#I JUST WANNA FEEL YOUR LIPS AGAINST MY SKIN!

[sashiavi]

no thoughts head empty just riding kaveh's face 😔😔😔 he'd definitely whimper and moan, acting like it's his last meal<3 thrusting his hips in the air to try and get some sort of relief, and ends up cumming untouched<3<3 oh the things I'd do to him

(I'm supposed to be productive rn)

(but kaveh<3<3<3)

Kaveh x Reader - Riding Kaveh's Face Haikaveh x Reader Mentioned

Some Kaveh food ♡

I'm slowly working through a few requests and my own little projects hehe~ thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy!

Ilysm Kai Ty for sneaking into my ask box hehe~ 💕

Warnings : 18+ Smut | afab reader | face sitting/riding | jealous Kaveh | spit | squirting | not beta read | ʷᶜ ¹.⁷ᵏ

“Kaveh.. I don't want to hurt you..” Was the first thing that tumbled from your pretty lips, a kiss of nervousness lingering on the edge of your words. The words he should have seen coming, like an overused opening line to a spicy scene in one of his romance novels, written by some lazy author.. Maybe to you, your concerns were valid, more than reasonable, even, it’s not everyday that he has you on him like this. Any ounce of rationality quickly scatters from him when Kaveh meets your eyes. 

Nervous face looking down at him between your legs, eyes already a little bleary, lips tucked into a nervous pout. What a sight. Pretty tits drooping with gravity, framing your abdomen and tummy so well. One hand planted on his chest, the other being nervously nibbled at, tips of your fingers, lips biting into your nails. Kaveh huffs, a puff of a sigh tickling your skin. He had you kneeling on your knees, soft squishable thighs grazing against his ears, skin warm on his cheeks, sucking the metallic cool from the dangling jewelry he always adorned. His hands snake over the back of your thighs squeezing, groping, making an attempt to pull you down.

“K-Kaveh-!” Your squeals make his brain spark. The subtle fight and pull of your hips, his own hands trying to gently combat your squirms, all but makes him more eager- desperate even, for you, for your smell, your taste, to hear those soft whimpers he knows will spill from your lips. Archons, he wants to stuff his face full, dig his nose into your little clit, tongue your pussy with kisses and licks. 

“S’ okay- Can take it, honest..” He cranes his neck, chin tilting up, lips managing a soft, wet kiss against your mound, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. 

“We've never..” You trail off, looking anywhere but him. It was true, they hadn't ever done something like this, not together at least, but the memory- memories even, of your pretty pussy being tongue fucked by Alhaitham all those times before. Riding on his face, squealing, whimpering, crying. Tugging at the man's silky grey hair, pleading with him, all while knowing he wouldn't stop, grip too tight on your thighs and ass. Gods, Alhaitham, ever the dominant, putting both of you in your places, fucking you too stupid to even lay a finger on one another- one always twitching and out of commission for the rest of the night while he tortured the other with utmost pleasure.

Kaveh's cock flexes in his pants, tip rubbing against the taught material, nearly cracking out his own whimper. This was one of those rare chances, he had to get his own hands on you.

“You ride 'Haitham's face..” Kaveh can't help but whine, his lips visibly pout, head turning, pointed nose nuzzling into the soft fat of your thigh. He resists the urge to kiss, to sink his teeth in, nibble, and leave his own marks on your skin. Gods, he wants you to use him, ride his tongue and choke him with your pussy.

“H-He..” Your voice cracks, laced in something sinful, nervous from heat and embarrassment already taking over your body. The pause is tense, ringing in Kaveh's ears. "He can.. handle it, he's-" Kaveh cuts you off.

“Why can't I handle it? Wanna make you feel good..” He tries again, breathing warm on your core, aiming kisses on your inner thighs, the subtle swell of your tummy and that pretty patch of skin that leads down to your pussy. Just a little lick, a little kiss and he's sure you'd agree.

“He's just.. hnn.. Stronger than you- Ahn~!” Kaveh stops you again, forcing a startled moan from your lips with a harsh nip to your sensitive inner thigh, followed with a slicing glare from his sharp, crimson eyes. He had no right to be jealous- you were his as much as Ahaitham was, the same for the latter and yourself (and every other way, betrothed to each other equally) and yet, that achy feeling sears down his throat. Alhaitham with his high praise, thick biceps and stupid pretty face- Kaveh was pretty too! Stronger? Kaveh can show you stronger. Show you how he can make you feel good. Show you he can take on and bully your pretty pussy with his tongue. Show you he can take all of you. 

It starts with a fat lick of his tongue, a thick stripe up your cunt, right over that puffy untouched clit of yours. His chin tilted up to reach you, breath already hot and laboured, fanning over your core, he nearly growls when your hips make an attempt to snip away from him. He reels you in, grip on your hips a little firmer, landing wet hot smooches and kisses on all your most sensitive bits. That look on your face makes his cock twitch, embarrassed, guilty even, chin wobbling with the shaky breath you manage.

“Ahn~ K-Kaveh m’ sorry-” Apologies be damned, you'd started something, a fire in his gut to prove himself, to lap at you like a dog in heat. Gods, his neck already stung, ached with the strain of chasing you, chasing that pretty, drooly cunt- His fingers tighten, squishing the fat of your thighs under them. He feels your muscles tense and ripple, trying their best to keep you upright against his pull. Gods, he wanted you, wanted more, wanted you to sit, hump at his tongue, let him suckle and spit and make a mess.

“Ka-veh-” You start, heat and arousal dripping from your voice, winded and breathless. You squirm again, fingers threading through his hair, gently tugging him back down to the cushioned pillow below. “Haitham’ will be home soon, we- Ah~ Kavehhh!” You're cut off with a squeal. Knocked hard under your knees by a pair of hands, forced to drop down on Kaveh's face. His eyes roll, arms snaking around your ass and lower back, pinning you to himself with a rough hug. No escape now, you were all his. His gorgeous girl and her pretty drooly cunt.

Archons.. Fuck this was what he needed, what he craved. Squishy pussy smushed up on his lips, his pointed nose digging into your tender clit, tongue already fucking into the soft squeeze of your hole. He forces your hips to rock, guiding them with his hands, fingers squished into the fat of your ass and thighs. Gods, he wanted to cry, sob into your pussy and praise it over and over.

He can't help but crane his own hips, feeling the hot burning tension of his pants, the seam and fly digging into his weeping cock. He moans himself, tongue flicking and fluttering against your cunt, forcing his voice to stutter and staccato. You were no better off, soft mewls and whimpers tumbling from your lips when he mouths hot kisses and hard suckles on your clit, warm and wet and sticky. 

The fingers in his hair tighten, tugging on the strands oh so deliciously, coaxing him on and on. To keep tongue fucking your cunt, grinding his nose on your clit, squishing your soft thighs with his fingernails. The weight of you felt right on his face, grounding and stern, forcing him into submission - Even if unintentional.

“Kaveh~ KavehKaveh..” you repeat his name like a mantra, voice raising up and up in octave, choked up and wobbly. Your fingers squeeze again, hips wriggling, thighs twitching with a strain. Your breathing elevates, moans oh so breathy. He could tell you were close, little hole squeezing up on his tongue, thighs squishing his head, pretty voice squealing.

“Cummin- cumming, cummingcumminggg~” Archons you were so cute. Thighs flexing, squishing his face as you let go, selfishly riding his face, grinding your wet cunt all over his tongue. Your pussy pulses with your release, forcing another hearty moan out of Kaveh, kissing and lapping at you to guide you through. 

Gods he needed more.

Kaveh gives you no time to cool down, two long, pretty fingers plunging into your quivering hole, poking against the spongey little spot inside of you. You cry, telling him to slow down, “s’ too much!” And yet you keen into him, now gripping the headboard for dear life, moaning into your arms. Kaveh wraps his lips against your sensitive clit, suckling, lapping, spitting all over, taking the little bud in and abusing it. Kaveh rocks his own hips, finding a soft friction against the seam of his trousers, rubbing against his leaky cock head just enough. 

Gods, he was in heaven. His girl, his pretty girl and her cute cunt, humping his face and fucking back on his fingers, taking and taking all he had to give. Fuck it was wet, so gushy and sticky, soft, yummy squelches from your twitchy hole, wet smooches and sucks from his lips. His eyes roll under his eyelids, peeking up to see that face of yours, eyes bleary, lips parted with huffed breaths. He fucks his fingers in faster, harder, nearly biting into your clit with his teeth to see all those gorgeous reactions of yours.

“Ka.. Kaveh- can't.. gonna-! Gotta stop or- s’ too much! Anh~ ahh ah~!” You babble and cry, he nearly joins you, breathing laboured on your cunt, hips snapping up into nothing, following that brutal pace he had fucking into your cunt. That's it, that's it, thaaats it. Let him treat you, use him, use his face, fuck and hump on him, let him choke and squirm.

“Kaveh!” Is all the warning he gets from you before you gush - cumming hard with a choked sob, squirting in his mouth, down his chin, making a hot sticky mess all on his face. He humps the air, creaming hard in his pants, nearly untouched, hot ropes being wasted in his trousers. He blubbers, an attempt at praise being muffled away by the sweet rocking of your hips, riding out your orgasm on his tongue. Kaveh feels the tight squeeze of your cunt on his fingers, he gently presses into your cunt, slowly coaxing you down, soft and tender. He kisses your thighs tenderly, peppering his lips all around your lower half, palms rubbing over your bare skin.

You manage to lift yourself off of him a smidge, face beat red, looking anywhere but him. Kaveh can't help but stare, a goofy grin slowly edging itself on his face, eyes full, love hearts dancing in his vision. 

“Having fun without me?” A voice calls. Kaveh can just imagine the stern raise of an eyebrow, the annoyed arms crossed over a chest. You squeak, and Kaveh sighs blissfully. 

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Hi there >v> you k n o w I have to throw Haitham in I can't not it's illegal - I know cause I wrote the law.

I hope you enjoyedddd~ I haven't written for Kaveh in a while </3 I missed my boy

Thank You For Reading ♡

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[l13]

cw: nsfw 18+, MDNI, fever sex, f!reader, lazy writing, not proofread

You're riding Dean and he's half-lidded, can barely keep his eyes open. You're starting to get worried so you press your palm down against his chest to move away from him, but he grabs your waist, pulling you back down on his cock. “No, no, no, don't stop, don't y'dare stop,”

You whine, “But Dean- you're burning up.” and he really was. You could tell by touching his pecs, the skin too warm under your fingertips, and you could also tell by his pulsing cock inside of you. The hot sensation spreading through your cunt, the warmth traveling up to your belly.

Dean hisses, “It's this pussy- h my God- so warm baby, could stay inside you forever-”

He pushes you skin tight against him with a hand on the small of your back, his arms then circling around your frame as he holds you close, his breath fanning against your lips as he moans lowly

Holding his cheek in your palm, your eyes dance across his face as his head tilts back, eyes rolling from the feeling of your cold hand against him.

“Just like that honey, fuck yourself onto me c'mon. Want y'to cum all over me.” he was mumbling, his words barely coherent, yet his hips never stopped snapping up against you, chasing your hot cunt.

“Jesus, Dean-” you whimper against his lips as you roll your hips in circles, making sure he stays snug inside you, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone making your thighs shake “m gonna cum” you cry out, and he groans, giving you open mouth kisses, his thoughts too fuzzy to even kiss you properly.

Your walls clamp down on him, and he moans, “Yess, yeah that's it- fuck- squeezin' me so damn tight sweetheart-” his cock now gliding easier in and out of your puffy pussy with the help of your wetness

Despite the aftershocks, your body twitching, and your thighs begging you to take a break, you keep going. Now, sloppily fucking yourself down on his warm cock, as you egg him on, “Come on baby, cum for me. I want it s'bad,”

His cheeks are flushed, mouth hanging open n' eyes crossed as he stares into nothing, “Yes yes yes, oh please- please make me cum- i'll do anything just please-”

His voice cracks as he begs you, his hands grabbing onto your thighs, nails digging into your skin as he follows the movements of your hips, feeling the coil in his belly slowly unfold.

You place your hands behind you on his thighs, leaning back as you keep your relentless pace and he groans pathetically, sitting up to moan against your tits as he cums, snapping his hips up against you roughly to make sure he’s as deep as he can go, feeling his cum and your slick messing up the inside of his thick thighs.

You’re panting hard as you slow down, thighs still twitching every now and then as you run your fingers through his hair, murmuring praises against his temple, lips warming up quickly since he was still burning up.

“You okay? you ask, and he nods against your shoulder, moaning huskily when he gives another slow roll up against you, “Dean let's go have a look at you, I’m getting worried baby-”

“Wait.” he snaps his half lidded eyes up to yours, a tear running down his cheek as he grins lazily, “Wanna go again. Please?”

2024 © l13 | Do not steal, copy, edit, translate or re-post any of my works.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #spn x reader #spn smut #dean winchester drabble

[nightfalltales]

show me how much you missed me

parings: jiyan x fm reader

cw: SMUT - size kink bc hes so massive + bit of foreplay + fingering + overstimulation + penetration + jiyan eating you out; dom!jiyan + sub!fm reader; needy jiyan & him being a horny little bitch; explicit

word count: 1k+

summary: after not seeing you for so long, jiyan wants to show you how much he misses you in bed.

author’s note: i’m FINALLY on summer break so i’ll write as much as i can and i got wuthering waves 3 days ago + got jiyan in 30 free pulls WOOO help i’m obsessed with that game and him (also this feels rushed my apologies)

smut below (18+) !! MINORS DON’T INTERACT !!

“jiyan? is that..”

“yeah.. it’s me.”

you were taken aback by how quickly he returned home after being gone for two weeks. however, you can only imagine the amount of work he has to accomplish as a general of the midnight rangers and a busy man. considering that he leads and manages issues, it's likely that he just wrapped up early.

he shut the front door of your shared house and gave you a quick embrace, his warmth relaxing and comforting you. you hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“sorry i wasn’t home for a while, y/n.” he apologized, hugging you even tighter. 

“it’s okay. you’re the general anyway. you must’ve really dealt with a lot of work.”

knowing how understanding you are, he grinned.

“i’m just glad i can finally get a break to see you.”

“i’m also glad you came back to me.”

for a moment, you both stood motionless, taking in each other's warmth and comfort. 

then you two kissed each other tenderly the following second. however, a tender kiss quickly becomes passionate and hotter.

together, you made your way to a shared bedroom, where he helped you remove your shirt and you removed his top and equipment, even untied his hair. he then gently lifted you up and placed you on the bed, continuing to kiss you throughout the entire process. 

his hot body was pressing against yours. he must have waited for this particular opportunity. to express to you how much he both physically and emotionally missed you.

as he kissed down to your jaw, you felt his hand slithering to your back. you let out a gasp as his warm lips touched your skin. 

“jiyan..” you whimpered as he unhooked your bra. 

he raised his head up.

“am i going too fast?” he asked as he was about to stop, but you pressed closer to him. 

“no, it’s not that.” you shook your head, unable to find the right words to say. 

jiyan cocked his head to the side as you at last inhaled deeply to express this feeling.  

“show me how much you missed me.”

jiyan’s eyes widened. he didn't anticipate you being that bold.

“are.. you certain?” he asked. “i don’t want to hurt you.”

“please.” you begged. “please show me how much you missed me. you can be rough if you have to.”

his golden pupils glowered at yours as his gaze deepened, and you felt yourself getting wet from that.

“you know the rules, right?” he asked as he brought his face closer to yours.

“i’ll give you signs or let you know if i wanna stop or if you’re going too hard.” you nodded.

he grinned, thrusting his tongue into you as he kissed.

and he is now engaged in that. not on your lips, but on your wet pussy.

you both were fully naked. the only difference is that he's on his knees on the ground, while you were sprawling out on the edge of the bed.

you moaned as you felt his tongue overtake you, the fire in your chest getting out of control.

“j-jiyan.. please..” you begged. 

“mmh?” he groaned. 

you gripped the bed sheets and moaned his name. you could even feel the vibration of his groaning from his throat, thrilling you even more.

“faster..” you whimpered. you really want him now. you want him deep inside you.

he craned his neck up to gaze at you, replacing his tongue with his finger, penetrating deep inside you.  

“patience, darling. i’m just prepping you.” he chuckled. 

sometimes you find this hard to believe. the seemingly distant general of the midnight rangers is on his knees eating you out.

you met your climax a few minutes after he returned to lap you up.  

your body shook with pleasure as you again screamed his name. your torso raised as the climax intensified and the heat became more unbearable. he even continued eating you out after you came!

you knew he wasn't done, so you inhaled deeply and tried to relax yourself. still, you told him to be rough.

and once more, you were correct. as he rises from the floor and joins you in bed, you can clearly see the oozing of his thick precum from his cock. 

he’s now on top of you, pressing his body into yours. his wide shoulders are encircled by your arms as he thrusts into you as if there's no tomorrow. he put one arm over you to make sure you stayed still and took him well while the other gripped the headboard.

"fuck y/n.." he groaned, feeling your warm, damp walls. 

because of his size in general and how quickly he was moving, you are burned by his touch, and he growls against your neck whenever you squirm.

you moaned together as a result of your mutual pleasure. you were both in bliss as he slid his immense, girthy cock more inside of you. 

“jiyan please! i’m close! i’m close!” you moaned and panted, realizing you were losing self-control. 

“close?” he teased. 

“yes! i’m gonna..”

he chuckled. “i’m close too, y/n.. we can cum together then?”

“yes! please!”

he gave you a short peck on your lips and grinned. 

“then let it out.”

as he descended more and farther inside of you, his tempo quickened. you swore you saw stars. 

you both put your arms around each other and panted each other's name like a chant as you both were about to reach climax.

and without even blinking, you both came at the same time.

you came on his cock as he came deep inside you. you could feel his warm, thick cum splattering and painting your walls.

you both gave each other long embraces to relax and take a breather. however, you both knew that the evening was not over yet.

his gaze peered through yours as he saw you came earlier, eager to witness your response once more. 

with your consent, he proceeded to pound you once more after giving you an intense kiss. 

safe to say that you both go all night and he stayed by your side to clean you up and himself. 

guess he really did miss you.

#jiyan #jiyan x reader #jiyan smut #wuthering waves #wuthering waves smut #wuwa smut

[chosai]

LET ME SAVOUR YOU (BEFORE I GO) — GOJO SATORU.

warning: this drabble contains angst and smut (18+ content). minors do not interact.

© chosai — do not copy, modify, or translate any of my works.

"satoru? what are you doing here in the middle of the night?" you question the ivory-haired male through your tired eyes, staring at the tall man standing in front of your apartment door; his facial expression is incomprehensible, and something about it makes you feel a little uneasy. you bring your hand up to cup his cheek. it's cold, you thought to yourself. without saying another word, you grab his hand and bring him inside.

"y/n," gojo says your name, his voice low and quiet. before you can utter a reply, his large hands snake around your waist and pull you close to his chest; his face nuzzling into your neck. gently, your fingers threaded through his white locks.

"is there something wrong, my love?" you ask him, and he shakes his head softly.

gojo's voice is muffled against your skin, "i just want to be close to you, that's all."

you attempt to pull yourself away from him, but his grip on you merely tightens. you trace your fingers over his cheek; worry laced within your gaze. "toru, you're not acting like yourself. i know you wanting to be close to me isn't the only reason you're here right now. let's talk about it, love."

leading your lover to the couch, you plop down onto the soft seat and encourage gojo to the same.

"jujustu society's in havoc right now," gojo begins, and you can already tell he's trying his best to stay vague, but you don't probe any further. "i also have to leave for a mission tomorrow morning. it's stressful, and i've just been seeking for your comfort these days. i'm also sorry for visiting so late at night. i miss you so much."

it is odd, for as long as you knew him – gojo satoru would be confident, acting as if any of the missions he embarks on is a mere chore. but here he is, in front of your door and disheveled; the only thing behind his cerulean eyes is that of woe.

"satoru..." you mumble his name softly, massaging your fingers into his scalp and he leans in closer to you to savour the sensation. a soft gasp falls from your lips when he suddenly peppers kisses along the soft skin. your arms travel from his head to his broad shoulders, holding onto him tightly. a soft moan leaves your lips when he decides to bite and suckle on the area that connected your neck and collarbone, and you dig your nails into his skin.

"satoru," you murmur his name softly, trying to get his attention but the man continues to savour you whole. eventually you begin to lose balance, your back falling into the soft mattress of your couch as he climbs over you; his lips remaining latched on the soft skin of your neck. "baby," you say softly, "what's gotten into you?"

"just wanna love you as much as i can," gojo says, though his voice is muffled as he continues to press kisses down your neck; his large hands traveling up your shirt – the coolness of his skin sends shivers down your spine along with shocks of arousal. "will you let me?"

you nod your head and immediately, you latch your lips onto his. your arms traveling to the back of his neck as you yearn to get closer to him. he hoists you up in his arms while your teeth clashed and tongues intertwined; his large hands cupping your ass, as he carries you to your bedroom. with gentle hands, he brings you lower until your head meets the soft plush of your mattress.

glancing up at the male, you relish in the sight of how handsome he looks underneath the moonlight; his cerulean eyes shining brightly against the luminescence from the night sky. there it is again, that incomprehensible look on his face; his eyes appear to pained, and his lips are pressed into a tight line. just as you're about to ask him if he is feeling okay, he cuts you off and wraps his arms around yours in a warm embrace.

"i love you so much, y/n." he says, his voice soft and quiet. "you're the best thing that happened in my life. i love you so much. please don't ever stop loving me. please."

you reassure him with your soft touches and kisses. "i love you more than you ever know, 'toru. never forget that."

lifting his chin with your finger, you bring him in for another kiss and this time, gojo returns the kiss with plenty more fervor; pinning your body down with his weight as his hands travel towards the end of your shirt, tugging onto the thin fabric as he swiftly removes it from you. the room that once felt cold now feels humid due to the growing arousal that you have shared towards one another.

gojo's left hand quickly travels to the soft mound, twisting the erect bud softly between his fingers while his lips shares his love on the other bud. you moan his name softly, arching your back as an attempt to get closer to him.

"you're so beautiful, my love." your lover says through raspy breaths, his voice low and hoarse as he continues his ministrations on your breasts. his right hand, now, is trailing lower and lower; his fingers snaking below the hem of your shorts, pulling softly against the bands of your underwear and you mewl his name. he's getting you even more desperate, and your aching need for him worsens as the seconds pass.

however, it is just the beginning.

"do you plan on teasing me, 'toru?" you question gojo, your lips forming a small pout and he gives you a gentle kiss.

"it's not teasing if i'm appreciating every single part of you. gotta ingrain every single part of you in my mind, right?"

you blush profusely at his words, and you avert your gaze from his loving ones.

"do whatever you wish," you say, stretching your arms out to reach him. "love every part of me, toru."

and so he does; he effortlessly slides your shorts along with your underwear and he digs a finger into your soaking pussy, eliciting a sharp gasp and moan of his name.

"you're already soaking wet," gojo hums, "and you're squeezing so tightly around my one finger. you’re so beautiful, y/n.”

“a-ah fuck! toru!” you moan, rocking your hips against his hand as he curls his finger inside. you can hear his breath hitch at the wet sounds of your heat enveloping around his finger, and then he adds a second finger.

eventually he pauses his movements, and before you get the chance to question him – you pause, flustered, with an anticipating gaze as he shifts his position; his head trailing down your stomach, leaving a trail of soft kisses until he reaches your arousal. his warm breath hovers over the spot you needed him soft.

"agh– fuck, you're dripping." he breathes out, a low groan escaping from his voice before he dives into to your cunt and a sharp cry of his name escapes from your lips; your fingers tangled into his ivory locks as works his mouth into you, his lips suctioning your sensitive bud as he makes little yet rapid flicks of his tongue. tonight, he wants to savour every single thing of you.

breathy pants fall past your lips, your mind's fogged from the immense pleasure your lover is giving you. the way gojo's mouth makes love with your pussy effortlessly makes your mind go blank; his movements increase in fervour, the soft hums leaving his lips sends a wave of vibrations straight to your sensitive clit. you squeeze his head between your thighs, rocking your hips softly against his face – you're far too dazed in ecstasy and rather than fighting against it, gojo relishes every single reaction you make as he leaves you trembling with his mouth.

pale blue eyes gaze up towards you, clouded in lust as he takes in every single expression you're making with each lick, thrust and suckle of his tongue and lips. gojo can't stand the idea of another man possibly doing the same exact things he's doing to you, his heart aches just thinking about it. he glances back up at you once more; the sight of your flushed face with your needy eyes staring into his, egging him to help you reach your release with your soft yet desperate moans.

you're all his, and his only.

gojo locks his arms around your trembling thighs, moving his head side to side as he frantically makes out with your sopping heat.

you pant his name, though this time your voice goes up an octave. "mmm– ah! fuck 'toru i'm so close please don't stop, please don't stop!"

his grip on you tightens and his movements have gotten a lot more heated and desperate; a mixture of both his drool and your wetness dripping down his chin as he leads you to your orgasm. you latch onto his hair, a loud cry leaving your lips as you thrust your hips into his face – your legs twitching against his face.

gojo makes sure to keep a picture of this very moment locked in the depths of his mind. he wants to keep cherishing you, forever and ever. he leans up towards you to press a soft kiss against the temple of your forehead, and then he places another kiss on your lips. immediately, you reciprocated the kiss with passion and fervour; your arms snaking around his neck as you pull him on top of you.

"i love you so much, 'toru." you say in between kisses and heavy breaths.

ever since birth, he's been destined as the strongest. of course that ideology stuck with him throughout his childhood, adolescence and even until the present. being a sorcerer meant that he will have to make plenty of sacrifices, as long it will result in the world remaining in balance. however, out of the many treasured things he has to leave behind,

he doesn't have it in him to leave you.

"i love you more," gojo says, leaning his forehead to yours.

he's glad that you can barely make out his expressions underneath the dimly lit midnight sky. he tries to blink away any potential tears that threaten to poke at his eyes.

"y/n," gojo says, his voice soft. "promise me that no matter what, you'll live happily."

you cup his face in your hands, the pretty smile he loved so much is plastered across your face. "of course i will, 'toru. because i have you."

he leans into your touch and kisses your hand as he tries, desperately, to ignore the bittersweet feeling building up in his chest. he leans in again for another kiss, his hands wandering around your body as you submit once more into his warm touches.

he still has the whole night to savour you. even if it is the last time he ever will, he’ll make sure that every moment counts.

#ੈ✩‧˚sora’s creations #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo angst #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo drabbles #gojo satoru angst #jjk x reader smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader

[iluvvpaige]

LUNCH | kate martin x female!reader

summary: the girls wanna go out for lunch but kate decides to have a snack before…

warnings: smut (straight filth), p eating (r! receiving), language, mommy kink

“I could eat that girl for lunch. Yeah, she dances on my tongue.”

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Kate had invited her team to our house today since the girls had an off day. It was rare that they had any off days so we always made sure to do something.

“guys we should go out to lunch” Gabbie suggested. I was sitting on the couch, my legs draped over Kate’s lap as she slowly rubbed on my thighs.

The whole team was over at me and Kate’s house right now. Like the whole team. Most of the girls were sprawled on the floor watching their phones or making TikToks.

“We should” Jada and Caitlin said at the same time causing the room to erupt into laughter. “Bro, ya’ll are literally twins” I laughed. “I know right. My evil twin right here” Jada said as she interlocked arms with Caitlin.

The girls started to get up, grabbing their bags and stuff. “Kate, Y/n? are ya’ll coming?” Kennise said, grabbing her phone. “Uhm. Yeah. we’ll just meet you guys there” Kate said, causing me to look up.

“Alright” Molly said. With that everyone walked out of the door. “Why didn’t we leave with them?” I said, curiosity filling my tone in voice.

Kate just smirked and pulled me onto her lap, kissing me intensely. Her hands roamed my body, eventually going down to grab my ass.

“Kate. in- Lets go in the room.” I managed to get out in between kisses. “mhm” She nodded. She picked me up, my legs wrapping around her waist as we walked into our room.

She put me down on the bed, going on top of me. Her kisses roamed my body going from my lips to my neck. “Kate” I moaned out. “don’t. Don’t leave any hickeys.”

“mhm” she hummed against my skin. “let’s hurry up, hm?” Kate whispers, her voice low and husky. I nod eagerly.

“let’s take these off” She said, pulling my shorts and panties off. “So wet for me, ma.” She said, attaching her lips to my pussy.

“oh fuck” I moan out, gripping kate’s hair. I feel her smirk against me, speeding up her movements. “you taste so good” She hummed against my pussy.

“faster, kate. please” I moan out. “so needy” She rasped, moving her tongue faster. “kate. fuck. oh yes” I moan. she looked up at me, making eye contact as her tongue slid into me, finding the right spot.

“shit. right there.” I moan out, grinding my hips against her face. “fuck. feels so good. so good.” I moan. “Doing so good, baby” kate said, repeatedly hitting the same spot.

“fuck. i’m gonna cum.” I moan as my legs begin to shake, tightening my thighs around her head. “go ahead, ma. cum for me” Kate said, moving faster. Her words combined with that tongue of hers sent me over edge.

That tight knot in my stomach snapped. “oh fuck. mommy.” I moaned as i came. Kate smirked, looking up at me as she helped me ride my high out.

I felt her phone buzz from the side of me so i grabbed it, throwing it to her, very out of breath. “yeah?” Kate said, licking her lips.

“Bro, hurry the hell up.” Caitlin said. “aight, aight. we’re coming.” Kate said, out of breath. were ya’ll fucking or something? like why are you so out of breath?” Kennise said, popping her head into the phone.

“Bro. get the fuck off my phone. text me the restaurant you guys went to. we’re on the way” Kate said, hanging up. “We gotta go, baby. and you gotta fix that” Kate said, pointing to my shaking legs.

“Bro. shut up.” I said, getting up to get clothes out. “Watch that mouth of yours” Kate said. “shit. I’m so full off of eating you for lunch, i don’t know if i’m gonna get anything.” Kate added, laughing slightly.

I just rolled my eyes at her comment, walking into the bathroom to get ready.

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thanks for reading all the way through, as alwaysss!! guys this might be shit I literally rushed through this 😭😭.

anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

#basketball #wlw #cute #read please #wlw post #iowa wbb #caitlin clark #kate martin fic #kate martin #kate martin smut #smut #Spotify

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Congratulations on 1.6k WIFEY 🩷🎀💋

🐇 Eddie spaghetti, reader says “I never meant to fall in love with you… I just did.” Ball worship… you know😉😏 😌

Eeee tysm baby girl!! I love you!! IM KISSING U RN!!🖤😚 This low key got away from me and isn’t a blurb but I was possessed by his balls.😩

This is for my 1.6k celebration✨

Warnings: Ball worship, pet names, past enemies to lovers, slight hair pulling, established relationship, fluff. 18+MDNI!1.3k

You’re laying in Eddie’s lap on the couch as random horror reruns flash across the tv screen. He’s very invested in the plot of sleepaway camp, giving you random eddie esc commentary here and there. But you can hardly focus on what he’s saying with the way his large ringed fingers scratch your scalp and run down your arm, the calloused tips finding their way under your shirt to stroke the stoke the skin on your hip. Especially since your cheek rested against his mostly soft cock (he could get hard at a moments notice with you around) and all he’s wearing is those flimsy little plaid pajama pants so you can smell his musk.

All you can think about is pulling his pants down so you can lean over and shove your face directly in his balls. His balls. That feel so fucking perfect when you wrap your lips around them and swirl your tongue. His balls that are just so sensitive and the minute you give them any attention he’s a whiney whimpering mess for you. There was just something about Eddie Munson’s balls that drove you insane. Maybe it was the way they hung perfectly nestled behind his thick cock. Or that cute little peach fuzz that they were covered in. It definitely has something to do with the way they tighten up when he cums, practically emptying before your eyes. Ultimately it probably boils down to just how much you love the man they were attached to, and how badly you want to worship every inch of him.

Which is funny considering all the time you spent hating him growing up. But when you ran into him in the city six years after high school he inevitably charmed his way into your heart. If told your high school self you’d be lying in Eddie Munson’s lap, daydreaming about his balls she would’ve laughed in your face. But alas, here you are, staring down at his crotch with heart eyes.

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with you… I just did…” You sigh dreamily, bringing your hand up to rest at the crook of his thigh as your nuzzle your cheek against his cock.

“Aw baby, I love you so much I -“ his sentence is cut short when your hand travels from his thigh to cup his balls as you continue to rub your face against him. “Wait… are you talking to my cock right now?”

“Uh-uh, not your cock…” You hum as you start to gently roll his sack in your palm.

“Princess.” He chuckles, cupping your face in his hand to get you to look up at him. It takes everything in you to stop staring at the cloth of his pajamas like you’re suddenly going to gain x-ray vision. “Are you talking to my balls? Did you just profess your love to my nutsack?”

“Mhm.” You hum as you continue to knead his heavy balls through that god forsaken fabric. “They’re just so nice.”

“Yeah?” His gaze softens as he looks down at you. “What’s so great about them, huh?”

“I could tell you… but I think it would be more fun if I just showed you instead.” You flip your body towards him before running your hand across his bare abdomen, making sure to stop to stroke that little thatch of hair under his belly button. You lean forward and place an open mouthed kiss on the tattoo on his chest as your hand travels down into his pants. You take his shaft in your hand, pumping him a few times, you run your thumb along the tip, smearing the precum that gathered there.

“Oh fuuuck, sweetheart.” Eddie groans as he throws his head back. One of his large hands grips onto your hip your while the other finds purchase in his messy mane.

“Mmm wanna make you feel so good, Eddie baby.” You kiss along his chest and down his abdomen as your hand descends lower, cupping his balls again. You massage them in your palm, squeezing them lightly, running the tips of your fingers along the silky sensitive skin. You push yourself up slightly so you can latch your lips onto his, capturing them in a desperate kiss. He moans against your mouth and runs his tongue along your bottom lip, you separate your lips enough for him to slip in and intertwine your tongues.

You continue to make out as you rub him with your hand until you can’t take it anymore, you need to get your mouth on him. You push yourself off the couch onto your knees and grab onto the waistband of those god damn pants, pulling them down and off his ankles. Your eyes hone in on his hard cock and drink in his sack before traveling all over naked his form.

“So pretty, you’re so pretty Eddie.” You run your hands along his muscular thighs, the feeling of the course hairs there sending chills through your body. You kiss up each one of his legs, leaving little nips and flicks of your tongue along the way.

“Fuuuuck, baby doll, that feels so nice.” Eddie groans, one of his hands snaking around to gently cup the back of your head as he looks down at slack jawed and wide eyed like you hung the stars. You hold eye contact with him and you spit on your palm as you take his sack in your now lubed up hand. You fondle him for a moment before leaning down to lightly suck one of his balls into your mouth as you swirl your tongue around the velvety skin. You grab grabs onto his cock with one hand and begin to pump him while the other runs up and down his chest, lightly scratching him with your nails.

“Jesus fucking Christ, that’s so fucking good.” Eddie’s moans, the hold on your head tightening slightly as his fingers start to grab onto your hair. You run your tongue along his sack, making sure to give each side equal attention, running your tongue along each and every inch of them.

“Just love your balls so much, love all of you so much. You smell so good. Wanna make you cum.” You’re practically rambling, drunk off the pleasure you’re giving him. You suck his other ball between your lips, giving it the same treatment. Swirling your tongue, varying between gentle and slightly harder sucking motions. Your hand continues to pump his shaft, your thumb coming up to rub along his slit every once in a while.

“Oh god - oh fuck - baby, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” Eddie’s hips buck slightly as he tugs on your hair, the sexiest moans and whimpers you’ve ever heard leaving his lips.

“Yes, please give it to me.” You practically whine as you pull off of him, looking at him with your mouth and chin covered in drool and he swears he could probably just cum right fucking now. “Wanna feel your balls twitch between my lips when you cum.”

“Holyfuckingshit. Baby, fuck, you’re so hot, oh fuuuuck -“ Eddie throws his head back when you lean down to take his whole sack in your mouth, sucking on him like a god damn succubus. Your strokes on his cock never let up as you continue to practically devour his balls. When your grip on his shaft tightens slightly just as you run your tongue right across the crease of his sack it sends him over the edge.

“Oh shit, I’m fucking cumming, I’m cumming fuck.” Eddie’s thighs tremble as his cock twitches in your hand and you feel his balls tighten against your tongue. You don’t stop until you feel him start to practically go limp under you. You pull off of him, resting your cheek on his thigh as you gaze up at him.

“Shit Teddie, that was so fucking hot, you’re so hot. I wish I did that sooner.” You giggle as you nuzzle into his fuzzy leg.

“Psh! I was hot!? You practically just started a religion in my balls’ name and you’re calling me hot? You’re something else, sweetheart.” He chuckles as he cups your jaw, running his thumb along the apple of your cheek. “You know, ball jokes aside, I never thought I’d fall in love with you… but I’m really fucking glad I did.”

#Dolly’s 1.6k celebration #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader

[ensaz008]

I want you, no i need you

THIS PIC GOT ME ON CHOKEHOLD- LIKE PLEASE I MIGHT SOUND CRAZY BUT PLEASE PLEASE CHOKE ME WITH THOSE HANDSSSSS... HEHHEHE 18+ CONTENT AHEADD!!!!

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Jungwon was feeling extra horny after coming back home from practice, other than being tired and sweaty he is so so needy for u.

he sees u writing an essay on the bed, u were about to greet him but he stopped you, saying hes going to shower first. (slayed)

Jungwon comes out the shower with semi-dry hair, him in a white towel wrapped around his torso exposing his v-line, lets just say he looked extremely fuckable rn.. But u controlled yourself and stayed focused with your essay since it was due tonight.

Jungwon was also controlling himself, still in that tempting look, sitting next to massaging ur shoulders and more. U soon realize his hips rubbing against your back, u were already needy enough but.. he made u even needier.. Now u knew u werent the only needy one. His massages felt so good a let out sighs of releif, but soon u felt something hard poke ur back, u tried hard to ignore it. But at the end u close ur laptop facing jungwon, "my jungwonie is sooo needy hm?'' u say cupping his cheeks as he nodded pouting, "baby i want you.." jungwon said in a breathy tone while grazing his fingertips across ur arm as he looked into ur eyes full of desire. In less than a second he leaned in kissing you deeply, sighing as he kissed u feeling so relieved as he felt stressed, its like all of the stress in him is slowly fading away. He slowly held ur waist gently caressing it, using this moment to pin u down on the bed. his arms caging your body as he kissed u with full of desire and impatience. his lips went down to ur neck as he gave light wet kisses, his hands worked fast to undress u. His hands reached your core giving clit soft massages before he got on his knees pulling ur legs as u gasped feeling his nose graze against ur clit. Before u even know his tongue was lapping in and out of ur wet hole as his moans sent vibrations thru ur body giving u pleasuring sensations all over. He then inserted a finger inside as his tongue played with ur clit as he fingers ur pussy in a fast pace making u so close to ur orgasm. "Wonnie- m' so close i-" Before u could finish ur sentence ur core was empty making u groan in annoyance. He pushed u back up on the bed as he pinned u again, slowly aligning his length against ur core. "Wanna be in you when u cum love, want u so bad. I need u so bad" He whispered as he easily slid in due to ur wetness. it fit so perfecting ur gummy walls wrapping around his length perfectly. He thrusted inside so gracefully u threw ur head back. U were blabbing nonsense, he fucked u too good u lost ur ability to even speak "fuck..." "s' gooods mm" "ye sownnie righjt tere~" "pleas eodnt stiop wonnie, feels ypp good so fucking gooooodfhmm" His thrusts were sloppy, deep and fast. The sound of your moans, his grunts whimpers and the sound of wet skin slapping against eachother filled the whole room. Soon u got very close to ur climax "close- so sjo so close baby~" U moaned as he fixed his posture lifting ur waist so u were arching ur back making his tip pierce thru ur cervix reaching extremely deep spots and before u knew it u were cumming all over his cock. His thrusts didn't stop riding out ur orgasm as his hand rubbed ur clit "does my princess like this?" "f-fuck u feel so fucking good" "s' fucking good.. ur perfect.." He grunted and whimpered showing he was close. u saw stars as u felt another orgasm. soon he pulled out whimpering as he got on top of u fisting his own cock cumming all over ur mouth, an ofcourse. you swallowed it all. After that he collapsed next to u panting as he caressed ur hair looking into u lovingly "been wanting to do that.. missed u so much.." "missed u too, i love you" "i love you too."

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#enhypen hard hours #enha smut #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen #jungwon imagines #enhypen jungwon #jungwon hard thoughts #jungwon hard hours #jungwon x reader #jungwon smut #jungwon scenarios #onmykneesforyjw

[pinkishpearls]

soaked.

a jude bellingham fic

based of the song: soaked, by shy smith.

singer reader | smut | p in v | riding | sub!jude x dom!reader | sex recording ( just the audio, you’ll see why :P )

i wanna get soaked

like…

real soaked.

your hips swayed to the music and the melody of your voice. your hair flung in all directions, exposing your face to the spotlight which accentuated you clear, glistening skin. you looked beautiful to jude, your revealing, but sexy clothes making his eyes stick onto you. they never left you, examining every seductive pose and dance move you pulled left, right and centre. he cheered and so did the whole crowd, smiles appearing on every guest’s faces as you danced the night away. “holy shit.” jude breathed to himself, your hip movements, twerking and overall show pushing him over the edge. as soon as you stepped onto the stage, a tent had rocked up in his boxers, but he walked into the arena knowing you would have that affect on him. “i don’t really care what they think of me-“ your voice echoed through the arena, earning a loud, roaring cheer from everyone. “i just came here to get nasty!” people swayed along and you caught onto a few people who had tears in their eyes, presumably from being overwhelmed or overly happy. “baby, with you.” your voice goes perfectly with the melody, your singing euphoric to people. you bring your hand up to that lyric, pointing to jude to beckon that those words were for him. in all honesty, you stood in that studio, sung into the mic and produced the whole song for jude.

all of the nasty lyrics?

for jude.

“thank you everybody!” you smile once again as you make your way off the stage, your breathing still erratic and your body still washed over with adrenaline. “baby!” jude was allowed backstage, so as soon as you had finished your show, he had ran there as quick as he could. “hi, baby!” you say, your voice still shaky. without any words, jude engulfs you in a warm, tight kiss, hopefully a way of telling you, you did good. “baby, such a sudden kiss? everything alright?” you ask concerned, seeming as such a big kiss should not be committed in a public area. he pulls you ever so close to him, and his boner sprung out even more as it had finally made contact with your skin. “hey! judeeee!” your elongated words make him giggle, “you got me pent up, sweetheart.” he breathes into your neck, and you earn a harsh, sensual kiss under your earlobe. “juuuude.” you playfully groan, “please, baby. need you bad.” he whined, his eyes growing wide with anticipation.

“oh- fuck!” you both moan in unison as you fully sink down onto jude’s length. he was big, and feeling him fill you up made your eyes roll to the back of your head. your arms wrap loosley around jude’s neck for support, and his shaky hands grope your ass to help you. he was propped sitting on the toilet seat, not the most convenient place to have sex, but you were both so needy, in a hole would’ve made the cut. “baby- oh…baby!” your voice is shaky as you bob up and down, creating slick, moist sounds as his pre-cum leaking shaft slides in and out of your dripping wet pussy. your skin slaps against his, creating the most lewd, slutty moans to fall out of you and jude’s lips. “my performance had such a toll on you, huh, jude?” you breathe out, the air between and around you thickening and becoming more warmer. he smiles to himself, beckoning he was saying yes to your statement. “oh…y/n!” jude moans, his head falling back and his mouth falling agape. he never stopped moaning your name, his words sliding across the bathroom’s tile walls.

“oh…y/n!”

that had a big effect on you.

“oh…y/n!”

it was sexy, almost like…like a…

“oh…y/n!”

like a….

“oh…y/n!”

“producer tag!” you gasp, and jude looks up at you confused, his eyebrows knitted. “is this a new name for me…or?” jude asks. unbeknownst to him, his moans would’ve made a great producer tag, one that would’ve made the fans go crazy, one that would’ve made the space between your legs wet. “your moans, a perfect producer tag.” you smile, and a sheepish grin appears on jude’s face, too. “oh i don’t know…actually you know what?”

“fuck it.”

you go faster, your thighs slapping against jude’s skin at now an accelerating speed. your phone was now propped against the sink, recording the precious audio, which was your future producer tag. you allow jude to moan freely, and he certainly does. his head falls back naturally, and lewd whimpers and groans fall out of his mouth, as if they were trapped in his throat.

the more you rode and he got ridden he got louder, “oh…y/n!” jude cries out, his legs shaking vigorously as white ropes of cum shoot out of him, coating your walls in his hot liquid. “good boy, jude.” you breathe out, your own orgasm washing over you in a matter of seconds as jude’s fucked out face sent you over the edge.

“this is going into the studio, like- right away!”

#jude bellingham #smut #fic #tyla #soaked

[mcondance]

bubble pop electric ｡𖦹° spencer reid

18+ backseat sex duhhhh, afab!reader but no terms like ‘girl,’ just female anatomy, spencer’s fingers make an appearance again wowww, reader is in his lap, 1 direct hozier quote sue me, i’m still working on my writing style which isn’t important i just wanted to note that. you can listen to bubble pop electric by gwen stefani if you wanna feel the vibes, a bit unfinished i guess but i didn’t know where else to take it

tonight i’m gonna give you all my love in the backseat

the shuffling of clothes is almost the loudest thing in the car, only beat out by you and spencer’s heavy breathing and pounding hearts.

your whines and moans slip straight into his mouth— the two of you seem to have forgotten what it even means to separate from the other. you give him perfect notes like he’s playing you from the inside out. your kisses are all sloppy, unfocused and focused at the same time, spit-swapping between the two of you, his groans vibrating in his chest and into your mouth.

he curls his fingers up to kiss that spot inside you so deliberately your mind blanks, and you’re conflicted on what to focus on. his lips, or his fingers, or his sounds, or all of it at once.

yeah, all of it at once sounds great.

“you’re so pretty,” he confesses after one kiss and before another. he pauses for a second, to look. you’re so beautiful above him. the white light of the street lamps shines in through the car windows and illuminates your skin. you glow obscenely beautifully, so beautiful his brown eyes get glossy in awe.

he kisses you again, and you kiss him back like you’re begging for it. you’re always begging for it, always wanting to be wrapped up in his lips and sliding your tongue against his all messy.

you think you know insanity, that you’re as fucked as you can be right now, but that’s until through one loud pass and another you pick up the sound of the slipping and sliding of his fingers. your cunt sings out into the car and he breaks the kiss to shoot his eyes down between your legs, watching wide-eyed the lewd display you two have created.

how lewd it is.

he breathes raggedly, all keyed up. he can feel his blood boiling hot with how turned on he is.

it doesn’t take long for him to slip his fingers out of you and for the both of you to fumble with your buttons and clothes and zippers.

spencer’s nothing if not disgusting— he can’t help but rub his cock through your wetness, pupils dilating even bigger as he watches you cover him in sticky slick. its heavenly and horribly filthy all at the same time, how he taps it against your clit, softly, huffing out a laugh when you jump a little above him. the whine that leaks out of your throat at met with a hum of his own, a little sound of admiration.

spencer laughs when he sinks in. your whine is so melodic he finally tears his eyes from your cunt to your face, and god, he’s so fucking glad he did. your eyebrows are turned down, nose scrunched and lips pressed together. your eyes, hazy as they lock with his.

looking up at you is how he wants to fuck you always (at least, until he fucks you another way, it always changes). his hands find your waist and they dig in a little, slowly guiding you on his cock.

fuck.

a groan from spencer’s slack lips is what breaks the hanging silence in the car. the hypnosis that grips you both is shattered and his honest sound makes the heart between your legs pound and jump and you bring hips down on him just a little harder.

“oh my god,” he moans into your chest, his cheek rubbing against your shirt. “shit.” he’s rarely ever reduced to expletives to express himself, but when his hands are digging into your waist and you’re grinding on his lap like sin, he can’t find anything else to say.

you run your hands through the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him, desperately, closer. lines have faded and been crossed and fucking in the backseat of a car shouldn’t feel this soft, but it does. your soft whines and moans and his earnest groans smooth out the rough edges of the circumstance, and leave sweetness in their wake. but its still lewd. it’s still sensual. he’s still fucking up into you, the sound of you two rubbing against each other still swirls in the car, he’s still cursing against your chest.

exhilaration flows through you. you and spencer never take anything too serious, especially with each other, and to be pulled over in his backseat, fogging up the windows and probably making the car shake, is what you and spencer do. it’s on-brand; of course you’d get so turned on you’d have no choice but to take it to the backseat.

it’s not like it’s the first time it’s happened, though. and it’ll happen again.

#— 🎠 #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x black reader #spencer reid x black!reader

[wreckedandpolemic]

58 & 61 for white and gold matty when u get a chance, my beautiful friend !!!

- molly 🤍🤍🤍

(ilysm)

felt like a kiss - matty healy

(mdni) in which matty finds a new punishment for you. part of the white and gold universe. 2291 words.

warnings: daddy kink (duh), heavy degradation, mean mean dom!matty, impact play (belt), overstimulation, mild cumplay

Logically, you know that the situation you’re in right now is entirely your own fault. Nothing good ever comes out of teasing Matty, especially not when he’s already tightly-wound and ready to snap at any second. But he makes it so fun. It’s like a game to you, seeing how much you can make his jaw clench and his nostrils flare, his every movement a threat. That, and you fucking begged him to be meaner to you, stomach twisting in anticipation as anger radiates off him.

Matty doesn’t even kiss you when you get home, just grabs your jaw punishingly and forces your eyes to meet his. “Filthy slut,” he spits. “Should fuckin’ slap you for the way you behaved today.” Excitement tangles with fear under your skin. “Take your fucking clothes off, get on the bed and wait. Got it? Or are you too dumb for a simple fucking instruction?”

You pout. “No, Daddy. M’not dumb,” you say sulkily, folding your arms and scowling.

His dark laugh makes you shiver, catching some misstep you don’t even know you’ve made. “Not dumb, huh? So you chose not to fuckin’ listen to me today?” He clicks his tongue. “Oh, baby. You really wanna let yourself in for it, huh?” Your breath hitches. “Go on, on the bed and wait. Daddy’s gotta decide what to do with his dirty little slut, yeah?”

It’s phrased like a question, but the way he’s breathing hard against your mouth and glowering down at you has your knees melting into jelly. “Yes, Daddy,” you murmur, stumbling slightly when Matty shoves you away from him. A flare of sick arousal sparks to life in your gut.

The waiting is part of the torture, and you know it, wet and restless as you toss and turn on your sheets. But you have no idea how long Matty’s gonna leave you unsupervised, and you can’t help yourself as you slide a hand between your legs, arousal dripping over your fingers. You bite hard on your lower lip to swallow your moans, circling your clit and picturing Matty’s hands in place of yours. Grasping at your tit, you rock your hips up against your hand, illicit pleasure creeping in your veins.

Two fingers dip into your cunt, your legs widening and back arching as a silent gasp escapes your lips. You slide the fingers of your free hand into your mouth, keeping yourself silent as you fuck yourself, cunt pulsing with need. Quickly, you realise your fingers aren’t enough, reaching into one of your drawers for a vibrator. A burst of pleasure scatters under your skin as you press it to your clit, your eyes fluttering closed and your thighs tensing.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Matty’s voice cuts through the haze of pleasure clouding your mind, and your eyes snap open. You must look as panicked as you feel, heart hammering, because he smirks down at you. “Did I give you permission to do that?” You shake your head. “Didn’t think so. My little whore’s just begging to get punished, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you moan, desire pulsing hard in your chest with every thud of your heart. “Been a bad girl, Daddy.” You press the vibrator insistently against your swollen nerves, moaning quietly. “Gotta punish me ‘til I’m good again.”

Matty groans, unbuckling his belt and loosening his tie, but he doesn’t undress further. He covers your hand with his and pulls the vibrator away, letting drop onto the mattress as you whine at the loss. “Don’t be fuckin’ pathetic, princess.” The nickname drips with condescension as he speaks. “Naughty girls don’t get to feel good. Now get up and bend over, okay?”

With your heart racing, you obey, slick coating your thighs as you widen your legs and brace your elbows on the bed. Nerves twist in your gut. “Daddy, I—”

“Shh, darling, it’s okay. Daddy knows what brats like you need, yeah? Can you take it if I hit you with my belt, princess?”

Fuck. You feel a gush of arousal drip from your cunt, moaning into the sheets. “Yes, Daddy. Promise I can.”

Matty pinches the flesh of your ass, the brief stab of pain spiralling sweetly through you. “God, you are such a fucking whore,” he groans like it’s a complaint, but you can hear the appreciation in his tone. “It’s not a punishment if you like it, princess.” He picks up your vibrator and retrieves a length of ribbon you usually use to tie up your hair. “Gonna keep this on you, and if you cum, s’gonna be worse for you. That okay?”

“Mhmm. Yeah. Won’t cum, promise,” you say dizzily, sinking into submission like a stone dropped in honey.

“Good little slut,” Matty coos, your entire body shuddering when he ties the vibrator against your leg, sparks shooting through you as it meets your clit. “You ready?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you moan, your muscles tight with anticipation as you hear Matty slide his belt into his palm. Without your permission, your hips shift down against the vibrator, chasing the steady pulse of ecstasy curling in your belly. Leather cracks against the flesh of your ass, a sound that’s half scream, half moan ripping from your chest as pain unlike anything you’ve ever felt bunches tight in your muscles.

Your skin feels like it’s on fire, breath stolen from your lungs to feed the flames. The vibrator is sickly insistent against your clit, legs trembling as you struggle to hold yourself up. “God, look at you,” Matty says scornfully. “Fuckin’ dripping all over yourself from getting spanked with my belt. Shit, can’t believe I found such a perfect girl to ruin. M’so lucky, baby,” he croons, the praise perfectly soothing over the sting of cruelty.

Whimpering, you arch your back in a silent plea. Matty swipes you with the belt again, the snap of leather against skin obscenely loud in the still quiet of your room. Stinging pain blooms under your skin, an agonising throb that falls straight to your swollen, dripping cunt. You can feel the telltale tugging low in your belly, delirious with pleasure as your orgasm starts to build in every corner of your body. The third strike has tears pooling in your eyes as you fight not to cum, squirming in an attempt to knock the toy loose and away from you.

By the fourth, tears are flowing freely and the flesh of your ass is flaming, and you know you’ll be coated in pretty, purpling bruises by the morning. “You okay, princess? What’s your colour?”

“M’green, Daddy. Soo green. Feel like m’floating,” you say dreamily, hiccuping through your tears as Matty presses a flat palm against your screaming skin.

You scream when he hits you again, openly sobbing into the sheets and writhing desperately. Your nerves are alive with sensation, his hands a match and your pleasure an accelerant, setting a wildfire raging in your chest. “Cry all you want… I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this,” Matty says, cruel as the flames leap higher.

You’re dizzy, vision blurred and limbs shaking, ecstasy so hot in your belly that you’re sure you must be glowing with it. “Fuck, m’gonna cum, Daddy, oh my God!” you gasp, trembling as your arms give out and your wet face presses into the sheets.

“Hold it,” Matty orders. The pit in your stomach only grows as you buck against the confines of his impossible request. “If you cum, you’re not getting my cock, okay? I don’t fuck greedy little whores who can’t do as they’re told.”

Truly, that sounds like a worse punishment than the spanking, a helpless moan of protest escaping you as you writhe against the heat rolling through your blood. “Daddy, I can’t— I’m gonna— oh, fuck,” you cry, your orgasm ripping savagely through your body. Pleasure burns near-painfully through you, a whining scream clawing its way out of your throat. Your body crumbles, burns to ash, reforges in pure ecstasy; your mind is wiped clean as tears and drool pool below you on the mattress.

Disoriented as you come to, you moan incoherently and try to squirm away from the vibrator. “You with me, princess?”

“Daddy, it hurts,” you whine.

“Darling, do you need to safeword? It’s okay if you do, m’not gonna be mad, promise,” Matty says carefully.

You shake your head. “M’okay. Like when it hurts,” you confess, muttered through Egyptian cotton, but Matty hears you just fine, smacking your thigh with an open palm.

“Christ, but you’re a filthy fucking whore. Good girls don’t cum without permission, yeah?” You hear his zipper lowering and squirm, crying out when he slaps your thigh again. “Don’t be greedy. Told you I wasn’t gonna fuck you already.” His calloused fingers swipe through your soaked cunt, coating them in your slick, and you hear the familiar groan as he wraps his hand around his cock.

You’re practically numb, barely feeling the vibrator still on your clit as the last dregs of your awareness drift towards Matty. “Wanna watch,” you pout, frankly unsure how your legs are still supporting your weight at this point.

“I don’t give a fuck what you want,” Matty says, almost conversational. “You didn’t care what I wanted when I asked you to stop being a fuckin’ slut in public, did you? I wanna see your pretty ass all bruised and covered in my cum, so be a good girl and hold still, okay?”

Shuddering, you murmur an affirmative. “Can I— Can I just get on the bed properly, Daddy? Promise I’ll stay on my knees for you, s’just that my legs are hurting.”

“Yeah, go on, baby. M’not gonna hit you anymore, get comfy, okay?”

Relief floods your body and you struggle into the bed, soft cotton glorious under your knees as your aching muscles sag and relax. The movement shifts the vibrator away from your clit, and you bite your tongue to stop yourself from crying out gratefully. “Thank you, Daddy,” you mumble, syrup in your veins as Matty moans above you. You close your eyes, soaking in the lewd sound of him pleasuring himself.

“So fuckin’ pretty, baby. My pretty girl. Look so gorgeous like this, all bruised up for me. God, I love your sweet little ass,” Matty praises, still pumping his cock as you imagine him vividly. It doesn’t take long before he’s cumming with a groan, painting white over your red, tender skin. “Shit, looks so gorgeous, my darling. Made you all mine.”

“Was already all yours,” you say instinctively, twisting your neck to look up at him. “Can I see?”

Matty smirks. “Yeah, darling, hold on.” You hear the shutter sound of his camera as you slowly slump until you’re lying prone, bone-deep exhausted.

The picture is obscene, ropes of cum dripping over angry, crimson skin, your cunt sopping. “I look pretty,” you murmur. “Are you gonna get off looking at that, Daddy?”

“God, every fuckin’ chance I get, princess.” Even though you know he gets himself off thinking about you, the reminder that you’re the star of his fantasies always turns you on beyond belief. “My perfect girl. Did so well, darling, took it so fucking well. Couldn’t ask for a better, sweeter, more gorgeous girl to ruin like this.” You glow at the praise, finding yourself unable to move even an inch without your muscles screaming in protest.

Somehow, Matty senses that without having to be told, carefully lifting you onto the pillows, avoiding your sore skin. “Love you,” you mumble.

“I fucking adore you, my girl. I love you so fucking much. Are you feeling alright? That was a rough one.”

You giggle. “That’s one word for it,” you say, making grabby hands at Matty until he lays next to you, the comforting heat of him soaking into your skin. “M’okay. Hurts, though. Want the princess treatment ‘til I’m healed.”

Huffing a laugh, Matty combs his fingers gently through your tangled hair. “Of course, princess. Nothing less. Do you need anything?”

“Some water would be nice. Then cuddles. M’sleepy.” You whine when Matty gets up, the loss of him like a physical sting. Your lower lip trembles in the brief minutes you’re alone, slowly sinking into the familiar guilt that comes after nights like these.

“Oh, darling,” Matty murmurs, finding you sniffling quietly into your pillow. “It’s okay, m’here. Not goin’ anywhere, promise.” He sets a glass of water thankfully within reach on your nightstand, crooning soothingly down at you. “Just gotta get you cleaned up, okay?” Nodding warily, you close your eyes as he runs a cool cloth over your ass. “I know, princess, I know it hurts,” he coos when you whimper softly, stinging pain shooting up your spine. “I’m sorry, darling. Just a little more, being such a good girl. My sweet girl. There, all done.” He runs his hand over the loose, liquidy muscles of your back. “You comfy, princess?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, voice thick with sleep.

Matty slides a pillow under your hips, and the shift in angle lets you rest more comfortably against the pillows, eyelids drooping as you gaze adoringly at him. “Can’t fall asleep on me yet, angel. Gotta make sure you’re feeling good first.”

He doesn’t let you go to sleep until you’ve talked through the whole night, kissing you reverently and murmuring reassurances exactly when you need them. You sleep through the whole morning, awoken by the smell of coffee and a soft kiss to your forehead. “Hi,” you grin, staring up into the face of the love of your life, and despite the ache in your muscles and the bruising on your ass screaming out in protest, you can’t think of a time you’ve been happier.

#molly!!! i love u!!!! #i hope u enjoy mwah #jesus this is filthy like this may be the most depraved thing i’ve written #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #matty healy imagine #the 1975 smut #the 1975 fanfic #smut prompt fills #writing #smut #requests

[jaeminify]

behind closed doors — mark lee.

description ☆ short blurb/oneshot of mark cause... the brain rot goes crazy and i just wanted to write something quick but hot (i hope) happy readings!! im definitely working on more projects but just haven't gotten the time to get to them/continue them yet :)

warning(s) ☆ dom!mark, dirty talk, members outside of the room while you want to have quickie; nothing too major as it's a short blurb !!

not one of my best works as it's pretty rushed. feedback/reblogs are appreciated ♡

"Y/N wait, wait— shit, okay wait hold on please."

Mark can't seem to help himself think straight, especially not when you're on your knees in between his legs while he's sat at his desk, laptop switched on to finally do his work in peace. At least, that was his plan until he saw you laying in his bed.

"You don't want this?" You pout, tilting your head up to look at Mark, knowing you look incredibly deadly in his eyes that he can't say no.

You have on a simple tank top, it's silk, if that detail even mattered, which it did to Mark.

You were wearing the nightgown set Mark had bought for you last Christmas in hopes to be lucky enough to see you in it (he has, twice— now three times). It's become a lucky charm to both you and Mark, but maybe more for you because you know when to wear it so you can seduce Mark.

"Fuck..." Mark can't help but run his hand through your hair, pushing back your baby strands and almost gripping the rest of your hair strongly in a makeshift ponytail.

"How can I say no to you?" He says under his breath, spreading his legs wider apart when you start to crawl closer to him.

"We can't, baby." Mark says, trying to strongly deny your advances towards him even when his eyes have become hooded that it's enough to know that he was undressing you with his eyes.

"Why not?" You whine, tracing your hands up to where his crotch is, still confined in his jeans, evident that he had just came home and was eager to start his work.

"My roommates are outside, Y/N." Mark hisses. His actions contradict his words when you feel his hands push you closer to where he wants you, nearer to his cock no doubt.

"Know you want my cock but I don't want anyone to hear how loud you are when I fuck you."

"You wanna fuck me?" You stand on your knees, inching your lips closer to Mark's plumped ones as you rest your elbows comfortably on his thigh. You enjoy the way his hands play with the strap of your slip-on, almost going crazy when you feel his fingers trace your bare skin.

Mark leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, "After I'm done tasting you I'm gonna want to feel you sweet cheeks." Mark runs his finger under your chin, "I'm not gonna let you off so easy baby."

Suddenly Mark leans back in his chair and unzips his jeans, sitting there as if he ruled the world and held control over every single person at the tip of his fingers.

He notices the dazed look you give him, making him tilt his head as his tongue peaks out to lick at his bottom lip.

"Thought you wanted to suck me off?" He says dangerously low.

He smirks when you start to blush, a familiar pink tint on your cheeks that Mark has gotten used to seeing after months of seeing you.

He cups your jaw with his hand, one of his fingers slip into your mouth to play with your tongue.

"Let's finish what you started princess. I'm not letting you out of this room until our clothes are off and the sheets are wet."

#mark lee smut #mark lee oneshot #mark lee blurb #mark smut #nct dream smut #mark nct smut #mark imagines #nct dream imagines #mark lee imagines #mark lee scenarios #mark lee hard hours #mark hard hours

[nyctoaerah]

MY GORGEOUS QUEEN, CAN WE PLEASE GET A SNEAKPEEK ON YOUR PROCESS ON REMINISCENT if you have a draft already?🥺🥺🥺🥺 I AM SO DESPERATE RN

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⋆♱⋆REMINISCENT

SYPNOSIS: ⋆♱⋆Satoru loves Suguru deeply and he misses the latter so much, so how could he let go off you? How could he let a pretty little thing like you slip through his fingers when you’re literally just like suguru?

WARNINGS: Yandere Behavior (Duh) Abuse, blood, coercion, non-con kiss, Satoru himself is already a warning, Satoru has Capgras delusion disorder.

PAIRINGS: Yandere! Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader + Implied Satosugu

PART ONE

“C’mon open up... Suguru..”

He says, getting agitated with your attitude.

Pain shot through your jaw like lightning as satoru pried it open with force, his thick fingers stretching the hinges past their limit.

Reflexively, you clamped down with all your might, grinding your teeth against his calloused flesh. But still he persisted, widening the divide between until you feared your face may rip in two.

Through blurred tears you saw his nails sink deep into your tender gums, and the metallic taste of blood began to fill your stretching cavity. 

You felt violated and utterly helpless.

“S-satoru! S-stop p-please—”

A strangled cry barely escaped your constricted throat as you thrashed around wildly on the binds that he had used on you.

His fingers withdrew slowly from between your lips, coated heavily with your glistening saliva and you coughed wildly, mouth feeling like it was set on fire.

He hummed low in appreciation, murmuring almost to himself “Hmm...your mouth is wide enough, to fit it in, I think...” before leaning in to press a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. 

You whimpered softly, tears flowing freely down your cheeks as a pained cry built in your throat, stifled only by the invasion of his tongue thrusting past your teeth. Powerless to resist, your body felt weak and limp.

Questions corroded your mind as he continued his one-sided make out session with you. What the fuck did you do to earn such “affection”?

Why did everything have to go south? What did you do to deserve this?

You were there for him when he was at his lowest, why is he treating you like this?

It hurts so much, the way he’s calling you suguru, the way that he keeps on saying that you’re suguru in disguise.. it was all disgusting.

He seemed so obsessed with the man and forgot that you’re his girlfriend and not his bestfriend.

He finally withdrew from the kiss and you could’ve been more glad, you looked up at him with teary eyes and his face was a bit flushed, lust obvious in his eyes.

“so good... mm you always taste so good, love...”

He then placed two of his fingers on your chesks and you barely recognized the feeling until a dull throb radiated from your cheek.

“Such soft skin... So pretty... Feels like i wanna carve my name in them...”

You tried to recoil from his touch, but his fingers held firm, grinding  into the soft skin.

A hum escaped his lips as his pupil dilates slightly as he watched your blood flow over his fingertips and trickle down your jawline.

Satoru grins the moment he sees you bleed.

“See? You bleed just like him, my god, you really are suguru’s incarnate... Such a pretty little thing..”

He cooed, leaning in so you felt his hot breath ghost over the wound. 

He was so fucking delusional that it's scary.

You sobbed.

What did you even do to receive this kind of treatment?

What did you ever do to him?

Were you a bad girlfriend?

Didn't you make him feel loved?

Did you—

Your eyes dilated perceptibly as a strange sensation registered upon your lip, eliciting an involuntary mewl of fear and confusion from somewhere deep within your constricted throat. Satoru was prodding—a black colored sphere with orange smudges on your mouth . 

“You can consume this too, right baby? Your mouth is wide enough to swallow it after all ”

You froze and all you could do is watch as he practically pries your mouth open and forces you to swallow the orb.

His obsession stole the man you knew.

And he did all of this, just because you were reminiscent of suguru.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.♡

© 𝐍𝐲𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡 || 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐜𝐬 𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭...

#ᯓ★Aerah’s works! #ᯓ★Y!Satoru Gojo; Reminiscent #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #yandere jjk #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere gojo #yandere satoru gojo #yandere satosugu #satosugu #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk satoru #satorugojo #yandere satoru x reader #yandere gojo x reader

[priscillabunny]

nate wanted to please bunny!reader. it was an undying urge. something he’d been deadset on getting right. he knew she’d been spoiled in the past, and it was something he had no trouble with rising to — but it was bigger than that. he wanted to know how to please her emotionally, physically, have her so fulfilled she’d never wanna look at anyone else in her lifetime.

you enjoyed whenever he took charge, and that was something he’d noticed about you from the start. it wasn’t something he’d expected from someone who’d been treated like a princess her entire life — the sweet doe eyes you’d give him when you’d ask for permission over something small, or the way you’d preen into his touch when he’d hold your hips and guide you through a crowd was something he took mental note of to keep you happy.

it was the small things at first. catching you swinging your legs sat on his kitchen counter eating one of the cupcakes he’d ordered you to taste test as a favour for an upcoming event at chucks hotel. you slide your manicured finger through the white icing and suck it off, a sight that made him smirk, slacks feeling just that little bit tighter.

“so i think it’s safe to say the cupcakes are a hit?” he greets you, fixing the collar on his shirt as he steps closer. your thoughtful glossy pout stretches into a grin as you watch him approach, nodding and stretching your leg out to wrap an ankle around him and pull him closer. his smile doesn’t budge when he dips his own finger into the icing and brings it to your lips, letting you suck it off. you hum, fluttery eyelashes batting as you savour more than just the sweet treat, licking his skin and taking his wrist in both hands to hold you there. “mm. you’re gonna make me late to work babe.” he tsks, shaking his head in faux disapproval as your gaze flutters up to him guilty.

“please nate, can you be a little late?” you mewl, hips wriggling on the counter. it never took much to rile you up and he loved that. finger sucking — also noted.

“unfortunately not. i wish, though.” he complains, shaking his head. he takes a moment to look at you, hands sliding down to your cheeks as he simply holds you in the moment. “be a good girl for me today.”

he’s not sure why he said it, and honestly he was half expecting you to giggle — but you got this look in your eye once the gentle demand had left his lips. hazy and dumb, yet eager to please. he doesn’t miss the way you clamp your thighs together, nodding, which encourages him to take the path he did. “okay?” this time he waits for an answer.

“okay, nate.” you yield, and he smiles proudly.

“thats what i like to hear.”

you’d waited for him all day, and without even a text between the two of you — you both seemed to feel the sexual tension that lasted his entire work day. its only later when it gets resolved, nate gets back to investigating your needs.

he’s hovering over you on the bed, licking and kissing at the corner of your parted mouth whilst you moan, his long fingers hitting all the spots inside you as your spread legs tremble.

“n—nate!” it feels like a strain to say, like you don’t truly want to same his name, searching for something more affectionate.

“i know. just wanna make you feel good, beautiful. sound so pretty when you cum.” he coo’s in that velvety, deep, warm voice. the voice that makes you clench around him harder.

“d—ugh, mmm—”

“i’m gonna go out on a limb here and say there’s something else you wanna call me. am i right?” he addresses the glittery pink elephant in the room and your sticky eyes open, blinking in a daze trying to concentrate on his words. squeaking, you nod— lip wobbling like you’re on the verge of tears. he tilts his head kissing below your ear as his thumb joins the mix down below to stroke your clit. “is it daddy? do you wanna call me daddy, sweetheart?”

you don’t wait for permission this time, choking out a devastated “yes, daddy.” as your hips jerk up against his hand.

“ohhhhh, there you go. that’s my good girl using her words. should be proud of yourself.” you can hear the smirk in his tone like he wants to laugh but you don’t care, his words are enough to get you off — and soon you’re crying out in ecstasy.

since the day it was addressed, all shyness about the topic was purged from your body. you didn’t care who heard you call your boyfriend daddy, too wide eyed and needy to address the surprise. he got used to it too, and honestly felt a little bit of sick pride about the whole thing. he liked the world to know he took care of his girl.

whether it was clinging to his arm as your heels totter along the sidewalk, pressing your cheek to him and groaning out a “can i please just borrow your credit card, daddy?” when you want something, only for him to roll his eyes and hand it over between his fingers saying something along the lines of “i shouldnt. but here.”

or padding into the room in the tiniest pyjamas when chuck and nate are in the living room, having a serious discussion over a whiskey. you’d pout, clasping your hands at the front. “daddy you need to come to bed, please…”

chuck loved it, atleast. huffing out his smirky chuckle and turning back to nate with a “and where on earth do you find a girl like that? dont leave her waiting, nathaniel.” before leaving him to handle you.

luckily, you were so sweet that it was hard to judge you. hell — even serena was inspired to write a blog post on her sex column detailing the ‘up and coming daddy kink — and how it’ll drive your man wild’ and blair could only slightly turn her nose up upon hearing the nickname. you didn’t care though. you loved nate, and you wanted the world to know.

#nate archibald prompt #bunny!reader #daddy!nate

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

HBCU CONFESSIONS.

Part Three

Valencia: You ready?

Erik: You wanna come down to my room? I’m almost finished, I just hopped out of the shower.

Valencia stood in front of a mirror propped up against her side of the dorm room. The idea of going to Erik’s room excited her. Biting down on her bottom lip, Valencia quickly typed a reply.

Valencia: Of course ☺️

She checked out her attire one last time. That yellow dress on her body was sure to have Erik’s attention. At least that’s what the blog said.

-Erik loves sundresses or anything showing off legs and hugging curves. Bonus points to bold colors that pop against brown skin ☺️

Valencia grabbed her black crossbody bag from her bed and she left her dorm room. She shut the door softly, waiting until a group of students talking closely together walked by. The RA dorm room was at the very end of the hall near the bathrooms. Valencia walked down the hall, keeping a lookout for anyone who would be spying on her. Not that anyone really gave a fuck. Rochelle was messing around with a few male students regularly.

Her footsteps came to a halt in front of his door. Valencia raised a fist and knocked with uncertainty. Valencia withdrew her hand and fiddled with her bag. She rocked back and forth on her heels, clicked her tongue, looked from one end of the hall to the other. The door opened and Erik peeked his head out, smirking at her. She could tell that he was trying to conceal himself. Was he—

“Come in.”

The door opened enough to let her in. Valencia’s eyes scanned the room first and then they landed on Erik. She had to close her mouth before she drooled down her chin. If there was a word to collectively describe how delicious he looked at the moment, Valencia would say it. His locs were flew against his forehead. His skin was glistening and moisturized. He was shirtless with a single gold cross chain hanging between his pecs. His jeans hung low on his hips teasing her.

“I…hello.”

Erik chuckles, “Let me grab a T-shirt and we can head out, okay?”

“Uh-huh…”

Erik turned to grab a folded white T-shirt from his bed. He didn’t take his eyes off of Valencia as he pulled the T-shirt over his head. She peeled her eyes away to look around the room. She had to calm herself down because it was getting heated. Her skin was flushed, body temperature increased, breathing rapid. She noticed a pair of gold boots haphazardly placed in a corner near his closet.

“You ready?”

Valencia’s cafe noir eyes fell on Erik. He was fully dressed now, holding a denim jacket in his hand.

“I figured we could go to this bomb ass diner I found about a week ago. Best milkshakes I ever had.”

“Is it Macky’s Diner?”

“It is,” Erik smirked at her, “Damn…”

“Wha—what?”

“You. That’s what.”

Erik moved closer, literally standing over her to the point where he had to crane his neck. Valencia’s eyelids fluttered and she looked up at Erik through her lashes. She dropped her eyes to his lips, then his neck.

“This color on you…”

Valencia blushed, “You like it?”

“It’s one of my favorites.” Erik gave her a lop-sided grin.

His hand reached down to twirl one of her braids around his finger. Valencia’s sharp intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed to Erik.

“You got some explaining to do, baby girl.” Erik said with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Oh,” Valencia giggles, “The picture…”

Erik tilted his head and looked at her.

“The one with your face down and ass up. Yeah, that picture.”

Valencia was shrinking beneath his gaze. A nervous feeling tickled her belly. She tried to come up either a remark in her head.

“No need to be all coy about it.” Erik laughs.

“I—I thought you might want to have something to look at when…when I’m not around. So you don’t forget about me.”

Her small voice, timid yet sexy eyes, and voluptuous lips had Erik in the strongest chokehold. He had the biggest crush on her in two days time.

“I couldn’t forget you even if I tried.”

Erik’s hand reached past Valencia and turned the doorknob. Her beautiful smile at his words warmed his heart. Valencia turned her back towards Erik and he used his hand to hold the door open so she could walk out. She stood back and watched Erik shut and lock his door before they walked down the hall side by side.

The lounge area was surprisingly empty. They took the elevators down and Erik walked ahead to hold the door for Valencia. He shocked her by gripping her dainty hand on his much larger one. She looked from their hands to his face and nibbled on the corner of her bottom lip to fight the urge to smile hard. Holding his hand made he blush uncontrollably.

They finally made it to Erik’s car. He released Valencia’s hand to open the door for her. She lowered herself into the seat, the smell of mahogany teakwood filling her nose. The leather seats were warm against the bag of her legs since his car was within a shaded area. It was clean inside minus a gym bag tossed in the backseat. She secured herself while Erik slipped into the drivers seat. When he turned on his car, the car vibrated with from the music Erik was listening to on max. The Scotts by Travis Scott ft. Kid Cudi filled the interior of the all black Hellcat Challenger. Even in low throttle, the supercharge whine was the best automotive sound Valencia ever heard. She felt like she was in a race car.

Erik turned his music down a little, laughing at the expression on Valencia’s face. One hand whipping, Erik sat his other hand on Valencia’s thigh. Die Young by Roddy Ricch was next on Erik’s playlist. She loved trap music. Her own playlist would probably shock Erik. He started stroking her thigh and Valencia had to distract herself with fixing her hair in the mirror so she wouldn’t shudder.

“We’re five minutes away.” Erik said.

_________

The walked into the diner hand-in-hand. They came in at the best time. The hostess led them to a booth seat right next to the window. Valencia sat across from Erik and two seconds later, their waiter, a stout, curvy black woman with cropped curls came over to their table.

“Hello. What can I get you to drink?”

Erik stroked his soul patch down to his goatee in deep thought.

“I’ll do a cookies and cream milkshake. No Cherry with extra Oreo.”

“Okay. And you?”

“Can I have the same please? And a water.”

“I’ll have a water as well.” Erik added.

“Alright. I’ll be back with your drinks.”

The waiter sauntered away. Valencia scanned the diner, avoiding Erik’s gaze because he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She placed a hand over her belly to calm the butterflies. She really needed to relax.

“Are you enjoying the date so far?” Erik questioned, breaking the ice.

Valencia finally looked at him. She gave him a warm smile.

“Yes. I’ve never been on a date before so…”

“Really?”

Erik furrowed his brows at her in disbelief.

“My ex before college never asked me. A guy I was talking to during my sophomore year stood me up. And Isaiah—that was a mistake. Pretty much no experience in what it would be like until now.”

Valencia shrank in her seat. She started overthinking again. Her inexperience probably turned him off. Once again, she was proven wrong.

“Here are your drinks…”

The waiter who Valencia recognized to be Pam from her name badge— she didn’t give them her name—sat their drinks down.

“Ready to order?” She clicked her pen.

Erik motioned for Valencia to go first. She was so distracted by Erik she hadn’t even looked the menu over. She opened her menu and skimmed.

“I’ll do a cheeseburger with french fries. Extra salt and pepper on the fries please.”

The waiter jotted that down and turned her eyes onto Erik.

“I’ll do the same but make it a double cheeseburger.”

Both of them handed their menus over. Pam walked away to put their orders in.

“To respond to what you said, they didn’t deserve you. I’m happy to be your first date though.”

Erik smirked at her causing his dimples to pop.

“…And don’t feel ashamed of your inexperience. Ever.”

“Thank you,” Valencia hunched her shoulders and blushed.

“You’re a swimmer? I noticed the bathing suit you had on beneath your shorts today had the school logo on it.”

“I do! I’m on the swim team. Swimming is a real passion of mine. I’m not looking to go pro or anything like that. I’m amongst a few family members of mine who can actually swim.”

Erik nodded his head, “I love to swim myself. Haven’t been in a while. I used to go night swimming in the pool at TSU. I was cool with the coach at the time. Now, since I’m a TA, I can just badge right in.”

“Hm,” Valencia drew in a slow breath, “What else do you like to do?”

Erik looked away and down at his hands on the table he smirked to himself.

“I really enjoy poetry. I used to write my own and recite it at Poetry Live. Most of my work is sexual. Anyone can talk dirty, but there’s an art to painting erotic images in another’s mind…”

Valencia didn’t know if there was even a kink to describe what Erik was explaining to her. If it is, she may have discovered a new kink of hers. She rested her chin into her hand and focused on him.

“…Whether it’s my warm voice whispering into someone’s ear, or amplified. Through words I can arouse a reader. I just think that’s powerful.”

Silence filled the space between them while they enjoyed their shake.

“Words may be primitive shapes, or puffs of spoken air, but a mind can transform them into a force of thrilling potency. It imbues them with a sexual power. Our mighty mental engines are voracious, they yearn for novelty, new instructions to drive the looms of our imagination to weave stunning new patterns…”

Valencia gawked at Erik.

“I can be very eloquent when I choose to be.”

“I can see that,” Valencia giggles.

The waiter returned with their food. Valencia’s eyes widened at the portions. She wasn’t going to finish all of that. Erik and her reached for the ketchup at the same time. They both laughed and then Erik passed her the ketchup first. Valencia ate her fries while thinking of something risky to do to tease Erik. She was taking advice from the blog earlier after sharing that she would be going on a lunch date.

-You should tease him some more. Maybe eat your food in a sexy way. Slow, make noises.

Valencia grabbed a fry and when Erik glanced over at her she bit down on her fry slowly, drawing it into her mouth with her tongue. Erik rolled his lips, his dimples deep in his cheeks.

“Mm, that is so good,” Valencia closed her eyes, “Mmm…I love French fries.”

“I can tell.” Erik laughs.

Valencia paused, a nervous chuckle escaping her mouth. She sat her fry down and rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment.

Remind me to never do that again, she thought.

“So, how long have you had a thing for me?”

Valencia darted her eyes across the table at Erik like she’d been caught. Erik laughed with all his teeth.

“What makes you think I have a thing for you?” Valencia quipped.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Erik spoke sarcastically, “The constant blushing. The way you can’t even look me in the eye.”

Valencia rolled her eyes. She looked away and back to her food.

“How long?”

“Months…”

She swirled a french fry in ketchup.

“I wish I would have known. I’m glad I do now.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m feeling you too. I’ve seen you around campus. I’ve peeped you out for a while now.”

“…what?”

Valencia gave Erik an incredulous look.

“Yeah. Might as well throw it out there. I didn’t wanna make it obvious because I saw you with Isaiah. I didn’t think you were available. Probably thought I was too old for you or some shit…”

Valencia could not believe it. Erik had been interested in her this entire time?

“Are you being serious?”

Erik chuckled.

“Erik?”

“Yeah, I’m serious. Why would you think that I wouldn’t? You’re gorgeous.”

Valencia turned her face away, giggling. She covered her mouth to contain her laughter. They went back to eating their food and the entire time, Erik would look over at her and Valencia would look up at him. Her foot brushed against Erik’s beneath the table and she held her breath when Erik did the same to her but intentionally. Valencia clenched her thighs together to calm the throbbing between her legs.

“I was thinking we could hit up this black-owned library before going back to campus. Is that cool?”

Valencia bobbed her head, I’m down.”

_________

Ding.

The bell to the alerted to their arrival. Valencia loved the smell of a library. It’s a combination of grassy notes with a tang of acids and a hint of vanilla over an underlying mustiness. A customer slipped past them after purchasing a book. The cashier looked up at them and gave them a welcoming smile.

“I’m Simone. Let me know if you need anything.”

Erik and Valencia thanked her. Everything was neatly placed and organized. Hand in Erik’s, he led her to the back of the library, and between two stacks beneath a low ambiance.

“This is where I find the best poetry.”

Erik released her hand and he walked up to the shelf to his left first. His thick, pointer finger moved from book-to-book. Valencia followed him, her eyes scanning the books. There was one sticking out from its spot so she paused, grabbling it from in between just so she could read the front cover.

“Verbal Stimulation: An Intimate Collection of Poetry. Sounds promising.” Valencia whispered.

Erik turned towards Valencia. He studied the front cover of the book.

“I’ve read this one…actually, I think I may have this…”

Valencia handed him the book. Erik opened it, turning the pages a few times before he found one that he really liked. Valencia leaned her shoulder against the shelf, veering closer to Erik. He cleared his throat and his voice took on a much lower timbre.

“i like my body when it is with your

body. It is so quite new a thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

i like your body. i like what it does,

i like its hows. i like to feel the spine

of your body and its bones,and the trembling

-firm-smooth ness and which i will

again…and again…and again

kiss, i like kissing this and that of you.”

Erik looked down at Valencia and a smile slowly crept up his lips.

“E.E. Cummings. He writes a lot of erotically charged love poetry celebrating self-love and the excitement of a love affair.” Erik informed Valencia.

“I liked that one.” She replied with a hushed tone and tempting eyes.

Erik placed the book back on the shelf and they continued down the aisle. His footsteps paused again when he’d noticed another book.

“This one is Pablo Neruda. One of his books…”

“Can you read to me again?” Valencia pleaded.

Erik gave her a once over with a smirk. He opened the book to the first poem.

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.”

The more he recited poetry to her, the more her panties grew wet. Erik noticed, and he inched closer to Valencia. She placed her back against the shelf and Erik loomed closer, his chest almost touching hers.

“Isaiah called you poet…”

Erik’s eyes danced over her face. Valencia’s eyelids fluttered.

“We have nicknames. Poet is one of my nicknames. My brothers know that I’m a man of words. They used to crack jokes until they realized that my words had an effect on women. They didn’t have much to say then.”

Valencia tucked her chin and quietly giggled.

“Well, I like the nickname,” Valencia looked up at Erik shyly, “Can I call you Poet?”

“If you want,” Erik licked his lips, “You can call me anything you want…”

Erik’s face drew closer to Valencia’s. She released a shaky breath. A tickle crept over her skin when he pressed his lips against her ear.

“I have another one I think you’ll like. It’s one of my favorites…”

“O—Okay,” Valencia shivered.

“Like one slutty little horny slave

listening to her master.. she behaves

he mind keeping hidden what she craves

one hard black dick her pussy loving raves…”

Valencia closed her eyes. Her hands came up to rest on Erik’s chest. She could feel his hands on her waist now. He drew circles with his fingertips, eliciting a whimper.

“I want to unleash on to you

Not out of love but because you know how to receive

Teeth digging into your fair fragile skin, rupturing

I feel hunger ever more

Your little wet mouth lingering in obedience yet I strike with punishment

Feeling your breath withdraw under the pressure of my hand wrapped around your throat…”

His hands leisurely smoothed up her waist until his hands were flush against her back. Valencia slowly opened her eyes and Erik was staring down at her through his gold-rimmed glasses. Her glossy, full lips parted slightly and her eyes focused on his mouth as he recited erotic poetry to her.

“The sight of her makes my mouth drool

So tempting, so irresistible

I take her in my arms

I lick my lips in anticipation

Pulling back the cover

I gaze at her pretty pussy

I can’t wait to taste your pretty pussy

The flavor of your arousal so deeply embedded on my appendage.”

Valencia’s chest heaved up and down, her breasts pushing against Erik’s chest. Now, they were playing into her size kink. The way he crowded her space with his much bigger and stronger body made her phat pussy quiver. Erik used one hand to stroke her chin with his thumb while the other now took its place on her ass.

“Did you like that?” He whispered.

“Yes…”

Erik dropped his onyx eyes down to her lips. His top lip twitched slightly with anticipation to taste her juicy mouth.

“You have the most beautiful lips…”

“So do you.”

Erik smirked at her and then he inched closer. Valencia titled her chin up and closed her eyes. The moment his plump lips graced her full lips, a spark ignited within her. Her arms came up to wrap around his shoulders. She stood on her tip toes in her sandals. Erik wrapped a single arm around her waist. Their heads tilted to the left, both of their plump bottom lips sinking into each other like wet cushions. Erik sucked her lower lip into his mouth and dragged his teeth over it before using his tongue to trace the inside of her lip.

Valencia moaned softly into his mouth. Her dress hiked up beneath her ass, almost exposing her black thong. Their lips made moist, smacking noises. Both tongues hot and wet. Erik’s other hand squeezed Valencia’s buns, so much that her pussy opened up. The cool air of the library against her heated pussy caused her to moan.

“Mmmm…”

It was a mixture of a whimper and a moan. The sexiest fucking sound Erik had ever heard. He broke their kiss and his eyes scanned her body.

“That pussy wet?”

She nodded her head with a pout of her lip.

“Tell me that pussy wet…”

He dragged his tongue over her tongue.

“Tell daddy that pussy wet, baby…”

“…Daddy…my pussy is so wet…”

Valencia’s face was hot. She’d never been talked to like that. Ever. She couldn’t even believe she said it. Erik’s hand sat up the under cuff of her left cheek and he made it jiggle. She pressed her face against his chest, her shyness something she was unable to control.

“Can I touch that wet pussy?” He whispered.

Valencia nodded her head again, unable to meet his gaze. Erik didn’t force her to say it this time, only because he was so anxious to see and feel that wet puss for himself. He hadn’t been this excited and aroused in a long time. Valencia turned her back towards Erik and poked her butt out against his crotch.

Erik looked both ways to make sure there wasn’t anyone lurking. He could hear voices so he needed to make this quick. Erik brought a hand around and between her legs. The temperature there made him groan against her hair. Valencia braced herself on the shelf in front of her. Erik started off by stroking her pussy lips up and down through her panties. There was a heated damp spot right in between as if her panties were sitting right in the middle of her phat lips.

Using his middle finger, eyes still looking around, Erik stroked from the top of her pussy, all the way to the back. He did it a few more times before he pinched her pussy lips between his fingers. Valencia’s forehead fell forward and she quietly moaned. Erik did it again. His dick was twitching. He flicked her lips with his fingers and in his mind he couldn’t believe how phat her pussy was.

“Damn, Valencia…”

Erik carefully slipped the crotch of her thong to the side. Valencia inhaled. They sat perfectly to the side and Erik didn’t waste time touching her. When the flesh of his fingers graced the flesh of her bald pussy, Erik exhaled a longing breath. He took his time stroking her outer lips. She had inner folds that poked out between her outer lips. Like a pretty flower. He was shocked when he’d noticed that she had a clit piercing.

“You got your clit pierced?” Erik whispered, his tone laced with shock and arousal.

Valencia chewed on her bottom lip.

“That’s not what I expected at all,” Erik chuckles.

“It’s a VCH. I got it a year ago—”

Erik used his fingers to spread her pussy open wide. He fingered her clit and Valencia almost shouted. He flicked her clit non-stop, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She had to bite down hard on her lip to control herself. He then used his middle and ring finger to circle her clit.

“Uhhhhh…”

Valencia almost pulled books from the shelves. Her inner thighs quaked. She could feel her nipples harden.

“Erik…”

“You’re right baby girl…this pussy is wet…”

Erik massaged her clit over and over and since it was so quiet in the library, Erik could hear her pussy making creamy noises.

“That pussy talking now…fuck…”

“It feels so good…” Valencia spoke with a hushed tone.

The smell of his cologne and the warmth of his body against her back had her dripping.

“I wanna feel it deeper, baby…”

She knew what he meant. She was a little nervous because all the times she’d been fingered by her ex, she never enjoyed it and always avoided it. Valencia relaxed her body, but her heart was racing. Two of Erik’s fingers sat at her entrance. She stilled her body with anticipation, gaining the courage to look back at Erik. The second her cafe noir eyes met his, those thick fingers were pushing up inside of her.

“Oh my gosh…”

He sank his fingers deep. He started stroking her spot.

“Daddy—”

Erik placed a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Her ass pressed into his crotch and she writhed against him. The sound of her pussy was so loud and obnoxious.

“You’re making too much noise…I know it feels good, baby, but you gotta stay quiet…”

The way he fingered her made her fall in love. He knew where to touch and stroke. She was clenching around his fingers. Uncontrollably. She could feel herself dripping down her inner thighs. His hand must be soaked. It had to be with the way he easily went in and out. His wrist didn’t get tired. His fingers didn’t cramp up. She mumbled something against his hand but her words were lost on him.

“This pussy is deep and fuckin’ wet…you lovin’ this shit…my mouth is drooling…”

Erik had to bite down on his lower lip. She gripped his fingers again and he could see her eyes crossing.

“I’m…”

She hung her head and pressed her face into her arm. Erik’s fingers sloshed in and out of that wet fucking pussy and when she climaxed it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She fell back against him, reaching behind her to grip his arms. Her knees almost buckled and a thin layer of sweat made her mocha skin glisten. Erik’s fingers carefully withdrew from her pussy. Even though her panties were pushed to the side, the amount of creamy goodness that came from her stained them.

Erik looked down at his hand and his fingers were dripping wet and creamy. He could smell her pheromones, the scent of her pussy wafting his nose. She smelled amazing. Erik loved the smell of freshly fucked, horny, wet pussy. Bonus points if it’s clean, well taken care of pussy. Valencia turned and braced herself against the shelf. She stared up at Erik through her lashes with low, wanton eyes.

“You made a big ass mess…”

Valencia watched Erik suck on his fingers. He cleaned them off like it was a sweet treat. Her mouth dropped open in shock. He licked between his fingers, the palm of his hand, and sucked on his own lips to get any remnants of her onto his tongue. All while looking at her intently.

“Mm,” Erik licked his lips again, “You taste amazing.”

“T—Thank you.”

Come here so you can taste it…”

He curled his finger for her to come to him. She tilted her chin up.

“Stick your tongue out…”

Valencia did as she was told. Erik touched tongues with her and then they french kissed. Valencia whimpered into his mouth. She’d never tasted herself before. This was the nastiest thing and she loved it. Erik drew back to stare her in the eyes. He was so horny. His dick was fat and long between his legs.

“Take your panties off.” Erik commanded. He wasn’t asking.

“Right here?”

Erik chuckled, “You let me play in your pussy right here, didn’t you?”

Valencia giggled. He had a point.

“Okay…”

She slipped her hands beneath her dress. Valencia pulled her thong down and stepped out of it. She held her panties out in her palm for Erik. He snatched them and balled them up before placing it inside of his pocket.

“Mine…”

What was he going to do with fhem? Valencia felt a little self conscious. Used panties? Erik could sense her nervousness.

“Thank you for letting me touch you like that.”

Erik kissed her cheek softly. She smiled up at him and swayed from side to side.

“Thank you for making me fall in love with fingering. I’ve avoided it for so long because I didn’t like it when my ex would do it…he made it hurt.”

“It’s never supposed to hurt, ma. That nigga didn’t know what he was doing.”

Erik stroked her cheek with the side of his finger. She was so precious. It made him feel good that he was her first date and first great finger-fucking partner.

“I’ll show you what it’s like anytime you want. Whatever you want, I’ll show you. You have my number…”

Valencia swooned at his words. Erik couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her one last time before the left with one of his favorite poetry books for her to read. When the appeared at the front of the store again, Valencia expected the cashier to mention how they’ve been gone for so long, but surprisingly enough, she simply smiled knowingly at them.

“Find everything okay?”

“Yes,” Erik replied.

She rung them up and they left hand-in-hand back to the dorms.

_________

Back at the dorms, Erik and Valencia stopped in front of her dorm room. She hesitated to enter, and Erik was reluctant to leave. The card ride over, Valencia would catch glimpses of Erik smelling his fingers. The reason for that is because his fingers found their way between her legs again. He’d only done it so he could smell and taste her. It was the most primal thing she’d ever seen. The recollection of her thong in his pocket turned her on. He even questioned if her STD panel was up to date and how often she got tested. Very mature and necessary considering the amount of unsafe sexual activity going on. They exchange info and that was the final green light to go further. And boy was Valencia thrilled about that.

“I’m not gonna lie…I wanna eat your pussy.”

His boldness was too much. She hid her face behind her hands, only for Erik to move her hands away.

“Your dorm or mines?”

Erik quirked a brow at her. He was dead serious.

“Uhm…we should go to yours. Only because I don’t know if Brielle is in there or not…”

“Smart.” Erik said.

He grabbed Valencia by the hand and led her down the hall. The made it to his room and he unlocked the door. They slipped inside quickly and Valencia sat down on his bed while Erik shut the door. He told her to get comfortable so she removed her sandals. She couldn’t believe this was about to happen. If Valencia had ever created a list of things she’d never done or things she’d had bad experiences with, pussy eating would be one of them. Her ex had little to no experience with it and Valencia didn’t care much for it. Isaiah was flat out terrible at it. So far, Erik had proven to her that he could easily change her mind so she wasn’t worried about his pussy eating skills. With a mouth like that, he better be a pussy monster.

The walls in the dorms are thin. Erik decided to put on a playlist of his from the TV in the dorm. He opened Apple Music and found a random rap song for background noise. One she hadn’t heard of but the beat was good. It was definitely something she would shake her ass to. Erik sat his jacket down and kicked off his shoes. Valencia watched him pull his shirt over his head and his abs flexed. One thing for sure, Isaiah has a nice body, but he wasn’t touching Erik.

He walked over to Valencia and climbed onto the bed. She backed up towards his pillow and giggled when he pounced her. They started off with a make out session again. Valencia opened her legs and rubbed her inner thighs along Erik’s waist. His kisses trailed down her neck while his hands pushed her knees back. He sat up on his knees and then his eyes dropped down to admire her pussy. It was smooth, wet, and phat. Pretty chocolate with a pink center. The VCH piercing popped against her flesh.

“The prettiest pussy.” Erik praised.

“Thank you,” Valencia looked away.

“Aight, rule number one, don’t look away while I eat it…”

“Yes sir,” She replied.

“Rule number two, don’t push my head away. I hate that shit. You want it, you take it.”

That scared her. Valencia didn’t know what she was in for.

“Lay back…”

Valencia relaxed against his pillow. She looked down at him, watching him lay flat against his abs. He kept her thighs pushed back and then without further ado, his tongue licked a long trail up her pussy. Valencia’s mouth opened. She locked eyes with Erik and he spread her lips before doing the same thing with his tongue to her inner folds. She curled her toes and fought to shut her eyes.

“Fuck,” She whispered.

This was a real challenge. Keeping eye contact while his tongue flicked, twirled, and glided all over her clit. He knew how to work that tongue on areas she didn’t know could feel so good. He made sure each spot got equal attention.

“Fuck, you taste so damn good…”

“Mhm,” Valencia nibbled on her bottom lip.

Erik planted kisses on her clit before those same lips started softly sucking. Valencia took in a sharp breath. Erik flicked his eyes up at her and then they rolled shut. Valencia threw her head back. Her legs were shaking like she had Parkinson’s. When he released her clit, they both stared at how stiff and swollen it was. This is the moment when Valencia knew she was in trouble. The VCH piercing made her clit extra sensitive. That’s why every time she used her vibrator, she could never last. Two minutes into masturbating and she was cumming.

Erik flicked her clit just a little and Valencia’s body jerked like she was doused with cold water.

“It’s too sensitive—”

Erik wasn’t trying to hear that. He started sucking again. His sucking this time was more like french kisses. Slurping sounds filled the room. He forced her thighs back harder now. He gave her another break, her clit popping out of his mouth.

“You gotta take it. Don’t keep this pussy away from me.”

His voice was huskier and it had Valencia in a trance.

“Okay, daddy.” She replied with a small voice.

He went back to munching. Valencia moaned loudly. The sweetest moans. She fought to close her thighs despite Erik’s words. Her body seizes and she clawed at the sheets. Her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head.

“Unh! Uhhhnnnn!”

She climaxed. Valencia couldn’t believe how hard she’d cum. He finally came up for air. His beard was soaked. Pupils dilated, he looked like a pussy eating savage. Valencia sat up and stared between her legs. She’d never known that her pussy could tremble but she watched it in real time. One look at Erik and she knew he wasn’t finished.

“Mm,” Valencia whimpered.

“Turn over and put that ass in the air.”

She moved towards the center of the bed and arched her back deep like she did in that photo. Erik stood behind her, shaking his head at how fucking beautiful her wide open pussy and ass looked from the back. Valencia peeked back at him. They locked eyes and then Erik whacked her ass with both hands. She flinched and moaned. He jiggled her cheeks while spreading them at the same time.

“This my pussy to play wit’ now. I better not find out you giving this up, hear me?”

“Yes, daddy.” Valencia replied.

“I’m not joking, girl…”

She knew he wasn’t. His tone alone told her that. And why would she? He’s the best she ever had.

Erik got down behind her and started slurping her from behind. The position and the way he did it felt more intense for Valencia. She curled her lower legs up and went flat against the bed, reaching behind to hold her ankles. Erik slapped her cheeks before continuing his feast. She moaned into the bed.

“Yes, daddy,” Valencia cried.

She started moving her hips with the motion of his eating. She felt her body shake out of control and she couldn’t hold her ankles any longer. Valencia moaned on a loop, falling onto her side on the bed. Erik tilted his head and ate that pussy from the side. She held her thigh back and pressed her face into her knee. She was shaking out of control.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t,” Valencia begged.

“Mm-mm,” Erik hummed into her pussy.

She felt herself squirt a little and Erik licked that up. His tongue would push inside of her, his lips would suck whatever he could, his saliva mixed with her juices added a sensation mixed with heat. It was amazing.

“So good…I…so good…I’m cummin’…I’m cummin…”

She almost closed Erik’s head between her thighs. He finally stopped and the visual with his messy locs and wet face was beyond sexy. Valencia rolled over into her back and covered her face with her arm. Erik stood up and his jeans were hanging low on his hips. Valencia moved her arm away from her eyes and she stared openly at his print. What was he holding back in those jeans? A python? He was big. She sat up on her knees and reached out a hand to stroke him. Valencia gripped him and squeezed. That elicited a grunt from Erik.

“I can return the favor.” Valencia said.

“As much as I would love you to, I have to get ready for tonight…”

Time was lost on her. She hadn’t realized how late it was. Valencia tried to hide her disappointment but Erik caught her face in his grip and forced her to look up at him.

“I promise. Daddy will give you this dick tonight, baby. After the party, okay? I promise.”

Erik kissed her lips and Valencia stood up to fix herself. She still had to figure out what she was going to wear tonight and it always took her forever to do her makeup. She also needed another shower. Erik helped her with her shoes and then he walked her to the door. He grabbed her by the hand one last time, pulling her into another kiss. Valencia smiled against his mouth.

“I’ll see you later, aight?” Erik said.

“Okay.”

She waved goodbye and left his dorm room. Walking down the hall, Valencia squealed. This was probably the best day of her life so far. At her dorm, she opened the door and found Brielle sitting on her bed on her lap top.

“Where have you been all day?” Brielle pestered.

“Went for lunch, got some fresh air, that’s all…”

Valencia was happy that whatever had Brielle’s attention stopped her from noticing the big, goofy grin on her face.

“This blog is hilarious! Listen to this…I’m fucking my professor for an A in his class. He got me pregnant. I don’t want an abortion, but he had a wife and kids. The sad truth is, I know he wouldn’t leave his wife for me even though he complains about her having wack pussy. I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s wild! What school?”

“Morgan State.” Brielle replied.

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A Delta is, whatta AKI ain't. What a Zeta wanna be and whatta Sigma can't. What a Alpha likes, whatta Kappa loves. and whatta a Que Psi Phi can't get enough of. THAT IS A DELTA!!!!

Delta Sigma Theta kicked it off with their stroll through fhe party. Andrea lead the way proudly. Knuck if You Buck filled the party and everyone had their phones out records the ladies. Body rolling and hands forming a pyramid. Their competitive chant had the other sororities, like AKA, dismissing them and rolling their eyes. The Kappas wolf-whistled, The Alphas watched with proud stances, and the Omegas shouted.

“Get it Get it.”

“AYE! AYE!”

“That’s right!”

The room was packed from wall to wall. It smelled like weed and sweat. Valencia took her place as a wall flower, dressed in a sparkly bandu with black high waisted jeans. She accessorized with large silver hoops and a layered chain necklace. Her braids were down her back and her face was beat to the gods. She added body glitter as a final touch to draw the look together. Brielle and Skai were on the dance floor, grinding all over each other. Cindy was there with her boyfriend who is a Kappa, chatting with him closely with drinks in their hands.

Dior was standing with the AKA’s she’s an AKA just like her sister Jeanette. It was too crowded to try and watch them do their entrance so Valencia stood back and waited for Erik to do his thing. The crowd erupted when AKA took over.

“SKEE-WEE!!! SKEE-WEE!!!!”

Valencia could see them a little from where she stood.

“A-L-P-H-A

K-A-P-P-A

A-L-P-H-A

Whooo those AKA's

An Ahhka is what a Delta ain't

What a Zeta couldn't

What a SGRho can't

What the Kappas like

What the Ques love

What APhiA can't get enough of us!!!!”

“Valencia, you okay?”

Cindy tapped her shoulder, startling Valencia. It was so loud she could hardly hear Cindy.

“I’m okay! You know how I get with crowds!”

“You wanna grab a drink?!”

That sounded good to Valencia. She nodded her head and grabbed Cindy’s hand. She led the way over to the open bar stock piled with alcohol. Valencia asked for a mixed drink with tequila. The bartender whipped something up for her and she sampled it to see if she liked it. It was strong but very good. Now that they were standing by the bar, Valencia could watch. The Zeta’s were doing their thing now.

“The men, the men, of Black and Gold

1-9-0-6 too cold, too cold

They came to a Zeta and they said to me

They said, ‘I’ll never be as COLD as a Z Phi B.’

The men, the men, of KAPsi

Phi Nu Pi ’til the day that they die

They came to a Zeta and they said to me

They said, ‘I’ll never be as PRETTY as a Z Phi B

The men, the men, of Q Psi Phi

Down dirty dogs ’til the day that they die

They came to a Zeta and they said to me

They said, ‘I’ll stop being NASTY for a Z Phi B!!!”

They performed a choppa style stroll that went so hard Valencia had to cheer them on. Her mother begged her to be a Zeta but she wasn’t interested in pledging.

“ALRIGHT LADIES!!!! LET THESE MEN DO THEIR THANG!”

The Que Dogs stepped up. They all wore skull masks in their colors to conceal their faces so Valencia didn’t know which one Erik was.

“FUCK IT UP!!!!”

Down in the valley, woh ohh ohh ohh!

There is a place that I long to go!

The name of this place rings in my ear!

Omega, Omega, Omega, Omegaaaaaaa!

Land of the Purple and the Gooooold ohhh!

Land of the Purple and the Gold!

They marched up with heavy stomps and enter-linked arms. The room was filled with flashlights from cellphones.

I kNEW THIS GIRL! (bruhs say Yeah)

SHE DATED AN ALPHA! (yeah)

HE BOUGHT HER A HOUSE! (yeah) HE BOUGHT HER A HOUSE!(yeah)

THE SAME GIRL! (yeah)

SHE DATED A SIGMA! (yeah)

HE BOUGHT HER A CAR! (yeah) HE BOUGHT HER A CAR! (yeah)

THE SAME GIRL! (yeah)

SHE DATED A KAPPA! (yeah)

HE BOUGHT HER A BLOAT! (yeah) HE BOUGHT HER A BOAT! (yeah)

THAT SAME GIRL! (yeah)

SHE DATED A QUE! (yeah)

HE GOT HER THE HOUSE, THE CAR, THE BOAT; AND THE PUSSY TOO! AND IM GON’ AIGHT! AIGHT! AND IM GONE AIGHT! AIGHT!

Valencia clapped and cheered with a big smile on her face. She recognized that voice. It had to be Erik leading that chant.

They circled each other, barking and howling. It was a turn on for sure. They finally removed their masks and tossed them to the side. Seeing Erik perform had Valencia feeling extra giddy.

The charismatic dance that included jumping, splits, torquing bodies in the air — it’s called “hopping” — is a very athletic show that requires extensive practice to get the mostly synchronized routines down. Those are the videos that pop up on social media, the group breaking out in a routine in the middle of a crowd. The bent just-so elbows and hands pointed at a specific angle — the pose to signify an Omega — that’s what overwhelmed the crowd. The tongue featured in nearly all of those photos — sticking out at odd angles, hanging down — that’s because people in the fraternity consider themselves “dogs.” Atomic Dogs.

The way Erik led the stroll had Valencia stunned. She wasn’t the only woman that felt that way. When they finished, the applause surrounding them was deafening. Erik dabbed up his brothers excitedly and even when they finished, they continued to bark and stick their tongues out savagely. That same tongue that was licking her pussy earlier. Erik scanned the crowd and he spotted Valencia. He made his way over towards her, Cindy watching with nosy eyes.

“Did you like our stroll?!”

“YEAH!” Valencia shouted.

“You look amazing,” Erik pulled her in, “You gon’ have all my attention now…”

Cindy gave her friend a look before slipping away to watch her man do his thing. Andrea cheered and jumped up and down when James stepped up to perform with his Kappa brothers. Erik stood behind Valencia with his arms wrapped around her waist while the watched. Valencia sipped from her solo cup, the tequila already making her tipsy. She scanned the room and noticed Dior and her older sister, Jeanette, watching her with hard eyes. Valencia gave them a strange look before Erik distracted her with his lips on her neck.

What is a nupe? Is it a name understood by few, used by many,and respected by all? Is a NUPE a man of Kappa third, a "son" Diggs second and a child of God first? Is a NUPE a Greek Step Shower, a Lady Mind Blower, and a Pretty Ass Bow Thrower? it is also ever man dreams to become one and every woman desire to have one beside her! It's what a Alpha wanna be and a Que Dawg aint. It's what a Sigma try to be and what an Iota aint.!! YO YO!

Erik threw up a fist to cheer his friend on. Others joined in as well. They finished and the Alphas did their thing. Valencia downed the rest of her drink and asked for a refill while Erik was on his second drink of the evening. He was drinking on Hennessy mixed with Hypnotic. A drink he said was nicknamed ‘Incredible Hulk’. When they finished their strolls, the party commenced.

The tequila gave Valencia some courage. She was bent over with her cup in her hand, shaking her ass on Erik’s crotch. He had his cup in one hand and his other hand on her spine, guiding her. He would roll his hips so she could feel his bulge. They weren’t the only ones getting down. D9 parties are known to be wild. Sex-filled and rowdy.

“Let me get you another drink…”

Valencia didn’t need another one but she agreed. Two drinks in and she was feeling loose. Erik disappeared with her cup and Valencia waited. Someone bumped her shoulder hard and she stumbled in her heels. A random girl with a big natural fro helped her and they both looked towards the direction of who did it. Valencia noticed Jeanette giving her a dirty look.

“BITCH!” Valencia yelled.

“What the fuck is her problem?” The girl questioned angrily.

“I don’t even know that bitch!”

One thing about Valencia, she can throw hands. Don’t let her shyness fool you. Erik returned with her drink and noticed the rage on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Some stupid bitch bumped me on purpose. I don’t even know this chick…”

Erik searched the room. Valencia took her drink and Erik leaned down to kiss her lips.

“I’ll be fine.” Valencia said.

“Come dance with me…”

They went to the dance floor again and her ass was on him again. Erik held her hand up while she expertly whined her hips. They locked eyes and Erik bit his lip at her. She loved seeing him in his glasses, but when he didn’t wear them she could really get a good look at his eyes. Dark and sexy. Erik pulled her up and he started touching all over her openly.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in here…so damn fine.”

Valencia blushes.

“Thank you, My Poet.”

“YA’LL READY TO GET NASTY?!!!”

“Ahhh shit,” Erik noticed his line brothers approaching him, “Here y’all niggas go!”

Valencia stepped to the side, laughing at Erik trying to fight off his friends playfully.

The crowd parted like the Red Sea and the woman that bumped Valencia started to perform for Erik. Erik looked her up and down with amusement. Valencia looked between them both, her smile replaced with a look of annoyance. The chick got up in Erik’s face and hopped up, wrapping her legs around him. The room got loud and wild. Valencia was almost knocked down. Granted, Erik wasn’t her man officially, but who the fuck did she think she was? Erik laughed and the sight of him laughing pissed Valencia off. He put her down and the bitch kissed him. Valencia turned to walk back to the bar. She was pissed.

Valencia sat her cup down and shook her head. She tried to calm down. Maybe she was over exaggerating. She walked away so fast, she probably missed Erik telling the chick off. But still, it hurt a little. Valencia knew all too well about being cheated on and played with. It happened to her twice. If she was going to give Erik a chance, he needed to be honest and not lead her on.

“Valencia…”

She turned and came face to face with Dior.

“What is your girls problem?!” Valencia argued.

Dior snorted a laughter.

“That’s my sister Jeanette. I heard from Skai that you had a crush on him…too bad he’s not available, sis.”

“Let me guess, he’s dating your sister?”

“Yeah, pretty fucking much. That’s his ex. They broke up because he was going to the military. Now that he’s back, they’re tryna connect again.”

Valencia glared at Dior. She didn’t believe any of it.

“Don’t believe me? Go ask him then.”

Valencia looked towards the crowed. She hesitated before turning her eyes back towards Dior.

“Why the fuck are you even telling me this? Because if it’s to piss me off it’s definitely working.” Valencia quipped.

“I just thought you should know. Better sooner than later, right? How would you feel if you found out about it later?”

“Girl, please. I can see right through you. I don’t want Isaiah, so why are you so mad? Give it up.”

Valencia walked away. She had to before she did something reckless. Plus, it wasn’t worth it. Erik wasn’t her man and she wasn’t going to fight over him. She’ll simply walk away, no big deal. One thing for certain, Valencia can move on and never look back.

She left that party as fast as she could.

_________

Fresh face and in pajamas, Valencia sat at the desk in her dorm, the only light coming from her laptop. The tequila had given her a headache. She massaged her temples while ignoring her phone. Erik had called and texted her, wondering where she was. She was in her feelings honestly and wanted nothing to do with him and that party. Maybe she needed to sleep it off. It hurt so bad because she really liked him. He didn’t have to play along. If that’s your ex, why even entertain that mess? These are the games she’s not willing to play.

-How’s everything going with your crush? 😌

Valencia typed a reply.

-Not so good. He isn’t my crush anymore 😪 he just played in my face. Men ain’t shit.

She shut her laptop and climbed into bed to try and get some sleep. Dreams of Erik took over her mind in slumber.

You see that q-dog over there? Play with em’ if you want to and he’ll break your heart…

#nahimjustfeelingit-writes #killmonger imagine #killmonger fanfiction #killmonger smut #erik killmonger

[gravehags]

hot to go

Pairing: cirrus x f!reader (ghoul bicycle reader)

Rating: EXPLICIT, MDNI

Tags: dom cirrus, sweaty sex, strap riding, titty sucking, praise, possessiveness, lil bit of tenderness because i can't help myself

Words: 1,502

Summary: The air conditioning has broken in the den and your room is the hottest - because of course it is.

a/n: this came to me in a horny half-asleep vision and now i can't stop thinking about it, cheers to cirrus' enormous strap

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Hey - you up?

It’s late, near midnight, and you’ve been in bed tossing and turning for hours now. The air conditioning in the den breaking in the middle of a heat wave makes you want to die and for some reason your room has the joy of being the hottest. You didn’t want to bug Cirrus or Cumulus tonight but…you need one of them. For more than one reason.

Yeah. What’s up?

Can I come over? I’m sweating my tits off in here

A couple minutes go by and you finally see the impending text bubble pop up.

Give me 5 and then head my way.

You want to cry with relief as you fling yourself up and out of your damp sheets. Your nightgown clings to you uncomfortably but that won’t be a problem anymore in just a little bit. The thought of curling up next to your own personal ice pack has your shoulders sagging and a chill running up your spine. You putter around sluggishly until you check the time and see that it’s been well over five minutes. The den is quiet as you tiptoe to Cirrus’ door - you knock lightly before opening it and scooting inside. The lighting is dim and when you catch sight of what’s before you you stop dead in your tracks with a gasp. Cirrus is there - splayed out in the middle of her bed wearing nothing but a thin cropped white tank top, a smirk, and the most enormous strap she owns - the one you’re convinced she had custom modeled after Mountain - secured snug on her hips.

“Hey,” she says, low and sultry. All of a sudden your nightgown is not the only thing that feels damp.

“H-hey,” you say, cautiously stepping closer and gesturing to her, “this for me?”

“Mmhmm,” she nods, bringing a hand down to lazily stroke along the cock’s thick ridges, “I know why you’re here, love. But you’ll have to do something for me first. Tit for tat.”

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and you see her sharp eyes narrow in on it.

“Okay,” you say, the ache between your thighs insistent, “I’ll let you have your wicked way with me, I suppose.”

Cirrus chuckles and stretches luxuriantly like a cat.

“Oh, I won’t be doing anything, hon. You want it, you work for it. Now be a good girl and strip and come here.”

With an indignant huff, you peel your nightgown off, leaving yourself bare in the warm room. Cirrus lets out a little purr as you approach the foot of her bed and press your knee into the mattress.

“Come on, don’t be shy,” she says, crooking her finger at you. Obediently you crawl up her body and sit astride her lap, the silicone cock resting heavy against you.

“Closer,” she murmurs, so you scoot up a little further. All you want right now is to collapse against her, letting the chill of her skin seep into yours - but you know she won’t allow that.

“Wanna make sure you’re nice and ready for me, baby,” she says, cocking her head with a smile. “I’ll do you one favor - bring those pretty tits up here and I’ll take care of them for you.”

“Thank you,” you breathe, and you know your eagerness combined with your good manners pleases Cirrus. You slide closer and lean your chest down to her mouth for her to lazily lick a stripe across your right nipple. The sensation combined with the heat of her room and the coolness of her skin makes your hips buck against her and she smiles as she sucks your nipple into her mouth. For several minutes the only sounds in the room are your heavy breathing and her lapping at your breasts. You jolt when she gently closes her jaws on you, fangs biting into your swollen bud.

“Cirrus,” you pant, “n-need you.”

She pulls off you with a pop.

“I know baby,” she coos as you scoot down her body and rock against her strap, “go on then. You know what to do.”

With a thrill in your stomach you sit up on your knees and take the cock in hand, surprised by how wet you are when you press the tip against your entrance. Slowly - you always had to go slowly with this one but the results were well worth it - you lower yourself, shivering at the way it stretches you open. There’s a ridge resting snug against your clit and experimentally you rock against it.

“Such a good girl, I know how much you like this one,” Cirrus murmurs, arms resting above her head. Her breasts press against her shirt, nipples clearly visible through the thin material even in the dim light. The sight makes you hungry.

“Come on, pretty girl. I wanna see you bounce on it.”

Exhaling heavily, you don’t need to be told twice as you raise your hips and ease back down. It takes you a moment to find your rhythm but soon enough you’re bobbing up and down, panting with your head thrown back.

“Fuck, Cir,” you whimper, your cunt clenching around her strap, “feels so good.”

“I know, baby. Pick up the pace now, I want to see those titties bounce. Put your back into it.”

She tilts her head and laughs quietly as you whine but still acquiesce, amused by how eagerly you bend for her. You can barely catch your breath in the suddenly oppressive heat, and your hips and thighs strain and burn. 

“Please, please, please,” you breathe, “please Cirrus.”

“You’re in control here, remember sweetheart? But if you beg prettily enough maybe I’ll be merciful and help you out.”

You know exactly what she wants to hear and you’re more than happy to tell her.

“I’m yours, Cirrus, fuck, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”

She’s nodding, unable to keep the arousal and delight from her voice when she speaks again.

“Whose pussy is this, angel?”

“Yours!” you half-shout, “It’s your pussy Cirrus, all yours. I’m all yours.”

“Atta girl,” she growls, and in a swift movement she brings her hands down to your thighs and begins jackhammering into you. You can feel tears pouring down your cheeks as you weep in relief, her cock slamming into you even deeper than you could manage. All of a sudden everything becomes too much - the heat of the room, the coolness of her skin, her cock pounding inside you - and you sob as your cunt spasms wildly around her. She brings your body down to hers, wrapping her arms around you as she continues to fuck you, even after you’ve come. You’re not sure how long it takes for you to come down from your high and for your breathing to even out, but her hands are running cool trails up and down your sweat-slicked back.

“I got you, honey,” Cirrus whispers, as you mouth weakly at her shoulder, “come here, I got you.”

Gently she rotates both your bodies so you’re side by side and she eases the cock out of you. You whimper at the emptiness as she fusses with the buckles of her strap, tossing it aside once free of it. She strips off her shirt and cooing, takes you in her arms and lays your body half on top of hers. When you finally find the energy to speak, your voice is comically hoarse.

“Thank you.”

She chuckles, brushing your damp hair out of your eyes and kissing your forehead.

“You were amazing, hon,” Cirrus murmurs, “watching you come apart never gets old. Thank you for indulging me.”

You chuff a laugh against her skin, your hand drifting to the juncture of Cirrus’ thighs.

“Do you want me to…?”

“No,” Cirrus says, gently pulling your hand away and kissing it, “the show you put on was more than enough for me.”

You smile and nuzzle into her shoulder before taking a deep breath and cringing.

“Unholy fuck, I stink,” you grouse and Cirrus laughs.

“Yeah, you do,” she admits, scratching at your scalp. “Shower?”

“Please,” you groan, lifting yourself off her. She starts to get up and pauses a moment, thoughtfully.

“How come you texted me and not ‘Lus?”

You’re halfway to the bathroom when you turn and face her with a sly smile. Cirrus shakes her head and laughs.

“Am I that predictable?”

“Let’s just say I knew I would be killing two birds with one stone if I came to you at this hour, hmm?”

You’re exhausted but a familiar heat stirs in your belly when you see her prowl towards you, eyes glinting in the low light. 

“Cheeky,” she purrs as she advances on you, “get in that shower and I’ll add a third bird to your kill list.”

She lunges at you and you shriek, darting into the not-so-safe bathroom.

If this is what you get out of it, you might be okay with the air conditioning breaking every once in a while.

#ghoul bicycle series #cirrus ghoulette #cirrus x reader #cirrus x female reader #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

[my-queer-fantasy]

daydreaming about teasing a new partner by listing out some of the things i wanna do to them under the guise of just surveying for their consent while slowly lowkey acting it out and sitting on their bed face to face

can i pull your hair? while gently tugging their hair from the back. can i grab your neck roughly? with my fingers gently brushing against their throat and down their chest. can i spit in your mouth? while grabbing their chin tentatively, making them open up their mouth for me a little with their tongue peaking out. then slowly pushing them down. can i bite your ears? whispered into their ear, my teeth grazing their ear lobe. may i kiss you here? breathed into their neck or against their chest, my lips almost touching their skin. what about here? as i traveled down, brushing my fingers over their tummy now. what if i go even lower, would you like it if i kissed you here? while running my fingers lower, closer to their parts, maybe even over them. my fingertips barely touching them. would you like it if i spread your thighs wide open for me like this? while sitting up on my knees and coaxing their legs open, my hands grabbing and brushing against the insides of their thighs. if i teased my fingers along your hole? moving my touch over their hole and circling my fingers over their entrance tentatively. do you want to know how it feels when my dick/strap presses inside of you? while suddenly applying more pressure to my touch, pressing in through their clothes. show me, how loudly would you moan for me? a devilish smile at the needy moan that escapes their mouth and the expression on their face. what if i flipped you around and took you from the back? as i grab their hips rougher than before and flip them around and pull their ass up toward me pressing myself against them. would it be okay if i grabbed your neck while i was fucking you and pulled you against me and fucked up into you? narrated into their ear as i press my hand against their throat and gently lift their body to meet mine. my breath against their neck while i hold them in place, my other hand on their hips, and softly grind against their ass. or would you like to be fucked into the mattress until you were screaming out my name? i growl as i let their head fall back to their pillows and straddle their back, my hips over their ass. maybe i'd punctuate some of my words with my hips, and then lean over them as i ask would you like it if i made you cum until you forgot yours? in a sultry, breathy voice against their skin. my body pressed fully against their back and i plant a small kiss to the back of their neck. and lastly–, i start getting up – how do you feel about wearing a maid uniform? i continue nonchalantly as if i haven't been mercilessly teasing them for the past half an hour or more. okay, great! hey...... why do you look so bothered?

and i patiently wait for each answer and watch as they progressively get audibly needier and hornier for me with my each passing question and touch. until they are rock hard or sopping wet for me and desperately trying to hide it from me, but i already knew and relished the effect my words have on them. so i'd just glance down on them confidently and ask them one last question.

do you want me to show you all of that on you in practice next? if you do, promise me you'll moan and be loud and sound really pretty for me, okay?

#t4t nsft #nonbinary nsft #nblnb nsft #nblw nsft #nblm nsft #nb top #teasing #nonbinary dom #🩷💛🩵 #my queer fantasies #gender neutral nsft #genderless nsft #transfem bottom #transmasc bottom #nonbinary bottom #what would your answer be?