesn’t want to hurt you

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Y/n sits on douma’s lap while he’s giving orders to the members of the cult her legs crossed and doumas hand on her thigh caressing the soft skin.

“W-who’s that?” One of the cult members point at y/n causing douma to scowl

“That’s none of your damn business!” Douma shouts causing y/n to jump a little which catches doumas attention and he places his free hand on her hip.

Y/n smiles softly at douma and places her hand on the back of his head rubbing his head gently and she uncrosses her legs.

“You’re dismissed.” Douma says to the cult member and they immediately leave closing the door behind them and douma turns to you. “Sorry my love I didn’t mean to make you jump with my shouting” he speaks in a soft tone causing your heart to melt

“It’s okay douma I know you didn’t mean too.” She replies to douma as she strokes his head causing douma to lay his head on her chest.

Douma runs his hand up her thigh sending shivers down her spine. “You’ve been such a good girl~” douma speaks in a low seductive tone. Y/n can already feel the wet heat in between her thighs

Douma slips his hand under her skirt. “D-Douma..” y/n whispers causing douma to smirk “yes my princess?” He replies peaking the skirt back to reveal her black laced panties “say that you’re mine” y/n speaks the heat in between her thighs soaking through her panties.

“I’m yours” douma speaks and hooks to fingers on the top of her panties. Y/n lifts her hips and douma slides y/n’s panties off “you’re already so wet for me princess~”

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” Douma asked using his hands to pull apart her thighs. “Y-yes I’m going to be a good girl for y-you.” Y/n speaks in a shaky voice the wet best in between her thighs dripping onto doumas pant leg.

Douma uses his middle and pointer finger to spread her folds causing y/n to moan. Douma runs two fingers up her slit and y/n moans and means her head back to rest on doumas shoulder

“You’re so pretty my love.” Douma praises her and is ring and middle fingers circle her puffy clit causing her to moan louder and douma bites her neck causing y/n to let out a whimper “it feels so good douma! Oh!” Y/n moans her back arching a little.

Douma removes his fingers from her clit and moves them down to tease her entrance “please baby..please stop teasing me you know I don’t like it” y/n whimpers shifting her legs and douma chuckles “Sorry darling” douma replies entering two fingers into her right wet cunt “Ah~! Oh~!” Y/n moans

Douma thrust’s his thick fingers deep inside of her tight cunt hitting her g-spot “douma! Douma! Please! Please slow down!” Y/n whines out and douma slows down his finger thrusts and gently bites her neck causing her to whimper “I love it when you squeeze around my fingers!” Douma speaks in a soft giggle his finger thrusts slow and gently and his thumb rubs circles into her puffy clit

Doumas free hand pulls up y/n’s shirt revealing her untouched breasts “you’re just gorgeous” douma praises her his finger thrusts speeding up and douma shifts y/n laying her across his lap and he starts to suck on her hard nipple causing her to let out a choked moan “ah~! Oh~! Ngh~!” Y/n moans

Doumas tongue circles her hard nipples causing his thick cock to harden in his pants his thumb rubbing tight fast circles on her clit “Douma! ‘M gonna! ‘M gonna cum!”y/n whines bucking her hips and douma bites her breasts gently and removes his mouth before he leans over and removes his thumb from her clit replacing it with his tongue

Douma makes wet circles around her clit with his tongue causing y/n to go over the edge she can feel herself about to cum all over doumas thick fingers and he leans his head back up and kisses her breasts and he thrusts his fingers faster the wet sounds of douma fingering y/n filling the room

“Such a good girl~” Douma praises her and y/n bucks her hips her orgasm hitting hard her letting out a loud scream as she cums on his fingers “my love are you okay?” Douma ask with a concerned face a little scared from the way she screamed and douma licks her wet heat and her cum off of his fingers

“Baby are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Douma asks again and y/n looks at him and places a hand on his cheek and smiles “yes my love I’m perfectly fine..that was amazing” she speaks in a soft tone causing doumas heart to melt and he presses his face into her neck “good, good I thought I had hurt you..I would have never forgiven myself if I would have” he places a loving kiss on her neck and wraps his thick arms around her holding her close

“I love you my dove” douma speaks softly

“I love you too my deadly demon”

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This was really fun to make thank you for the request💕I really appreciate the support you all provide 🎀until next time my loves🎀

#demon slayer #smut #douma smut #douma x reader #douma x y/n #kny douma #douma x you #demon slayer douma #praise k!nk #douma #y/n #fluffy smut #gentle fdom

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🤍”Somethin’ stupid”🤍

Pairing : BF!Niki Nishimura x DEPRESSEDreader! (Real) 🎀

Genre : fluff <3 sad af tho idfk what the genre is

WARNINGS : mentions of self harm, depression, anxiety

A/N : SRRY I usually post like once a week and I forgot to this week I think… Idrk I literally have a fucking concussion rn💀 happened bcs lowkey thought I was in a music video and did cartwheels in my room at 3 am and smacked the shit out of my head and then hit my head on the floor and woke up seeing Gojo Satoru shakin ass 💀😜 anyway enjoy yawl😳

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In the car with your boyfriend Niki, heading to the movie theater, the atmosphere was perfect –soft music, and a feeling that made life worthwhile. It had been a month since you’d seen him. These small moments you had with Niki made your life worth living. Most of the time he was busy or away for his idol duties and you’d miss him so badly. You would wonder if him being away for so long would end up with you both breaking up or you both falling out of love. The thought always made you feel nauseous and overwhelmed. Your overthinking would get the best of you sometimes, and you would result to self harm. Niki had no idea though and you never planned on telling him.

"Y/n, you might want to ditch the hoodie; it's getting pretty warm in here. You're sweating," your boyfriend chuckled, casting a glance your way. "No kidding, it's hot as hell." You sighed wiping your forehead with your sleeve. As you started to pull down the zipper your hoodie, the memories of your scars made you hesitate. “Actually I’m fine. I can handle it.” You reassured Niki. “Huh? Don’t risk a heat stroke, take it off,” he insisted, concern etching his face. “No I’m literally gonna be fine trust me.” You countered, zipping your hoodie back up quickly. “Y/n. It’s the middle of summer and you’re wearing a hoodie darling. You might wanna take it off.” Niki suggested, a puzzled look was painted on his face. “I’m gonna be alright trust me.” You gave Niki a sweet smile, trying to look unsuspicious. “Whatever you say Y/n.” Your boyfriend sighed.

You and Niki finally arrived at the movie theater. You checked in, got tickets, got snacks and headed to your movie. The air-conditioned theater promised relief from the summer heat, but your hoodie remained a steadfast companion.

Inside the cool, dimly lit theater, you found your seats, the contrast between the chilly air and your hoodie creating a cozy bubble. The movie previews flickered on the screen, and the scent of buttered popcorn filled the air.

Niki leaned over and whispered, "Are you sure you won't overheat in there?..”

“It’s cool in here Niki! I’m fine.” You softly giggled. The movie began, and you got so into it that the hoodie wasn't on your mind anymore. The plot grabbed your attention, and the cozy warmth just blended into the background.

Midway through the movie, Niki gently reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. Your initial reaction was surprise; you were aware of Niki's habit for tracing his fingers along your palms and wrists. Softly pushing his hand away, you met his gaze. He looked absolutely ethereal in the dim theater lighting.

"Do you not want to hold hands?" Niki whispered, pouting with a hint of sadness.

"I do, just... not right now," you replied. Niki's worried expression prompted him to ask, "Is there something wrong?"

You hesitated before responding, "No, no, I just... don't worry about it."

Your words, though intended to reassure, unintentionally stabbed at Niki's heart. His love for you was profound, and while he knew he could be clingy, he never imagined it could "annoy you." The worry in his eyes lingered as the movie played on.

You both went back to the apartment after the movie. The car ride was quiet because you pretended to be asleep, avoiding a talk about why you didn't hold hands. Niki spent the entire ride overthinking what he might have done wrong.

“Niki. I’m gonna go take a shower.” You said, walking off to your room to get your clothes. “Oh okay. I’ll make you some tea for when you get out.” He replied.

When you stepped in the shower, the warm water stung your fresh cuts. You held your wrists and winced in pain, small tears ran down your cheeks. Staring at your wrists, you wondered how you could be so stupid. You regret doing it , because now Niki might see them. The thought made you softly cry. Thank God the shower water was loud enough to cover up your soft muttering and sighs.

After your shower, you returned to the kitchen. Niki was busy cooking dinner and brewing tea for both of you, a delightful surprise that warmed your heart. Soft music played from his speaker next to the stove.

Curious, you asked, "What are you making?" Sitting at the table, he chuckled and replied, "Pasta, I’m trying out new things." The song changed to your favorite, "Somethin’ Stupid” by Frank Sinatra. Excitedly, you exclaimed, "Niki, you added my favorite song to your playlist!"

With a smile, he admitted, "I really like this song. Isn't it your favorite?" You giggled, "Duh! I play it all the time in your car." Niki turned off the stove and approached you. "Is the food ready?" you inquired. "Not yet, but how about we dance?" he suggested, extending his hand with a gentle smile, eyes filled with admiration.

In the soft glow of the dim kitchen light, you and Niki began to slow dance. The soothing melody of the song filled the air as he held you close. The ambiance was warm, and the subtle scent of dinner in the making lingered.

Niki led with gentle grace, swaying to the music with you in a tranquil dance. The rhythmic steps mirrored the easy connection between you two, the worries of the day fading away in the embrace of the moment. His hand rested on the small of your back, fingers delicately entwined with yours. As you swayed together, his other hand found its place on your waist, the closeness allowing you to feel the comforting warmth of his touch. The subtle aroma of the cooking dinner heightened the sensory experience.

Niki's gaze, brimming with stars and admiration, locked onto yours as he gently took your hand in his. However, reality snapped you back, and a sudden fear of him discovering your self infliction made you pull away. You pulled your hand away from his gently. Niki stopped dancing with you, his eyes locked onto yours with concern. "I'm sorry for asking, but why don't you want me to hold your hand?" he inquired.

A tremor ran through you, fear intensifying. Taking a deep breath, you hesitated before admitting, "I... I just," struggling to find the right words. The fear of Niki discovering your scars weighed heavy on your mind.

After a moment, you decided to face it. "Actually, you know what? Hold hands with me," you said, mustering a smile and intertwining your fingers with his. It was a fleeting decision, hoping that the dance would end before he’d notice. He brought a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Your hair smells good.” He nestled his nose into your hair. The song made the moment vulnerable. You found yourself forgetting about all your worries once again. He brought his lips to your wrist, you didn’t even catch it either. You were too busy humming the melody of the song into his chest. Niki pressed his lips to your wrist. He quickly pulled back and examined if, squinting his eyes. You suddenly realized what he was doing. You pulled away from his arms and held your wrist. His face looked indescribable. Worried, sad, confused all at the same time. The song had stopped already, and the room fell silent. "Y/n," Niki uttered softly, his voice carrying a mixture of concern and care. Before he could say more, your lips began to quiver, and tears welled up in your lashes. A gentle cascade of tears spilled from your eyes.

Niki, swift in his response, hurried over and enveloped you in a warm embrace. His chin rested on your head, and his hand traced soothing circles on your back. Anxiety gripped you like a constricting fog, the weight on your chest almost suffocating. Tears stained Niki's once-white shirt, but he paid it no mind.

"It's okay. I'm not upset," he reassured, planting a tender kiss on the top of your head. "My poor, beautiful girl. When did you do that?" he asked, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. Your hyperventilating made it challenging to speak, rendering you silent in the vulnerability of the moment.

Your hyperventilation began to subside, allowing you to regain some composure. "I..was just.. overthinking," you finally managed to admit, your voice still shaky.

Niki's expression softened, a mixture of empathy and a determination to be there for you. “Was it because of me?” he whispered, his thumb brushing away a tear that lingered on your cheek.

You hesitated, the weight of your emotions pressing against your chest. "Yes?... no," you stumbled over your words, struggling to articulate the whirlwind within. "I just miss you so much when you're gone for so long. I feel so lonely again. You're... you're my only light, and the only one in my life who actually makes me happy. I can't stand it when you're away."

Niki's gaze held a depth of understanding as he gently cradled your face. "Y/n, I didn't realize. I'm here for you, always. I’ll bring you with me next time, and the next one after that. I promise my love,” he reassured. His words soothed the ache within your heart. “I’ll be back,” Niki gently pulled his body away from yours. “I’m gonna go get bandages from the bathroom. Sit down,” he kissed your cheek before leaving the room.

When Niki returned, you couldn't help but chuckle at the state of his shirt, soaked with tear and snot stains – undeniably gross. Standing in front of you, he gently took hold of both your injured wrists, his eyes carrying a mix of hurt and pain. Soft elastic bandages in hand, he began to wrap your wrists with a delicate touch.

As he worked, you noticed a subtle glisten in his eyes. His fingers traced along the palms of your wrists, a silent acknowledgment of shared pain. You looked up at him with teary eyes and saw the vulnerability in his gaze.

"Promise me you'll never do this again," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. Small tears escaped his eyes, tracing down his cheeks. Overwhelmed, you apologized, "I... I'm sorry. I promise. I'm so sorry."You rose from your chair, embracing Niki tightly, the shared pain and promise binding you together in that moment. “I love you so much darling you have no idea. To know that you’ve been hurting yourself like this.. it kills me.” He whispered softly. “I love you too, Niki.” You placed a soft kiss to his chin.

"Do you wanna finish making dinner, and then we can cuddle after?" you proposed.

As Niki's sniffles gradually subsided, a tender smile graced his face, the corners of his eyes still dampened. Niki's smile widened as he looked down at you. "Of course," he agreed, his head tilting slightly. In that gentle tilt, he closed the distance, leaning in for a long, reassuring kiss.

Together, you continued with the meal, the kitchen filled with the comforting aroma of food and music. You showed Niki more songs you liked and he added them to y’all’s new slow dancing playlist.

As you placed the finishing touches on the meal, Niki slid his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. "Smells amazing in here, thank you for helping me darling.”

The conversation during dinner went smoothly. You both talked about stories of the past and dreams for the future. Niki's eyes, still holding a glimmer of tenderness, locked onto yours, reinforcing the unspoken understanding that this moment, amidst shared laughter and a table filled with love, was truly special.

Cuddling on the couch, the outside world faded away, leaving room for the intimacy of shared comfort. “You’re so pretty y/n” Niki admired your facial features. The smell of his fresh Basil and mandarin cologne brought you comfort. You threw your leg over his and snuggled closer onto him. He could feel your soft breaths on his neck. Niki peppered kisses on your temples. He was humming a gentle tune to one of your favorite songs. The moment made you realize how lucky you were to be with someone like him.

A/n : erm I literally fell asleep writing this w my hard ass fit on and makeup bruh my skin is breaking out hella someone come kill me. Srry for the amount of mistakes btw I did not read over it 🤓🤓 I raw dogged this it might be shitty Also I hope y’all liek:3 i put my whole venussy into this. Xoxo💋💋

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Dirty Secret Pt. 3 -Matt Sturniolo

(Fem reader x Matt sturniolo, matts a bit violent🎀 no smut in this one)

“My number?” I ask him still breathless, “yeah so we can be…” he exhales “whatever this is.” He points between us.

I smile and look up at the ceiling, “yeah you can have my number. I just wasn’t expecting you to actually want to talk to me after this.” I trailed off. He turns and looks at me with an offended look on his face. “You think I was just gonna fuck you and not want to talk to you again?” He stands up to put his underwear and pants back on.

“Well, most men are like that so I don’t know, I’m sorry Matt.” I sit up. “Good thing I’m not like most men then, isn’t it.” He says in a harsh tone. Before turning around to face me and buckling his belt up. “You made a mess on my couch, and my bed.” He smiles slightly, I hang my head down in embarrassment “I’m really sorry, I can clean it up I just need-” he interrupts me by lifting my chin up with his hand.

“I was kidding, I can clean it up sweetheart. Get your panties back on.” He picks them up off the ground and throws them to me. I slip them on and walk over to the massive mirror on his wall, before sorting out my hair and making sure my makeup hasn’t run.

I see Matt walk up behind me in the mirror and he wraps his arms around me before laying his head on my shoulder. “Here’s some paper to write your number on.” He gives me the notepad and I write my number down. “I didn’t bring my phone with me so I’m gonna have to text you when I get home, if that’s okay?” I say softly.

“Yeah no worries, my phone is in my car, but I’m not going out into that party to go get it.” He laughs, I completely forgot about the party, my friend oh my God I hope Evie is okay. “I completely forgot about my friend, what if she’s looking for me?” I start to panic and walk over to grab my purse.

“Hey, hey.” Matt walks over to me and turns me to face him “shes gonna be okay, she left you to go fuck somebody, she’s probably still with that somebody.” He says reassuring me. “But if you want to go find her I’m not forcing you to stay here with me.” I nod before laying my head against his chest. How did I go from trying to find somewhere to hide in a party, to fucking a guy and now feeling like I’m falling in love with him.

Hes 7 years older than me, is that bad? “If you don’t want to tell your friend about this, you don’t have to,” he leans down to my ear “it can be our little secret.” He whispers before planting a kiss under my ear. “I don’t mind. But I do want this to become more.” I say in a soft voice, “it can become whatever you want it to darling.” He says before walking over and finishing the last sip of his drink.

We walk to his bedroom door and he opens it before letting me out, “I’ll text you.” He whispers before kissing my lips softly. I nod before walking down the hallway, it’s weirdly silent and I can’t hear all the music and shouting that I could hear earlier.

I open the door at the end of the hallway and the room is cleared, the floor covered in cups and cans but no people. I don’t want to draw attention to myself so I turn around and walk back to Matts room.

I knock the door softly and I hear his footsteps get closer before he opens the door and looks surprised at me “back for more already?” He half jokes, “the party is over and I don’t think my friends here, could you take me home please.” I smile softly at him, “yes of course I will sweetheart, let me grab my keys.” He walks back into his room and grabs his keys and a jacket out of the closet.

“Here” he puts the jacket over my arms before putting his arm around me. “It’s cold outside.” He smiles. “Thank you Matt.” I lean my head onto him and we walk down the hallway into the post party mess, Matt scoffs as he kicks a beer can out of his way.

We get outside and he unlocks his car, it’s a very fancy black sports car. He opens my car door for me and I get in. When he gets into the car he grabs his phone from the glove compartment and types my number into the contacts, he sets the contact name as ‘y/n❤️’. He looks at me and smirks before typing and sending a message, I’ll have to check it when I get home.

He starts the car and soft music starts playing through the speakers, he leans over and puts his hand on my thigh his thumb slightly rubbing in a comforting way. “So where do you live?” He looks at me tilting his head.

I’m so embarrassed of my apartment because it’s a tiny 1 bed apartment that I can barely afford the rent of, I haven’t been able to pay my rent yet so my landlord has given me a final warning. “Uh I live in the apartment block down Elegiant avenue, it’s a tiny apartment so it’s embarrassing compared to your house.” I replied with a sad tone.

He smiles gently and nods, “I know where that is, and don’t be embarrassed y/n I’m not a judgy person.” He starts to drive, his hand still on my thigh.

The car ride was nice and calm, quiet but not an awkward quiet, more peaceful and relaxing.

We pull up to my apartment and he gets out of the car to open my door for me, “thank you” I whisper smiling up at him. He smirks before shutting the door behind me. I stand awkwardly for a moment wondering whether to invite him in, because even though my apartment is small it is very tidy.

“What’s going on in that pretty mind?” He walks closer to me before placing both his hands on my face. “Do you want to.. come in for a bit?” I ask hesitantly before searching in my purse for my keys.

“Yeah sure I don’t mind, only if it’s okay with you.” He smiles at me before we start to walk into my apartment block, whilst we walked up the stairs there was a very creepy looking man laying on the stairs, I thought he was dead first of all but he sat up slightly as we walked past him and lent his hand close to my foot on the ground. He looks up at me smirking which made me step back in discomfort.

“Come here and let me..” Matt placed his foot over the man’s hand before pushing down slightly causing the man to wince. “finish that sentence.” He was staring into the man’s soul intimidatingly. “Finish it.” He says through gritted teeth before pushing down harder on the man’s hand causing the man to yell out.

“Matt you’re hurting him..” I whisper grabbing his arm. He crouched down to get closer to the man. “I have people who can fuck you up really badly, so talk to her again and see what happens.” He whispers in such a quiet voice I couldn’t hear him but the man definitely did because his eyes widened in fear and he nodded rapidly.

Matt stands up and softly grabs my arm before we resume making our way to my apartment. We get to the door of my apartment and I pause. Before turning to him. “What did you say to him?” I look up at him with a confused look on my face. “I just told him that you aren’t interested. That’s all.” He smiles at me before his phone starts to buzz.

“Shit.” He mutters. “What’s wrong Matt?” I ask, “I’m so sorry sweetie I gotta head off, my brother needs help tidying that party mess.” He chuckles breathily but I can tell whatever was on his phone made him flustered. He was lying to me. “Oh okay I’ll text you.” I smile softly before he comes over and places a gentle kiss on my forehead. He walks off as if he was in a rush.

Why did he lie?

A/n: oo y’all this is getting interesting frfr. Be prepared for like angst and stuff!

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