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mommypieck · 6 months

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𑄽୧ panties with megumi 𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 30: sniff sniff !!!

✯⁠ megumi fushiguro x reader

✯⁠ warnings: panty sniffing, oral (fem receiving), pussy slapping, he fucks u over ur panties

Megumi feels like shit. It's the middle of the way when he decides to visit your room. The problem is that he knows you aren't there, he knows you have training.

The door opens with a creaking sound under his pressure, and he swiftly sneaks inside.

Your room is clean, just as he thought. The thing he desires the most has to be somewhere, but he's not sure where your closet is.

His hand pets the pillows on your head, and he thinks, what if he just… He falls head first into your pillow, sniffing the scent. They smell just like you, the essence of your perfume and hair shampoo. He turns his head around, his eyes meeting the treasured garment.

He grabs your panties off the floor, pressing them right to his nose. A whine leaves his half-parted lips at the smell. So this is how your precious pussy smells. The thought of your pussy being hidden from him by these panties makes his hand.

Megumi palms himself over his pants, your panties still pressed to his nose. he slowly moves his hand into the rhythm of his breathing. Too lost in the moment, he doesn't notice the door opening.

"Megumi, what are you doing?" your scared voice makes him jump on the bed. You caught him red-handed. Megumi shuffles so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed, his body facing you. The panties still lay on the bed.

"Were you sniffing my panties?" you ask him, eyes going wide, you can't believe the words that leave your mouth. It's obvious he's been doing something with your panties, but maybe all of this is just a little misunderstanding. Megumi shakes his head, looking everywhere but at you. He's a really bad liar.

"I didn't know you liked me," you mutter, blushing as you say so. He turns red too, he did all he could to hide it. But he can't deny it anymore, he's completely obsessed with you.

"I like you too much to let you know," he says. He straightens his back when you step closer to him. You stop right in front of the bed in between his legs. Your arms reach to tangle in his arms, and he leans into your touch.

"I can make your dreams come true," you whisper into his ear. His whole body stops, and he looks you straight in the eyes. Megumi doesn't see any mischief in your eyes, only pure lust.

You let out a yelp when he grabs your hips and throws you on the bed. he doesn't waste any time getting in between your legs.

"Let me look at the pair you are wearing right now," he says with a small smile, pulling your underwear down your legs. Your cheeks turn red at the gesture.

A deep exhale is heard in the room as his eyes lay on your pussy. You're just as he imagined - cute and wet.

"Did you like it when you saw me?" he asks you, and you know he's asking about the wetness in between your legs. To be honest, you did like it. You had a crush on Megumi for so long, but you've never thought he would find you attractive too.

"Do you want me to eat you out?" you get even redder under his question. You want him to touch you, but you want to leave it up to him. You just shrug, making him furrow his eyes.

"Answer me" he orders, slapping your pussy. You yelp, thrusting your pussy involuntarily to meet his hand.

"I do," you whine. You want him to finally touch you, to do anything to you.

He smirks at you before kitten-licking at your clit. Just this small touch is like lightning shooting through your body. His whole face is buried in your pussy as he eats out like a man starved. He has been craving tasting you for so long, he thinks he might cry into your pussy. It's just so delicious.

Megumi has never really eaten girls out. He's always found it disgusting. But for the past year when he's been obsessed with you, he dreamt about tasting you.

"Can I fuck you?" he asks you in between licks. He notices the worried look that's on your face.

"I don't have a condom," you confess. You want him to fuck you so bad, but you're not on birth control, and fucking without any protection is risky.

"I have an idea." he smiles at you, fetching your panties. He pulls them on you again, and you wonder what he wants to do. You wanted him to fuck you, and he's dressing you up?

He positions his cock in front of your panties, thrusting it against your clit. The rubbing of his cock against your pussy feels heavenly on both sides. As much as he wants to fuck you, it's pretty to see your panties get wetter and wetter just from rubbing. The garment is wet with both your juices and his pre cum, sticking right to your skin.

His cock bumps into your clit with every stroke of his cock, making you let the nastiest whines. The noises you make are even better than he could ever imagine, and he feels like he's in heaven.

It's embarrassing how close he is to his release when he leans down to kiss you on the lips. You kiss him back sloppily, eager for his lips. For him whole.

"Are you gonna cum with me?" he asks you, stroking your cheek. His heart melts when you lean to meet his hand. You nod your head, moaning in the process. Megumi holds both of your hands, thrusting his body against you a few more times before cumming on your panties. You follow him when you see the mess he made on your underwear and your tummy.

The room is filled with panting until you break it with your laughter.

"I didn't think my afternoon would end up like this," you tell him, fidgeting with your fingers. You want to do this again with him, but you're so scared to confess it to him.

"Me neither, but I'm happy it did. Now let me clean you up, and if you don't mind, I'm gonna take you out to eat."

Megumi's offer sounds appealing, and you're not even scared of gojo-sensei yelling at you for not attending your training.

Megumi feels like shit. It's the middle of the way when he decides to visit your room. The problem is that he knows you aren't there, he knows you have training.

The door opens with a creaking sound under his pressure, and he swiftly sneaks inside.

Your room is clean, just as he thought. The thing he desires the most has to be somewhere, but he's not sure where your closet is.

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brattysuki · 9 days

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spoiled || paige bueckers

In which Paige loves to take you shopping and buy you anything you want, so long as you thank her properly.

a/n: hello everyone <3 this is my first fic for the wbb community so I hope you all enjoy it!

pairing: pro league!paige bueckers x f!reader

word count: 4.2k I might’ve gotten carried away oops

genre: pwp, smut 18+ only please

warnings: public sex, fingering, cunnilingus, daddy kink, choking, finger sucking, degrading pet names (slut), daddy kink, slapping, ass eating (Paige is an ass eater, you can fight me on this)

“Baby, are you done yet? I wanna get going before traffic gets too heavy.” Paige called out from the bedroom.

You looked over yourself once more in the mirror. Hair? Flawless. Makeup? Dewy. Outfit? Just the right amount of slutty. You were definitely ready. Spraying on some of your favorite perfume, you walked out of the bathroom to meet your girlfriend who waited for you at the edge of the bed.

“Ready, baby.” You smiled, sitting on her lap and kissing her, leaving behind a trace of your fruity lip oil.

Paige licked her lips and inhaled softly, “Smell so good, I might just eat you up.”

“Taste good too.” You smirked before getting up and leaving her to find your shoes in the hallway.

Your girlfriend was quick to follow, shaking her head as she followed behind you, slapping your ass as you bent over to buckle your heels. She grinned at you and handed you your purse. You took it with a smile, leaning in to kiss her.

“Thank you, baby.”

“No problem, princess,” Paige grabbed her keys from the key rack, opening the door for you, “after you.”

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Baby, pa' mí es normal (Ujum), toa' las tienda' reservada'

'Toy a dieta, pero el consumo de ropa alto en grasa, ey

Upon arriving at the mall, Paige held the front door open for you after greeting the usual security guard. He smiled as he locked the doors behind us, reporting into his radio.

“Just us today?” You asked, noticing the odd silence of the shopping mall.

Paige grinned, “Of course, baby. I took the liberty of reserving the entire mall for you today. Can’t have my girl getting distracted during your shopping spree now can I?”

“You spoil me too much.” You blush, taking her hand in yours.

The blonde wore a fake puzzled look on her face, “Me? Spoil you? Nah, baby, this is the minimum of what you deserve.”

The two of you walked around the empty shopping mall, browsing store after store. Despite having the place to yourselves, you couldn’t quite get into the mood of shopping. Instead you found yourself bored and frustrated. An hour had passed by and nothing had yet caught your attention, plus, you were starting to feel an annoying grumble in your stomach.

You huffed as you crossed your arms over each other, pouting at your girlfriend, “I don’t see anything I like.”

“Want some ice cream? Maybe once you’ve had a snack you’ll have some more energy to shop around.” Paige suggested.

She knew better than to ignore your obvious early signs of hangriness, last time she had ignored them, it resulted with you crying over the smallest inconvenience. After nodding in agreement, you followed her to your favorite ice cream stand in the mall. Paige ordered your usual order of a single scoop of vanilla with fresh fruit as toppings as well as a mint chip waffle cone for herself.

“Want me to pay?” You offered, handing her your wallet.

Paige smirked and gently pushed it away, “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s got it.”

Your face went hot as you stared at her, feeling sorry for the poor cashier who had to witness her cheesy attempts at flirting. Your girlfriend hands the worker a twenty dollar bill and gladly receives the two sweet treats, insisting the teenage cashier keeps the change as a tip. After grabbing a few napkins and a spoon, Paige found a quiet corner in the mall for you both to enjoy your ice cream.

You sat down on the plush seat cushion, happily digging into your ice cream. Shoving a spoonful of the frozen dessert into your mouth, you hummed out, “Fank you, baby.”

Paige tilted your chin up to look at her as she sat next to you, “‘s rude to talk with your mouth full ya know. Where’s those manners I taught you, hm?”

A rush of heat washed over your body as you swallowed your mouthful, reminiscing all the other times she’d repeated that phrase to you during not so innocent times. You frowned at her, those intimidating blue eyes intently looking you over as she waited for the correct response to slip past your lips.

“Oh hush, you’re not the boss of me.” You teased, giggling at the way her brows furrowed in frustration.

Paige’s grip on your chin tightened just enough for you to let out a small whine, “Sorry, I don’t quite think that’s how you speak to your girlfriend who has brought you out for a shopping spree. Now, only good girls get gifts. Do you want to know what bad girls get?”

You swallowed thickly, squirming ever so slightly in your seat, “What?”

The blonde leaned down to lick your ear before whispering, “Bad girls get punishments. Do you want to be punished?”

“No…”

A small bite down on your neck warned you that you had one more try to drop the attitude before there were serious consequences.

“No, daddy. I’ll be good for you, promise.” You whispered, shakily shoving another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth so as to not draw too much attention to yourselves.

Paige smiled, “That’s what I thought. Now let’s finish these so we can get back to shopping, yeah?”

Soon after finishing your ice creams, you had found several items that had caught your attention. A new purse to match the dress Paige had bought you last week as well as the matching wallet. The perfume you’d been eyeing for the past month, of course you’d get the perfume set. Who could forget the newest addition to your ever growing jewelry collection, a sparkly diamond bracelet. From an outside perspective, it may have seemed that you were materialistic for adding to the list of items that Paige had cashed out for you— but that couldn’t possibly be further from the truth. Your girlfriend truly loved to spend her hard earned cash on you, a form of gratitude for all the years of unconditional love and support that you had given her throughout the years. You had done more for her than she could even fathom, there were no words to describe how much you meant to her. So she opted to spoil you with all the things you loved and share her wealth with you, after all, without you, there’s no telling where she’d be.

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Booty tight, no quepo en los True Religion (Goddamn)

(¿Cuál es tu size? Que son limited edition)

Dinero hay (Tiene cash), damn right (Duh?)

“Baby, what do you think of this dress?” You held up a beautiful long black dress with a gold chain strap to your body.

Paige observed, feeling the fabric and humming, “It’s pretty, baby. I’m sure it’ll look amazing on you. Do you want it?”

You paused to think, eyeing the several bags hung on your girlfriend’s arms, “Can I try it on first?”

The store employee nodded invitingly, “Of course you can! Let me show you to our dressing room, please feel free to try on as many items as you’d like.”

Paige nodded, allowing you to walk in front of her as the kind worker showed you to a spacious dressing room in the far end of the store. It was so big it could be mistaken for your walk-in closet at home. The tall blonde set down your bags in a corner of the room, smiling at the employee and thanking her once more.

“I’ll let you go ahead and take your time with this gorgeous dress, let me know if you need anything.” She smiled before excusing herself back to the front of the store.

You dropped onto the couch against the back wall of the dressing room, yawning as if you’d just gotten off your third graveyard shift in a row.

Paige shook her head before sitting beside you, gently placing your legs into her lap, “You act like you’ve been doing such gruesome, tiring work. I’m the one doing all the heavy lifting, ya know.”

“My head hurts from all this decision making. Do you know how hard it was for me to decide between which three purses I wanted from that Bottega earlier?” You teased, leaning back onto the arm of the couch into a somewhat lying position.

The blonde’s warm hands sneakily made their way up the dress you were wearing, massaging your legs, “I know, baby. You’re probably so tired of thinking aren’t you?”

“Mhm.” You pouted at her.

“Well, then how about you just stop thinking and let daddy take care of you, yeah? How’s that sound?” Paige suggested, bringing her hand back down to your ankle and bringing it up for a gentle kiss.

You smiled, standing up in front of her and lifting your dress over your head to leave you completely bare minus the black heels you were wearing. “Well, I am gonna need help trying on this dress.”

Paige instinctively reached for your breasts, massaging them before playfully pinching your tender nipples, “Naughty girl, how come you aren’t wearing any underwear?”

“I know how much you appreciate having easy access.” You winked, grabbing the limited edition black dress and slipping it on.

The dress was incredibly soft, rubbing your nipples deliciously as you pulled it down past your hips. The gold chain straps cold against your warm skin, expensive black fabric pooling just above your ankles. You stepped back and turned away from your girlfriend, gesturing for her to help with the clasp on the chains to hold the dress up. Paige stood behind you, securing the straps in place before running her giant hands over your chest. Goosebumps raised over your skin as she leaned down to kiss your neck, massaging your pillowy tits, fingers teasing to pull down the cowl neckline of the dress.

“So naughty today baby, what’s gotten into you?” She kissed her teeth, keeping one hand on your breast as the other snaked down to push your hips back against hers.

You let out a whimper, “N-nothing, just wanted to look pretty in some new clothes for you.”

Paige pulled your tits free from the slinky material of the dress, turning you around to get a good look at what was hers. Your glowing skin, your captivating beauty, and your luscious hair that she loved to pull on. You were a goddess if she’d ever seen one. The dim lighting in the dressing room was absolutely working in your favor, though, Paige couldn’t think of a time where you’ve ever looked less than perfect. Her hands run down your back, leaving behind a burning sensation on your skin before settling on the roundness of your ass which she loved so much. The dress sculpted you perfectly, hugging you as if it were made for you.

“Spin for me.” She ordered, squeezing once before gently shoving you a step back.

You obediently followed her orders, giving her a full turn to appreciate just how perfectly the dress fit you.

Paige groaned as she leaned back onto the couch, “Yeah… we’re definitely buying you this dress— in all the colors.”

“What about the matching heels? They only made so many of them and I’ll be so, so sad if I don’t have a pair,” you pouted, taking the opportunity to sit on her lap and loosely hang your arms around her neck, “I promise I’ll be on my best behavior, daddy.”

Paige felt a surge of wetness in between her thighs, rough hands lifting up your dress to pool around your waist. She placed a playful smack on your ass, reveling in your cute squeal. You felt far too warm for your comfort in between your thighs and couldn’t help but to grind down on her, sighing at the slight pressure on your bare pussy.

“Get on your knees, now.” The blonde ordered, shoving you off her lap but not before placing a loving kiss on your lips.

“Yes, baby.” You knelt before her on the cold floor, sitting on your heels with your hands on her knees.

Paige unbuttoned her pants, “Finish taking these off for me, slut.”

Your hands were quick to undress her lower half, tugging down her jeans and boxers all the way off before setting them down in a nice pile beside her on the couch. You salivated at the sight before you, the most delicious, prettiest, and wettest pussy you’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing— though it was worth noting that it was all the only pussy you’d ever had. Of course, with the way you maneuvered your tongue, Paige had a hard time seriously believing you were a full virgin when you had first met.

“Make me cum, then maybe I’ll let you cum too.” Paige spread her legs, revealing herself to you in all her glory.

“Yes, daddy.” You nodded, spreading her legs further ever so slightly.

You dragged your tongue from her dripping entrance all the way up to her throbbing clit which was just begging to be sucked. Paige let out a quiet sigh, adjusting herself on the couch and scooting closer to your face. You moaned at the taste of her wetness on your tongue, determined to get some more out of her. A trickle of your own nectar had begun to drip down your thigh as well, a reminder of what your true goal was. The warmth of your soft tongue had Paige’s eyes fluttering shut as she tilted her head back to rest on the back of the couch, one hand pressing your face further into her cunt. You began to lick up and down more fervently, occasionally shaking your head side to side.

“Such a good little slut for daddy, you always look so pretty like this. Do you like how I taste baby? It’s all for you.” Paige cooed, looking down at you, gathering your hair out of your face.

You tried to pull away to respond to her, but to no avail. Her grip on your head was too strong, forcing you to speak against her wet pussy, the vibration causing her to shudder. “Mhm— I love it fo mufth.”

Your girlfriend smirked at your weak attempts to speak clearly, “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, remember? Why don’t you try again for me, baby?”

A muffled whine sounded from your wet lips, “I love it fo mufth!”

Paige cut you some slack, loosening her grip on your hair to tug you back harshly, shoving her fingers into your mouth. You gagged around them as drool slipped past the corners of your lips, teary eyes staring back at your girlfriend. You blinked them away as you sucked on her long fingers, bobbing your head as if you were sucking on her strap that you were desperately craving. Her wet hand slapped your cheek with just enough force to leave a slight sting, a wicked grin on her face.

“That’s what you get for speaking with your mouth full, now get back to work. Wouldn’t want the kind lady wondering why we’re taking so long. Then she’d know just how much of a fucking dirty slut you are for eating my pussy in public.”

You shook your head with wide eyes, “N-no!”

Paige shoved your face into her wet cunt once more, bucking her hips up at the sensation of your lips kissing her clit. You flattened your tongue against her and curled the tip of your tongue to catch on her clit with every lick. Her wetness coated the entire lower half of your face, glistening under the warm lights. You knew you didn’t have much time before the store worker would come back checking in on the both of you, so you picked up the pace and began to solely focus on her bundle of nerves.

“Please, daddy,” you looked up at her with doe eyes, “wanna taste your cum. Need you to cum all over my face, please?”

“Ah, fuck. Just like that baby, eat that fucking pussy, baby.” Paige’s legs began to tremble around your head, abs tensing underneath her shirt.

You hummed against her, shaking your head side to side and licking at the spot you knew would surely make her fold. The adrenaline of the risk of getting caught motivated you to go even faster, obscene wet sounds filling the room.

“Cum for me, baby.” You moaned.

Paige bit down on her hand as she bucked up into your mouth, desperately seeking her release as the burning knot in her stomach got tighter and tighter. The sight of you diving into her with zero regard for the consequences of getting caught, solely intent on bringing her to climax turned her on in more ways than she could count. You looked so pretty on your knees, tits bouncing with each bob of your head— nipple piercings sparkling almost as bright as the glimmer in your eyes when you looked at her. The blonde couldn’t hold back any longer, not when you looked at her with such innocence— contradicting the sinfulness of your actions. She held your head in place as her hips bucked uncontrollably against your mouth, strangled moans slipping past her lips as she shut her eyes in pure bliss.

“C-cumming, baby. Fuckfuckfuck!” Paige groaned, her pretty lips parting open with a silent cry as she came all over your tongue.

Her cum gushed out, coating your tongue with her sweetness that you had been craving all this time. You continued to lick her until she had finally come down from her high, hands releasing your hair and gently pulling you off. Your girlfriend always looked so pretty right after an orgasm— face flushed pink, eyes slightly teary, and chest heaving as she struggled to calm herself down. You reached over for your purse, grabbing your water bottle and handing it to her which she kindly accepted.

“You okay?” You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, sitting down beside her.

Your girlfriend nodded slowly, “Yeah, it’s just that- you have a fucking blessing.”

Paige passed you the water before directing you to take a few sips, “Now it’s my turn to have some fun.”

You bit your lip as you put the water bottle back in your purse, turning to look at your girlfriend. Your eyes widened at the sight of her now fully naked, pale skin just begging to be marked. Her lean frame pushed you onto your back, you gladly welcomed her on top of you, your hands roaming the soft skin of her toned back. Your acrylics dug into her skin hard enough to draw a hiss from her lips and maybe leave a red mark or two.

“You look so hot when you’re on top of me.” you smiled at her.

The blonde leaned in for a kiss, biting your bottom lip as you wrapped your legs around her. You felt yourself melt into the kiss, heart beating at a thousand miles per hour as she nudged her knee against your pussy. Your skin felt as it was on fire, aching for the slightest touch.

You broke the kiss, “Baby, please. I can’t wait any longer.”

Paige smirked, “What do you need? Use your words, slut.”

“Need you to make me cum… I’ve been good.”

“Use. Your. Words.” Paige’s hand wrapped around your throat as a warning, “or am I not being clear enough with my orders?”

You batted your lashes at your girlfriend, her gold chain dangling in your face, “Want you to eat my pussy please, daddy.”

“Of course, princess. Since you’ve been so good for me,” She flipped you onto all fours, pushing your face into the couch cushion and leaned over you to whisper in your ear, “Been dying to taste you since before we left the house.”

Paige then sat back on her heels, big hands firmly planted on your ass to spread you wide open. She licked her lips at the sight of your pretty tight hole puckering back at her. Desire and temptation ruling over her, she couldn’t help but to sink her teeth into your soft skin. You let out a whine and jolted forward in pain, though that only spurred her on to smack your ass.

You wiggled impatiently, “Paigeee, come on. No more teasing.”

Finally, she placed a soft kiss onto your dripping hole. Her tongue expertly licked around your folds, collecting every drop of your sweet, sweet, candy. You sighed in relief as you pushed yourself back, her face engulfed by the globes of your ass. Paige moaned as she pulled your hips closer, fat tongue licking you up and down passionately. There was not a centimeter left untouched by her. You felt her tongue probe at your entrance before slipping in, the warm muscle thrusting in and out as she brought a hand down to rub your clit. You couldn’t help but shake your ass on her face as you felt your eyes roll back at the pleasure. Small gasps fell from your mouth, legs quivering.

“Hello? Everything alright in there? Do you guys need anything? Perhaps a different size?” The store worker knocked on the door, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to raise.

Paige pulled away to whisper, “Answer her, baby.”

“Y-yes! We-uh, I would like to try this dress on in pink as well please! T-thank you.” You called out, fighting back all the whimpers you so desperately wanted to let out as Paige inserted a finger into your sopping cunt.

“Very well then, I’ll bring that right away.” The click of her heels faded away in the distance.

Paige’s long fingers fucked you deliciously, hitting that sweet spot with every single pump. Her tongue poked at your puckered hole, circling it teasingly. You let out a whine as she licked you from top to bottom, wiggling as a silent request for more.

“Throw that ass back, baby. Let daddy see what a slut you are.”

You obeyed, of course you did. How could you not when she had you on cloud nine? Your hips had a mind of their own, throwing it back as if your life depended on it. Paige’s own moans were muffled by your wet folds, licking them up and down feverishly as she continued to fuck you with her slender fingers. Her tongue played with your clit as you began to shake, signaling you were close.

“D-daddy, faster please!” You whined, feeling yourself teetering over the edge.

Paige grunted as she curled her fingers downward, causing you to nearly cry out for her. You bit your lip as she continued to abuse your poor cunt, claiming it as hers over and over again. It felt like the room was spinning, your stomach clenching as she slurped and made the most ungodly sounds. Your girlfriend shoved in a third finger, stretching you just enough to push you over the edge. Her free hand rubbed at your clit, mouth catching the mini spurts of fluid spraying from your pussy.

“That’s it, cum for daddy.” She cooed, slowing down her movements as you fell flat on your stomach.

“Fuck…” you croaked out, feeling the familiar throb in between your legs.

Paige rubbed your back soothingly, waiting for you to come back down to earth. She reached for your purse and grabbed some of your personal wet wipes—which you always kept on hand in case of an emergency— and gently wiped you down, being mindful of your sensitivity. Once assuring you were cleaned up, she cleaned herself up as well, handing you your dress before slipping back into her own clothes. After a few moments, you finally mustered up the energy to dress yourself and lean against your girlfriend.

“I love you, you know that right?” She tilted your face up to look at her.

You smiled at her, “I know. I love you too, Paige.”

A knock sounded against the dressing room door, “Excuse me, I’ve brought you the dress you requested. I’ll leave it hanging outside the door!”

Your girlfriend interjected, “Actually, if its not too much of a bother, would you mind bringing the dress in every color you have available to the counter? We’ll be taking all of them.”

“Pai-“ you furrowed your brows.

“Shh, let me.” She smiled softly.

The worker paused, “Sounds great, I’ll have those ready for you.”

Paige stood up, helping you up as well before collecting your bags as well as the new dress you had yet to buy. After making sure you both looked fairly presentable, you followed her out of the dressing room and back to the front of the store— a faint soreness in between your thighs reminding you of the actions that took place on that poor couch. The employee greeted you with a big smile and a huge pile of dresses, all neatly folded on the counter like your girlfriend had requested.

“Here are your dresses, Ms. Bueckers, is there anything else I can grab for you?”

Paige looked over at you.

“The heels?” You asked shyly.

Your girlfriend turned to the sales lady, “We’ll also be taking the corresponding matching heels. Thank you.”

“Of course, give me one second.” She replied before walking off into the back.

You looked up at your girlfriend, or more so, sugar daddy it felt like, “Thank you, daddy.”

Paige leaned down to kiss you, “Anything for my princess.”

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gaysindistress · 3 months

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No one asked for this butttt here's a little fake dating drabble I wrote for @bucks-and-noble's Valentrope fest.

Part two

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“I hate you.”

“It’ll pass.”

“No I actually hate you.”

Bucky sighs as he slumps into the hard chair he keeps saying he’s going to get rid of. A glass of whiskey dangles from his hand that is draped over the chair’s arm.

“You don’t hate me, doll. I don’t think you even have it in you to hate me or anyone for that matter.”

From my spot curled up in the chair opposite of him, I glower at him. I’m trying to get him to agree to the half baked plan I came up with trying to sleep last night but he’s not budging. All I need him to do is pretend to be my boyfriend for a wedding this weekend. I already have the backstory for us figured out and I even came up with a few ways for us to break up. All he needs to do is sit pretty, remember our story, and pretend to be in love with me.

“Don’t ‘doll’ me, Barnes. I could not hate you more than I do right now.” I try to sound serious but it’s like a toddler trying to say hospital; it doesn’t sound right no matter how many times I try.

He takes a sip of his drink, eyeing me as the nasty liquid slips past his lips and down his throat. I’ve never understood how he can drink something that tastes so awful and burns going down.

“What about Sam? I can pay him to do it.”

Groaning, I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut.

“No Bucky. It has to be you. Sam’s great but I-kind-of-already-told-everyone-about-you.” The last part is incredibly rushed and I really hope that he didn’t hear it.

My hopes are crushed though. He coughs and chocks on his whiskey.

“I’m sorry. You did what now?” He rasps out in a scratchy voice.

“Dont make me say it again.”

I hear him get up and softly approach me. His shoes make almost no sound as he walks across the Persian rug he let me pick out last year. He told me his office needed updating and handed me his black card. Obviously I had to buy everything that I wanted so that when he wanted to update again, I could take it all home.

Bucky crouches in front of me and puts his hands on my knees. My head lolls forward and I stare down at him with puppy dog eyes. It’s not going to work but it’s worth a shot.

“No, no doll put those away.” He whispers to me with a light squeeze to my knees, “now tell me what you did again.”

“I already told everyone about you.”

“And who is everyone?”

“Buckyyyy,” I whine and try to pull my legs away but he holds them in place. “Please don’t be mean right now.”

He chuckles at my manipulation. Shaking his head, he stands up and leans over me, placing a hand on either side of my chair. His cologne is faint after his long day but I can still smell hints of its vanilla and tobacco notes.

“If you want me to play your boyfriend then you’ll have to toughen up. I can’t have my girl,” he murmurs as he brushes those plump lips against my cheekbone, “crying the second I tell her no.”

My heart stutters when he starts to trail light kisses from my cheek to the corner of my lips. Like a true tease, he skips over to the other corner and then kisses the tip of my nose.

“Can you do that for me?”

“Are you going to come with me?” I shoot back.

Bucky smirks against my lips. “Of course I am, doll.”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #mob au #mob!bucky barnes imagine #mob!au #marvel fanfiction #mob!bucky #mob bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob bucky x reader #mob bucky barnes #mob bucky au #fake dating au

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strongheartneteyam · 4 months

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𖧷 Headcanons

Neteyam bringing you breakfast in bed ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

(human AU)

Pairing: human!neteyam x female!reader

cw: wholesome fluff, neteyam treating reader so damn right, use of "baby" and "princess", kissing, oral sex (female receiving), brief dirty talk

This was an idea from this cute anon 💕 I hope you enjoy, angel 💌

Not proofread. Sorry but without my glasses I can't do much reading :’(

♡ Neteyam is the kind of boyfriend who is always busy with the many activities he likes to do as he's a very active person (such as his studies, exercising, work, archery classes) + how he's incredibly often taking care of Tuk or just looking over Lo'ak and making sure he doesn't get into too much trouble at school (and also tutoring him because our boy Lo doesn't have big brains, you know?)

♡ Despite his busy schedule, he always makes an effort and ends up finding enough time to be with you and to pamper you with cute dates, gifts such as stuffies and your favorite foods and to have you sleep over at his home (he's got his own apartment now as he's in his early, almost mid twenties)

♡ Last night you two went out to eat pasta in one of your favorite restaurants, one that serves many kinds of pasta, from more traditional ones to ones with seafood on them. You two ate so much, your tummies got big and you both slept like babies once you got to his small but cozy apartment.

♡ You wake up with a tender kiss on your forehead and when you open your eyes, you see Neteyam standing in all his 6’1 glory, smiling and holding a huge tray in his big hands, full of delicious food. You can smell fresh made black coffee - he knows it is your favorite. “Morning, sleepyhead. I'd ask if you're hungry but you always are so…” He steals a joyful laughter from you with this sentence

♡ When you sit down and Neteyam sits next to you, your eyes see how many different foods he brought you. Besides coffee, there's froot loops with milk on a pink bowl (he keeps dishes and spoons etc just for you at his home <3), a croissant, another pink bowl with strawberries, kiwi and banana cut in pieces. There's also slices of cheese and some fried bacon. You smile widely “Baby, you didn't have to spoil me like this!” Neteyam answers “Of course I have to. You're my little princess and I love you.” He gives you a sweet kiss on the lips “I love you more. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.”

♡ Neteyam happily watches you eat and you two talk about trivial stuff and act like a cute couple in love. When you're finished eating all that food, you hear him say: “Now open these legs ‘cause it's my time to eat” You almost choke on the coffee you're drinking. Neteyam takes the tray away and puts it on the nightstand.

♡ You see Neteyam sneaking between your legs, kissing your inner thighs and looking up at you with pervy eyes. His kisses are so good and he looks so fucking sexy that you just can't say “no”.

♡ Neteyam starts taking your panties off while kissing your belly slowly (you slept in only panties and an old cotton t-shirt of his) and when your pussy is exposed to him, he helps you lay down on your back and opens your legs for him. Neteyam laps at your already wet folds with his warm tongue, tasting you. “God, how do you taste so good, baby? I'm addicted to eating you out.” He starts sucking your clit, making you moan in pleasure. You close your eyes and just enjoy the incredibly skilled oral Neteyam is giving you until you're crying in ecstasy and your legs are shaking.

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exhaslo · 6 months

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ngl you should really write more like feral miguel idk if i spelled it right…

MHMMMMMMMMM I LOVE me some Feral Miguel O'Hara. With all the stuff I got going on it's hard for me to squeeze more shorts in, but fear not. I got chu fam.

Warning: Smut, P in V, breeding, size kink, and oh so so much more.

Summary: You just had to interrupt Miguel after he specifically told you not to.

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Miguel has has enough with the week. Each day just kept pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Everyday there was something going wrong, something to add to his stress; and everyday you were there to tempt him. Not only was Miguel ready to murder someone, but he was also ready to fuck your brains out.

Groaning lowly to himself, Miguel tried to ease his pain. He was nearly rutting against his desk, trying to distract his brain from his aching cock. It had been a few days since he touched himself. It had been a good fifteen hours since he had heard your voice. Smelled that sweet scent you gave off. Drank up the way your suit hugged your body so perfectly.

"Shit," Miguel cussed as he shook.

Miguel had to stop thinking about you. He was getting harder at the thought of you begging and crying under him. Maybe, just a small touch. He did sent out a message to everyone to leave him alone for the rest of the day.

"Miguel~ You sounded stressed earlier, so I brought you a little gift~" You cooed, holding up a bottle of liquor.

"You need to leave," Miguel hissed. You swung up to his platform, leaning over him,

"It isn't good if the leader is stressed!" You huffed.

Miguel inhaled deeply, taking in your scent. His eyes open wide as he snapped his head in your direction. You smelled stronger. You were trying to open the bottle, squeezing the bottle between your thighs. Miguel hovered over you, grabbing the bottle and your hands. He brought one of your hands to his lips, licking them and inhaling the scent more.

"M-Miguel" You stuttered, growing red. Miguel pinned you against his desk, his tongue swirling around your fingers,

"Te dije que te fueras. No puedo parar ahora, no después de oler tus dulces jugos en tus dedos. (I told you to leave. I can't stop now, not after smelling your sweet juices on your fingers.)" He groaned.

You squeaked, growing more embarrassed by the second. Miguel swapped your fingers for your lips as he feverish kissed you. His hips rutting into yours, desperate for contact. His bulge was practically fucking your cunt. If only the suits were not in the way.

You muffled a moan as Miguel lifted you onto his desk. His talons ripping the bottom of your suit, revealing your soaked sex. He licked his lips, deactivating his suit. Unable to wait, Miguel held your hips as he kept swallowing your moans as he entered his cock within you tight gummy walls.

"I'll taste you next time, right now, I just need to fuck you," Miguel groaned lowly, slapping his hips into yours.

"Y-Yes!" You whimpered, shaking as his tip bruised your cervix with each thrust.

Miguel grunted as you moaned under him. Finally, he got to shut you up by shoving his large cock inside your pussy. His pupils were blown as he watched your face contort with pleasure. His pace grew faster and harsher, wanting to hear more. He had the whole rest of the day to fuck you. To make you his.

"Look at you, swallowing my cock so good. Tú también querías esto, ¿eh? Querías que mi polla te follara así de bien. Nadie más puede hacerte un desastre como yo. Nadie más puede convertirte en mamá. (You've wanted this too, huh? You wanted my dick to fuck you this good. No one else can make you a mess like I can. No one else can make you a mommy.)"

"Mhpm~ M-Mig..." You cried out, reaching your orgasm. Miguel rutted into you deeper,

"That's right. You're mine. Let everyone know who you belong too." He grunted, feeling you twitch and suck him in more, "Say it. Say what you want me to do to you."

"A-Ah~ M-Miguel!" You held onto him, feeling your vision blur from his brutal pace, "I-In...I-Inside!"

Miguel could only smirk as he gave you what you wanted. He thrusted his cock deep into you. His cum filling your womb. Miguel watched as you took deep breathes, relaxing from your high. He tilted his head as you gave him a satisfied look,

"We're not done yet. I have a lot of stress and a lot more to teach you," He started to slap his hips once more, watching you whimper, "I'm going to make sure you think of nothing but me. We have the whole day for you to learn your lesson,"

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Don't know why, but I totally had this other idea while in the middle of writing this one hehehe, won't tell you guys what it is until after I do my mini series~

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel

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tastesousweet · 14 days

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (x) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : after three resentful weeks apart, only matt and y/n could find themselves more fond of each other.

warnings : angst, fluffy, mentions of alcohol and weed, sort of proofread

mickey speaks : THANK U FOR UR PATIENCE SWEET ANGELS HERE’S THE 10TH PART FOR YOU!!! tgwtt is already in double digits 🥹 only like 8 more parts to go

THIS IS PART TEN GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST PLEASE!!!

"COME on y/n we'll have so much fun!"

you haven't had a night out in weeks.

following matt's party, you swore off alcohol until your own birthday in mid-september, afraid of the amount you'd allow yourself to consume now that you're feelings are supremely hurt and bitterness coated your tongue.

it was difficult to turn down the first week, despite the smell and taste of any drink making your stomach turn you craved the drunken effect and secretly wanted to run into matt- just to see what he'd have the nerve to say to you. but the mature, wiser part of your brain knows there is nothing good to come from spiteful drinking. so you've declined every weekend.

you know in your heart that your friends only want you to feel good and have fun with them. it's the only reason you've tolerated this current conversation for so long.

"i believe you! but i'm just saying i'll have just as much fun with this bowl of strawberries and my bed," you reach into a cabinet for one of the many off-white glass bowls.

"baby you haven't been out with us in so long, we miss you!" remi beams kicking her legs as she sits atop your counter, fully dressed and decorated for her night out (contrasting the bare face, oversized tee, and panties you wear).

you sigh and look over to the three girls huddled in your kitchen, "no, you guys know 'm not drinking right now," you shake your head and push off of the counter heading towards the fridge in search of your berries.

"i'm just confused on why you're suddenly so strict on drinking? and regardless of the drinking you could have fun without it if you loosen up a bit..." erin replies while resting her body against the wall next to remi's spot.

you roll your eyes while your face is still in your fridge before shutting it back, "i don't understand what's not clicking erin, i don't want to go out at all! i want to stay at home and be away from drunk people and watch something brainless and then i wanna go take a fucking bath. i'm so tired of having to explain and repeat myself. please go, please have a good time, and please- respectfully, mind your business."

you run water over your strawberries and andrea's eyes widen as she turns back towards the counter to pour herself another shot.

"alright, whatever.” erin shakes her head, “dre, remi, i'm gonna go wait outside this is annoying. she can stay bitter," she walks out and whispers, "bitch," under her breath before shutting the door.

it's silent for a second as you begin to harshly cut the stems off of the fruit, remi comes behind you and wraps a caring arm over your shoulder for a hug, "are you okay?"

"yes, i'm fine, you can go have fun..." you turn to face her and offer a strawberry.

"i really do miss you,” you kisses your shoulder and bites into the strawberry, “love you," she reminds you as she grabs her bag and dismisses herself to check with erin. you nod your head and continue to stare blankly as you repeatedly cut.

andrea speaks up after hearing the door fully shut. she breathes heavily as she stares down at her hands on the counter, "cariña ("honey"), you’re not a bitch.”

“i know…” your voice is small.

“i know you do. i also know something’s hurting you badly right now and i selfishly wish you’d fucking tell me so i could help.” she licks her glossed lips, “but as long as you’re being kind to yourself, i can deal with you keeping this to yourself.”

your eyes brim with salty tears and when you let out a broken sniffle she's immediately by your side. "nooo don’t cry, i’m already pre-drunk! you know i will too!" you try to continue preparing your fruit but andrea turns your body to make room for a warm hug. you're quick to tuck your face into her perfumed neck and let out your feelings through cry's.

you had always thought that what andrea (or anyone) didn't know about your sex life with matt wouldn't kill her, but quite frankly it's killing you. you want to tell her everything he’s ever made you feel- for all andrea knows matt was once a silly crush and currently a little less than a friend to you.

but at the same time you just know she would tell you to stop seeing him if she knew everything. she would remind you that at your core you are far too caring and attached to handle recurring casual sex with him in the first place.

"i'm so sorry, drea. i really wanna tell you but i’m not ready." you croak pitifully.

not ready to accept the embarrassment of wanting him to like you this bad.

and for someone as willingly vulnerable as you, you’re especially not ready to hear her scold you a little for somehow hurting your own feelings and putting your friendship with erin on a thin line over some guy.

your words only confuse her brain more, but she can only continue to rub circles into your back and silently pray you didn’t do something illegal or, like, morally cruel.

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matt would love to say he hasn’t thought about you since you bitched out on him the night of his birthday, but he could never just blatantly lie.

he can say he has gone the past few weeks without reaching out to you- which mostly speaks to both of your stubbornness and pride.

in fact, you’re part of his reason for having his own night in tonight- though it’s far less sadistic of a reason than yours. he’s simply grown bored of the repetitive night life he and his friends have.

you were always there for him to tease and secretly fuck around with whenever your friend groups would combine for the night. but as of late he’s left sitting at the bar swigging down beers and scrolling on his phone (sometimes he’d get irrationally irritated at you for not posting on your instagram or snapchat stories, feeling a as if it was a direct punishment to remove him from knowing any details about your life) or until the rest of the group throw the towel in.

on the worst and most irritating of nights he’ll take an uber home by himself. and those were the nights he would get so close to being irrational- showing up to your house and confronting you was oh so enticing. but he’d talk himself out of it and go home to fuck his fist like you’d probably tell him to do.

and on the most horny and pathetic of nights he'd end up in the backseat of his car finger-fucking erin with her tongue in his mouth. it ended at that though, matt's skin started to crawl thinking of when you rode him in the front seat not too long ago. he had pinched his eyes shut and pulled erin's hands away from his zipper, swaying her with some sweet "i just wanted to make you feel good s’all" and a kiss before she left and he awkwardly drove himself home- pondering how little self control he had to be desperate enough to do even get that far.

so, he didn’t even bother to go out tonight. when chris and nick asked him through his closed door, he told them he’ll stay in for some “peace and quiet.” really, he just couldn’t stand to be disappointed by the guaranteed lack of you being there.

he sits in his desk chair, legs spread casually, and sketchbook held against his thigh as he scribbles around to formulate a few rough outlines for upcoming clients. somewhere in the mix he begins to sketch out a familiar cartoon cat, which only irritates him and makes him close the book abruptly, shoving it into his desk’s drawer.

matt rubs his hands over his face a few times and lifts himself from the chair, heading straight for his bedside table. he bites at his lips while digging through the drawer, eventually finding the pretty red hot blunt you rolled and gifted him.

he makes his way out to the patio, not bothering to turn the outdoor lights on; blunt, lighter, and phone in tow. he slouches into one of the many chairs near the glass door and places the blunt between his lips, shuffling as he digs in his back pocket for his lighter.

the spark of the bright flame highlights his focused face for only a few seconds while he pricks the end of the misshapen yet smoothly rolled blunt. he breathes in the smoke immediately, throwing the lighter onto a table nearby. he tilts his backwards to blow out swirls of smoke above him.

matt initially wants to wait to call you until he feels high enough, mostly to give him an excuse for calling in the first place because he knows you’ll be expecting one. but he can't fucking wait, he wants to know what you're doing right now.

matt continues to effortlessly inhale and exhale several hits as he searches his phone for your contact.

his thumb hovers over the dull button that would change a lot for him. calling you means looking like a dumbass, as if he can't handle not knowing you (apparently he can’t but he wouldn’t admit to it). calling you means he’s breaking this implied break up- for complete lack of better terms.

but who’s to say you’ll even answer and give him a chance to do any of that? and suddenly his phone is vibrating in his hand as he raises it to his ear.

it takes four rings for you to answer, though you're completely silent on the other end. he waits and you wait. he truly didn’t think this far ahead. you only give him a few extra seconds to be silent before you hang up all together.

matt kisses his teeth and redials. when you eventually answer again he speaks through the smoke in his lungs, "hi. why'd you hang up?"

"matt, don't call my phone and expect me to speak to you first." your voice has a bite to it that still surprises matt a little. it's so infrequent for you to be harsh or upset (as long as matt has known you, you've been nothing but cheerful and well… sunny) that it's oddly pleasant to see how you handle negative emotions- it reminds him that you’re not always good, something he’d always weirdly envied about you.

he releases more smoke in the air around him, "my bad, sweetheart."

"just tell me why you’re calling. are you drunk or ...?"

"no. i just wanted to know what you're doing."

you sigh heavily, "why does that concern you...?"

his eyes pinch as he stares out into the dark backyard, "why're you bein' so difficult? 'm just trying t-"

"matt. get there, please." you rush, though you secretly are enjoying hearing his voice and the romanticized idea that he must care a little if he’s reaching out again.

“yeah.” he takes a breath, “i don’t know. i’m just, like, here…by myself, and i wanted to remember what you sounded like.”

you smirk to yourself but drop it immediately, “okay…well, this is what i sound like.”

“yes, so soothing, i could fall asleep right here,” you can hear him audibly stretch.

“oh, i’m putting you to sleep?” you tease.

“yeah, i need you to come over and wake me up,” he inhales once more.

you’re silent and he breathes out again, “fuck was that too much- i’m sorry.”

“definitely. i need you to calm down, sir.”

“oh i’m so calm, baby,” he moans out playfully.

“matt, i’ll hang up-”

“woah! let’s not make such rash decisions?!”

“okay then.”

“thank you for answering,” his voice is muffled, “you could’ve blocked me- i talked to you so crazy that night and i do feel bad about, i want you to know.” he pauses and you silently process as he continues to compliment you, “you’re the only woman besides, like, my mother, who is just classy as fuck and way too kind to everyone whether they deserve it or not.”

you could never have expected to hear any words of admiration from matt in regards to you. “oh my god, are you near a couple of trees right now? how’d you get so sappy all of a sudden?”

matt takes a second to register your joke before his entire face crinkles and he shakes his head, giggling, “bad joke. such a bad joke.”

you let yourself laugh a little as well before pulling together, “thank you for apologizing, i honestly didn’t expect that from you.”

“well i don’t hand them out like that so i guess you’re lucky or something.”

“i guess i am…” you smile into your words a little.

“what have you been doing?”

“like the past few weeks or right now?”

“i was talking about right now but you can say both.”

“just was checking! i don’t want to talk to much, i know you’d hate to listen to it.”

“heyyy! really? throwin’ some shit i just told you i didn’t mean right in my face like that?”

“i’m sorry i had to!”

“you were holding on to that one, huh?”

“just a little.”

“okay, tell me everything and i’ll listen.”

“i know i made it seem like i’ve been doing a lot but i’ve honestly just been working a bunch. it’s not as much of a nightmare as it sounds though- working long shifts has helped me fall asleep quicker. i’ve also started cooking a lot more whenever im bored which andrea looooves. and… um, right now i’m taking a bath.”

matt’s eyes widen and he chuckles, “dammit! i knew i should’ve facetimed instead!”

you bite your lip to hold back a laugh yourself, “what are you doing, matt?”

“guess.”

“i mean, i know you’re smoking but you could be in a random bedroom at a party or like, at some other bitch’s house…i don’t know, i’m just guessing!”

“never that,” he laughs- which you can’t decipher as a sarcastic or genuine one -and explains further, “‘m at home, outside with that perfect little blunt you made.”

“oh, for real?”

“uh huh, she’s treating me real good.”

“i’m glad. can you finish telling me how you’ve been?”

“yeah, um-”

“mattttt!” a very drunk nick suddenly yells while sliding open the glass door.

matt literally jumps and is immediately annoyed, you can hear it in his voice despite it being muffled now, “dude, you scared the shit out of me! what do you need?”

“hello to you too, ugh, i forgot you’re all moody right now. what are you even doing it’s all dark and shit?” nick hangs on the door has he peeks outside.

matt gets up to close the door again, “mind your business, nick. move, you’re in the way.”

“hmm, you are so weird.” nick squints his eyes and turns away yelling chris’ name in a blood curdling scream (for absolutely no reason besides the fact that he thought it’d be funny to see chris drunkenly run into the living room).

“hey, you still there?”

“mhm, yes”

“nick and chris just got back from the bar so i’ll have to help them chill out, um, yeah. i wanna hang out again. not even just to fuck if you aren’t cool with that yet, if we can be friends around our friends we can be friends by ourselves.”

friends? you and matt? hm. “that’d be nice, do you wanna just come over like usual?”

“i mean i could but we can do whatever you want, seems like you’ve been home a lot so, you know.” his voice gets more distracted as he speaks

“okay, i’ll let you know. good night.”

“sounds good, sweetheart.”

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MATT - 6:30 PM

Are you done yet?

Y/N - 6:52 PM

yes i’m coming now

“i’m sorry again for keeping you so late y/n, you really didn’t have to stay and help me close!” your coworker, angela, beams as she follows you out of the back door with a trash bag.

“don’t worry about it,” you smile to her as you walk with her to the large dumpster on the side of the building.

she throws a bag the size of her torso into the bin with a mumble of ‘ew’ before turning to you, “don’t say that! i know you have that date thing tonight, i don’t want you to be late.”

“i told you it’s not a date! we’re hanging out as friends.”

she rolls her eyes while putting her travel sized hand sanitizer back into her purse, “y/n don’t start with that…it’s totally a date from what you’ve told me.”

you both continue to walk towards the back parking lot,“trust me, he’s made it clear he’s not that kind of guy.”

“then why waste your time?”

right when you go to defend yourself you hear a car door shut, drawing your attention to the man of the hour, who’s locking the doors of his sleek black suv as his jaw works a minty piece of gum.

his black tee exposes his tattoos and his jean shorts are held up with his favorite black belt. you can see his light eyes are squinted due to the sun’s undying brightness from where you stand.

angela turns to you with a full smirk and softly slaps your arm, whispering and giggling, “girl, he’s hot!”

“oh my god!” you have an uncontrollable smile as you look at her, “stop it!” you look over again and this time matt is leaning against his car, ready to catch your eye and send you a wave of his fingers with his eyebrows raised.

you wave back then turn away once more, “‘kay i should probably go but i’ll see you wednesday, right?” you lean in for a hug.

“yes i’ll be here,” she smiles into the embrace as you kiss into the air to the side of her head, “you’ll have to give me all the deets!”

“mhm,” you hum as you both part ways, “bye ang!”

you approach matt without any rush and he takes the time to gaze over your complexion (far more radiant than the last time he’d seen you) and the way your mini jean skirt compliments the blushed red top you’re wearing. “hi sunny,” he grins and reaches a hand out to bring you into a hug, only for you to set the handle of your small purse in it. he kisses his teeth playfully, “it’s still like that, huh?”

“like what?” you condescendingly look up at him.

“alright, girl,” he dismisses, “where are we goin?“

“it’s a surprise for a reason matt!”

“okay… then i’m assuming you’ll drive?”

“not exactly..” you spin on your heel and walk away from him as a hint to follow you.

he wraps an arm around your shoulder as the two of you walk down the busy sidewalk, he gives a couple of glances down at your phone while also navigating the two of you. “metro?” he reads aloud.

“mhm,” you reply and smile to yourself while adding the tickets to your apple wallet.

“wow, you really planned this shit out.”

“i’ve never half-assed something in my life,” you say as you both stop at a cross walk.

“never? you have a brother, right?” he asks and you nod, “i’m sure he’d be able to come up with something.”

“probably,” you shrug and grab his wrist when the walking sign lights. “we’re gonna make it just in time, the bus comes at 7:10.”

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the seating on the bus is comfortably squished; you sit in the window seat and matt next to you, moving his limbs inward to give room to those walking in the isle.

you reapply a faded shade of red, black cherry to your lips while using your phone camera. matt watches with his lips pursed in awe. “that shade looks nice on you,” he says softly.

you’re already feeling giddy internally and he’s forcing you to blow your unbothered cover at this point, “thank you,” you smile and turn to see him already close to your face, looking at your eyes then lips. you just have to close the space by giving him a small kiss, mumbling, “it looks good on you too, see,” you move your phone so that he can see his lips outlined with the stain of you.

he laughs and pouts his lips while checking himself out in your camera, making the risky move to take a photo of himself, before giving your cheek a kiss.

౨ৎ

“jesus, for forty fucking minutes you better have brought me to an all inclusive resort!” matt complains while dramatically stretching his back.

the sun was now peeking down and the flashing lights of santa monica pier were extra enticing. “stop, we’re gonna have so much fun! look!” you point at the energetic strip with a childish grin.

“alright, let’s go then,” he tilts his head towards the fair.

౨ৎ

“definitely could have gone without that last ride- wayyy too many dips,” matt holds his stomach dramatically.

“i could tell, you were screamin’ like crazy,” you smirk as the two of you stand in the line at one of the many food trucks. two hours into being there and you’ve rode almost all of the rides, it was expected for matt to ask to stop for some sort of food eventually.

“barely.” he rolls his eyes, “what do you want?”

“i’ll have a water and one of those bomb pops,” you tell him.

“that’s not really food, are you gonna be good with that for right now?” he clarifies.

“yes, matt. thank you,” you smile and matt waves you off as he approaches the tall window to order.

“hey, what’s up man? i’ll just have a water, one of those fourth of july a bomb pops, medium fry and a modelo in a can please,” he flashes a smile and pays quickly.

you thank him and the cashier as you take hold of the items you asked for. “can we go walk on the beach?” you ask him.

“yeah, it’ll be dark as shit, but yeah,” he responds lightly and shoves a few fries into his mouth.

౨ৎ

“when i was younger my mom would bring me and my brother to the pier every summer since i was seven maybe?” the waves crash softly in the background as matt lays between your legs, despite the scratchy denim of your skirt. “when i was eleven my brother would want to go off with his friends in high school and my mom wasn’t a fan of the rides, so she would bring me to walk on the beach with her instead.” you recall out loud after matt had asked what made you want to come here today.

“mmm, reminds me of east coast beaches when i was a kid. we’d make a whole day out of it and pack up my mom’s minivan.” you stretch his scalp hypnotically, “just being rowdy and annoying as hell on the ride there and sleeping on the way back. being a kid is, like, the best and we never realize it when we’re there.”

“isn’t it kind of sweet that we don’t? kids don’t even understand the concept of missing childhood or being nostalgic until they’re older. if eight year old me were constantly dwelling on what’s passed i know she’d go insane. i mean, even now, everyone is always chasing previous feelings and never fully in tune with the one present.” you look out at the waves that softly build up and crash repeatedly.

matt licks his lips and opens his eyes, sitting up from your lap, “holy shit, sunny,” he kisses you and pulls away to laugh, “you just made me sound like a dumbass.”

he keeps a hold of your face, “matt you’re not dumb, everyone is nostalgic for something,” you kiss him again to seal your words.

matt pulls away and you stands up and begin to remove your shirt leaving you in a lacy bra, “come on,” you tilt your head and matt immediately stands up to cover you.

“the fuck do you mean, ‘come on’?” he starts to laugh while looking around for anyone around.

you roll your eyes at his protection and unbutton your skirt, “take a dip with me.”

“no?! y/n, that water is freezing...”

you pull down your pants to reveal a small pair of matching lacy panties that matt can barely see in the dark but he just knows would send him over the edge.

“matttt,” you pout and bring his hands to your exposed ass, lifting his chin to capture his lips in your own, “please?” you look up at him.

he pinched his eyes shut, “baby, put your clothes back on…”

“alright be lame,” you take his hands off of you and run into the empty beach with a freeing laugh.

matt stands there, not wanting to yell and draw attention to you both, but also not wanting to freeze to death.

“matt! the water’s not even that cold, come here!” you exclaim, wading in the shallow water.

“no, i’ll just wait here until you’re done cooling off…”

“matt, please! what if i-” you pretend to fall backwards and start to fake a drowning scene that has him undressing to his boxers quickly.

he ignores the rush in his blood from the surprise of the water’s temperature in favor of getting you out of there. he calls your name over and over, the pitch black look of the ocean doing absolutely nothing to help.

he’s pretty freaked out when you come back up and jump on his back yelling, “you saved me! you saved me!” with a cackle.

matt immediately groans and slaps the water, “fuck you, why would you ever do some shit like that?!”

you giggle and he throws you off his back easily, turning around to be face to face with you as you wipe your eyes, “oh my god matt, my mascara’s gonna run!”

“maybe we should think of these things before running into the ocean?”

you stop wiping underneath your eyes to forcefully push him under the water, giggling at the sound of the crash and his “don’t-!” right before.

“no more,” he spits out water and scolds you when he comes back up, inching closer to you and holding you by your hips as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“okay,” you agree and go to kiss his wet face just as he quickly unhooks you and throws you back under.

“matt!” you squeal as you resurface to hear him laughing, “dude, i’m gonna kill you.”

“truce, truce, truce!” he repeats and backs away from you.

“yeah, you better run,” you threaten.

౨ৎ

“your eyelashes are like sooo long when they’re wet,” you compliment as you stare at matt under the moon’s light.

he pulls you closer him to stop his mouth from chattering due to the cold, “i’ll give you my lash routine,” he jokes.

“i realized something when we got off the phone the other day,” you bring up, as your eyes run over each of his facial features.

“tell me,” he rolls his icy lips into his mouth.

“i never said sorry for being nasty to you on your birthday.”

matt’s eyes squint, “it’s fine, i’m not hung up on that shit. we said we’re good, right?”

“yes, but-”

“alright then,” he shrugs and squeezes your ass in reassurance.

a smile graces your face and and you let your head fall to his shoulder, whispering, “matt…i’m cold now.”

“i’ve been waiting for you to say that, oh my god!”

౨ৎ

you both suffer as you put your clothes back on over your wet skin. you’re both chattering messes and simply cannot stop laughing about it as you make your way back to the boardwalk’s strip of raging bright lights.

you don’t get far before you’re begging matt to win you an oversized faux fur leopard print coat, “it’s just what i need, please!”

and he’s spent almost two twenties replaying this stupid game over and over again. you’re a pretty good cheerleader though.

“come on matt, you got it this time! no pressure! it’s only like i’m dying of hypothermia!” he deadpans as he looks over to you, “what?”

it was a simple game of ring toss- that was most definitely rigged, but besides you reminding him this and saying you didn’t need the coat that much, the stand runner’s comments doubting matt was enough to fuel him to continue playing until he wins.

and somehow he tosses the perfect ring, watching it land and swivel around the bottle in victory. you both outwardly celebrate with screams and a very public kiss, that the two of you just can’t stop sharing today.

“congratulations,” the employee boredly says.

“thank you sir, thank you.” matt then obnoxiously turns around and yells out a speech to the random passersby “i wanna thank my mother, my grandmother, brothers, dog, and you people for giving me this opportunity to win something so grand for my sweet sunshine!” you stop giggling to give a royal wave to the many people judging the two of you, “thank you santa monica!” he blows a kiss and you both spin around to claim your prize.

“you two are like cartoon characters,” the stand runner says. and as soon as you start to grin at him he corrects, “that wasn’t a compliment.”

“whatever man, just give the pretty girl the fucking coat,” matt blinks at him. as the man walks away to grab the fluff off of the rack a few people stop by the table and matt warns them, “if i were you i’d keep walkin’, this guy’s a first-class hater.”

you drag matt by his arm back over to you, “did you take your socially-overbearing pills today?!”

“i have no clue, i think im too cold for my brain to process embarrassment anymore.”

“here’s that coat,” the man hands you it with a shake of his head.

“thank you, sir!” you exclaim and immediately fit your arms from the sleeves, “this is everything i’ve ever wanted!” you say as your jaw goes slack.

“you look good,” matt agrees, “you also look warm, so now i’m jealous.”

“let’s go get you something warm, baby.”

౨ৎ

after a trip to a random gift shop for a hoodie, matt whined about needing real food so bad.

so the two of you stand at the hostess stand in a small mexican restaurant on the strip.

“for two?”

“yes, thank you.”

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, okay?” matt speaks close to your ear and you simply nod and watch him walk off.

you wait a few moments before the hostess offers to take you to your table, “did you want to go sit now or wait for your boyfriend?” she asks kindly.

you try not to make it so apparent that you enjoy the idea of you being matt’s girlfriend, “yeah, i can sit now, he’ll find me.”

౨ৎ

“i’ll have the chicken burrito please with extra rice,” matt orders as he sits across from you.

“and i’ll have the four birria tacos please,” you hand her the menu kindly.

you both are bundled up ridiculously with frizzy hair and barely-dry clothes, you’re surprised anyone agreed to serve you.

“alright, that should be out shortly!”

when she walks away matt asks, “why didn’t you get a drink? i’m just curious.”

“i swore off drinking until my birthday,” you shrug and fall back into the plush of the booth.

“mm, not smoking either?” he sips his water.

“i mean i haven’t smoked since early august but no i didn’t purposely stop.”

matt nods, “well if you were to drink, what are you ordering? i usually go for a corona but i wanna try something different.”

“oh strawberry margarita, a hundred percent. hits everytime.”

“i’ve never had a margarita so i’ll try it.”

your jaw drops, “hell yeah you’re gonna try it, i can’t believe you!”

“what can i say?” matt shrugs.

౨ৎ

matt plays with the toothpick in his mouth as you both sit in your spots for the bus ride home. he got to enjoy his first margarita and you took multiple pictures to document it, he bought you churros to go, and now you both are the most tired you’ve been in a while.

you quietly respond to texts that andrea sent you hours ago, asking what you’re doing and if you’ll be home soon, while matt lays his head on your shoulder sleepily.

eventually you shut your phone off and calmly rest your head against the chilled window for the rest of the ride.

•

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hanwiore · 15 days

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a/n: little smut for könig! I love him uhhhh, don’t mind any typos, my pussy wrote this and she’s really tired rn okay!

“uh fuck! s-sorry!” you whine, drool slipping pass your once glossed glittery lips. a smack was swatted against your left ass cheek this time, painting an angry dark red against your brown skin. “cussin now, love? tsk.” two smacks were swatted on the back of your thighs this time.

yours thighs instantly closed, your wetness dripping down them, “g-god, m’ sorry daddy, uhn gosh, m’ so sorry.” it was a shame really, you came to königs house looking so cute, hair freshly done in a half up, half down with a bow right on top of the ponytail. white fold over leggings with a baby pink fitted jacket, you came looking comfortable and smelling so good just to get in trouble.

all because you said his enemy ‘Simon ‘ghost’ Riley ’ was an attractive male, of course it was a joke. I mean, you said it days ago! you thought it was over. but you should have known messing with a guy who have gone through things among what you can imagine would go so kindly on someone who means little harm.

“ja, you sorry baby?” he hums, face sounding tired but in truth. he’s holding back from fucking you. your face is bent over the arm rest of his big couch, booty perched up while your cherry printed panties are half way down your butt cheeks. leggings down to your ankles as your toes curled underneath your fuzzy socks. “hm? you sorry?” he grabs the hood of your jacket, grips it to pull your whole body up, “the fuck you sorry for huh? tell me.”

the same hand on your hoodie moves to the front of you to grip just an inch under your jaw, he moves you back enough to you feel his bulge against your ass. “I-i didn’t mean it papa, I s-swear.” you gargle, still shaking from the spanking you have received.

his lips moves to kiss the side of your forehead, then moves down to your neck, “yea, I know princess.” now his other hand moves and covers your pussy, you feel him moving it against your bud slowly. and you being so damn sensitive, you think you could’ve came right then and there if it wasn’t from the sudden slap he left on your cunt. “ha-haah! daddy- oh my g-gosh.” your body jerks forward and your thighs press against each other, you barely get a moment to do so before your receiving another slap, this time to your boobs that was revealed due to him tugging the zipper down.

you felt like crying, you really did. you whimpered out loud, your fingers found their way to both of his wrist—the one on your jaw and the other one on your thigh that forces it open—you squeeze them as you beg. “p-please. I-it hurts so much.” honestly, you were lucky. you may not have felt as if you were but god, it could have been worse than this. but könig just has a sweet spot for you, you haven’t ran away from him yet, you take it like the good girl you are, he hurts you and you come to him to fix it.

he loves it.

he loves you.

“it hurts princess?” he moves his arms away from you, pushing you back down so your ass is back in the air. “mines hurts too.” his jagged fingers goes and squeezes his dick through his sweats, “fuck, hurts so bad. m’ drippin’ baby.” he sees your head moving to lay flat on your cheek so you can look back at him, a pout on your cute face but he can see your eyes.

you fucking adored him.

“l-love you so much daddy, d-daddy i love y-you so much.” he smiles at that, he bends down slightly to kiss both of your perky butt cheeks, that jiggles with every quiver you’ve made. And all of a sudden you gasp as he quite literally tongue kisses your pussy. His nose so close to your puckered hole as his tongue is making out with the hole that creates the taste he’s obsessed with.

“o-oh.” it almost sound like a cry for help, you were so happy though. you felt so good. you relax against the couch, dainty fingers grabbing anywhere to calm your racing heart and shaggy breathing. “mph, h-heavens.”

his hands grips the fat of your ass to scoot you closer against him, tongue now going side by side against your clit, nose just as wet as his mouth is. then he does the most disgusting thing ever and spits right on your pussy just to slurp it back up and spit on your puckered hole. his thumb is already in there before you think, “oh! f-fuck, shit-,” you know you aren’t allowed to say such words but you just can’t help it.

and he knows, daddy always knows.

he leans back up and pulls down his sweatpants half way down his thick tensing thighs.

you feel it on the wet hole he just spit on. and you’ve seen it a thousand times but you loved to see it all over again.

it was uncut, pink with veins peaking out here and there, but it was so fucking thick. and when ever he was hard enough the extra skin will peel slowly down to show his angry red—wet— tip. You loved it.

that fascination was short lived once you were flipped over and your knees were damn near touching your shoulders, “put it in for me.” his breath was almost as ragged as yours was.

your long acrylic nails, painted pink and white with 3D flowers on it every where clinked against eachother as you stroked his dick once, twice until you slapped it on your chubby lips. making a slimy sound, almost sounds as if it hurts before your pushed it into you.

“d-daddy- o-oh daddy fuck- imma cum a-already.” you moan once he bottoms out. his hands rested right by your head on the arm rest, his legs bent slightly so he can give you short but fast strokes that bruise your g-spot tremendously.

“yea, you taking it baby? taking that d-dick.” his hair falls across his forehead slightly, lips bitten red from his own abuse. eyes clenched shut. “f-fuck mama.” his rough hand slaps your thigh once he picks up the pace more, putting his hands on the back of your knees to fold you impossibly. he was so urgent, urgent to please you. urgent to make you fucking scream.

and you were.

he swore you can make a perfect picture.

you pink bow still in your hair as your hair flows across the couch. eyebrows furrowed and cute lips open slightly to let out the most, sluttiest but cutest whines ever. “a-ah, ah, ah. y-yes daddy- m’ taking it, uh.” your hands moved to grab behind your thighs instead of his while he moves back to inspect your pussy.

he goes to take it out, only an inch away from going completely out before he drops right on in, as if he was tired of doing push ups and gave up. he watches your brown fat pussy lips open wide from his heavy dick, watches how the inside of vibrant pink was creamy with white substance that you caused.

“S-shit, fuck- you creamin on my shit liebe?”

you cry out, head falling back, “c-can’t help it- daddy imma cum- gonna make me cu-cum!” your legs start to shake as well as your walls do, it makes him go sloppy a little bit before he moves forward and now have his hands in fist, legs straight while his fit is on his toes, and he goes absolutely ham in your pussy.

Goes up, then drop again.

Ya’ll make a beautiful musical.

Slapping sounds from his thick chubby balls slamming on your wet asshole, slimy sounds from your wetness and his precum, whiney moans from your and his deep groans that he can’t help but let out.

cause he knows he digging that lil shit out. he knows it.

you’re cumming already, three more strokes in and your absolutely convulsing against his cock. “Ah-ah-ah d-daddyyyy, oh my fu-fucking gosh!” Your fingers pinch your thighs as you can feel your wetness stream from your pussy down to the bottom of your ass on the couch.

he’s not far behind you. between your face, the bouncing of your tits and your tight & wet ass pussy taking his dick like a soldier, every single time makes him moan in your face.

“gonna make cum schönes mädchen.” he legs pull forward so he back on his knees and he pulls you above him, while he’s sitting up. You let go under your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck, reaching around to rub your fingers through his hair as you moan in his ear, “give it to me daddy, gimme it. wan it so bad!”

both of his hands are on your hips, grinding you almost angrily onto his dick, he felt so fucking good.

“a-ah fuck, fuck baby, s-shit-“ he’s grabbing the back of your neck as you feel a warm squirt of cum go inside your throbbing hole, and he’s still going. “G-goddamn.” he shoves his face in your neck as he moves his hips up against you slower and more sloppy.

“no more scherzhaft, yes?” he huffs into your ear.

“yes, no more joking.” you mumble.

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mrsshabana · 7 months

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“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?"

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Your village is attacked by a man-eating demon, killing everyone in his path. And unfortunately for you, your marechi blood attracts his attention. But instead of killing you, he has other ideas. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, violence, blood, oral sex, reader is on her period. ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.2k words

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Gyutaro had spent the evening taking out his frustration on a small village not too far from the district. Having gotten into an argument with his sister earlier, he was in a sour mood and needed to destress. And what better way than to completely decimate a village of humans.

He had almost killed everything in sight when he smelt it. The smell of blood. There was blood all around him, but this blood was different. It was special.

“There’s a marechi here…”

His lips curl into a devious grin as he identifies the scent, immediately following it to the source. Marechi are no easy thing to come by, so Gyutaro counts himself quite lucky to have stumbled upon one.

The delicious scent leads him to your huddled form. Hiding behind the rubble of a destroyed building.

Your heart drops when you see him. The demon that killed everyone in your village is here to finish you off. You’re so afraid that you can’t even manage to speak, all you can do is let out pathetic whimpers as tears flood your vision.

He creeps towards you, enjoying the fearful look in your eyes. But he suddenly stops, glaring down at you with a raised brow.

“Where’s all the blood?” he thinks to himself. The scent of marechi blood is so strong, yet you don’t appear to be bleeding. A few bruises here and there but no cuts are visible from what he can see.

With a frown, Gyutaro crouches beside you and looks you up and down. His eyes trail down before a smirk creeps onto his face. Now he understands.

“Human,” he rasps, “what’s your name?”

His question catches you completely off guard. You aren’t sure if you’re more shocked that he bothered to ask for your name, or the fact that he hasn’t killed you yet.

“My-my n-name is Y/N,” you say through hiccups and sobs.

“Y/N? How cute…” he grins and grabs your face, “I’m Gyutaro.” His grip on your face tightens as he leans in closer to you, his breath reeks of blood. “Today’s your lucky day, I’m not going to kill you. So you can stop that pathetic crying now.”

“Wh-what? You’re sparing me?!” your eyes widen and you can’t help but smile knowing that your life won’t be ended tonight. “Th-thank you! Thank you so much!”

“You’re going to be my personal blood bank.”

Your smile immediately disappears, “B-blood bank?”

“Yeah,” he draws out the word, moving his body on top of you - caging you beneath him. “You see, you’re real special. Your blood is valuable to demons like me, makes us stronger,” he growls, “I coulda just killed you now and devoured every last drop. But I’d be able to get more outta you if I just drank from you every month…”

“Drink from me every month?” your face suddenly feels hot, “L-like my…”

“Your period, doll,” he smirks and licks his lips, “You’ll let me have a taste, won’t you? Or do I have to force you to open those pretty legs for me?”

A combination of terror and embarrassment washes over you. All of the things he is saying to you are so foreign, but you don’t have any other choice than to agree. Even though you really don’t want him to touch you like that, is it really worth dying over? After seeing so many people get brutally killed by him you’ll do anything to not suffer the same fate.

“Ok,” you nod, “You can… d-drink my blood.” Your voice shakes as you slowly open your legs.

“Good girl,” he coos - lowering himself down to your core and placing a hand on your thigh. He wastes no time lifting your skirt and tearing your panties off of you before tossing them aside. Your soaked pussy exposed to his hungry gaze. You’re so ashamed right now. Having grown up being taught that your menstruation was something to hide, especially around men, it’s hard for you to expose yourself like this to him. But he isn’t phased by it at all. And he most certainly isn’t disgusted. Just looking at the blood between your legs makes his stomach growl and his cock grow hard.

“So pretty,” he mumbles as he inches closer. So close that you can feel his warm breath hitting you while his hands have a firm grip on your thighs.

Gyutaro can already see the blood coating your lips and it’s driving him crazy. He has to taste you.

He moves his face closer and licks your folds. When the taste hits his lips he can’t help but groan, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head. It’s been so long since he’s had marechi blood, it’s taking all of his willpower to not devour you right now.

“Taste so good,” he goes in for another taste. Eagerly lapping his tongue between your folds and along your slit.

“Ah!” You gasp as he continues feasting on you. Right now you feel so sensitive, so his actions feel even more pleasurable. So much so that your fear gets pushed aside and you completely submit to him. Moaning beneath him as he has his fill.

His cock twitches in his pants as he eats you out. The heavenly combination of your pretty pussy and the taste of your sweet blood sends him to cloud nine. Not only is your blood the tastiest he’s ever had, but you’re also one of the most stunningly beautiful women he’s ever seen. He can’t help but slowly rock his hips into the ground as he eats you out. Not able to tear himself away from your addicting taste, but also seeking any friction he can get.

He wants to fuck you so badly, but he knows he’ll have time for that later. Besides, you’re going to be his little human pet after this. Your taste is so addicting that it’s able to distract him from the aching in his cock for the time being.

Once he’s licked you clean he delves his tongue inside of you, eager for more. His tongue is not like any you’ve seen before, it’s long and thick. Able to reach spots inside of you that even your fingers have never touched.

Continuously he burrows his tongue inside of you, then slides it back into his mouth to consume every drop you have to offer him. He quickly loses control, eating you like an animal.

And his ministrations leave you squirming and moaning in pleasure. When he slides his tongue into you again and feels your walls tighten around him, he moves his thumb over your clit and starts rubbing tight circles.

“That’s it, be a good girl and gimme more.”

His tongue and his fingers become too much for you, and quickly push you over the edge. Your orgasm hits you harder than ever before. Toes curling, back arching, and nails digging into the dirt. “Ahhh~ Gyu-Gyutaro!!” You yelp as your body shakes beneath him.

He holds your thighs still and continues to slurp away at your sweet nectar. Your orgasm causing more to flow onto his tongue.

“So makin’ you cum makes you bleed more?” he grins, showing off his blood covered fangs. “Then we’re gonna be busy all night.”

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pictureinme · 7 months

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kinktober day ii. HATE FUCK – jackson rippner

word count: ~700 tags: jealous/rough sex, fingering, degradation, semi-public masterlist | ao3

Slinking away from the group of guys you were halfheartedly flirting with, you head to the bathroom. Who cares that much about the stock market? Before you can even think about closing the door, Jackson’s hand snakes around your waist, pulling you harshly towards his chest.

“Did you really think you could pull that shit and get away with it?”

You bite back a subconscious moan, “Pull what? I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”

“That’s what that was, huh?” his grip tightens, and you hear his breath quicken, “It wasn’t you just being a slut, begging to be fucked by strangers?”

Jackson lets go of you, only to slam the door and push you against it.

“This is my goddamn job, (Y/N),” the smell of his cologne permeates your senses, increasing your arousal. “You don’t get to have the same excuse. I own you.”

Your lust-filled eyes look up at him, and he begins to realize your true intentions.

“Oh, I see how it is. You wanted me to get all pissed, so you could get put in your place, yeah?”

His hand roughly pulls down your dress– revealing your chest to him and causing you to whimper.

“I hate seeing you with other women… I know it’s your job, but I fucking hate– ah!”

Jackson roughly fondles your breasts, enough to hurt, “Don’t try and explain yourself, you know what you got yourself into.”

Keeping one hand on your chest, he reaches the other to pull down your panties– quickly realizing you’re not wearing any. He rolls his eyes, tutting as he spreads your lips open.

You let him explore your body, taking what you both know is rightfully his.

“So wet, did those guys do this to you? Did they talk about passing you around?”

Shaking your head vehemently, you cry out, “No, no! You did this… it’s for you.”

“Hard to believe you when I saw the way you flirted with them,” his index finger enters your warmth, and you whine.

As quickly as he entered the first finger, he added two more, causing your whines to grow exponentially.

“You’re gonna take it, (Y/N), I know you need it,” his breath is hot against your ear. The constant stimulation was making you feel weak in the knees, but his hand kept you up.

“Please, please, Jackson!” You don’t even know what you’re pleading for, but he does.

He moves his hand from your breast to grab your jaw, “You’re gonna be good and quiet for me, unless you want those guys to hear?”

Jackson’s hand forces your head to nod, even if you tried your best to shake it the other way.

“You really are a whore, aren’t you?”

Trying to deny it, you open your mouth, but he shoves his fingers inside. Groaning around them, you obediently suck, despite his not asking. His fingers filling you up in two ways was making you tremble in delight, and you felt close.

He notices you clenching, and he chuckles, “Close already, (Y/N)? So desperate… I don’t think you deserve it.”

Jackson’s fingers muffle your cry of protest, but his fingering speeds up, making it that much harder for you. You begin to feel his hard-on through his slacks rubbing against you.

“Gonna make you come in this random fucking bathroom, like a real slut would, yeah?”

You moan, his fingers were unrelenting in both your mouth and your warmth. His dark eyes watched your expression, he wanted to see you fall apart, unable to resist your release.

“Dumb whore can’t even talk, can she?” You shudder violently, and he smiles.

“That’s right, come all over my fingers, you can’t even fight it…”

He groans as he feels you tighten around his fingers, spasming all the while. You subconsciously bite down on his other fingers, causing him to groan even louder. As you calm down, he pulls away, watching your heavily breathing body still against the door.

“Meet me at the car,” Jackson exits the bathroom, pushing you aside. You exhale shakily, smiling. You were really in for it.

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #jackson rippner x reader #jackson rippner smut #kinktober 2023

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mindofadoll · 6 months

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I imagine its breeding season for alpha's which is the session most omega's stay inside. But unfortunately for me a kuromi plush I really wanted drop in stores during the session. So instead of staying inside I wear a locked leather collar and walk out the door attempting to get to my car. So I could just get the plush in a store pick up lane.

I didn't consider that my punk,rock next door neighbor was an alpha and could smell me through her apartment door. Before I know it I feel a hand on my shoulder pulling me inside a apartment. "Are you fucking stupid? " she says voice dripping with malice. I begin to shudder at her scent before clawing to the door. As I do she tackles me to the ground. "Oh no Omega it's dangerous out there. If you go out there you're little holes are going to be torn apart. " I stop struggling and tell her if she wants to save me she could walk me back to my apartment.

At that statement I hear a low growl. "I'm sorry, no can do girly, I'm at my limit. I'm tired of just smelling you through the walls. I 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 that cunt!" Afraid I begin to kick myself for being so dumb but at least I still have the collar. Suddenly having been distracted by the thought I feel as she tears my clothes off leaving only my panties intact.

"I'll 𝙩𝙧𝙮 to be gentle, I just 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 it. " she says before leaning down and lapping at me through my underwear. I shake with and fear and pleasure as she moans in to my cunt, feeling her fangs ghost over my folds which was only protected through a thin layer of fabric. It doesn't take long until my body starts reacting to the sensation as slick and spit starts soaking my panties.

"You taste like sin. " she says with my juices coating her lips. I begin to cry as I feel her steadily pulling off my panties. I beg her 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 as she lines her cock up. "It'll be okay, you'll look so pretty filled with my kids." As she slams in we both yell out. Despite her earlier statement she begins to slam into me, taking off her edge in the process.

As she does both parts of my little Omega brain starts scream. One part saying "I hurts. Run, fight, make it stop" while the other part is scream at me that it feels good and to accept my new Alpha. My thoughts are interrupted as the girl above me says "Fuck, thank gods I'm so lucky. Your pretty little fucking scent was driving me crazy. I thought I had gone mad when I smelled you through my front door. But you actually were, fuck. After I thought about breaking the wall to have you. " as she talks she begins to hold me down fucking my cunt faster and deeper "Gods you're so tight, I don't think I'm every going to stop fucking this cunt. Baby your going to give me so many pups, right? Fuck your gonna be so pretty. I'm going to keep breeding you until it takes. "

I begin to feel as she cums inside me it's to deep it's to much but I think about how it won't take without a bite. As if she read my mind I feel as she tears the leather collar off and bits while fucking her seed deeper. I begin to full on sob as she just keeps on going. Fucking into me with no intention of stopping. "Fuck I love you my stupid fucking Omega, you take my seed so well. Please get full with my pups! "

#wlw nsft #wlw ns/fw #sapphic ns/fw #lesbian ns/fw #lesbian smut #sapphic nsft #lesbian nsft #lesbian #queer cnc #cnc wlw #wlw omegaverse #wlw concepts #wlw breeding #lesbian omegaverse

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ipegchangbin · 2 months

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I have not stopped thinking about seungmin with a pussy being a squirter since you said it. People around me keep asking why my eyes keep glazing over and I keep zoning out, I’m busy dreaming up new positions to absolutely wreck that pussy in

….its a decent sized problem, I can’t focus 😭

you inspired me to write more. this is my problem now too

— boypussy seungmin headcanons

18+ only. minors do not interact.

🏷️ sub!boypussy!seungmin, dom!amab!reader. squirting. dacryphilia. reader has a cock.

— no doubt a squirter. he squirts almost without warning, like it just happens. he gets so wet so easily to the point you’d think that was it, until he holds your hand and warns you in the softest voice that he’s going to cum. when he actually squirts, it’s a powerful stream of sweet cum that you can’t get anywhere else.

— seungmin’s the shy type. he likes to hide his face behind his hands while you’re fingering him. you tell him to show his pretty face and he simply shakes his head no, but in reality he’s just too shy. you have to pry your hands away from his sweater paws just to see his flushed cheeks and teary eyes. he’s such a sight to see, and he has the pussy to match it.

— speaking of his pussy, seungmin’s got a well-groomed and beautiful cunt. his folds sit nicely, outer lips just thick enough to hide his inner lips when you’re not playing with it. his clit is delightfully small yet sensitive. it’s the best when you suck it swollen because his whole cunt blooms in response, dripping wet with need as the overwhelmed seungmin pleads for you to help him cum.

— his cum tastes amazing. like any other person’s squirt, the consistency of his cum is runny yet interesting, but the taste is to die for. it’s particularly sweet but not overwhelmingly so; he has a tinge of a savory taste that feels like the sweat of a fairy that you can’t quite pinpoint. he smells amazing, too: even after digging your head in his cunt and smelling pussy, it’s a clean, fresh pussy at that.

— seungmin squirts the most when you’re fucking him with his body folded. he loves but would never admit that putting him in a mating press, locking his limbs together, or squeezing his thighs tight against your body, all get him going. maybe it’s the pressure of contorting his body in different positions that makes his pussy tighten against your length, maybe it’s the way that his folded body makes his sweet spot hit the head of your cock better. seungmin loves it as much as you do.

— prepare to comfort him, he cries when he cums. he doesn’t cry because it hurts, but rather the opposite. it’s easy to overwhelm this boy but it’s an honest treat to see the tears stream down his face as he squirts all over you. for a clean pussy, he makes the biggest mess when he cums; his squirt gets on your cock, on his tummy, on your hands, everywhere. it makes him cry a lot more and he isn’t sure why but you savor the tears nonetheless.

— he still gushes even if you’re done with him. there’s no science that can explain why his cunt keeps gushing even while you’re cuddling after sex. it’s adorable that his body still chases the need. his cunt even twitches and clenches for minutes on end. perhaps that’s why he especially craves your cock stilling inside his pussy when you’re both done.

— in reality, seungmin loves his own squirt. you once fed him your cock after he squirted all over it, and after getting a taste of himself, he’d crave it over and over again. since then, seungmin would ask you to kiss him after eating him out. you’d collect his juices on your fingers and rest it on his tongue. he thinks it’s nasty but seungmin craves it, maybe because he’s as much of a freak as you are.

— as a bonus, seungmin can’t finish by squirting once. he always has to squirt at least twice. if his own cum keeps you going, it keeps him going too. are you ready to get this boy wet all over again?

#sub!skz #skz smut #sub!seungmin #seungmin smut #dom!reader #💌 ipeginbox #<3 a lovely anon #💬 z is writimg

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mommypieck · 1 year

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⌗︙・aot boys having crush on their best friends sister - nsfw version ⸜⸜・

cw// dubcon, these boys just get what they want

eren

"you can lean on me." he says, pulling your body into his lap. your brother is already passed out on the sofa on the other side of the room, but eren is still determined to play more games. he knows you are getting sleepy and he wants to use it for his advantage. you lean into his body, blushing at the way eren puts his arms around your body. his face is too close and he's stroking your hips, making your feel warm inside. you start a new game but can't help to notice something hard poking you from behind. erens hands travel lower and you can feel him playing with the hem of your skirt.

"relax," he says, "let me take care of you." his fingers brush against your panties, causing you to let out a whine. he swiftly puts a hand into your underwear, stroking your clit. his other hand finds your breast, kneeding it. he puts his hand under your shirt, smiling when he feels your lack of bra. you yelp when he puts a finger in while his other finger massages your clit. you can feel your high coming, but you don't want this to end, his touch just feels so good. you cum with a loud whine, coating erens fingers in your liquid.

"good girl. let's go to your room."

armin

"armin, what do you think?" you say as you step out of the changing room to show armin your new outfit. armin blushes, noting that the dress is far too short.

"it's nice, " he squeaks out, trying to ignore the tent in his boxers, "but the dress is a bit scrunched in the back. lemme help you."

he puts his hands on your hips as he tries to put it in the right position. you are confused because you can't see any scrunches, but armin is persistent. you yelp a bit when his hands find its way to your butt, massaging it.

"w-what are you doing, 'min?" you squeak out in embarrassment.

"shh, be a good girl." armin shushes you and you can feel his member hardening against your ass. he pulls your dress up to get a full view of your butt. armin swears under his breath before pulling your underwear to the side, his finger stroking your slit. he smiles when he feels your wetness on his finger, carefully putting his finger in your opening. you moan out as armin fingers your warm cunt. armin eyes roll back at the idea of him stuffing his cock right inside of you.

"don't cum yet, sweetheart. let's go home so i can taste this sweet cunt too."

jean

"what happened, sweetheart?" jean asks when you jump into his arms. he's never seen you cry before and seeing you so distressed makes him worried.

"my boyfriend broke up with me." you say into his shoulder. you feel safe in jeans arms, his big hands holding your body and the smell of his cologne makes you lightheaded.

"let's go lay down." he says, carrying you to your bed. he lays next to you so he can stroke your cheeks and hold you close. your crying calms down when you feel jeans hands caressing your hips. he's so close to you that you can feel his breath close to your mouth. your eyes lock and before you can do anything, jeans lips are on yours. the sweet kiss slowly turns into lustful makeout session. jeans hands stroke your body and soon you feel his fingers press into your cunt. he strokes you over your clothes before shuffling in between your legs. he peels your clothing off your body and you shiver when you feel him breathing over your pussy. his tongue kitty licks your clit before putting his whole face into your cunt, suckling and licking. you grip his hair, moaning at the sensation and at jean looking right at you.

"could your boyfriend ever make you this good?" he pulls away asking. you shake your head, begging him to continue. you can feel his chuckle against your cunt. "good. now cum for me, pretty girl."

connie

"hi, baby." he says, sitting down next to you with a half empty bottle of rum. he throws his arms around your shoulder and leans into your body. you are used to him being so affectionate, so it doesn't faze you. you can feel the burning liquor on his breath but connie manages alcohol well and you know that you shouldn't be concerned.

"you look so beautiful today. i could just eat you up." he giggles as he squishes your cheeks. he leans to plant a kiss to your cheek, making you blush.

"i know we're friends, but how about we take this somewhere private." your cheeks burn but you nod at his request and you follow him to his car. his hands are on your body as soon as he closes the car door, kissing you and fondling your body. his hands find your breasts and he takes his time fondling and sucking on them. you feel him yank your underwear down and position himself in between your legs. he slides two fingers in without any problem as you are already soaked. his mouth is so close to your core but he doesn't dare to taste you. you can see that he fists his cock with the other hand.

"fuck babe. i can't hold on any longer, i need to fuck you right now."

reiner

"how about this?" you ask reiner, showing him different movies to watch. you can't help but to notice he seems a bit distracted this evening. his face seems red and his movements are all fidgety. reiner doesn't even register that you are talking to him, his eyes on your cleavage. you decided to wear a lower cut shirt and your boobs are basically spilling out.

"do i have something on my shirt?" you ask when you catch reiners gaze.

"yes. i think." he says in a low tone, his hands finding your boobs. he massages them softly, taking his time to inspect them properly. you chuckle at him, "you could've just said."

his hands travel from your boobs to your waist and he sits you on his lap. you can feel his erection pressing into your ass, hůř you choose to ignore it, knowing how shy reiner is. he moves your body on his cock, his hands caressing your waist. one of his hands slithers under your shirt to fodle your breasts again. he pinches and strokes your nipple, making it erect and prominent against your shirt. you speed up your hips, grinding onto reiners cock with more strength and making him moan loudly.

"i can't take it. need you right now."

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another-lost-mc · 11 months

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➤ kissing in the shower

pairing: solomon x gn!reader

content: nsfw (18+). making out and smut. wc: 0.7k.

“This always feels like coming home,” Solomon murmurs against your lips between lazy kisses. You’re both wet from the showerhead spraying down a gentle stream of warm water. One of his hands is curled around your nape, and he scratches lightly at your scalp when he brings you forward for another deep, unhurried kiss. His other hand is draped loosely around your waist, a gentle embrace to make up for days of not being able to hold you like this.

You lick your lips when you pull back from another kiss, and his bright eyes open slowly and drink in your naked body like he hasn't seen anything so wonderful in ages. He smiles at you fondly, but the intensity of his gaze makes you feel weak-kneed.

You smooth your palms down his bare chest, flicking away traces of the soapy lather you massaged him with earlier. The steamy air around you smells like the vanilla-sandalwood soap you both like to use.

“Want me to wash your hair next?” you ask him as you turn around slightly in his arms to reach for the bottle of shampoo.

He considers your offer for a moment and shakes his head with a grin. “Not yet, darling,” he suggests, and he takes the bottle from you and sets it aside. He puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you around so your back is to him. “I think I’d like to take care of you first,” he whispers against your ear, and he chuckles when you shudder.

His lips pepper your shoulders and bare neck with lazy kisses and occasional nips of his teeth as he plasters his chest against you. His weight is heavy against your back and you let him nudge you forward until your upper torso is pressed flat against the cold tile of the shower wall. The fingers curled around your hip pull your body into a deeper arch; you can already feel how hard he is when he grinds against you.

His other hand slides up the gentle curves of your belly. He snakes into the space between your bare chest and the wall until one of your nipples is caught between his splayed fingers. He pinches your nipple gently when he squeezes his fingers together, and your quiet moan encourages him to do it again. You rest your forehead against the wall and close your eyes; you’re already so needy for him. The sight of his hand sneaking over the top of your thigh and between your legs threatens to undo you already.

“I missed this,” he groans when he drags his fingers up and down against your arousal. “I missed you.”

“M-missed you too,” you whine, your needy declaration trailing off into another moan when he touches you with more urgency. Days without him have taken their toll on your restraint and you want to lose yourself in him. You would be embarrassed by how touch-starved you feel, except his hips rock against you with desperation that mirrors your own.

“Not gonna last,” you admit breathlessly, and you gasp when he tweaks your sensitive nipple in rhythm with the skillful hand working you relentlessly towards release.

His hot breath against your neck and he drags his lips across the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping and sucking lightly at whatever skin his greedy mouth can reach. “Come for me, darling” he urges you with a groan. “Come on my fingers.”

It’s impossible to deny him anything when he begs you in that rough, lustful timbre, and your thighs shake when he finally pulls you over the edge. The running water barely drowns out the sound of your broken cry that echoes in the small room, and your body jolts as he teases you through the aftershocks.

You whimper from sensitivity when you can’t possibly take anymore, and he finally pulls his hand away. Warmth blooms in your cheeks when he holds his hand up for you both to watch your cum trickle down his nimble fingers. You stare at him with wide eyes when he draws the slick fingers to his mouth and licks them clean with his greedy tongue.

“You taste so good, darling,” he coos gently as he rocks his hips against you. His hard cock is still trapped between your bodies, and the hungry look in his eyes reminds you that he’s not quite done with you yet.

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elliewlums · 1 year

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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 [𝐚.𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧]

summary: help me get away from myself, i wanna fuck you like an animal.

content warnings: smut, use of a strap on, abby does a lot of manhandling, cunnilingus (reader is a munch, okay? i would be for abby too.), daddy kink (brief, mentioned about twice, no idc if you don’t like it <3), soft soft aftercare💘

you don’t know how you ended up here.

your back is to abby’s naked chest, your head lolling against her shoulder as she lifts you up and down on her plastic cock. you’re whining, slick gushing from your messy little cunt as she pistons harder just to hear your voice increase in volume and pitch. she’s grinning - not that you can see - and curling a hand around your throat to squeeze until your vision goes fuzzy and you mewl.

“attagirl,” she rasps, voice thick and deep with arousal. “takin’ me so well.”

you’re boneless, limp as she manhandles you, spreads your thighs further apart to pinch at your sensitive little clit and pull at your petal soft folds to watch the way you swallow the dildo whole. she presses her chest further to you to feel the way you twitch and shiver, turning your head to bury into the crook of her neck, shying away from the pleasure but craving more, more, more.

“abs- mmph.”

she coos; it’s fucking adorable the way you can’t even string together a coherent sentence, the way you go soft and let her guide you through what she knows you need.

“don’t think, baby. i’m here to do that for you, yeah?”

“daddy,” you whine, and abby’s gone. the hand she has wrapped around your little throat slides around until it’s at your jaw, all the while she’s pulling you closer, laying you down on the bed and cupping the back of your neck to draw you up to her.

the only sounds in the room are the wet shlick of your pussy and your little exhales of air every time abby thrusts particularly hard into you. your face is slick with sweat, your hair sticking in rivulets to your forehead as you grab at her, overwhelmed with the white-hot pleasure she’s giving you so generously. you’re unravelling fast and abby knows this, she knows as you frown and hold your breath, as your cunt twitches and throbs and leaks onto her groin. she knows as you gasp and tense and cry.

and then - right on cue - you come undone. you let out this high pitched little wail and your thighs shake around her own. abby swears she can feel you clenching around her as though the strap is real.

“there she is,” she encourages, “there’s my girl.”

the second you start to come down from your high, you’re begging. still twitching and chasing her touch, eyes drooping and fluttering and still so desperate.

“abs, wanna touch you. wan’ a taste.”

“baby-“

“please. ‘ll be good. need to taste you.”

she loves it when you get like this: a little beggy, willing to do anything to get a glimpse of her pussy. your shaking hands push at her chest and settle her against the mattress; her hips lift to let you unclasp the strap with fumbling fingers and you��re pawing at the hem of her boxers, whining and huffing out of pouting lips as her cunt - wet with arousal, lips puffy and clit swollen - is revealed to you.

you nose at her gently, pressing a kiss right on the hood of her clit and hum, dipping your head down to nose at her leaky hole; when you press your tongue flat and lick a broad stripe across her clit, her thighs shake on either side of your shoulders.

“oh, attagirl,” abby rasps, voice three octaves deeper than just a minute ago; you know it’s not long before she’ll take control once again.

just as you expected, the muscles in her thighs tense and lock around your head as she ruts up into your mouth. you let her use you greedily, eager to satiate whatever desires she has with a smile; your face is soaked with her juices, overwhelmed by the smell and taste of her. the louder she moans and grunts, the more frantic you become, chasing her to her peak with fervour.

her puffy clit swells and twitches under your expert touch and your own eyes roll back, pleased as anything to please her. you’ve been doing this long enough to know what exactly makes her tick, drives her absolutely insane. so when you close your swollen lips around her clit and suck the little bead into your mouth, she shouts and pushes your face closer to her cunt, holding you there as she shakes and gushes all over your face.

she has to peel you away from her sticky cunt in the end, overstimulated and jolting with every swipe of your greedy tongue.

“good girl,” she pants, “fuck.”

you crawl up her chest until you’re face to face, noses touching.

“was i good, daddy?”

“so good. c’mere, give me a kiss.”

you press your bare tits to her own, hungry for her mouth as she licks into you, tastes herself on your tongue and groans. you pull away for breath, heaving, pupils blown wide and simpering like a lovesick puppy.

“let’s get cleaned up, yeah baby?” she coos, her naked form rising and easily accommodating your clinging body, legs wrapped around her waist, arms over her neck, lips pressed to her jaw as you hang lazily and let your legs dangle. you whine when she sets you down in the sink, working around you to wet a cloth and run it over anywhere marked with sticky residue.

“i know, angel,” she murmurs, teasing. “‘m so mean making you all comfy and clean.”

“y’are,” you grumble, lurching forward to try and plant yourself back in her arms. “cuddle me.”

she swats your thigh, laughing as you snatch the damp cloth and start to swipe it across the insides of her thighs; she knows you’re adamant to look after her the way she does you, even though you both know she’s in charge.

“let’s get you to bed, little monster.” she lifts you back up with ease, amused as ever as you clamber up until you’re completely wrapped around her.

“abs?”

“mm.”

“love you.”

“i love you too.”

you’re asleep before she even gets you back in the bed, her naked skin to yours enough comfort to have you soft and limp in her arms. she doesn’t think she could love you any more than she does right now.

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