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#His eyes on yours; mouth lingering close enough to swallow every one of your moans…

ssahotchnerr · 7 months

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hellooo, i hope you’re doing well! would you want to write a fic where at some point aaron steals readers gum out of her mouth? this is such a random thought and i’m so sorry if this sounds weird (now that i’ve written it down and not only thought about it, it seems very weird, sorry!!!!!!), but i kind of feel like this is something he’d do when making out lol and it obviously catches her off guard the first time he does it 😁

according to plan

omg i'm putting a jealous!aaron take on this 🤭 cw; suggestiveness, established relationship, bau!reader, detective being a creep, heavy on the kissing, possessive/jealous!aaron 🦋

aaron's just about had it.

it started out as lingering stares, beginning at your face before sweeping all along your form. next, the insistent eagerness to partner up with you. and now the detective, who's name wasn't worth remembering, was at your backside, itching to get as close to you as he possibly could. any closer, he would have you pressed against the bulletin board in front of the two of you.

you were politely trying to explain the physical, common characteristics between the victims, how unsubs sometimes had a specific type and that's why they chose to acquire them. naturally he had asked you the most stupid, simplest question; just another excuse to speak to you.

all day, aaron had been silently seething, a mere bystander. but as he joined and saw the sight before him, his fists clenched so tightly his fingernails were digging into the palms of his hands. enough was enough.

"do you understand now?" you naively asked, a pleased expression forming on your face when the detective nodded in confirmation. unlike aaron, you had been unaware of his ongoing actions.

"is there any way i can repay you?" he questioned smoothly, his eyes yet again dropping. this time, the attentiveness is drawn to your lips.

"no," you shake your head, your focus already directed on readjusting one of the displayed photos, the gum in your mouth producing a pop. "i'm just glad i could be of some assistance."

it's a bad habit of yours, snapping your gum too loudly. it's hard to not notice it. but fortunately, the brought focus is about to work completely in aaron's favor.

aaron calls your name, tipping his head to the side as a signal for you to come. you abide, leaving the detective right where he is and as a result, he subtly glares at aaron for interrupting his time with you and his advances. aaron steps aside to let you pass, and as soon as you do, he shoots daggers right back.

truthfully, he's extremely lucky that's all aaron did.

you follow him to one of the empty interrogation rooms, a small trek away from everyone else. once inside, aaron swiftly shuts the door behind you.

"what's-"

aaron's lips are on yours before you can finish your sentence, causing you to gasp slightly in surprise, throwing your arms around his neck and instantly kissing him back.

it's all too easy to submit to aaron, allowing him to guide you and push you back against the door. he crowds you against it, his breath hot and heavy in your mouth, his hands exploring every curve of your body and more. every inch of you, is consumed by him.

the kiss is heated, desperate, and in the back of your mind, you distantly wonder why the suddenness - what has gotten into him? but with the pure vigor he's kissing you with, your brain had gone fuzzy; you were too consumed by the kiss to dwell on the potential reason why, or did you care.

aaron's large hands slide down your back, landing on and promptly squeezing your ass - hard. you gasp again, and aaron uses the sudden part of your lips to push his tongue into your mouth, sliding against your own. he can taste it - the flavor of your gum - and it only encourages him further, deepening the kiss.

you can't help let out a small moan, which aaron immediately swallows up from you, mindful of your volume within the current setting. your fingers find the nape of his neck, weaving and gripping onto his hair tight.

the kiss itself is wet and sloppy - all according to plan. and once the mint flavor fully invades his mouth, aaron forces himself to pull away.

and before it becomes impossible not to.

your eyes are wide as you look up at him. your cheeks are flushed, lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss. you let out a breathless laugh, chest heaving up and down. "wow. i..."

you trail off, your tone leading into more or less a question. aaron leans in once more, pressing a gentle, chaste kiss to your lips this time. "just missed you."

you take instant note of the slight, new shift of his jaw, which prompts you to realize something from your mouth is missing.

you gape at him, jaw dropping a bit in astonishment. "wait, did you take my gum?"

aaron's way of a response is opening the door, a small nudge of his head gesturing for you to exit. "after you."

you give him a confused look, yet your eyes are still dark and lined with arousal, before heading back to the others. a deep exhale leaves you as you walk away, an attempt to cool down before facing anyone else.

this time, when the detective's stare returns to you both, aaron's the one loudly snapping the gum.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds drabble #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds fanfiction #hotch imagine #criminal minds x you

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foli-vora · 1 year

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pretty boy

matt murdock x f!reader

A/N: This gif should be fucking illegal. There I was, just minding my own business at 12.30am thinking ‘hey I should probably get some sleep’ and then bam—suddenly I was obsessed with needing to suck this man’s dick. So here we are—enjoy.

This is a drabble of 500+ words and I can’t be bothered tagging so yeah.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY: oral sex (m), swallowing, the need to have this man weak and whiny at my fingertips… look, this is probably a mess but idgaf

He’s so fucking thick.

An ache is quick to build in your jaw, your mouth straining uncomfortably as his cock disappears beyond your lips. He hits the back of your throat and you inhale sharply to push just that little bit further, to take him deeper, to drive him closer to that sweet edge you’d been teasing him with.

You fight the discomfort eagerly, practically hanging onto every little whine and exhale that falls from his lips. He always sounds so fucking pretty, breathless from being lost in his pleasure and full of praise for every inch you take greedily.

He never knows where to put his hands, and you’d laugh if you didn’t have the solid length of him heavy and throbbing against your tongue.

His fingers trace your cheek, glide over where your lips part around the width of him, swipes through the saliva that gathers at the corner and spills down your chin. They curl around the back of your head, and you tremble from the strength you feel lingering behind his touch, the temptation to hold you steady and fuck up harshly into your mouth almost overcoming his patience.

One day you’d break him. One day.

His hands move again, quickly coming to rest over yours where they’re spread out across the scarred expanse of his hips, holding him in place. He’s quick to intertwine his fingers with yours, seeking a physical tether to the world as he drowns in an endless void of ecstasy.

A brief tang of salty precum oozes from the tip of his cock and sinks into your taste buds as you pull back enough to take a breath, and your tongue drags over the smooth head firmly before gently rubbing along the lower side where you feel his frenulum, massaging the spot over and over and over—

He jolts, toned stomach jumping at the sensation and you groan weakly around him, eyes fluttering as he bucks into your mouth. He’s close. You hear it in the way his lips form the plea of sweetheart, the way he helplessly cries out for his God and begs for that little push over the edge.

Please, sweetheart. Just a little more, j-just like that—God, please, yes—

He erupts on your tongue with a flood of thick heat and a delightfully filthy moan that has your weeping cunt clenching from the low obscene rumble of it, and you swear you’ll never get enough.

You swallow it all down eagerly, tongue rolling over the length of him until he finally starts to soften in your mouth and his thighs start to shake from overstimulation. You pull away and let him fall from your lips with a low pop before delivering a final kiss to his thigh and standing. You resume dressing, fingers numb from his tight hold and slow as they try to continue buttoning your shirt as the morning light filters through the window.

He pants into the air of the bedroom, a blissed out, tired smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he swims in his post orgasm waves, “What was that for?”

“You’re just so damn pretty, Matthew.”

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euphoricfilter · 7 months

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober day 12

[day twelve: overstimulation]

pairing: yoongi x f. reader

tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex

notes: smut straight under the cut

kinktober masterlist

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

“Too much—Shit Yoongi, no more” your thighs quiver, orgasm lingering as he pulls the vibrator away from your clit, poor little thing, swollen. Throbbing with that aching sort of want as your pussy dribbles another pitiful wad of slick onto the sheets.

He leans down lips wrapping around your clit, sucking, tongue laving over as your orgasm slowly ebbs away, sparks of overstimulation tingling down your legs, cunt clenching around nothing.

He presses the vibrator over your entrance, pussy lips parting around the silicone as he presses it ever so gently past your walls.

“Yoongi” you whine, fingers tangling into his hair as he continues to suck at your clit, hips rutting up into his face as you continue to chase the edging pleasure, he’s pulling out of you.

He hums, pitiful moan dripping thick off your tongue at the added vibration, arousal seeping out of your pussy over the silicone toy, dripping over his fingers, skin slicked shiny.

He thrusts the toy a little further into you, angling it upwards ever so slightly.

Yoongi’s lips press a kiss over your clit before he’s pulling away, tongue cleaning the mess you made of his face as his eyes glaze over your pussy. Creamy slick slipping down you perineum, poor little pussy clenching around the vibrator, a mean little smile tugging at Yoongi’s lips.

He presses one of the buttons on the side, your mouth falling open, unfiltered moan clawing up your throat, overstimulated pussy pulsating around the toy.

“Fuck—” you cry, “s’ too much” tears cling to your waterline, fingers digging into the sheets below you, hips bucking upwards.

“Cum again for me, baby” he murmurs, presses a kiss over your sweat-slicked chest, lips ghosting over your nipple.

He thrusts the vibrator into you, knuckles nudging against your sensitive little bud with every press into you.

“Can’t” you whine, thighs quivering, snapping closed around his hand.

“Yes you can, always so pretty when your poor little cunt is ruined” his tongue runs over your nipple.

Your mouth falls open, world burning white for a moment as you tip over the edge, orgasm shaking your body. Clawing up your spine as your legs shake, Yoongi’s fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he holds them open, deep reverberate of his voice barely penetrating your ears as he tells you how pretty you are.

You blink away the tears that had slipped down your cheeks, Yoongi’s thumb brushing over your damp cheek.

“You here with me?” he asks, hint of a smile on his face. The prideful kind, the one where you know he would be sure to remind you of this moment in the coming days.

You nod, swallowing.

Pussy swollen, aftereffects of the vibrator still tingling down your body, stomach tensing as your orgasm slowly slips away, gentle hum of what was once there still sends hints of pleasure throughout your body. Dopamine hazed mind slowly processing the press of Yoongi’s cockhead against your entrance.

“Think you can give me one more?” he presses a kiss to your jaw, angling his cock through your folds.

The tip nudges against your clit, hips jutting upwards, slightest of touch enough stimulation to have slick leaking out of you.

You nod, arms slipping around his neck as you pull his body closer to yours.

“Words, baby. Need to hear you” he presses another kiss to your cheek.

“One more” you nod, “I won’t last long”

He hums, fingers pressing into the flesh of your hips as he pulls your body over his thighs a little. Pretty fingers wrapping around his length before he’s pressing over your entrance.

Your back arches as he splits you open, cunt pulled wide over the flared head before he’s sinking into you, hips rolling forward; seemingly not in a rush.

His thumb gently brushes over your clit, cunt pulsating around him as the sparks of delicious pain mingled pleasure slips down the length of your body.

He needs no warning when you’re about to cum, hips jackhammering into you, angled perfectly as he presses you further and further towards another orgasm.

“Shit Yoongi” you curse, feeling it build within your stomach, your hands pressing against his stomach as he ruts his thick cock into you.

“Come on, pretty” he grunts, head tipped back at his own pleasure.

He just about catches sight of it, cock slipping out of you as his fingers rub over your pussy as you squirt over yourself, some of his catching his cock. Your hips jolt upwards as he continues to rub your clit, another spurt of cum wetting his hand as you moan his name, mind fully fucked as overestimated pleasure buzzes beneath your skin.

You barely register Yoongi jacking himself off over you, tugging his hard cock at the sight of you fucked out body. Pussy lips swollen and pitiful little clit throbbing, wet slicked shiny and sticky with your arousal, creamy cum clinging to your folds.

You moan when you feel his cum shoot against your pussy lips, running his cockhead through your folds, smearing his release over your soiled cunt.

“Always such a good girl for me” he lets the final spurt of his cum coat your pussy, “Letting me make you feel good, mind nothing more than mine to ruin”

You reach out for him, uncaring of the mess between your thighs, not when he smothers you with kisses, endless praise dripping off his tongue as you come down from your lust filled high.

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #bts kinktober #yoongi fluff #yoongi smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fic #yoongi x reader #bts x reader

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omitea · 13 days

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 . . .ᐟ — 𝐏𝐓. 𝟏

☆ how long can the jjk! men make out for?

. ft. gojo, geto & nanami.

. content. f! reader, suggestive, making out obv, grinding, alight groping, slight biting, hair pulling. tagged as smut, but its purely suggestive !! so no worries.

. note. bon appétit. just read and dont ask questions, thank you.

☆— 𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

╰┈➤ gojo always has a big mouth, but when it comes to that exact mouth pressing against yours? he's turning into begging whiny mess.

and that's exactly how you have him now. legs straddling him with one hand under his shirt and the other one placed right on his undercut, grazing it softly with the tips of your fingers. his hands lay lazily on your thighs- toying with the ends of your shorts. and you don't miss the breathy moan that escapes his throat when you grind teasingly on his hardened length that awaits under a pair of sweatpants.

sloppy sounds of wet lips clashing and chocked up whimpers makes him all the more excited to have you right here and then. he bucks his hips, causing a sound of pleasure to erupt from you-only to have him swallow it by entering his tongue in your mouth. the warm muscle exploring every part you allow it to taste. after a while, just one more swipe of his tongue against yours and he pulls back.

he places his sweaty forehead on your chest— his breathing becoming more rushed as his pale hands grip the dip of your hips. he moves your hips back and forth while he bucks his hips again. an uncomfortable heat flushes to his cheeks, making him bury his head further.

you stop his movements, watching gojo’s chest heave up and down while he pushes his hair back— gaze darting from your spit covered lips back to your eyes. and you know that look. it's one you've seen one too many times before. soon enough you're speculations are proven to be true once he motions towards the wet spot that's forming on the front of his pants.

"y' gonna take care of it, sweets? please…" and of course you do, because how can you say no to those pleading blue eyes of his. that would be too cruel.

☆— 𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

╰┈➤ geto loves teasing you. large hands exploring every inch they could reach whenever he was kissing the life out of you. along a few sneaky bites here and there.

his warm lips kissing yours teasingly with a few nibbles on your bottom lip, causing you to grip his hair tighter in your fist. you could feel him grin against your lips, placing his knee between your legs in the process. a large hand traveled from your thigh, all the way to your chest— giving your breast a light but secure squeeze. you pulled away from him, trying to catch your breath.

but it seemed like he had other plans. he latched his lips on the skin of your neck. sucking on your sensitive spot, sinking his teeth in to only press his tongue flat against the upcoming mark right after. the soft shuddered moans your throat created were nothing but sweet melodies to his ears.

he adjusted his position, accidentally pressing his knee further. this resulted in you pulling a little too hard on his hair, causing him to sink his teeth further into the crook of your neck. you didn’t expect a deep groan from him, only making you try to close your legs tighter around his waist.

you were too engrossed in the way his tongue dragged against your skin to notice something poking the inside of your thigh. geto hummed, grabbing your hand and slowly inched it downwards.

“think you can handle something else instead of my mouth, pretty?” and he peeked just enough to take in the way your eyes widened.

a sheen of pure excitement lingering behind them. its always you who ends up pleading. almost never the other way around.

☆— 𝐍. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

╰┈➤ nanami doesnt admit it, but he loves the idea of you waiting so lovingly at home— unbeknownst to you that he’s gonna be in need of some much needed relief.

not even a minute home and he already has you against the living room wall. your smaller hands grabbing at his tie to push your tongue further into his mouth. his slightly shaky hands get a firm grip on your thighs, hoisting you up. he just wants to take you here and there. not caring if he’s way too tired from all the hard work he had to do today.

you wrapped your legs around his, causing him to place a hand against the wall to keep his balance. the kiss was sweet, yet his neediness seeped through. it was noticeable at the way he dug his nails into the plush of your thigh, including the constant fumbling of his belt when he had one hand hoisting you up.

he broke the kiss to take a look at you, a string of your mixed saliva following suit. he swallowed when he took notice of your curious expression. your brain must be wondering what got him in such a mood.

the expression of his face made you look away, but your head softly got yanked back by a firm grip in your hair. and soon, your lips were molding against his yet again. his fingers slipped between the two of you, stopping just above your abdomen.

“will you let me relieve some stress, sweetheart?”, he murmured against your lips. he only needed your confirmation before his fingers further trailed to where he was pressed against.

©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀. please refrain from stealing my works !

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lanadelnegan · 8 months

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season 9/10 Negan smut where reader and him are fuck buddies (negan is kinda catching feelings tho) and reader sucks him off in his cell 😫

Lip Gloss

S10/11 Negan x Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, oral (m receiving)

"There's my girl." Negan grins at you from the dim light of his cell as you appear from the top of the stairs.

"I'm not your girl, Negan."

"Not yet." He stands up, making his way towards me. When he gets close enough, he grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me closer to him until I'm flush against the cold bars.

My lips crash against his and I moan into his mouth. He just finished lunch earlier and the taste of a sweet apple still lingers on his tongue. It's been a little over a week since we last touched and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't given myself an orgasm every night to the thought of him. But it doesn't compare to how he makes me feel. I've never had a man touch me the way Negan does and I can't help but coming back for more.

"I'm gonna need you on your knees, y/n. Now."

I drop to my knees in front of him without hesitation and find myself eye-level with the large bulge in his pants. I quickly unzip him and pull out his semi-hard cock before giving it a few strokes. It grows to full length in my hand and I lick his tip teasingly.

"Keep teasing me and see where that gets you, baby." He grins down at me.

I take a moment to admire him before taking him into my mouth. I want to enjoy this as much as he will. I caress his heavy balls in my hand and bite my lip at the sight of his prominent veins spread throughout his cock.

I glance up at him before lifting his cock and stroking my tongue across his balls, taking one into my mouth and lightly sucking.

He watches me proudly, his eyes blown with lust. "Holyyy shit, look at you, my dirty girl."

"Not your girl, Negan." I remind him while licking my tongue up his shaft.

He reaches down to tuck some hair behind me ear and rubs his thumb lovingly across my cheek. "Keep telling yourself that, doll."

His tip is red, throbbing, and dripping with precum. I hold his cock in my hand and guide the tip across my upper and lower lip like I'm applying lip gloss.

"Goddamn, y/n. That is one hell of a sight."

My precum coated lips allow his dick to slide past them with ease and I don't stop until I feel the tip of him touch the back of my throat. He's so big that my hand still completely fits around the part that I can't fit in my mouth. And he's so fucking thick that it's hard to get my mouth comfortably around him, but I make it work because all I want to do right now is make this man feel good.

I close my lips around him and moan with him still in the back of my throat before pulling back slightly. I begin to suck him at a steady pace and his loud moans fill the empty room around us.

His fingers grip my hair roughly as he pushes my head further on his cock, making my eyes fill with tears. I jerk my head back and take a deep breath.

"What's wrong, darlin'? You were doing So. Good." He laughs, guiding my head back towards him.

I take him in my mouth again and suck harder and faster.

"Oh, Fuck, doll. You're gonna make me fucking cum." His breathing grows erratic. "You want it down your throat, baby?"

I nod my head desperately, sucking him like I need his cum to survive.

He lets out a few more loud, raspy moans before angling my head upwards by tugging on the back of my hair.

"I want to watch you swallow my fucking load, baby. You ready?"

His hip thrusts stop abruptly as he lets out a deep, animalistic groan. "Ah, FUCK. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck, baby."

With each "fuck" he says - warm, salty liquid shoots from his tip, filling my mouth completely. I savor the taste of him for a moment before swallowing it down and moaning with satisfaction.

At least I know I'd never die of thirst if we ever get lost together. I could drink his cum and be just fine.

He pulls me back up by my chin and I lean forward to kiss him, letting him taste his juices on my tongue.

"Mmm, baby. We taste So. Good. together."

I glare at him. "It's not happening, Negan. Stop trying to make this something it's not."

"No worries, darlin'." He smirks against my lips. "I've got all the time in the world."

Thank you for the request! Hope you like it. <3

xoxo

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lieutnt · 7 months

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KINKTOBER - #2

size kink w/ kyle "gaz" garrick x top!male reader kinktober masterlist

No matter how much prep you did beforehand Kyle still felt as if he was being split open, hands desperately clinging to his pillow to try and distract himself from the sting as you open him up inch by inch, pained groans leaving his lips as you push further, taking the time to stop and lean down, capturing his mouth in a sloppy kiss, one that leaves a thread of spit connecting you when you pull back to sink in deeper. He throws his head back when you finally bottom out, chest heaving as he tries to get his breathing under control - inhale, exhale.

The blood stops rushing in his ears when the warmth of your hands radiates on his hips and then slides up to his ribs, soothing him, bringing him back to you. Only, when your hands fall back down you freeze, and Kyle manages to crack open an eyelid (although he’s not sure when they shut) to crane his neck and look at you, your stare locked on his belly.

You laugh in disbelief, taking one of his hands in yours to pull it to his belly and push down, leaving him to sharply inhale when he feels where his stomach has distended. He can’t help but stare, incredibly turned on for you to be big enough for you to show.

Your lips quirk, fingers pushing his to the side to stroke the bulge. “Look how deep I am Kyle.” It feels like his nerves are on fire, the bump a prominent reminder of just how much bigger you were than him.

The first time his eyes fell on you his stomach had tightened, gaze unashamedly taking in every detail of your body, and the fact that he, who had never really considered himself short, was only level with your chest had blood rushing to his cock.

While Kyle waited for his body to adjust he patted your arms until you got the hint, leaning over his body to link your fingers with his, Kyle’s obsession with your hands the worst kept secret.

He couldn’t help it, eyes automatically locking onto your hands like they were performing the world’s greatest show when you were doing something monotonous - cleaning your weapons, flipping through files, and when your relationship was still blooming that first time he got to feel them on his body, how they made him feel small, secure, even when all you did something as simple as put your hand in the centre of his back to hold him close as you kissed him. He swears he was able to feel it for days afterwards, the residual heat from your palm lingering on his spine and his attraction went up a notch, desperate to feel the way your hands swallowed him up again.

Kyle whines as you detangle your fingers, attempting to keep them locked together until you kiss away his pout, distracting him long enough for you to plant your forearm above his head, body engulfing him. As soon as he realises the change in position he’s arching up into your touch, humming pleasantly as skin touches skin and somehow your cock sinks in deeper. His arms lock around you, hands appreciatively stroking the bulk of your back as you chain kisses down his neck.

“Can I move?” You murmur against his skin, your free hand sliding down his side until you’re holding the back of his thigh.

Kyle nods, whispering a barely audible “Please,” you would’ve missed if you weren’t so close. The hand around his thigh tightens, pulling it up while his other leg follows, both settling around either side of your hips as you slowly roll your body, grinding in before pulling out until just the tip. He groans, able to feel the way your cock drags along his walls, each time you repeat the action the pain gradually giving way to pleasure.

You stay like this for minutes, exchanging lazy kisses while you fuck Kyle open, the resistance his body held growing weaker and weaker until you can thrust rhythmically, your pace familiar.

The chorus of moans is broken when Kyle breathes out nice and easy, “Can I ride you?” You nod, sitting back on your heels to stretch out some of the tightness in your muscles before laying down on your back, hands instantly resting on Kyle’s waist when he straddles you, grinding his ass against your hard cock.

He only stops when your hips rutt up, the grip on his skin tightening. With one hand he reaches back, pumping your slick cock a few times before lining himself up, this time his hole stretching willingly as he sinks down, hands moving to rest on your chest.

Kyle isn’t as subtle as he thinks - fingers tracing down your stomach as he takes in your dishevelled state, and heat pools in his lower back when he thinks how you, someone so large that you could pin him down and use him as a toy if you wanted, is willing to roll onto your back and let him bounce on top of you, taking the pleasure he wanted, needed, all while holding him and encouraging him to move, letting him go at his own pace.

#kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x male reader #male reader #top reader #top male reader #call of duty #lieutnts writings #lieutnts kinktober 2023

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house-of-daena · 7 months

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zandik days? maybe just one of the fussier, tsundere clones though obviously, my mind isn’t really on study dates and research papers due in a month. i’m thinking more of introducing the cute thing to lingerie, to vibrators and butt plugs, to learning how to give you a proper blowjob and ride you.

dolling up zandik/clone with sheer lace, with silk, ghosting your touch over his new bra just to feel how he trembles underneath, a near full-body blush dusting over his pale skin when you touch wherever you please. he may bitch, occasionally moan when you pinch and fondle his skin, maybe he’ll even start begging for you to take care of his newfound erection that tents and stains his matching panties with his pre.

having him go a day without you inside and only sex toys is torture, and not just for his prostate/g-spot. it’s all too easy to imagine his sharp teeth biting his poor, plump bottom lip, leg bouncing beneath his desk doing absolutely nothing but make him more aware of what’s so buried inside of him. be glad no one’s brave and stupid enough to approach your lovely boyfriend, even when his cherry-red blush is obvious and he’s “subtly” glaring at you across the room. as if you’ll miss anything in this suddenly oh so important lecture <3

despite his eagerness to please you (that he denies), pull him off to give him a chance to breathe. poor thing tried to impale his throat on your cock without any training! dumb little whore <3 teach him to bob his head, to swirl his tongue around your tip to coax out any pre, watch him go cockdrunk as his eyes flutter shut as you finally slide back into his pulsing throat. teach him to breathe through his nose so he doesn’t end up choking when you finally gift him with a nice throatpie <3 watch it drip from his mouth as he tries to swallow it all to be your good boy.

oh no oh god. inexperienced zandik is the death of me. oh my god.... the ooo so mighty and smart cutie who's a bit moody sometimes just... nothin when u do things that makes him feel things he has never felt b4...

like cmon, poor guy didn't even realize that u calling him your pretty slut while he wears that lingere you bought him, makin him stare at himself on a mirror, hands roaming allll over his trembling body, skin red from sheer embarrassment, would leave him sooo hard and aching with need but u ignore the way he grits his teeth and glares through the mirror and focus on the way his cock was drooling much to the point his brand new panties were already ruined... and he acts like he doesn't like it all! muffling his moans and whines whenever you touch his erogenous zones... normal. i am so normal.

AND TURNING HIM INTO A DUMB COCK HUNGRY WHORE GRHFHFHHDD. .. zandik sluttification era where he can't focus on his research when you don't fuck him at least once every day... euagh... AND UR SO RIGHT.. just playing with him with toys for the day? it's 100% for punishment whenever he breaks ur rules or pisses you off! pressing a vibe onto his tip while he's all tied up, refusing to stimulate anything else but his sensitive glans, eliciting the most cutest, desperate moans you'll ever hear from zandik... only to pull away when he starts to jerk his hips erratically, thrusting the air and closing his eyes, ultimately refusing to let him cum bc he's been a bad boy... all his mental fortitude thrown out the window because he's sobbing and begging u to let him cum after you deny him his orgasm for the nth time...

having a toy deeeeppp inside his ass, the tip of the fake cock pressing against his prostate n the girth of it makes his insides burn from the stretch... he's near tears just by sitting next to u while the professor starts the lecture, and he almost moans when it starts to whir to life inside of him, vibirating with the intensity that makes his eyes roll back. his head was now laid down onto his desk, arms covering his face as he tries his best not to make any humiliating noise. then you'd turn it off, zandik panting softly under his breath while his thighs shake, before glaring and cursing at you ... but fuck, the risk of getting caught and the unpredictability of when you turn it back on inside of him just makes him hornier then before...

SOMETHING ABOUT TEACHING A MAN SO SMART HOW TO DO SOMETHING!! n he was sooo bad at it at first... always nicking you with those sharp teeth of his... but now? it's like you have to pull him off your cock for him to regain his consciousness, because he just gets soooo lost in bliss when he sucks youu off.. mouth soo filled, throat conforming to the shape of ur dick, tears streaming down his face as his pitifully tries to breathe instead of choking. .. i can just imagine him batting his eyelashes at u while u fuck his throat. .. so addicted to ur cock, always sucking on your dick before he sets off to his research... wanting to taste ur cum like it's an essential for his everyday needs...

so cute to teach him how to pleasure you, he gets so excited really 😭 he denies it so hard but he's the one bouncing himself on your dick like there's no tomorrow!

ahhh to have him as my personal whore ❤❤ he can't live without ur cock so much sure to stuff him full everyday to keep him and yourself satisfied!

#. what. what if we kissed under the moonlihjt bc kf this.#/j #/hj #/srs #/j KHfkfdkdgk #im #:)#ADKGKHNV sooooooo normal #sub dottore #dottore x reader #dottore x male reader #» asmo's thirst talks #ILL FIX TAGS LATER ON MG LAPTOP DJDJHX

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mitsuyeaah · 10 months

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TRAIL OF BROKEN HEARTS

TŌRU OIKAWA x f! reader

“cause i’ve made some real big mistakes but you made the worst one look fine. i should’ve known it was strange.”

cw: college au, older brother’s best friend!oikawa (older brother is iwaizumi ofc), mutual pining (but oikawa is dumb and doesn’t know how to handle his feelings), nsfw (mdni), slight angst, smut, drunk sex, creampie, mentions of alcohol use (brief), pet names (baby, pretty girl)

word count: 5.9k

a/n: for my pookie tōru!!! hehe of course i’m posting something for him, i’ve been having severe tōru brainrot and i just HAD to write. © divider: animatedglittergraphics-n-more

“Say it..” Oikawa panted, umber eyes staring intently at your own, clouded with lust.

Loud music that penetrated the thin walls of the frat house slowly turned mellow—the sharp beats, and bass that had vibrations coursing through your veins were drowned out as every minute passed. Occasional cheers of many intoxicated college students that littered the house were watered down into a muffled mess as your ears rang from the sheer tension slowly building inside the walls of this very room you were in. That’s right, it was only the two of you—you and Oikawa, all alone with the door locked behind him.

Your cheeks warmed under his intense stare, moonlight that seeped from the window casting a faint glow on the side of his handsome face, accentuating his features and bringing out its sharpness that you’ve grown to love—pools of endless hazel glimmering from the silvery light. You swallowed thickly, his hot breath fanning over your face as he waited for your response. Your skin burned under Oikawa’s touch, his hand rested on your hip, and the other planted on the pillow, just beside your head to brace his torso.

He needed you to say that you wanted him—all of him—before doing anything further with you. Yes, his head spun from the mix of lust and alcohol but he was still in the right mind to ask you whether you wanted this or not because after all, you were his best friend’s younger sister. God, there were so many things wrong with this but neither of you cared; not when you’ve already exchanged a passionate kiss before entering the room, moaning his name into his mouth as his lips desperately collided against your own.

Fuck, Oikawa had been waiting, waiting, and waiting for this. There wasn’t a day where his mind didn’t wander to you, sometimes wandering a bit too deep for his liking which usually ended up with his hand wrapped around his hard cock, desperately fisting it as your name escapes his parted lips. He’s been waiting long enough, and tonight was the night he decided to do something about whatever he felt deep inside. Oikawa knew he’d be dead if he ever told Hajime about any of this, which is why he kept it all to himself but it didn’t help how his fantasies drove him up the wall—his body yearning for you to the extent where he swore it was almost painful.

Everything that led up to this moment was a blur, kind of. All you knew was that Oikawa was all over you as soon as you stepped foot in the house. His hand wrapped loosely around your waist, him pulling you onto his lap, his lingering stares; normally, you wouldn’t even bat an eye at him since he effortlessly made you nervous in his presence but you blamed the alcohol in your system. Oikawa mentally cursed himself for being so mean by slightly rejoicing at the fact that his best friend—your brother—couldn’t make it to tonight’s party due to being rostered for a shift.

This was all new to you because Oikawa had never given you this much attention for the entirety that you’ve known him—the two of you weren’t even close. Your older brother, Hajime, being the middle ground for both you and Oikawa. There were small exchanges of formalities here and there but that was just about it but tonight was different, he followed you everywhere and you let him—like two celestial bodies locked in an endless orbit around each other, bound by gravity. But what exactly was this gravity for both of you?

There was this voice at the back of your mind that told you this was wrong. That this would end it a messy disaster, given his reputation—not only loved and adored by many women but also surrounded. A ladies’ man, if you must, all thanks to his popular history with volleyball. You’ve always known deep down that Oikawa would never reciprocate your feelings because he merely saw you as Hajime’s younger sister, and acted like nothing but an older brother to you. But up until now, everything you believed didn’t seem so believable anymore; not when Oikawa had you underneath him, eyes blown with pure lust.

Maybe this time, this time you’ll shut out that pesky little voice in your head because you wanted nothing more than him—the man that’s got you trapped between his body and the mattress in a stranger’s bedroom, your brother’s best friend. Whatever comes after this, you’ll face head on but you trusted Oikawa to handle your heart gently despite the trails of broken hearts he’s left behind—something in you knew he wasn’t going to let you down. Nonetheless, you prayed to the stars above that you were right about this. About him.

Pleasure now, consequences later.

“I want you..” You breathed out, chest heaving up and down as your breaths became shallower with every passing minute.

Oikawa cursed under his breath before dipping his head down to kiss you. This time, his kisses weren’t as eager as earlier, they were slow and sensual; cherishing every second the way your pillowy lips moved against his own, and how it felt. The desperation behind Oikawa’s kisses were long gone, like he was rest assured that you weren’t going anywhere else, that you chose to be here with him. You reached your hands out, shakily grabbing the collar of his shirt as he shoved his tongue past your lips.

He placed a knee between your legs, situating it under your skirt, right at the apex where you needed him the most but he didn’t dare move it; it drove you absolutely crazy, the pressure on your cunt was there but it wasn’t enough to elicit some kind of pleasure—it also didn’t help how there was no friction at all. Whining into his mouth, you moved your hips up and down, grinding your clothed cunt against his knee. Oikawa pulled away from the heated kiss, the corners of his lips tugging into a smirk as he watched you desperately rut your hips into his knee. “How eager..” His tone was saccharine, sweeter than what he usually uses around other women.

If Oikawa was being honest right now, he was completely shitting himself. Not because it was his first time, no, but because it was you. You weren’t some other woman who would fall to his feet from mere flirtatious expressions which were often not genuine—hell, he’s pretty sure you never even saw him as a man but instead just another older brother figure. Oikawa knows this was wrong, completely wrong; he won’t blame you if you were confused out of your mind right now, given how he’s been acting neutral towards you for the past years you’ve known each other, and now suddenly he was all over you.

It was like he was put in a trance as his eyes wandered across your features. Fuck, you looked so pretty and it was all for him. Oikawa hastily grabbed the hem of your blouse and yanked it above your head, exposing the white lacy bra you donned underneath—his eyes traced your front, from the valley of your breasts down to your stomach. You were only half naked and yet you already left him speechless.

Oikawa didn’t hesitate to strip down to his underwear, he also didn’t give your eyes enough time to wander down his torso by flipping your skirt up and parting your legs further. At this point, the alcohol coursing through his body made him hornier and more impatient. He planted your feet on the bed, bringing your knees up before peppering your inner thighs with sloppy, wet kisses that earned small whimpers from you—Oikawa held your gaze as he kissed your clothed cunt.

You sucked in a sharp breath as you stared at his lustful gaze, your hands gripping the hem of your skirt at his lewdness. It wasn’t your first time having sex with someone but Oikawa was just so different from the ones you’ve slept with—so lewd, so dirty, and not as adventurous as the other’s you’ve had. “O-Oikawa.. Haah..” A moan slipped past your lips as he licked the wet spot on your underwear, the tip of his tongue stiffening to apply pressure at your sopping entrance.

“Hmm? So wet f’me already..” You threw your head back at the friction from his fingers that were rubbing up and down your clothed cunt. Oikawa’s smug smile widened as the wet spot on your panties grew from his ministrations, earning another moan from you as you clenched around nothing. “Oikawa, please. I want you in me..” You whined, the warmth from your cheeks spreading to your ears as you held his gaze. You didn’t miss the way his hazel eyes glimmered at your pathetic plea.

He tilted his head to the side, fingers still rubbing at your clothed cunt, “Oh? It looks like you don’t want me at all, baby. Your begging sounds pathetic.” The drunken words he slurred earned a slight whimper from you. You felt defeated that he was making you beg more for him when you were already as impatient as you could get. “Mhm.. Please, Tōru..? Fuck. I want your cock inside me.”

Oikawa would’ve asked you to beg for him more if you didn’t use his first name. Fuck, something about the way his name rolled off your tongue made his cock twitch. He used to fantasise about you moaning his name underneath him, and now that it’s right in front of him, he won’t let it go any time soon.

“Let’s get these off first, hm? Show me yourself, pretty girl.” Oikawa skilfully snaked his hands behind your back to unclasp the lacy restriction on your chest. Before you could even compose yourself, he eagerly pulled your bra from your chest—goosebumps immediately forming from the cool night air. “Oikawa, h-hold on..!” Your arms defensively crossed over your chest, hiding your breasts from his view. “Mmm, there’s no reason to hide from me is there? After all, I’m going to be fucking that sweet cunt soon.” Oikawa circled his hands around your wrists, gently tugging them out of the way and pinning them on either side of your head to expose your breasts.

He bit his lip at the view. Fuck, it was just like how he imagined when he fisted his cock to the thought of you. Your heart pounded against your chest, getting extremely shy from the way Oikawa was eyeing your breasts a little too long for your liking. He let out a breathless laugh, not missing the way you turned your head to the side from embarrassment. He slowly let go of your wrists to cup at each mound, his large palms perfectly covering the entirety of each breast.

Your lips parted to let out a soft moan, face contorting in pleasure as Oikawa massaged your breasts—he switched between squeezing the supple skin and lightly pinching at your hardened buds, earning a small yelp from you. “Baby, as much as I’d love to spend more time playing with your tits, I’m sure we both have one thing in mind.” He gave you a saccharine smile before placing a chaste kiss on the valley of your breasts.

Oikawa pulled back to remove the last article of clothing he had on, your keen eyes watched as he slowly pulled down the fabric, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen as he fully exposed himself. You bit your lip at his cock, your gaze tracing every ridge along his shaft. Not only was it pretty but fuck, was it long. Pride swelled upon Oikawa’s chest as he saw the way you keenly eyed his cock. You watched as he wrapped a hand around the shaft and languidly stroked it, throwing his head back in pleasure.

As if on instinct, you sat up from the mattress with your hands jutted, wanting to grab his pretty cock—your head spun a bit from the swift movement. “Ah, ah, ah. There’s another time for that, my pretty. I want to be inside you right now.” Oikawa grabbed your shoulder and gently pushed your torso back down on the mattress before climbing over your body once again.

Another time? Was that a sincere promise or an empty one? You couldn’t help but think.

With your skirt flipped up, he pushed aside your soaked panties to tease his tip at your wet entrance. You threw your head back at the raw skin contact, allowing Oikawa to dip his head down to pepper your collarbone with open-mouthed kisses.

“Fuck.. P-Please just put it in, ‘Kawa..” “Mhm, that’s Tōru for you.”

Oikawa breathlessly chuckled against your skin, and before you could retort, he pushed the blunt tip of his cock past your wet folds, earning a whine from both of you. Your hands flew to wrap around his torso, nails gently scratching at his back as he pushed his cock in inch by inch—tracing every dip and curve of his back muscles. Oikawa’s eyes rolled back at the sensation of your nails running down his back, sending a shiver up his spine as the pleasure within him grew.

“S-shit..! You’re so fucking tight, huh? This pussy is taking me so well—aah!” He let out a heated gasp as you clenched around him, his arms trembling and almost giving up from it. “Ngh! Just put it all in, Tōru.. I can take you.” Oikawa almost moaned out loud, not only did you use his first name again but you also reassured him that you could take his length just fine. That there was no need to hold back with you. His arms wobbled as he pushed the rest of his length in.

With his cock fully sheathed inside you, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a long loud whine. Oikawa stayed that way for a while, heavy pants leaving his lips as he pulled himself together. Fuck, you were squeezing him so good. His nails dug deep into his palms as you scratched his back once again from the way the blunt tip of his cock kissed your cervix, he was about to lose his mind and he hadn't even started thrusting yet. “What? Best pussy you’ve had?” You panted, one hand snaking up to play with his chestnut strands.

Normally, Oikawa would’ve retorted with something cockier but what you said was true. He’d been fantasising long enough about your sweet cunt but he didn’t know it was going to be this good. Too good. “Of course.. And it’s all mine, yeah? Fuck, this pussy is all mine and no one else’s.” He lifted his head from your neck to meet your gaze—his cheeks were now a shade of crimson, lids heavy from lust.

“Yes, Tōru. All yours. I’m all yours.”

You didn’t miss the way Oikawa sucked in a sharp breath as he held your gaze. Both of you knew there was weight to your words—it had meaning behind them, and not spurred like a drunken, meaningless confession at the heat of the moment. But that was reserved for the morning, at least.

He pulled his hips back and started thrusting while giving you a passionate kiss, earning a loud muffled moan from you. Oikawa couldn’t believe this was actually happening and fuck, it was definitely much better than having a hand around his cock while imagining it was your cunt. The sound of skin slapping, squelching, and heated moans bounced around the thin walls of the room as he picked up his pace. Fortunately, these erotic sounds coming from the two of you were enough to be drowned out by the loud music originating from the living room.

Normally, Oikawa would’ve had you in a ‘face down, ass up’ position just like with the other girls he’s had—mainly because it was his favourite position but something about being in missionary with you was different, despite how boring he thought the position to be; Oikawa wanted to see the entirety of you, how you reacted to the pleasure he gave you, your breasts bouncing with every sharp thrust of his hips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. All of it. Not to mention how intimate the position was, being able to look into your pretty eyes as he pounded into you, and whisper sweet praises that only you can hear.

“F-fuck..! So tight for me—ngh! Just like how I ima—aah! ..How I imagined.” Oikawa rested his forehead against your own, his hot breath fanning over your face as he angled his hips to drive his cock deeper. You let out a broken moan at the feeling of his heavy balls slapping your ass over and over again which each thrust; the slapping was so harsh that it felt like your skin was burning but fuck it burned so good. “Ha—aah! Tōru..! So so good—ngh!” Oikawa breathlessly chuckled at your broken moans before grabbing your leg to prop over his shoulder, driving his cock deeper into you.

You arched your back at the new angle, a heated gasp leaving your lips in the form of his name as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Oikawa held onto the headboard with one arm, the other one planted beside your head before moving his hips harder and faster, causing the bed to squeak loudly. His lips were parted, endless desperate whines escaping as his pretty face contorted in pure bliss—his sounds definitely did not disappoint, they were breathy and higher in pitch, so desperate and needy. His moans and whines went straight to your cunt, making you wetter with each erotic sound that came from the man above you.

“Mhm—aah! Yeah? Better than any dick you’ve had, right? Haah! Of course it is..” You clenched around him, earning a loud heated gasp, and his head bowing in pleasure. “So perfect f’me, my pretty girl..” Oikawa whined, bringing his lips closer to yours—he had a hard time chasing them due to your body jolting from his quick, rough thrusts; his own lips were parted, sloppily kissing you with desperation.

Your moans increased in pitch as the familiar knot in your stomach was slowly starting to thin, and ready to snap any time soon. “Ah..! Haah..! T-Tōru—ngh! I’m cu—ah! I’m cumming!” You tugged at his hazel strands, back arching off the mattress as your limbs started to tingle with pleasure. Oikawa moaned against your sweaty skin at the feeling of his hair being pulled, he had his face buried on your neck, his whines and whimpers loud against your ear. “Y-Yeah? Mhm—ah! Fuck! That’s right, cum for me, my pretty.” He trailed wet kisses along the side of your neck and up your jaw, leading to your lips.

“Look at me. Look at me when you fucking cum so you know who’s cock is making you feel this good—haah!” He pulled away from the heated kiss, grabbing your chin to keep his gaze on him by using the hand that was previously on the headboard, while the other rubbed tight circles on your clit. You looked up at Oikawa, his umber hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, no longer swept in a neat hairstyle. His lips were red, and swollen, parted to let out heavy pants while staring into your eyes. Fuck, he was beautiful. You couldn’t help but think that all the other women he’s had have seen this view before as well.

Oikawa looked down at you, eyelids threatening to close from immense pleasure but he didn’t dare give in, he wanted to see your face while you came around his cock—the face he’d been fantasising about since the day he realised he had feelings for you. Your face contorted in pleasure as the knot deep in your stomach finally snapped, mouth forming an ‘o’ as you screamed in silence, orgasm washing over your entire body as you came around him. Oikawa cupped your cheek, thumb stroking your face while breathlessly whispering sweet nothings as you two locked gazes. Your body trembled with a cry of his name, pleasure shooting up your spine, “Tōru..!” “F-Fuck! I’m here, baby.. Ngh!—So so good for me..” He whined desperately as you clenched around his cock, his hips stuttering.

“I—aah! Inside..” You moaned, head lolling to the side as you came down from your high. Oikawa didn’t know if he heard that right or he was just drunk, “Wha— Huh..?” Your words definitely sobered him up a bit but it made his head spin. “Cum inside me. Please, Tōru.. I want all of you.” He cursed under his breath, giving you a few more hard thrusts before letting go. Oikawa sheathed his cock deep inside you and held your torso against him, his arms securely wrapped around your trembling body as he lifted your back off the mattress.

With your chests pressed against each other, he gave you quick shallow thrusts as he came, fucking his cum deeper into you while moaning you name close to your ear. The leg that was propped on his shoulder burned from the stretch but you didn’t care, not when he was fucking you this good. “A-aah! Fuck..! That’s it—ngh! God, I love you so much.” Oikawa whined as he pressed his fingers against your back, the last bit of his hot cum spurting inside you. The two of you plopped down on the mattress with a soft thud, his head buried in the junction of your neck, letting out heavy pants as he tried collecting himself.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, your hands gently playing with his messy hair as you stared up at the ceiling, realisation slowly washing over you as you sobered up more than ever. Instead of catching your breath, it turned into panicked ones, realising that you’ve had sex with your older brother’s best friend. Oikawa noticed this and looked up at you, holding your panicked gaze as you were already looking down at him.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I love you? Did he really mean that or was it just from the heat of the moment? You definitely heard him say it, so you knew you weren’t just making it up, not when his lips were that close to your ear.

How foolish, you thought. What happens now? Worry settled in as you remembered the trail of broken hearts he had behind him. You knew it was wrong to judge a person this way but everyone—your brother included—was aware of the relationships Oikawa had. Yes, no one is perfect but yet most—if not all—his past relationships weren’t ideal, and some didn’t even last more than a month long while some clearly were just a one night stand. Was that where you stood with him? Just a one night stand? You let out a shaky exhale, “Tōru—” Oikawa cut you off with a sensual kiss, his lips eagerly moving against your own as if he had an idea of what was about to come next.

This didn’t make you feel better. You didn’t know why but there was something in your mind telling you that he wasn’t going to leave you hanging like this; your mind suddenly went back to earlier tonight, where Oikawa basically gravitated towards you, following you wherever you went. You felt something back there, like he wasn’t holding himself back anymore—not selling himself short like what he’s been doing for all the years you’ve known each other. Like he wore his heart on his sleeve.

He broke away from the kiss, umber eyes tracing your features as his thumb gently swiped your bottom lip. “D-did you really mean that..?” You stared into his eyes but he didn’t return your gaze nor answered the question, “Shhh.. Let’s just stay like this for a while.” Oikawa rolled over to the side, wrapping his arm around you from behind and resting his chin atop your head. You stared at the wall in front of you, unmoving and mind racing with unwanted thoughts. No matter how much his hand massaged your hip, it didn’t put you at ease because now you didn’t know where you stood with Oikawa after sleeping with him. Fuck, how were you even going to face your brother? What would he think of you?

Shit. You wouldn’t even know how to face Oikawa the next time you see him after this, that is, if you do see him. Not only did unwanted thoughts plague your mind but you also felt disgusting. For doing something like this with your brother’s best friend; yes, you’ve had feelings for him for as long as you could remember but did he even reciprocate them? Or did Oikawa just stick beside you tonight because you both had alcohol and he wanted to get in your pants? No. He asked you earlier if you really wanted this with him and you said yes.

Maybe you weren’t so foolish after all. Or so you thought.

It had been a few days since that night and you were fucking restless. Every single time your phone chimed from a notification, you’d be quick to grab it, hoping it's from the man you’ve been wanting to hear about but disappointment washes over you when his name doesn’t pop up. Panic builds up as the days pass without hearing anything from Oikawa. You didn’t even know why you were waiting, it wasn’t like he owed you anything but you just thought that maybe it would be different for you. It also wasn’t like he was obligated to contact you, maybe you really were just a one night stand for him, and that attraction you felt was one sided. Were you just really imagining it all? Were you just waiting for something that wasn’t going to happen?

“Iwa-chan!” You were pulled back from your trance as you heard a familiar voice coming from the living room, where Hajime was. Closing your notebook, you stood up from your desk and took a few steps before peeking through the slight crack of your door to see Oikawa happily chatting with your older brother. Your heart skipped a beat upon seeing his face, legs tingling with eagerness to go to him but what would you even say? It’s not like he promised you a relationship that night nor did he confess his feelings. You couldn’t help but remember those three words he told you but at this point, it looked like it was just from the heat of the moment. Those three words probably didn’t have any weight to it like it did when you stated that you were all his.

You stiffened as your brother called out your name, instinctively ducking down as if he caught you peeking. Making your way out of your room, you tried to act as normal as possible. “We’re going to head out for a bit. Do you want anything?” “Mmm, any food is fine. Thanks..” You replied before shifting your gaze to Oikawa who stared off to the side, not even acknowledging your presence. Normally, he would smile at you whenever he came over or even give you a pat on the head while he greets you. Hajime nodded before ushering his best friend out the door, Oikawa didn’t even look back. Not even once.

The door slammed shut, the sound reverberating through the whole apartment, and you were left with your mess of feelings. Ah, so he’s ignoring me, you thought. You didn’t even know why you were feeling this way. Was it because you hoped for something more given the feelings you’ve held for Oikawa for the past years? You sat on the couch, not knowing what to do—your mind kept replaying the words he said to you that night. How he told you he loved you; how he said he’s been imagining you in ways you didn’t even know. What was the meaning of that? You knew better than to believe these words given how his personality is but you couldn’t help hoping that there was at least some kind of feeling behind them.

You buried your face in your palms, letting out a deep sigh. You couldn’t even get angry at Oikawa because he never led you on in any way. For him, what happened that night was just plain sex but for you, you thought he was finally seeing you in a different light and not just his best friend's younger sister. And now you’re left with nothing but confusion. Another statistic to the trail of broken hearts that he wore like a cape, dragging behind him. You were frustrated at yourself for letting your feelings completely overtake your common sense.

A few days turned into a week but nothing changed for you. Oikawa was still on your mind but he never reached out to you—not that he was obligated to but you figured it was necessary, given his deep-rooted friendship with Hajime. At least a little discussion about that night would’ve helped you with your thoughts a bit but no, your mind was still a swirling mess. You cursed yourself every time you remembered your foolish mistake, you knew what you were getting yourself into and yet you bit onto the bait without thinking about the dire consequences to not only your feelings but also your relationship with Oikawa.

Maybe after all, you were just imagining it. That was the easiest fact there was—being delusional because you had feelings for him, so you instantly misread what he told you that night. You looked into words that never had a meaning behind them. Baseless sentences that held no feelings.

Deciding to study at a nearby café on a whim, you enter the cosy shop, the distinct aroma of roasted coffee beans and warm atmosphere of the café immediately putting your mind at ease. The café was filled with the soft chatter of customers, and the sounds of the coffee machine. Before taking a few steps to the counter where the cashier stood behind, you noticed a familiar brown-haired man sitting at one of the tables, and he wasn’t alone. Your heart skipped a beat as Oikawa already had his hazel gaze on you, his expression somewhere between surprised and panicked. He noticed your gaze drift to the person who sat in front of him—a woman—who happily talked about something you couldn’t exactly hear.

Seeing Oikawa with other women wasn’t new to you. After all, you’ve known him long enough for you to become accustomed to this sight despite your heart breaking a little. Throughout the years, you’ve managed to patch up the little cracks in your heart whenever you saw him with someone else—whether it be the flavour of the week or a relationship that lasts for a month but today, seeing him with a woman after being intimate with him was enough to break your heart into pieces. What you did next was purely out of instinct, your feet moved on their own, hasty steps out of the café just to get away from Oikawa; you didn’t know where you were going but you wanted him out of sight.

You knew you were being a complete idiot for acting this way. Hell, why were you even running away from him? Stupid. Foolish. Why am I acting like this?! You thought. You let out a shaky sigh, your nails digging into your palms as you swiftly walked down the footpath, trying to forget the way Oikawa’s face looked when he saw you.

The sound of shoes loudly hitting the concrete footpath behind you suddenly filled your ears, you stopped in your tracks as he called out your name—you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Oikawa knew exactly why he chased after you, it was almost like a reflex for him given how fast he stood up from his seat to run to you. He’s aware he’s been ignoring you for the past week, and he also knows it’s probably shitty of him to suddenly chase after you like this but Oikawa’s got a sinking feeling that if he didn’t chase after you, you’d slip away from his grasp. Forever.

Turning around, you crossed your arms over your chest as if to shield your naked heart. “What do you want, Oikawa?” He winced not only at your tone—sharp, and cold—but as well as the use of his last name. He didn’t know what to say if he was being honest; you watched as he opened his mouth but no words came out, gears turning in his head to find the right thing to say to you. “I meant it.” Oikawa held your gaze, brows knitted together. You knew what he meant by that, it was the answer to the question you asked him that night. You sucked in a sharp breath, heart pounding against your chest as if it was ready to leap out and jump straight into his hands like it belonged there—to be cherished, and loved.

As much as you wanted to jump with joy that he did, in fact reciprocate your feelings, it was anticlimactic. The overwhelming hurt and confusion you’ve felt for the past week was just consuming you. “I-I don’t..” You trailed off, not knowing what to say to him, especially when his umber eyes stared at you with such desperation. You’ve never seen Oikawa like this; he was usually a man of many expressions—mostly full of cunning, and ingenuine smiles but this one you haven’t seen.

“Look. I know I fucked up. I really do love you. I don’t know why I ran away—no I do know. I was scared because I’ve never been so serious about a woman, let alone my best friend’s younger sister.” He scratched his nape, taking a step closer to you. You watched him in silence, a wordless invitation for him to keep going.

Oikawa let out a shaky sigh. “I know saying sorry and this half assed explanation isn’t enough but.. these feelings I’ve had for you.. they’ve been here for as long as I could remember, and it fucking sucks that you had to find out through this mess. That night.. I don’t regret anything but I did wish it could have happened without any of these consequences. I know I’m asking for a lot but.. can we start again?” It was your turn to sigh, “It’s not that easy, Tōru.. but it really isn’t your fault as well.” Oikawa’s face softened at the use of his first name. “I mean, I knew what I was getting myself into. I admit that maybe I was just being a bit dramatic about this whole thing because I had feelings for you but looking back at it, there’s really no reason for you to be apologising..”

You took a step closer before wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. Oikawa blinked, taken aback by your sudden action, nonetheless, he wrapped his arms around you—still trying to process the fact that you actually like him back. “T-That woman back there, we were meeting up for a project..” You chuckled at his reply before looking up at him to meet his hazel gaze, “There’s no need to explain to me, you know?”

Before he could reply, you smiled at him,

“I want to start again, Tōru. This time, no running away from our feelings?” “No running away.”

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aquagirl1978 · 3 days

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To Love a Sinner - William Rex x Reader (Ikemen Villains)

A/N: Happy Birthday, William! My first entry for An Invitation to Crown, hosted by @judejazza

Pairing: William Rex x Reader

Prompt: linked fingers

Word Count: 1006

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; established relationship; reader is afab; piv; fingering; reader is referred to as "good girl"

A sin is nothing more than a sin.

It was very easy to love William. Yes, he was a sinner, and you accepted that, but he was so much more than just that. He was kind and compassionate to a fault, and he helped you find your true voice. With each sin he committed, you found yourself falling deeper in love with him, falling deeper into the darkness that was his world.

“What do you want for your birthday, Will?” you asked as you gazed up at a pair of adoring eyes.

“I want what I want every day.” His eyes narrowed, and his smile widened, sending heat rushing through your body. Your cheeks already warm, you looked away; one look at his beautiful face, and you’d be lured into his wicked ways.

“Oh, please don't be shy, my dear sweet robin.” He pressed his palm gently against your cheek; your face tilted towards him as you leaned into his touch, your lips quivering as they searched for his.

He dipped his face to yours, soft lips barely brushed against yours in what dared to be a kiss, his whispered words warm on your skin.

“Tell me what you want.”

Words escaped you as you let out a shuddering sigh. The look of pure, unbridled lust in Will’s eyes as he gazed down upon you was almost too much to bear.

“What do you desire?” he asked again. His body was gracefully poised over yours, close enough to feel his heat radiating through his clothes. His hand curled around yours, threading his fingers through yours.

“Kiss me,” you requested breathlessly, knowing this would only be the beginning of a night of sinful pleasure.

The tender expression that washed over his face told you precisely how happy he was to hear you express your wishes. He pressed his smile against yours, happily granting your desire. As your eyes drifted closed, the sweet scent of roses filled your lungs and Will deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Your hands moved on their own accord; your fingers, finding the buttons on his shirt, began to clumsily unbutton them, one by one. Will let out a sound, deep and beautiful, once you undid enough buttons to slide his shirt down his shoulder.

Your hand, now on his bare skin, continued to push his shirt away, exposing his back. Breathing him in, savoring the sweet taste of strawberries still lingering on his tongue, you pressed your palm against his flesh, pulling him closer to you.

Crimson nails crawled up your thigh, pushing the silky material of your skirt out of his way, his fingers pressing into your sensitive skin. A pleased grin graced his handsome face as his hand traveled up your leg until he found your most sensitive spot. You dug your nails into his back, your hands sliding across the wide expanse of fair skin, not caring if you left any marks, gasping when he slid a finger inside you.

He broke the kiss, gently pulling away from you. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his blood-red eyes mesmerizing as his thumb stroked your clit, this single touch making you forget everything but him.

“I want you, Will.” Your voice was soft as you whispered words only for his ears. “I want all of you.”

“Then that is what you shall have.” He shifted his body, his face still close to yours, your legs spreading for him. He slid two fingers inside, slowly stretching you, enjoying the lewd sounds he elicited from your lips.

You let out a small whimper when he removed his hand, your body immediately craving his. He quickly removed his belt and undid his pants, freeing his erection.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me,” he said as he guided his tip inside you. He covered your mouth with his, swallowing your moans as he pushed inside, slowly stretching your walls.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his grin wicked as he held your hand in his, bracing himself as he began to rock his body against yours. A maelstrom of emotions brewed in your belly as you allowed yourself to freely indulge in this sinful pleasure. Will filled you with a pleasure so great it could only be good, his piercing gaze never leaving yours. A reminder that he liked to see your adorable face, and you liked to see his. Sliding his hand down your thigh, he guided your leg around his waist, allowing him to penetrate you deeper, your lustful moans melodious to his ear.

“Close your eyes and come for me,” he whispered into your ear, his hand sliding between your legs. Once he found your sensitive spot, his long fingers teased you, coaxing your soft, sweet sounds until you came undone in his hands. “Good girl, just like that,” he praised; you squeezed his hand as your trembling body succumbed to the pleasure he provided, his body soon joining yours in a state of absolute bliss.

You held his head close to your chest, your heart still beating wildly while night's embrace calmed you both.

“Did you have a good birthday?” you asked quietly, your fingers combing his messy hair. He looked up at you, his crimson gaze tender as he looked at you with adoration.

“Yes.” He flicked his eyes up to meet yours, his thumb traced light circles on the inside of your wrist, your hands still clasped together. “Maybe my best yet.”

One look at the radiant smile he flashed you, and you knew he had carved this moment on his heart.

“I love you, Will.” You squeezed his hand, not ready to let go. Not today, not any day.

He pulled your joined hands to his lips and brushed a chaste kiss across your knuckles. “I love you, too,” he whispered back.

One day, the sinner would have to pay for his sins. But that day wasn’t today. And until that day came, you were going to love your sinner until his very last breath.

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wakandas-vibranium · 1 year

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Wednesday Nights || Part Two

Pairing: Pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI 👁️, smutty smut, cursing, dirty talk, praise kink, oral(f + m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: Here’s part two for all who asked! Please like, comment, and reblog!

part one

part three

part four

part five

You and Joel nibbled on your breakfast while you walked and talked to your apartment. You were somewhat surprised when he agreed, but he seemed to trust you well enough. Everything about him caught your attention. Even the way he walked turned you on. You were down bad.

As you entered your apartment building, he held the door open for you like the gentleman that he was.

As you waited for the elevator, a touchy-feely couple stood next to you. They were giggling and groping each other, totally devoid of the rest of the world. You and Joel shared a glance. Both of you had the same mischievous twinkle in your eyes. As if to say, they've got the right idea.

When the elevator doors opened, the four of you walked in. Being in an elevator with two strangers apparently wasn't enough to deter the couple from making out. At the very least, they had enough sense to press the button to their floor.

As soon as the doors closed, Joel wrapped his arms around your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder. You placed your free hand over his while the other played in his hair. You weren’t sure what to say, so you both said nothing. The familiarity flowed easily.

Besides, even if you wanted to say something, the couple was sucking each other's faces so loudly that you wouldn't even be able to hear each other.

Fortunately, the couple got off on the third floor. When the lovey-dovey pair exited the elevator, you realized you hadn't pressed the button for your floor. You pushed yourself away from Joel's grasp and moved over to the column of buttons, pressing floor ten.

As you returned your gaze to Joel, you felt yourself flush. He clearly expected you to walk back into his arms, but you didn't. You stayed exactly where you were. You were suddenly invaded by an overwhelming sense of shyness. Why did he make you so nervous?

"Don't go gettin' shy on me, darlin'," he teased, lingering at the back of the elevator.

“I’m not,” you uttered weakly. You definitely were. You were still somewhat in shock that this was the man giving you thigh shaking orgasms over the phone damn near the last six months. Since when did you acquire a steeping pile of luck?

“Then come here.”

You swallowed hard. You noticed a pinch in your throat from nerves and shyness, but you took a step toward Joel anyway.

You took two more steps, stopping directly in front of him, and gazed into his mischievous chestnut-brown eyes. He cupped your face in his hands and slowly leaned forward, giving you the opportunity to pull away. He glanced at your lips, coming closer. You sighed deeply and closed the distance, crashing your lips against his in a long-overdue, brutal kiss.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you back, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. Under his mustache, his lips were smooth and supple. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning softly as he deepened the kiss, licking into your mouth. His lips tasted of the rich coffee and savory croissant bread you had just shared for breakfast.

You broke the kiss, both of you panting against each other’s lips. Gently, he gripped your shoulders and turned you around to face the elevator doors, his hand wrapping around your midsection as he sucked a tantalizing bruise into your neck.

"Joel," you moaned, reaching behind you and him to pull him closer and tilting your head to give him better access.

“Mmhmm,” he grunted softly, “Joel has a much better ring to it than Jay, huh?”

His husky voice, just below your ear, sent heat through every inch of your body. Your clit throbbed and your nipples hardened. You desired him carnally. As his large hands roamed your body, the intense hunger you had for him made it almost impossible for you to simply string together an acceptable sentence.

“Yes," you said, letting out a short sigh of amusement. Jay wasn't much different from Joel, but it was still delightful to be able to moan his real name.

The elevator chirped, signaling that you had arrived on the tenth floor. You both cracked a smile, and you grabbed his hand, leading him off the elevator and down the hall to your apartment door.

You let go of his hand in order to reach inside your purse and pull out your keys. You both walked inside after you unlocked the door. You shut and locked the door, hanging your purse up on the shelf, before entering the living area.

“We should talk,” you said, swallowing around the lump in your throat.

“We should,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Or…I can fuck you for real this time then we can talk after,” he suggested bluntly.

You swallowed again, taken aback by the bluntness of his words. Still, his words yanked at the neglected coil that rested deep inside your belly.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” you agreed, sauntering down the hall and into your bedroom. Joel was hot on your heels, discarding his shirt, tossing it somewhere on the hallway floor before crossing into your room behind you.

You pulled your shirt and bra over your head, tossing them at Joel before bending down to remove your pants. He chuckled at your antics, bending down to help you lower your panties before setting you down on your bed, hand splayed in the very middle of your breasts, to lay you down onto the bed.

"Spread your legs all the way for me, Y/N." Joel urged resting between your legs. You scooched up the bed a little to give him more space before spreading your legs wider.

"Mmm," he hummed, licking his lips as he eyed your wet pussy. "Already so wet for me, baby." A nervous chill ran down your spine in tense anticipation. For him, you were on display, and there was nowhere to hide.

Joel shifted forward and blew against your clit, causing you to suppress a choked moan at the back of your throat and clutch the sheets on either side of you.

God, he was such a fucking tease , you thought. No different from your phone calls.

Slowly and confidently he finally closed his lips around your clit. You jerked against him, startled by the intensity of the sensation. No one had touched you like this in a long time, and those who did couldn't hold a candle to Joel. His breath was hot against your pussy just before his tongue teased open your folds with strong flicks.

To ground yourself, you ran your fingers through his hair. He spread your lips with his fingers, driving his tongue inside you, shaking his head from left to right, slurping up your wetness. You squirmed, crying out.

“Joel,” you whimpered, fingers tightening in his brown tresses as your head writhed against the pillows. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum if you keep doin’ that.” He plunged two fingers inside you effortlessly and began sucking harder on your clit until you came in his mouth.

“Give it to me.” he said, continuing his adroit ministrations. You shuddered, pulsating around his thick fingers. Him talking you through it sounded even better in person than over the phone. He was driving you completely fucking mad .

“You taste so good,” he praised, still swirling his hot tongue against your quivering pussy, sending vibrations through you and making you jerk even harder, “Don’t stop cummin’ for me.”

“Joel, please baby,” you begged weakly as he continued tonguing your sensitive clit.

“Hold my hand, darlin’,” he mumbled, looking up briefly to grasp your hand in his. “I’m not done yet.” He announced before putting his head back down to lap at your soaking folds.

If you weren’t so intoxicated with desire, you’d be mortified by the pathetic whine that just escaped your lips. You were overwhelmed. You couldn't decide what to focus on — your quickening breaths, his comforting hand wrapped around yours, your trembling thighs, his talented tongue, or the delighted moans Joel made as he ate you out for his pleasure.

You decided to zero in on his expert tongue. His tongue formed a pattern you weren't familiar with yet. You could’ve sworn he just traced the letters J and O onto your clit with his tongue.

Was he spelling his fucking name?

“Are you — are you spelling y-your name?” You asked weakly, mind already blown.

“Mmhmm,” he admitted, laughing softly. The vibrations made you shiver and you were cumming yet again, all kinds of obscene noises fell past your lips.

You finally pushed his head away and motioned for him to switch spots. It was your turn to have your mouth on him . You sat up on your knees as you watched him settle where you were just a moment ago.

You straddled his legs, unbuckling his belt, and yanked his pants and boxers down all in one swift motion. Your eagerness must have unlocked some unknown strength. Your mouth watered with hunger the moment his cock sprung free. It did look like the toy you purchased earlier. But Joel was correct. The tip of his dick was considerably thicker than the silicone toy.

“Don’t hurt me now,” Joel teased, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he peered down at you, reaching for his erection.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you retorted, smirking up at him.

You licked long, wet stripes along the sides of his shaft before taking the crown of his cock between your soft, luscious lips. "Shit," he cursed, groaning low as the heat of your mouth engulfed him.

You swirled your tongue around the tip before taking him deeper into your mouth, diligently bobbing your head up and down, savoring the tender grunts escaping his lips. Joel cupped the back of your head, guiding you further onto his cock. “You look so pretty with all that cock in your mouth.”

A warmth rushed through your chest at the praise. You moaned as you gazed up at Joel through your eyelashes. Your eyes watered as you hollowed your cheeks, taking him in as deeply as you could, gagging a little as the tip of his cock slipped down the back of your throat.

"Shit!" he growled loudly. "Smack it around on your tongue a bit," he demanded, his grasp on the back of your head relaxing. You did as you were told, letting it slide out of your mouth before tapping it against your warm tongue and stroking it with your left hand while the other fondled his balls.

“Get up here and ride me," Joel said, motioning for you to take your place on his lap. You stroked him twice before shifting up his body and settling in his lap, your dripping entrance hovering over his saliva-slicked erection. You grasped his cock, hastily lined it with your entrance, and slowly eased down on it, both cursing as he bottomed out.

You started out with a smooth bounce, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you gazed down into his lust-filled pupils.

He licked his bottom lip. "You look so sexy taking my cock," he praised, reaching up to cup your breast in his hand, grunting loudly as he watched his cock slide in and out of your tight pussy. His encouraging words served to further boost your confidence; so you placed your hands on his chest, whirled your hips, and bounced a bit more enthusiastically. The way he was stretching you out hurt so good.

There was so much lust in Joel's eyes that it nearly gave him the appearance of intoxication. He took his thumb partly in his mouth and licked it before bringing it down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing swiftly. “Come on," he encouraged, rubbing harder. “I wanna see you cum on my cock.”

Your entire body began to tingle as the coil deep inside your belly began to unravel. You were so tongue-tied that you were unable to tell him that you were cumming, but you could tell by the all-knowing grin he sported that he could feel it.

As if he could read your mind, he said, "Yeah, I can feel it." He chuckled at the blissed-out face you made as you cried out, wetness flowing from you down his cock as you came hard. "Good girl."

Every nerve in your body felt as if it were being pinched, but in a manner that was pleasant. You wondered if it was possible to cum so hard that you'd end up transported to another universe.

"Joel," you whimpered as he continued to rub you through your orgasm. After a moment, he finally shifted his hand, moving up to grasp your neck and pull you down, pressing his lips to yours, swallowing your moans as he kissed you, and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

"I want to bounce on your cock some more," you whispered against his lips. He beamed up at you, and you couldn't help but return the smile. "Well, I ain’t stoppin’ you," he said, kissing you once more before you moved again. You turned around slowly, careful not to let his cock slip out. Once he had a good view of your ass, you placed the soles of your feet on the mattress and squatted bouncing on him as hard and fast as you could.

"Oh fuuuck ," he gasped, astonished that you twisted around without his cock slipping out and taken aback by the harsh rhythm you set. He had made you cum three times already. Now it was your turn to make him cum. It was the least you could do. In this moment, riding him like your life depended on it was an understatement. You ground down, causing him to dig deeper into your core. He hissed in pleasure. “Goddamn.”

“Keep grindin’ on me like that and I’ll cum,” Joel grunted, smacking both your asscheeks. “You want that, don’t you?”

“ Yesss . You feel so good inside me, Joel.” you praised, looking down at him over your shoulder. He looked sexy underneath you. As if that’s where he belonged. A small voice in the back of your head hoped for this to happen again and again, just like the Wednesday nights you shared.

Joel put his feet on the mattress and lifted his hips, knocking you off balance, but he caught you by the waist and jackhammered up into you.

“Fuuuck! You’re. Takin’. My. Cock. So. Fuckin'. Good—" Joel gritted his teeth with each vicious snap of his hips; his cock pulsed inside you, and you clenched around him as tight as you could.

“I’m cummin’ darlin,” Joel warned, panting harsher with his erratic thrusts.

He grasped your bouncing tits. “Where do you want it?”

“Stay right wh-where you are,” you moaned, bringing a finger down onto your swollen clit, rubbing yourself fast and hard in tight circles.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Joel moaned in response, his large hands loosening the hold on your bouncing tits to grip at your waist as his hips smacked against your asscheeks, pounding into you even harder, chasing his release. “I’m cummin, baby.”

Joel let out a loud, guttural moan as he shot hot white ropes of cum into you, whimpering softly as you rocked down, milking him of everything he had.

He pulled you back and down against his chest before turning you both over and cuddling you from the back. You craned your neck to steal a glance at him, and he covered your mouth with his, pulling you into a ravenous kiss. His hands roamed all over your sweat-glistening body as he pulled you even closer to his chest. You deepened the kiss, moaning as his tongue danced against yours.

“Shit,” Joel cursed, breaking the kiss as he glanced at the digital that sat on top of your dresser and shot off the bed to get dressed.

Your heart panged in disappointment. Of course he was leaving, you thought. You made quick to slip your panties and shirt back on before sinking back onto the bed.

This was too good to be true.

Foolish of you to think anything different.

Joel looked back at you as he pulled up his jeans, jumping slightly to get them properly on his hips. His eyes widened in concern once he saw the raw look of pain on your face, fighting back the urge to palm his forehead.

“Hey—no," he started, "I promise I’m not an asshole." He grabbed your hands in his. "It's just—I have to drop my daughter off to soccer practice at 11."

You raised an eyebrow at him, that sinking feeling in your chest easing as you learned the truth. “You’re a dad?”

He chuckled softly at your incredulous tone. "Yes, I am," he said, sitting down beside you on the bed as he slipped into his white socks and brown work boots. "Does that bother you?"

"Of course not." You shook your head, scooting closer to him. "It'll take more than a kid to keep me away from you, Joel," you acknowledged.

His brow furrowed in a delighted smirk. After he finished tying his shoes, he sat up and faced you. To your amusement, he reached out and pulled you onto his lap.

"I'd like to come back after I drop her off, if that's alright with you." He uttered this as he wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you forward to land a delicate kiss between your eyes.

"Yes, I'd like that." You agreed, nodding your head and placing a kiss between his eyes as soon as he drew back.

"Good. ‘Cause I don’t know about you, but Wednesday nights just ain’t gonna cut it for me anymore." He admitted it, drawing you in for a tight hug. You sighed softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his cool, sweat-slicked skin.

The two of you laughed and squeezed each other more closely as you said, "You took the words right out of my mouth, cowboy…"

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snowblossomreads · 8 months

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Sunlight

Summary: In where Severus receives a small yet lovely gift from his wife on his birthday.

Pairing: Severus Snape x FemReader

Tags(s)/Warnings: Oral (Male Receiving) and Fluff

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: And in a non-unhinged Snape story ^_^! Look I know his bday isn't till January but if you believe, his bday can be every day LOL. This lil short was inspired by a rare wholesome idea that me and @deepperplexity chatted about (love you dear 🥰🥰🥰)

Of course, though I had to add something spicy into it bc well you know me.. Anyways please enjoy and let me know how you like it!

There had been some sort of mild surprise when Severus had awakened on his 70th birthday to find that his hair, once an intermingling of black and white strands had turned fully white seemingly overnight.

The change hadn’t been immediately noticed well because honestly, he had been more interested in the more pleasurable way he was being woken up. Which was with the lips of his wife wrapped deliciously tight around his cock as she enthusiastically mouthed at his hardened shaft before she was taking him into her mouth with fervor.

Even though he had been fast asleep just moments ago, this was more than enough to fully wake him in both senses as his hand trailed down and his fingers looked for [Y/n].

His hand was met with her own as she gave it a little squeeze before she was coming up for air, the hungry look in her eyes was barely visible due to the lack of lighting from the curtains still being drawn.

“Good morning,” she purred before she was leaning back down and sucking at the tip of his cock, tongue swirling in his leaking slit and lapping his seed up right before taking him almost completely in her mouth in one go.

A loud groan filled the air of the dimly lit room as his hips canted upwards burying his cock deeper down her throat from the sudden burst of pleasure that flooded his veins. His head fell back against the pillows as she held his hand, his thumb stroking the top of her hand as she continued.

“Oh my love that’s it, use that wonderful mouth of yours. So beautiful,” he panted as he felt himself already close to release.

She moaned a noise of contentment at the praise as she raked her nails lightly against his thigh, feeling the quiver of his muscles as she swallowed around him enjoying his noises of pleasure. He wasn’t going to last long as he felt his cock begin to throb incessantly at the attention it was receiving from his wife and it wasn’t before long that his fingers were tightening around the bed sheets as his limbs began to tremble and stiffen at the impending orgasm.

A few more well-time sucks here, another languid lick there and [Y/n]’s mouth was being filled with a salty liquid that she greedily drank as Severus shouted her name before letting out a prolonged moan as he emptied himself in her mouth.

Once she was sure she had lapped everything up, she gave his cock one last gentle squeeze and a kiss, causing Severus to shiver as he ran his fingers through his hair, groaning quietly at his morning call.

“Happy birthday to you~,” [Y/n] sang playfully as she crawled up towards him, damp lips pressing against his softly and letting out a faint sigh as he kissed her slowly, the taste of his spend still lingering as he did so.

Fingers stroked her bare hips as their lips languidly met each others. Little rumbles came from Severus' chest as [Y/n] would nip his bottom lip playfully, and quiet squeaks left her own lips when he would bite back.

It wasn’t before long she was letting out a giggle as she pulled away from him causing him to arch an eyebrow as she shimmed out of his hold and out of bed her body still on display.

“[Y/n]?”

“Meet me in the kitchen in twenty!” Was all she responded with as she grabbed her robe that had been tossed haphazardly on top of a chair from the night before. Wrapping it around her and securing it she turned and gave him a wink as she scampered out of the room, a soft tune being hummed from her lips.

By the time she was already out of earshot, Severus couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as he ran his fingers through his hair. Head flopping back down into the pillow as he let the buzz in his body calm.

Almost exactly after twenty minutes passed he did appear in the kitchen, hair still a mess and a bit of sleep still in his eyes as he was more interested in what [Y/n] was up to. And that’s where the change would be noticed as he saw the twinkling awe in [Y/n]’s eyes as she placed the last plate down on a beautifully decorated table and came up to him when he entered the kitchen.

At first, he was confused as she stared at him as a child would at their new toy. Mouth slightly agape in a smile, eyes wide as she went to play with a few loose strands that were in his face before she whispered in a barely contained amazement,

“Severus your hair! It's gorgeous!”

Not having glanced at himself in the mirror when he woke up, as he had gone to find [Y/n] after her wake-up call he was of course even more puzzled as she continued to play with his hair, a squee leaving her as she pecked his lips.

“Ohh! Happy birthday, darling but I think the lucky one is me today! Merlin, Severus I never thought you could become even more handsome but I was wrong!”

“Love what are you talking about my hair is the same as yesterday albeit less combed considering the early present you decided to give me.”

Her smile instantly grew at his words before she let a raucous laughter burst from her lips while she also tried to speak.

“Well I'm sorry dear I had to get breakfast ready for you but also the same? Severus! Did you not even look in the mirror yet? Unless you’ve been using the color change charm on your hair all these years then I suggest you take a peak.”

Now this had him frowning as [Y/n] gently nudged him back in the opposite direction as he was still utterly perplexed at what she had said.

Her tinkling laughter was still audible as he padded into the hallway, making a beeline for the bathroom to see what in the world she was talking about.

However, when he did finally see what she was going on about he had to say that he was slightly taken aback about the sudden color change, due to it being...well sudden of course. One day there was just a light smattering of white strands in his mostly dark hair that he would fuss about whenever he saw more of them show up.

But now that it was just white as snow, he was surprised that he wasn’t more annoyed by it than before. There was a simple acceptance of it. He didn’t allow himself to ponder it much longer as he went back to join [Y/n] in the kitchen and a bright smile on her face as he came to join her at the table.

They ate, basked in each other’s presence, chatted about the plans for the day, and finally when finished [Y/n] happily gave him a beautifully wrapped present that contained an assortment of rare potion ingredients that she had been able to get imported for him.

"That’s not all though!” He remembered her preening at him, the soft crow’s feet in the corners of her eyes visible as she smiled brightly warming him in every way as she pulled away from the hug he had engulfed her in and opening her palm to show him what she was holding.

A deep purple piece of satin was in her hand that seemed to gleam in the morning light that streamed through the windows and danced on the walls.

“Oh and what is this for?”

“Don’t be silly Severus, you know exactly what this is for. How many times have I seen you fuss at your hair when you’re working on something? You think you would put it up more often with that brilliant brain of yours but here I am, or rather here is something that will do it for you!”

There was only a playfulness in her tone as she scolded him while handing him the smooth piece of fabric.

“I thought it be a good gift, had it charmed so that it ties itself and doesn’t come loose until you tug on it. Try it darling.”

Taking another curious look at the fabric he did as he was told, sweeping his hair into a ponytail and lifting the ribbon towards his hair, and to his surprise, it indeed slipped from his fingers like it had a mind of its own and in a second he could feel his hair being pulled and secured.

“A lovely gift indeed, though I wonder how much of it is a gift for you as I know you have a penchant for pulling my hair down when you get in a mood.”

There was a little smirk on his features as she grinned back at him while wrapping her arms around his waist and snaking one arm up to loosen the fabric. As she had said after a gentle tug it easily came loose and so did the long white strands of hair that framed his face and tickled hers a little as he leaned his head down.

“What can I say Mr.Snape my deviousness knows no bounds when it comes to you.”

“And I would have it no other way love.”

That was the day his hair had turned white which if he was being honest was not a day he had ever thought he would ever see considering his more hazardous youth.

But he was more than grateful to be able to see it after all those years of being shunned. Years of heartbreak, pain, and suffering at the hands of others and even at his own hands. He was happy, ecstatic even if he didn’t show it to be here celebrating it with his doting wife whom he had also been lucky to meet decades ago.

The one person whose presence and love felt like sunlight coming through a glass pane on a cool fall day. Warming him gently, with her adoration and kindness that he had so needed after years of neglect.

That birthday was also the day he had received his favorite gift as simple as it was. Each day afterwards he would wear the ribbon, picking it up from its place on top of a velvet box that it came with and tying back his hair that had grown towards the middle of his back.

He had toyed with the thought of cutting it as he did many years ago, but the doe eyes that [Y/n] had immediately shown him when she begged him not to was what had saved the strands.

And now with the ribbon his routine slightly changed, which sounded silly to say. Whenever he knew he was about to be up to something that would benefit from not having hair in his face the ribbon was the first thing he reached for.

Whether it was potion making, taking notes, or cooking meals for him and his love the ribbon was in his hair. And with it, it also felt as if [Y/n] was sitting beside him even on days when she had to leave the house and he was left to his own devices.

Such a simple gift yet it meant the world to him.

And so it became a trend that whenever it was time for a gift-giving occasion he would find himself saddled up with a new ribbon from [Y/n]. From the color to the style of the ribbon, there was always a variation, something that made it a little different from the last.

‘Just in case you want to switch it up.’

As she had smartly said when she had given him his second one. Yet even as his collection grew, the love for the first one grew with it. While the other ones were just as finely made and maybe even richer in style and fabric, the first one with its beautiful purple sheen was still ever his favorite.

When [Y/n] asked him about it as she watched him take it off one night she was met with silence as he made himself comfortable. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, and brought her close to his side as a soft noise of contentment escaped both of their lips as she cuddled close and looked up at him waiting for an answer.

Looking down at her with dark eyes that were always so gentle when they were on her, he spoke,

“I think it’s because it reminds me of our love darling. No matter how much time has passed or how much it has endured day in and day out it keeps it shine. Never dulling, never fraying. I’m truly quite fond of it.”

The light that was in her eyes seemed to brighten as she lifted her hand up to finger through the white strands that framed his face. A smile was offered up to him as she leaned up to bump her nose against his, nuzzling it gently as she stared at him.

“Oh Severus.” Her whisper was tender, and soft like the touch of his fingers that went to hold her side. “I love you, darling.”

“As do I [Y/n], as do I.” He answered back to her, eyes glinting with adoration as he pressed their lips together gently in the dimly lit room that felt warm with affection and care that would always be there for them both.

A/N: Long white-haired Snape is 👌👌👌 Like it's just an image I love so much. His hair tied up as he sits with his wife in their cottage just being cute together. It makes my heart hurt and wobble yet also tight with happiness. Anywhose thanks for stopping bye and reading

Feel free to scream at me as always ^^!

#severus snape x reader #severus x reader #snape x reader #severus snape x you #severus x you #severus snape fic #blossoms writing

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Insufferable | Part Two

Synopsis: Two people who swear they hate each other’s guts but still can’t leave each other alone.

Warnings: angst, pining, oral (female and male receiving) choking, Tyler is still arrogant and still has that filthy mouth, YN is still a smart ass who brings him to his knees. Also, jealous!hook. An injury and some blood too.

A/N: you guys really wanted this and I couldn’t resist writing it. I just wanna let you know that I read all of your suggestions for this and they’re all incorporated in this filthy fic. So I hope you enjoy and if you’re lost right now, you can read part one here! 🫶🏼

Proceed with caution cause there’s like 2 different smut scenes 😮‍💨

You had a couple of little secrets now. Things you couldn’t tell your friends no matter how bad you wanted to, simply because for the longest time you swore you hated everything about that man. You still do, but it’s a weird kind of hatred you feel towards him, now that his hands have been all over every inch of you. A kind that makes you want more reasons to despise him.

Tyler, on the other hand, finds the whole thing pretty hilarious. He spots you in the hallway and notices that you no longer look at him with that infuriation you used to, but what looks more to him like desperate desire you clearly were way too prideful to admit. You still had the faintest shadow of purple discolorations on your skin and he starts to realize how long it’s been since he had you a moaning mess in the showers.

Of course that just makes him want you all over again.

You were doing a better job than he expected you would. You haven’t even tried to shoot him a text when you’re alone at night in your room, thoughts of his body against yours running rampant through your mind. It surprised him to say the least but he knew you well enough now to know that you’re the second most prideful person on the planet, and he’s the first.

He held a smirk on his lips as he stopped in front of you, his eyes lingering to the faint marks his lips left on your skin one week prior. You felt your cheeks heat up beneath your skin and did your best not to let that show, but he already saw the red blush creeping up from your chest to your face and this only made that coy smirk spread wider.

“Can I help you?” You bit out, bringing your hair over your shoulder to hide those marks you knew he was feeling way to proud of. His eyes then met yours, and you hated the way they instantly made your heart violently pound against your chest.

“Are you avoiding me now?” He takes a step forward, lingering his eyes down your body that he would deny, but he hasn’t stopped thinking about.

“I’ve always tried to avoid you.” You snap back, watching as his dimple deepens on his cheek.

“No, not always.” He lets his hand linger out, the tips of two fingers roaming over the band of your shorts, earning chills to skate down your spine at the simplest touch. “If that were the case you wouldn’t have been moaning my name last week.”

You swallowed hard past the dryness of your throat and boldly stared into his dark, amused eyes. His fingertips trailed a line across your stomach before you felt one hook underneath the waistband, just to pull the fabric back and pop it against your skin.

“One time thing.” You managed to say, even though your voice was suddenly shakier than you wished it would’ve been. “And I already forgot about it, but thanks for the unpleasant reminder.”

His hand fell to his side but that smirk on his lips remained as he shook his head from side to side slightly. “Seems like you forgot something else” he tilts his head to the side, taking a single step closer but closing the space between you completely. “What did I tell you about that smart ass mouth?”

You were flashed right back to one of the many moments that’s been playing through your mind like a movie. Dropping to your knees so easily for him, letting him fuck your throat while tears streamed down your cheeks and reveling in all the strained sounds that he let out. You immediately felt a wetness seep into the fabric of your panties and you hated him for it.

Just then, he took a step back, his eyes adverted to something behind you, that ended up being Willow when she walked up to you. She had a little bit of a confused look on her face, just seeing Tyler standing there in front of you because from what she knew, you absolutely despised that man and most of the time you’re doing all you can do to avoid his constant banters.

But all he did was take a step back and stand there, keeping his eyes held firmly on you as you forced yourself to recollect your thoughts enough to appear like everything was normal.

“Hey girl, we were just looking for you. We didn’t see you after your match last week.” She says as she reaches over and smooths a couple flyaways fluttering around your hair.

“Yeah I went home early.” You blurt the first lie you could think of, and Tyler had to drop his head to hide the prideful smirk on his face. “I wasn’t feeling that great. Something made me sick to my stomach.” You let your eyes linger to him to make sure he caught those words, but it didn’t phase him in the slightest.

“Damn, something you ate?” Willow asked.

And that’s when Tyler cut in, ever the most arrogant man that he’s always been. “Nah, she ended up choking on something. I saw it myself.” His eyes had a mischievous gleam to them and you wanted more than anything to blacken them with your fists.

“Oh God, are you okay? Did you need like, the Heimlich Maneuver or something? Why didn’t you tell me that?” Willow asked, then she glanced over at Tyler when all you did was remain silent, simply because your veins were on fire with the rage you felt towards that cocky man.

“I was fine, it wasn’t as bad as Tyler’s making it sound. I just wanted to get back to the hotel and try to forget all about it.” You piped back up, keeping your eyes on him.

“Well, I’m glad you’re alright. We missed you in catering. You gonna meet us after your match tonight so we can all leave together?” She asked, and Willow always had a thing for playing with your hair while she talked to you but, that’s when she caught sight of the purple patches right below your ear, and even though you tried to hide it, she caught it before your hair was pushed back over your shoulder.

“Umm, what the fuck is that?!” She nearly gasps. “YN, you didn’t even tell us-“

“Tell us what?” Skye’s voice finds you as soon as she walks around the corner. Tyler was practically beaming now, loving the way you were getting caught up by two of your friends, exactly how he wanted it to happen.

“She has a hickey” Willow says as she points at the side of your neck.

“No, it’s a bruise.” You quickly blurted, but caught the way Tyler’s brows raised the second you said that.

“A bruise? That’s not a fucking bruise” Skye said when she gets a good look, moving your hair back with her hand. “I’m sorry but who the hell gave that to you? Was it Daniel?! You didn’t even tell us you were seeing him again.”

Tyler’s teeth clenched behind his lips when your ex was mentioned. The man just couldn’t help it.

“I’m curious too.” He chipped in, holding his eyes on yours with that agonizing look of pure pride and enjoyment. You cut your eyes at him, and he smirked back effortlessly.

“Nobody important.” You bit out, making sure you stared him down just as strongly as he was you.

“No?” Tyler chipped back in, tilting his head to the side as he leaned his shoulder against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.

Skye and Willow both picked up on the tensions arising between the two of you, feeling the atmosphere shift around them.

“Nope. Just some meaningless fuck I don’t care to talk about.” Then you glanced over at the girls next to you. “It wasn’t even good.”

But that’s when tyler took a step forward and Willow and Skye both took two steps back, their eyes wide and nothing but shocked when Tyler’s fingers squeezed your cheeks and his lips lingered against your own.

“Remember what I told you? Right before I made you come all over me?” He reminds you of something you surely hadn’t forgotten, but all that was going through your mind was the way you wanted him filling you back up all over again.

Willows mouth dropped open and Skye’s eyes were as wide as the moon as they stood there, unable to speak.

“I’m not letting anyone else take credit for the way I ruined you that night, so tell them the truth, or I’ll have no choice but to prove you’re nothing but a pretty little liar.”

You held your eyes on his, your heart hammering ninety beats a minute as his lips barely grazed over yours, and when you finally were able to pull your eyes away, all you saw was willow and Skye taking more steps back with looks of confusion, shock and most of all, complete disbelief painted on their faces.

“You two hate each other?!” Skye eventually spat, staring dead at you, wondering how long they’ve been in the dark about this.

“That’s what she wanted you to think, but maybe you don’t know your best friend the way you think you do.” He smirked, keeping his eyes on you as he slid his thumb across your bottom lip.

“I-I don’t- I’m so-“ Willow stammered.

“Yeah, anyway, we have some unfinished business to take care of, so I’d get out of here if I were you.” He glances over to watch as they both give you a dumbfounded look before slowly backing down the hall.

Once they’re gone, he has your full attention again.

“I didn’t want them knowing. I didn’t want anybody to know.” You spat, taking a step back.

“I told you already, nobody else is getting my credit. Should’ve hid those hickeys with more makeup if you really wanted to hide it that bad.” He shrugged. “But I think we both know that you’re lying again. You would’ve ended up telling your little friends everything. You’ve probably been dying to.”

He was right, but you weren’t gonna tell him that. You attempted to shoot him that infamous glare you’d perfected just for him but he was completely unfazed by it at this point that all it did was make him chuckle.

“Since your little secret is out, I guess I can leave as many marks on your neck as I want to now.” He steps closer, his hands easily finding your hips as he pulls you against him.

You had to take a second to recollect your thoughts but once you did, you managed to say, “I have a match in half an hour, I can’t do this right now.”

But you felt his lips lingering against your neck the second those words slipped out and just like before, your eyes rolled back and nothing but breathy sighs came out of your mouth as you involuntarily melted into him, like pure, delicate putty in his dangerous hands.

“That’s gonna be a tough match for you” he mutters against you. “Don’t know how you’re gonna perform when you can’t even walk straight”

You clenched around absolutely nothing as his words sent shivers down your whole body. An affect you wished wasn’t so strong but unfortunately for you, it was.

You threw all caution to the wind and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, immediately giving in to him as soon as his lips latched to yours. It was filled with desperation from you both, and it was something that completely snatched the all the oxygen right out of your lungs.

He’d be lying if he said he had any control over this. All he could think about from that moment you left the shower room to now, was exactly what he plans to do next.

The locker rooms were right across the hall and that’s exactly where he pulled you to the second you detached. Despite the fact that anybody could come in at any second, all he could think about was getting between your thighs and letting your sweetness embed in his tongue all over again.

He was surprised at how easily you let him take all the control. You didn’t even attempt to make a smart remark and in a way, it was refreshing, but he also kind of missed that bantering the two of you always did.

He guided you over to the bench and slid your shorts down to your ankles before you fully sat down. Then, he was on his knees once again, eager for the sweet taste of you.

This time, he wasted no time warming up. He was impatient and he didn’t care that he was showing it. His lips locked around your clit and he started suckling pulsations against the sensitive bud, his tongue flicking aggressively over it as he watched your head hit the lockers and heard those beautiful sounds slip past your lips.

His fingers slid inside of you, finding that familiar spot that he knew made your head spin. He knew he had limited time to do this and he was wasting none of it as he used one hand to keep your thigh pinned against the bench, and the other one pumping your g-spot harshly.

“Fuck- fuck tyler that feels so good, you can’t stop” you cry out, making no effort to keep your tone minimized. He smirked against you before his lips cupped around your clit again, tilting his head to the side as he kept lapping his tongue.

“Thought you said I wasn’t good?” He teased, muttering hot breaths against your slick core. “Sounds like it feels pretty fucking good to me. Sounded like it felt good last week, too.”

His fingers pounding against your sweet spot kept you from being able to banter back, which was exactly why he slowed those pumps down to almost nothing and waited for your eyes to lock with his.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He brought that condescending edge back to his raspy voice. “You want more? Even though you said it wasn’t even good? Is that why you’re clenching my fingers this tight?”

You bucked your hips in a silent plea but it wasn’t enough for him.

“Nah, that’s not gonna work this time, angel. Need to hear you admit it. Own up to something for the first time in your life, and maybe I’ll give you what you need.”

You rolled your eyes and laid your head back against the lockers. You felt frustration overpowering you but especially when his fingers slowly, painfully slowly curled against your sweet spot.

“You could be coming all over my fingers right now if you weren’t so stubborn” he chuckles darkly, “all you have to do is say the word, baby, and I’ll have you seeing the stars all over again.”

He gave two more slow pumps before you couldn’t take it anymore. You nearly groaned as you arched your hips, desperate for more and breathed out, “fuck tyler, it feels so fucking good, I need more, just stop fucking teasing me, please!”

He smirked, then thrusted those fingers with a quickness that pulled an abundance of whines and moans out of you. He watched your thighs tremble and felt your walls clamping down so tight it was hard for those fingers to even move.

That’s when he rose up, his lips coming to linger over yours as he continued pumping against your g-spot. “Taste yourself.” He muttered, and as you parted your lips, his freehand snaked around your throat, gently squeezing as his tongue slipped over yours.

You felt your blood rushing to your head and that familiar dizziness that you didn’t even realize you missed so much. The taste of yourself mixed with mint lingered on your tongue and it only took three more curls of those long, slender fingers before he felt your walls pulsate and that warmth coated his whole hand.

He smirked against your lips, then pulled those fingers out as much as he wanted to toy with you a little, because he knew time was running out.

He pulled his shorts down halfway and his cock sprung free. Your eyes slightly widened when you saw it again. You somewhat forgot how big he actually was until it was proudly displayed, and you licked your lips without realizing it.

“You really do deserve this dick shoved down your throat, but there’s another place I want to put it right now.” He whispered heavily as he pulls back and picks you up, sitting himself down on the bench with you straddling him.

Your hands instinctively found his shoulders as he held his shaft, positioning himself right where he’d been dying to be before he used his other hand to hold your hip, lowering you down until you felt him in the pit of your stomach.

That familiar sting upon first contact made you moan out, but it was overpowered by his breathy sigh the second he felt your walls squeezing him with that same, hard grip that he hadn’t stopped thinking about since the last time.

He angled his hips to see just how deep he could push himself in and watched as your eyes instantly rolled back, teeth biting hard on your lower lip, so hard you’d probably draw blood in a second.

He watched you carefully as he angled his hips, slowly thrusting deeper. His brows knitted together as soon as you started meeting his thrusts halfway, and the slow, fluid motions quickly turned into harsh snaps of his hips as soon as your head fell against his shoulder.

“You’re unbelievably tight right now” he groans out, wrapping his arms tightly around your back. “Squeezing the fucking life out of me, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered at the use of the pet name that had been running through your mind for a week now. The simplest of names that made your whole body tingle.

His hips thrusted upwards and you did your best to keep up with the pace, but he was merciless. He wasn’t planning on slowing down and all you could do was hold onto him and let him take you on this wild ride, just how he wanted.

His lips latched to your neck, finding that spot below your ear that shot a blaze through your whole body. He felt your nails raking his shoulders as his teeth grazed your skin. The sounds of skin harshly slapping and wet suctions was likely filling the hallway right outside but he didn’t give a fuck about it.

He pulled back to admire the fresh mark on your neck, his hot breaths puffing against the slick skin. “Gonna be hard to hide that” he smirked, letting his lips linger against your shoulder. “Know what else would be hard for you to hide, baby?” He slides down slightly and squares his feet for leverage. “Me putting my baby in you”

He felt your nails dig deeper into his skin, knowing you wanted to banter back but you were way too fucked out to do it. “How would you cover that one with one of your little lies? Stuck with me forever, cause you just can’t seem to leave me alone for some reason.”

He thrusted harder, reveling in the way you were trying with all your might to keep your voice down. “Feels like that’s exactly what you want, baby. Feels like you’re tryna drain me right now. I always knew it. Always knew you were just dying for me to fuck you senseless.”

You pulled back, dropping your head against his. His eyes stayed intently staring into yours, loving the way you just couldn’t seem to collect yourself in the slightest.

“No control over yourself now, huh? That smart ass mouth just doesn’t have anything to say when I’m shoving my cock up your tight little pussy. You just sit there and take it, cause that’s exactly what you’ve always wanted.”

You tipped your head back and screwed your eyes shut. You felt his lips brush against your collarbone as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, his teeth grazing your skin as he fucked into you with a force so strong you were unable to process anything except exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Fuck tyler” you moan out, grabbing a fistful of his hair in your hand, earning a groan to reverberate through his throat. “you don’t even know how good you feel right now!”

“Oh I know, baby” he smirks, “i can feel it”

You dropped your head back down, lips parted and puffy before he crashed his into them, before pulling back slowly.

“Harder, please” you whimpered.

With that, he angled his hips more and thrusted even deeper, knocking his tip against your cervix with each push in, and it was only moments before your whole entire body was quaking, fingers trembling and thighs shaking as you arched your back and let that high power through you.

“Fuck you’re so hot when your coming on my dick, baby. So fucking gorgeous letting me fuck you senseless. Taking me like a good girl, no tears this time” he groans, rocking you through the high as his own quickly creeps up on him.

You collapse against him and he just holds you tighter, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he fucks into you a little slower, knowing how overly sensitive you probably were, but fast enough to still keep you a moaning, whimpering mess for him.

“So good for me, every fucking time. Coming on my cock like you’re supposed to, letting me fill that tight little pussy while you take every last drop. Can’t wait til my come is dripping down your thighs in the ring. Hope the cameras don’t catch that, or else your little secret is gonna be out for the world to know, not just your little friends.”

You moaned against his shoulder when you felt his cock twitch, before that familiar warmth engulfed you. His arms tightened, his hips stuttered and hot, heavy breaths were puffed out against your neck before he pushed himself all the way in, and gave two extra thrusts for good measure.

Once he slid out; you realized you were fucked. You attempted to stand but he had you by the arm to steady you the second he saw you wobble on your feet.

You glared at him, but ended up smirking instead.

“Your match is in, like, ten minutes” he tells you as he pulls up his shorts. “I’ll be watching you struggle from the viewing room. Can’t wait to see how you try to hide the fact that you just got throughly fucked backstage.”

You pulled your shorts up and shot him another look, attempting to fix your hair but you could feel the tangles and knots all throughout it.

“I would go find some make up for that neck, too, unless you just want to let the world know I’m fucking the shit out of you, in which case, I’m not really opposed to that.” He shrugs with that sly smile plastered to his lips.

“I bet you would love that.” You bite back, doing what you can manage to make yourself decent.

“I would really love it, actually.” He grins, and that’s when you shake your head as you back up towards the door.

“Never gonna happen. I need to go figure out how to hide this shit on my neck, again.”

He sits back down in the same spot on the bench he was just fucking you, and can’t help but feel prideful once again at that remark.

“There’s no point, yn. We both know I’ll just give you more next time.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped out the room, but didn’t realize it would’ve been smarter if he stepped out first to make sure nobody was around and caught you leaving the men’s locker room with fresh hickeys all over your neck.

Unfortunately your brain was a little scrambled but it was fully aligned once again when you came face to face with your ex, Daniel.

“Uh, hi” you awkwardly greeted him, stepping away from the door as if you didn’t just walk right out of the room itself.

He eyed you, then the door behind you. “Why are you coming out of the men’s locker room?” He asked, and that’s when his eyes lingered down to the fresh marks on your neck you weren’t smart enough to hide sooner. “Yn, are those hickeys?”

You could see the flash of pain strike his eyes and looked down at your feet to avoid it.

“What the fuck?!” He spat, a little louder than you wished he’d be. “You’re just going around fucking people now?! That fast?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Who the fuck are you with?!”

He tried to step around you but you moved to the side to stop him. “It’s none of your business Daniel, we’ve been done for a while now.” You tried to be gentle about it but he was evidently hurt and, probably really angry.

“A month, yn. A month isn’t that long. You’re already spreading your legs and all I’ve done is try to get you back!”

“I am not just going around spreading my legs!” You snapped, “and I don’t want to get back with you! I told you that! I-“

Right before you could finish that sentence, you heard the door creek open behind you, and you couldn’t help but to screw your eyes shut.

“Wait” Daniel pieces it all together when he sees Tyler standing behind you, his hair a wild mess, more than the usual. “This guy?! Are you fucking serious?! You told me you couldn’t stand him!”

“She lied.” Tyler piped up, stepping closer until you felt his body heat lingering against your back. “Get over it.”

Daniels eyes darkened, Tyler’s eyes narrowed, and you felt the sliceable tensions escalating.

Daniels eyes adverted back down to you, pure disbelief scattered throughout. “Everyone was right about you.” He scoffs coldly. “You’re nothing but a fucking whore.”

As soon as he said that, you felt Tyler brush right past you, moving you out the way before the sound of knuckles to a bone filled your ears and Daniel was sliding down the wall.

“Tyler! What the fuck!” You shout, grabbing him by the arm to pull him back.

He spun around with flames in his dark eyes, his cheeks red and splotchy. “Don’t let that stupid motherfucker talk to you like that!” He spat, his teeth gritting afterwards.

“You can’t just punch him in the face like that!” You shout back, watching as he glances over at Daniel, and the smears of blood over his busted lip. Tyler avoided you, turning to face him instead.

“Count your blessings shes here, or you’d be chewing on your teeth right now.” He pointed down at the injured man before he eyed you over, and headed down the hall. You didn’t have the time to make sure Daniel was okay nor did you now have the chance to stop by hair and makeup to cover those worsening marks on your neck, so you really wanted to scream at Tyler for that but, no time for that either.

You did your best to make yourself presentable as you raced to the gorilla. Tyler had just gotten himself comfortable in the viewing room when your music hit. He watched with a smirk as you walked out, hair an absolute mess and those hickeys so prominent against your skin.

You tried to keep your hair over your shoulders to cover them but it was absolutely no use once you stepped in the ring. The only good thing about that match was the fact that you were gonna win, and you wished you could see Tyler’s face when you do, but that was the last thing you should’ve been thinking about.

He kept his fist over his mouth to hide the smirk since there were a few others in the room with him. But he couldn’t help it. He absolutely loved the fact that you’d just gotten fucked by him and had to drag yourself out to the ring immediately after. Rocking Daniels shit was the cherry on top of the worlds tastiest cake to him, even though he was sure he’d be hearing about it later.

You felt an ache on your inner thigh when your opponent kicked you. You knew exactly why you were so sore but again, you weren’t supposed to be thinking about that. You didn’t have time to shower, obviously, so you still felt Tyler dripping out of you, and all it was doing was making you want to call this whole match off and go find him immediately.

In other words, you were fucked. Figuratively and literally.

As soon as you got the three count and secured your first win in a while, Tyler got up from the couch and headed right out the door. You took a little bit of time flaunting around the ring but not as long as you usually would have. You wanted to get off the camera as soon as you could.

You sped up the ramp and through the tunnel, rounding the corner to find Tyler leaning against the wall with a bit of a softer smile on his face.

“Congrats, it’s about time you beat someone’s ass.” He pushed himself off the wall and you shot him a daring glare as you kept walking. “How was that match? Looked like you were struggling a little bit.” He chuckled, and you felt that wetness seeping into the fabric of your panties once again. Just his voice, for some strange reason, did unspeakable things to you.

But you managed to force past that as you kept heading down the hall, aiming to go straight to the showers, alone this time.

“You know you really hurt Daniel?” You snapped when you came up to the doors. Tyler’s brows knitted together and a look of sudden annoyance played on his face like you hadn’t seen before. “And I think you should apologize.”

He sarcastically laughed at that, shaking his head. “That’s never gonna happen, yn. He disrespected you, remember? Why are you even defending him right now? He called you a whore.”

“He was hurt cause he still loves me, and I don’t blame him for that.” You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched his eyes narrow.

“So that makes it okay that he disrespected you like that? Just because the dude is still in love with you? Nah, I don’t play that shit. He’s lucky I didn’t break his neck, honestly. He should be thanking you for that.”

You stared back into his fired up eyes, unable to speak when he took a step closer, like always. That affect he had on you was probably eternal at this point. In this lifetime and the next, you’d most likely always be putty in his hands.

“Are you still in love with him or something?” He asked, sliding his tongue over his plump lips as he eyed you with skepticism evident.

“No.” You honestly admitted, holding his stare.

“Then why are you so upset with me? I defended you, cause you clearly weren’t gonna do it yourself.”

You clamped your mouth shut when you realized that he wasn’t lying. He did defend your honor but you didn’t expect it.

He watched your face soften. Those piercing eyes rounded out and your hands fell to your sides as you stared up at him.

“Exactly.” He eyed you over when you said nothing more. You sighed and looked over at the door, remembering the shower you desperately needed. Tyler took a step back, as if he could read you mind. He turned the knob and pushed the door opened for you, but he didn’t step in after.

Part of you wanted him to but, even though he fucked you senseless less than two hours prior, you were too hesitant to ask. He nodded before he closed the door behind him, leaving you standing there with a million thoughts rushing through your head.

You took a glance at yourself in the mirror and noticed just how dark those patches had gotten on your neck. Your finger roamed over them and you winced at the sting, but it was nothing but a reminder of those moments with him.

You couldn’t even shower without having the images of the two of you attack your mind. It’s all you were thinking about since the first time he touched you and you couldn’t even fight it.

You stood there as the water cascaded down over your sore body, thinking solely about his hands gripping your hips. Flashing back to the moment like it happened just a few minutes ago, and you can’t help but remember all the sweet nothings he whispered when he was trying to get that high to sky lengths.

All the times he called you baby, for some reason just won’t stop replaying in your mind and the weird sensations that it brings just keep getting stronger the harder you try to fight against it.

You knew it from the very first time you felt something ignite for him and only him. If he ever got his hands on you, you’d be addicted, and like addiction tends to creep up on people, snatching them when they least expect it, so did he to you.

You’ve never craved another man’s touch quite like this. There was no justification for it. You just simply wanted him every time you remembered his lips on yours. It was nearly impossible to fight, which is why you ended up in the locker rooms earlier but, at what cost? The man you spent so much time trying to hate is quickly becoming your greatest weakness.

You sighed as you stepped out the shower and wrapped the towel around you, tucking it tight so it stayed clasped. The locker room was just one over so you weren’t worried about it anyway, that was until you stepped out and heard Tyler’s voice a little ways down the hall.

Turning around, you spotted him leaned up against the wall talking to some girl you didn’t even recognize. His eyes found yours but only for a second before he gave her his attention again, a wide and toothy grin on his face.

You suddenly felt rage like you hadn’t before boiling over and did your best not to show it, but when you watched her fingers trace the cross on his neck, you had to get away immediately.

You closed the door behind you and threw your clothes down on the bench. You had a million and one thoughts running through your mind and they all consisted of him. He saw you watching him and didn’t make an effort to even try to hide that cocky ass grin on his face.

You made quick work at throwing some sweats and a t-shirt on but as soon as you stepped back out in the hallway, they were both gone. The first thing you thought was him taking her to the shower room, or the locker room or wherever else he thought about.

It was enough to make your whole entire body buzz with anger and the best thing you could do was get out of that arena before you made an absolute fool of yourself.

And as much as you knew you had no solid ground to stand on, because you and Tyler were absolutely nothing but two people who randomly fucked a time or two, you still found yourself unable to control the questions that kept buzzing around your brain that he absolutely needed to be asked so, at midnight, after your intrusive thoughts got the best of you, you knocked on his hotel door.

He opened it with hair wildly disheveled, no shirt and sweatpants sitting dangerously low on his hips. He looked a little taken back to see you standing there but he knew exactly why you had those rosy red cheeks and fiery eyes to match.

“Am I interrupting anything?” You quipped, and watched as he shook his head and opened his door wider. To you, he looked like he just got hands ran all through his hair and that thought alone was making your stomach coil.

You slowly stepped in and eyed him before you glanced around his room, looking for the signs that someone else was in here but, no woman’s clothes or pieces of jewelry were anywhere to be found.

You heard the door softly shut and turned to face him, arms crossed tightly over your chest as he walked over to you, holding that smirk you wished you really had enough hatred to slap right off of his face.

“What’s got you all fired up?” He asks, knowing good and well what it was but he really just wanted to hear you say it. Then maybe he would admit that he had that all planned out the entire time.

“I’m not.” You blurt, glaring at him. “I just wanted to-“

“Wanted to what? See if I was fucking her?” He stepped closer, tilting his head like he always does when he tries to read right through you, which was becoming way easier now that you finally let your guard down.

“Who was she?” You retaliate, watching his lips tip upwards once more.

“A friend.” He chuckles before he brushes past you, making his way back over to his bed.

“A friend?” You repeated. “Didn’t look like she was a friend.”

“Well, she is.” He shrugged as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “No reason for you to be jealous.” He smirked.

“I’m not jealous.” You rapidly spat back. “But you just fucked me not even two hours before you were basically eye fucking her!”

He shook his head as he ran his hand through his hair. “You sound pretty fucking jealous to me.”

You felt your cheeks burning when he looked back up at you with those amused eyes. He loved everything about this back and forth shit and you knew it, but you just couldn’t fight against it. Secretly, you loved it too. You just hoped he couldn’t tell.

“Don’t you know by now that if you want to fuck me, all you really have to do is say that?” He chuckles lowly, holding his hands out on each side, which felt like an invitation you were dying to accept but, you stayed with feet practically nailed to the floor.

“Haven’t I shown you I’m a pretty willing participant?” He smirked. Having way too much fun with your anger at the moment.

“Willing participant?” You repeated those words. “More like the one who begs for it.”

That’s when you watched the corner of his mouth slide up with a gleam in his dark eyes you recognized all too well.

“No baby, you’re the one who begs. Remember?” He stands up, but you’re so caught off guard by the use of the pet name he only ever called you in the act. Before you realize anything else, he’s standing right in front of you with not even a centimeter of space between.

“Or do you need a reminder?” His hot breath fans over your lips before you feel his fingers hooking under the waistband of your sweatpants, and just like before, you’re fucked all over again.

His lips land on yours and you feel him pulling you towards the bed, but you’re so lost in the moment you don’t even realize it until your back lands on the mattress and your legs involuntarily spread wide, allowing space for him between.

Your fingers tangle up in his hair as his tongue rhythmically dances over yours and in the midst of it all you can feel his hardening bulge beneath the thin fabric of his sweats pressing hard against your inner thigh.

Once again you were in full desperation, suddenly so needy as you whimpered against his lips and he loved it. He leaned back on his knees and took a second to admire his view of you, laying underneath him with pretty puffy lips and purple marks all over your neck. He could’ve taken a picture and put it on a billboard proudly.

He slid your sweats down to your ankles and slung them across the floor before he made his way back up your body, needy and desperate himself but he was doing a good job at hiding it.

He slid some hair out your face and made sure you were looking dead in his eyes when he whispered, “If we do this again, you’re mine. No more games. I’m done playing. You win.”

You were suddenly taken back at the words that seemed more like a verbal commitment but you couldn’t even take the time to think about them when his lips latched to yours once again, but so much slower this time. So much more passion emitted that it was rather undeniable.

Your head was nearly spinning when he pulled back and waited for your eyes to flutter open.

“All mine.” He breathlessly muttered, rubbing his thumb over your lip. “This.” He said, before he roamed that hand down to your aching core, just barely grazing your clit with the pad of his fingertip. “This.” He added, then he brought that hand right back up, snaking it around your neck, making your eyes roll back instantly. “This, too. You’re all mine.”

Even if you thought about objecting, you wouldn’t have been able to. You felt him applying that slight pressure and it had your cheeks flaming immensely. His lips collided with yours once again as strained moans got lost somewhere within his mouth, before he let go of your neck and grabbed himself instead, gliding his tip over your drenched cunt before he pushed in without a single warning.

“Oh my God” you gasped out, your head lifting from the pillows. Eyes caught his as he pushed himself all the way in and held himself there, allowing you a minute to adjust like he typically did before he slowly pulled back out of you halfway, and pushed in once more.

Your head fell back against the pillows again and his fell to your shoulder, low grunts and heavy sighs being muffled by your skin as he rocked into you, but not nearly as rough and rigid as the times before. His thrusts were smooth and languid, easy for you to meet them halfway as you arched your hips off the mattress, just to feel him hit as deep as he could possibly go.

“Feel so fucking incredible baby, every single time my dick gets buried in you, I swear it just keeps getting better and better.” He heavily whispered against you before he picked his head back up, resting his forehead to yours.

That gold cross bounced off of your lips with each deep push and pull of his hips, and when he leaned up on his elbows, you hooked your finger through the chain to pull him back down to your lips again.

He hummed against you, his mouth opening slightly when he felt you clenching around him.

“Fuck you’re killing me, baby. You know that? Gonna be the fucking death of me.”

You let a high moan rip through your lips when he sped up, pulling back and crashing into you with a strength that had you clawing scars all down his back. You felt his muscles flex beneath your fingertips and a low groan fly into the air when he felt those nails breaking skin.

“You like that, don’t you baby? You like when I’m rough with you. You want to be fucked like a little slut? Well, I got you.”

You were flipped over within a split second, your face pressed against the pillows as he lifted your hips and slammed into you again. Your high pitched moans were muffled by the pillow, but he wanted to hear them better.

“Nah, pick your head up and let me hear how good it feels.” His hand tangled up in your disheveled locks as he snatches your head back, fucking into you so hard you couldn’t keep from letting his name bounce off the walls.

“That’s right baby, fuck these people. Make them hear you scream my name all fucking night long.”

He was no good for you at that point. All the coaxing only made you louder. You couldn’t help it even if you tried, but you gave up that fight when he repeatedly pounded your sweet spot, making your sweet juices drip down onto the bedsheets.

“Such a good girl, always so wet and tight and ready for me to fuck you.” He groaned above you, before he folded over your body and let go of your hips. You couldn’t help but to collapse against the bed and didn’t mind it. His hand snaked beneath your stomach and made its way down to your clit, feeling your walls bear down the second he started rubbing circles over it.

“Don’t- don’t stop” was all you could manage through the broken moans and whimpers. He obliged to your plea, continuing to rock into you while his finger rubbed rotations against your clit, but his other hand found it’s way back up to your neck, wrapping around it as he turned your head to face him.

“Look me in the eyes when you come on my dick, understand me?” He demanded, and all you could do was nod as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. He noticed, but this time, he didn’t say anything. His lips locked with yours and his teeth sank down into your bottom lip, pulling it back before he let it go.

You felt his finger speed up, along with those thrusts and the quick arising warmth swirling through your lower stomach each time he hit that one spot only he was ever able to. He felt you clench down, felt your body stiffen beneath him and he didn’t miss a beat.

“So fucking gorgeous” he muttered under his breath as his hips kept rocking against you. He buried himself deep, making sure you felt him filling you all the way, and judging by the sounds flying through your mouth, he succeeded at that.

“Like it deep, don’t you?” He mused before he pushed himself even deeper, earning a stinging sensation at first, before it quickly morphed into something extraordinary.

You were too fucked out, as usual and he could tell. He applied a little pressure to the sides of your neck all the while his fingers spun rapid circles over your clit and it was then that he felt your entire body quake, your walls once again sucking him right back in and holding him there with a vice grip that made his elbows tremble against the mattress.

“Look at me” he demanded, even though your eyes were fluttering, you managed. His lips were parted and puffier than usual, hair stuck to his skin and wildly spread across his forehead. He only gave you a second to glance before he couldn’t help himself and had to taste you again.

His lips collided with yours as that high powered through you, taking you and throwing your limp body into a complete bottomless pit of euphoria. The low moans that got lost from his mouth to yours were making your head spin wildly out of control but his tongue lingering around yours was somehow keeping you locked in the moment, hypersensitive to every little move he made.

You felt a rush of warmth spill out of you just as he pulled his hips back. There were drenched spots underneath you on the sheets and when he leaned back up on his knees he looked down, pretty proudly at that.

You felt his finger collecting some of the salty liquids, yours mixed with his and spread it all along your folds with a smirk plastered on his face, especially when your body jerked from the featherlight touch.

“Don’t think I’ve seen that from you before.” He said as he wraps his hands underneath your thighs and turns you over.

“What?” You asked, glancing down between your legs to see the massive wet spot taking up almost half of that side of the bed.

You glanced back at him and that proud look on his face and couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at that arrogance you were sure was permanently a part of him.

He made his way back up, placing a kiss to your forehead tenderly, which caught you off guard but you didn’t object to it.

“From now on, I’m gonna be aiming to make you come that hard.” He whispers before he rolls onto his side and turns you to face him. You felt his arm lazily drape over your hip and his fingers absentmindedly traced little circles on your lower back.

“That’s if this ever happens again” your smart mouth was brought right back and he could’ve expected that much, but again, it just doesn’t phase him. He leaned in and placed another gentle kiss to your lips, basically telling you to stop talking in the nicest way possible before he pulled you into his chest.

When you let your arm wrap around him, he let an easy smile spread across his lips, but you were tracing the new tattoo on his chest, so you didn’t see it.

“If I wake up alone in the morning, I’m coming to fuck you all over again, so you might as well stay the night with me.” He barely muttered as his face melted into the pillow.

“Is that your way of saying you want morning sex, too?” You teased, but felt those strong arms tightening around you.

“That’s my way of saying I want morning sex every morning when I wake up next to you from now on.”

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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cw: slightly manipulative kiri, subtle size kink // 18+ mdni, fem!reader

thinking about slightly manipulative best friend!kirishima, who coaxes you into sleeping with him under the pretense of 'learning'.

only having sex once or twice in your life, you lack the experience that eijirou surprisingly offers to give you as soon as he hears of your little dilemma. with his cheeks blooming a ferocious red, he tells you it's only meant as a solution to wipe out any insecurities you might have when you start officially dating the new boy you've been texting with for a long while now.

so after mulling it over for weeks, you give in. admitting your doubts and expressing your worries - which he both immediately soothes, of course - you meet up at his place on the night you've planned to partake in your 'lesson', and hope for the best.

and eijirou, well, he finds it hard to hide his smile as soon as that lesson begins. the stupid fucking grin that shows nearly all of his sharp teeth grows bigger and bigger as your clothes start coming off one by one. as the narrow gap between your bodies closes the moment he pushes you onto the mattress, and the proximity becomes nearly non-existent because of the smooth movement. as you angle your head to the side and let him kiss your neck before he inches upwards to claim your mouth instead, even if he doesn't have to do that to teach you what you want to know.

but he wants to. wants you entirely, that is. you just don't know that.

so by the time you're left completely bare for his eyes to devour, and your lips are swollen from all the kisses he's placed upon them for what he calls a warm up, eijirou looks outright ecstatic. even tells you how pretty you are like this, despite that you doubt if he can actually see you from how heavy his eyelids have become - weighed down by full-blown lust and something else you can't quite pinpoint yet.

being the naive girl you are, you suppose he's just being nice to make you feel better - he's always been like that. constantly so thoughtful and giving, eijirou kirishima is the epitome of selfless generosity.

or so you think.

after all, how can he be considered selfless, when he now starts to whisper the dirtiest, most possessive shit into your mouth as he at long last slips between your legs and pins your body underneath his bigger one? how can he be considered generous, when all he thinks about is himself and the horny greed he holds for you?

perhaps it's the warmth in his eyes. or the way he coos at you with a voice so syrupy sweet that every word might just rot your teeth down to their core. the way he presses his sweat-riddled forehead to your own and starts stretching you out; pushing your velvety walls apart inch by inch to make room for the entirety of his cock, whilst never breaking eye contact once.

or maybe it's the way he swallows down the little moans that you start to let out the moment he sinks into you fully, and lingers right next to your cervix because of his outrageous size. how he tells you what an incredibly smart girl you are for doing this - for taking his dick like a fucking champ that he knew you'd be. how you'll be able to woo every single boy that gets lucky enough to score you after he's finished with you, because, goddamn; if you can take on a cock as big as his own, it surely won't be a problem to handle anyone else's, right?

but you won't do that, won't you? you'll stay right where you are - drooling and squirming on his dick, getting ready to be put into a mating press by his big, scarred hands that just know how to pet you so well... right?

when you start nodding in dazed agreement - head tipping back into the pillow that smells just like him - his sharp teeth nip at you slowly just so that he can hide the selfish smile that's pushing forward again. you're clenching, belly overflowing with heat as he paves a trail of warm saliva along the column on your neck that hides your pulse and that has long since become coated with sticky sweat. he makes sure to place a mark upon it, so that he can feel your erratic heartbeat dance on his tongue as he lures it out to play.

and eventually, it does come out to play, and it plays hard. minutes pass, the headboard of his bed starts slamming against the wall as he loses his cool. he's everywhere all at once; pushing your limits, filling you up, pulling you taut. and fuck, speaking of being pulled taut - your poor pussy is about to be murdered because of his monster of a cock and the way it stretches you.

eyes crossing from the mind-shattering orgasm to hit you all of a sudden, you have no clue what he's so worried about as you cream on his dick. i mean, how in the hell are you going to fuck someone else, when he's literally torn you apart?

lesson learned, you suppose.

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loolingz · 1 year

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pls let me indulge in being fwb with sae, but he ends up falling for u first and just keeps it to himself for the longest time :(( i feel like one day he’d “accidentally” let it slip that he wants more with you while ur fucking, n he tries to play it off like it’s no big deal but on the inside he’s so nervous he’s scared you off ugh </3

nonnie YES!! tysm for this, oh my god! he’s scared to tell u bc usually its fucking with no feelings, i love him!! enjoy it, and asks are always open!

he was in trouble.

he'd known he was for weeks. when you came over to his house in a nice frilly outfit to attempt to wow him — which, of course, you did — he knew. if only you knew what was going through his head when you two were having fun with each other.

"oh," your breathless voice pleads. "sae, please," the way he hums against your skin has you squirming in his grip, tightening around his fingers as he kisses your neck and shoulder ever so lightly. as sae stretches you out with his fingers, your thigh-length skirt does nothing to protect your lower half. your blouse was rendered worthless at this point, owing to the fact that it was no longer on you. when the two of you first met, it was flung over his shoulder someplace. he enjoyed littering you. you enjoyed the sensation of his teeth. it was a win-win situation for everyone. or so you thought. you were unaware of his lingering touches and delicate movements.

a third finger slips inside of you, and you’re ashamed about just how much it affects you. it’s hard to stay quiet when he has his way with you- he knows your body too well by this point. his mouth focuses on that sweet spot on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s the spot that can easily turn your sighs into moans. his thumb circles your clit and draws little mixed-up shapes in order to keep your toes curling and that fire in your belly burning. it’s downright evil the way he’s able to make you this wet. it’s like he wants the whole world to hear your arousal as he works his magic on your pussy. but you’re not entirely a saint right now.

after all, you are the one with your hand around his dick, aren’t you?

the growl he gives after a particularly harsh tug on his dick is satisfying. there’s precum coating your fingers. he’s making a mess of himself while making a mess out of you. but even the space between your thighs grows wetter and wetter, you can’t help but find yourself eyeing his frustrated face with a certain confidence. if the only way to get back at him is a couple of well-timed strokes then so be it. you’ll have him putty in your hands in no time at all.

this wasn’t the first time the two of you had... “mutually pleased” each other. Nor was it the second, or third, or fourth time. in fact- any chance he got, he’d simply send you a text message and have his way with you to his heart’s content every chance he got. even still, you always felt like you never quite had a good grasp on how to get him off. his dick felt all too large and heavy and hot in your hands. the mere memory of it being inside of you, stirring up your insides, was enough to send your heart racing. though you’re doing something right. you always do. he’s always the first one to grow close to his orgasm.

but he always makes you cum first. every single time.

when his hips begin to buck in time with your strokes, his fingers start moving inside of you faster. much, much, much faster. he stops peppering your neck with thousands and thousands of little tiny nips and kisses and marks just to claim your lips once more. he’s swallowing your moans, keeping you quiet as the lazy scissoring motion he was previously using on you moves to something more focused and deliberate. his long fingers curl deep inside of you, digits finding your the spot that makes you see stars and prodding at it again and again in a way that’s just not fair.

it’s so hard to focus. it’s so hard to keep your eyes open. they flutter and flutter in an attempt to keep your mind intact, but it’s just so hard. your mouth drops open to let out another moan, and this you just know is a little too loud for comfort. but you can just feel the smirk he gives you against your skin, and you just know sae isn’t opposed to his claim in front of others. but you can’t think about that right now. your mind is on sae and sae alone.

that, and the way he’s about to make you cream all over his fingers.

his unoccupied hand moves up from its resting point of holding on to your hips. he traces and teases your skin as he trails his hand upwards until it finally reaches its destination- your chest. his hand gropes at your breast, twisting and teasing and twirling an overly sensitive nipple in between the rough pads of his fingers tip. you’re starting to see stars.

and that thumb. oh, god, that thumb. you don’t know how he does it. how he’s always able to bend you to his will, over and over again. because that thumb. that thumb on your clit is cruel. it’s so cruel, and it’s so mean. it’s what causes you to break away from his kiss with a startled gasp and a sudden shriek. the pit at the bottom of your stomach is growing. you feel hot- hot all over, and sae was not helping. the tickle of his hair against your shoulder as he whispers nothing but filthy words of praise in an attempt to coax you into an orgasm is sending you into overdrive. his breath against your ear, the way he breaks you down into a whiny little mess, and that thumb.

“you just cum for me, got it?” he’s growling now. low, deep, and all too husky for your poor fucked out brain to process. “wish we had more than this. wish we were more than this. ‘want you so bad..”

his eyes widened at his confession, quickly adding a line about your pussy holding tight on his fingers, trying to play off what he had just said.

this sae of yours- this green eyed, red haired sweet boy of yours is downright filthy behind doors. he’s dirty in all the right ways. tainted in all the best of the word, and it’s all for you. all for your body. all for your pleasure. all to drive up you up, get you drunk off his touch, and keep going until you can’t even stand. or pass out. all for your love.

whichever comes last.

in a last-ditch effort to ensure he experiences what he’s putting you through, your grip on his cock tightens. you’re pumping it furiously, working your hand in the way he’s taught you all those weeks ago when it was your first time together. you’re moving with purpose, with vigor, and with passion. his breath hitches loudly, and he’s humping your hand faster and faster. but there’s no time to taste the victory. his retaliation is swift, and his retaliation is punishing. because in just seconds, he’s practically ambushing your pussy

at this point, you’re reduced to tears. all you can do is nod and beg and whimper as you try to clench down on his fingers, chasing your high. your legs are shaking, and at this point, sae is the only thing keeping you upright. every breath you take is overcome with nothing but gasps and squeals as the coil in your stomach tightens and tightens. god, you’re so close. how does he do it? how does he always manage to take you to new heights that you’ve never been before?

“could give you so much more than this,” he whispers again and the sloppy chants of ‘yes, yes, yes, yes-’ fall out of your mouth in pretty little bows, dolled up just for him. “cum for me.”

and you do.

it happens with a start- the coil in your belly snaps, and your mind goes numb. you let out a loud cry as your cunt clenches around his fingers, but sae swallows it quickly with a deep kiss before he starts to cum himself. he forces you to ride out your orgasm with him, white-hot ropes cum shooting out of his dick with every little groan that sneaks out his mouth. his thumb slows down, not quite abusing your poor, oversensitive clit anymore, but it still feels like torture. you don’t want him to stop. not now, not ever.

the quiet gasps of air you let out are all the forest hears in the aftermath. sae’s lips brush against your shoulder, your neck, and your lips over and over again as he catches his own breath. the smile you give him is soft when he finally meets your eyes. But it’s not until you offer up a silent nod does he finally give a small smile back.

and as wordlessly as the two of you started, he sinks down to his knees, hikes a leg over his shoulder, and gives you his tongue in all the right ways.

“then make me yours, sae itoshi.”

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Day 31: Vampirism with Alucard Tepes

Warnings: yandere, dubious consent, vampire, blood, ooc Alucard

Taglist: @actuallysaiyan @loki-love @the-eternal-sunflower

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! I wanted to do something a little spooky for Halloween, so here it is!

Your lover had warned you of his insatiable thirst for blood. He’d told you that the closer the two of you became, the more he longed to taste you. Even more so, the signs had been there. You’d ignored them. Writing it off as affection when his mouth lingered on your throat a bit too long or he held your wrist to his nose to take long, greedy sniffs. It had never occurred to you that all along Alucard was simply feeding his own desire. He’d take in the scent of your blood and relish hearing it pumping through your veins.

No, you’d trust him so implicitly it had never once occurred to you that he might lose this fight. It never crossed your mind that he might decide he deserved a taste.

Your own foolishness had gotten you into this position. Low hanging branches tear at your clothes as you run for your life. The silence of the dark night is only broken by the growling of the white wolf chasing after you. It’s glowing eyes don’t miss a single move you make through the woods.

You keep running until sudden you trip over a large tree root. Just before you hit the ground, a pair of strong arms catch you. Usually it would be a relief to find yourself in the arms of your lover, but now your heart rushes with fear. His eyes glow red as his long blond hair spills in front of his face. Your eyes are drawn to the pearly white fangs exposed through his grimaced lips. You swallow hard as you stare at them.

“Why would you run from me, darling?” Alucard pouts. “Didn’t you promise to stay with me forever?”

Your eyes widen and you try to pull away from him. Alucard squeezes you tighter, holding you flush against his chest. He leans in close enough for you to feel his breath tickle your neck.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whimper.

“Oh, my sweet lover,” he coos. “Of course I won’t hurt you. I just need to taste you.”

“But…”

“Shush, little dove. Relax,” he kisses you softly as his thumb drags across your pulsing jugular. “No, I won’t hurt you at all, my little dove. I only wish to have a drink.”

You don’t feel secure with this promise. Just minutes earlier, he had you cornered in the castle and was expressing his desire to drain every last drop of your precious blood. He’d been wild with thirst, and in a moment of sanity he’d told you to run. You had been so deep in the woods you feared yourself lost when you realized he was chasing you. Now, he’s caught you. You’re but prey ensnared in his trap.

“Adrian, please. I love you so much,” you whimper. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“It won’t hurt a bit,” he coos softly.

He pushes your skirt up around your thighs, and his long fingers toy with your slit. You try to push him away, but it’s no use. You find yourself growing weaker and weaker to his touch. He pushes your panties aside and his fingertips circle around your clit. Just as you’re starting to moan with pleasure, you feel his fangs scrape against your skin. He kisses your neck softly, but it’s just a ruse. As soon as you relax, his sharp fangs pierce your skin. You cry out, but you’re too weak to push him off of you. Alucard moans with unbridled pleasure as he begins to drink from that beautiful vein.

“Please,” you manage to squeak out.

He only moans in response. Your vision is starting to fade by the time he’s had his fill. When you lose consciousness, you’re quite sure you’ve died.

Then, you wake up the next morning tucked into the bed you’ve shared with Alucard over these last few months. His cool hand soothes gently over your cheek as he coaxes you to wake up completely. You bolt upright, and you think it was all a bad dream until you reach up and feel the bandage around you neck. There’s one around your thigh as well and one of your wrists.

“See, my darling,” his velvet voice echoes. “I told you it wouldn’t hurt. You hardly felt a thing.”

#alucard x reader #alucard tepes x reader #castlevania alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #kinktober 2022

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