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mmmmmm been thinkin abt photographer!san right nd he is know for his boudoir photography but his latest client’s got him in a chokehold like god how is she so fuckin sexy nd he can’t focus at all bc fuck all he wants to do is fuck her senseless— HELP

Your wish is my command Angel! Thank you for being patient 😘

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Synopsis: encouraged by your friend, you give boudoir photography a try after recovering from a break up, you find yourself doing more than just be a model.

Genres/warnings: smut, boudoir photographer!San x model!reader, sexual tension, unprotected sex, cream pies, mention of oral

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies

“Boudoir photography?” You reiterate. Your friend nods.

“A friend of a friend of a friend tried it recently and apparently she’s been full of confidence. Her boyfriend adores it too!” Your friend squeals.

You scrunch your eyebrows, wondering how semi-nude photos taken by a professional photographer in this niche would boost one’s confidence.

Your friend’s eyes dart to you again, and then your phone pings. You look at the link your friend sent you. It’s a referral code for a promotion. You turn to her, gaze still dripping with skepticism.

“Come on, just try it. You’re a lovely person and you deserve to see it for yourself! Boudoir photography might really help at not being constantly self critical.”

You weren’t an entirely insecure person, and you were sure of that. It’s just that, after the rough break up with your ex, and seeing them move on instantly (like two fuckin weeks) with a new partner, undoubtedly was a gut punch to your self esteem, while you were still stuck grieving over the lost relationship and wasted time.

You’ve heard of boudoir photography, but you’ve never actually understood the concept of it, considering that it was niche, and that you don’t really know the point of it. You glance down at the referral link before deciding to just fuck it and sign up.

San is working overtime again, meticulously editing and touching up the photos. It’s become a natural part of him to almost be a perfectionist, whether when on the ground taking photos of the model or the post editing process. But he never loses the sight of letting the women shine naturally through their photos. After all, in such a niche market, they picked him. Definitely, he has his mix of male boudoir models, but the women evidently take up a higher ratio. He understands that one of the most important aspects of boudoir photography is trust and comfort with his models, which has them coming back for more sessions, sometimes even with their partners.

Setting up his own business in such a niche market was difficult of course, and he’s grateful that he’s managed to make a name for himself. But sometimes he’s grateful that his good looks are an added bonus to drawing in his clients.

His email pings and it makes him pause his work. Maybe he should finish it tomorrow. San glances at the fresh email that sits in his inbox.

An appointment via referral.

He opens it, and looks through the client’s information. At the bottom box for comments, sits a short question.

[Just wondering, what should I expect for my appointment? Is there anything I should prepare?]

He takes a moment before he drafts a reply.

[Hey there! Nice to meet you. I’m Choi San, boudoir photographer of Woodie’s Studios. First of all, thank you for choosing our studio for your boudoir experience!

Regarding your question, come in with an open mind. For what to wear, you may bring a set of clothes/lingerie of whatever you feel confident in.

I don’t bite, I promise!]

He reads the reply a second time before he hits send. It’s not as if it’s the first time he’s gotten questions like these anyway. His train of concentration is broken, so he decides to call it a night.

You reach the opaque door of a clean-looking studio apartment. The sign has San’s studio name and logo imprinted on it, so you’re sure that you are at the right location.

You press the door bell and it chimes a lovely tune. There is a quiet pause, before the door handle clicks and the door itself pulls back. Before you stood a really, no, an insanely good looking, tall male. His glasses rest loosely on the bridge of his nose as his small eyes meet yours. His brunette hair is slightly messy. He wears an expression of confusion at first, but it turns into something unreadable. You think for a spilt second that he may have gotten the wrong client, but your rationale reminds you that you did send him photos of yourself so he’s able to recognise you. You blink once, then twice because you were starting to get lost at how handsome your photographer was.

“Choi San..?” you say, with a small tilt of your head.

Then it’s his turn to blink, and he snaps out of that small trance he seemed to be caught in for a few seconds. Then a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he greets you.

“Hey! Y/n right? Sorry, was tryna recognise you. I promise I don’t usually take that long to process”, he chuckles, pulling the door wider as he ushers you in, reminding you to switch out your shoes for the apartment slippers.

The hallway San brings you down is brightly lit and spilt into a couple of sections which you assumed one of them would be the photo studio itself. A couple of posters of pin up girls hang on the walls, all of them beautiful and stunning.

He then stops at a glass door and pushes it, to what you assumed to be his office.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you a cup of tea. Any preferences?”, he gestures. You shake your head as you let yourself sink into the velvet couch, gingerly leaving your bag of clothing beside you. San gives a polite nod and excuses himself to the pantry.

And the moment the door shuts behind him, he tears his glasses off the bridge of his nose and hooks the branch onto his collar.

His hand is placed over his heart.

San has photographed many different women over the course of his career, some breathtakingly beautiful. But none has ever made his heart skip a beat and caused his words to be stuck at the back of his throat, not like you did. He doesn’t know what has gotten into him. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how you looked like—the pictures you sent served that purpose. Maybe it was the fact that he never expected you to look like that in real life, and for once, he almost doesn’t know how to react. His thoughts are all over the place as he paces into the pantry to prepare your tea. As he’s dipping the tea bag into the piping hot water, he begins feeling self conscious—was his hair too shrivelled? Did he smell bad? Was there something on his face? He tightens his grip on the mug and hastily makes his way back to his office.

San returns, with a smile on his face as he settles the cup onto the coffee table before you, and he joins you, seated on a velvet armchair across you.

“Take your time”, he reassures. “We can start after this, if you’re feeling comfortable, or we can just talk a little to ease your nerves.” It doesn’t take you much to think—you opt for the latter of course.

San laughs and nods. “I get that a lot, especially from first time female clients. It’s valid of course, having a male being your photographer for boudoir can sound off-putting. Perhaps looking at my portfolio might put you slightly at ease?” He reaches out for a large and thick leather-bound photo album. You let it rest on your lap as you receive it with a soft “thank you”, and flip the album open, and you’re instantly awestruck—San’s work spoke for himself. The models were diverse, both in nationalities and body shapes, all equally stunning and sensual in their own expressive ways. The only common denominator was the glint of genuine emotion and confidence reflected in their eyes.

You wonder to yourself—could you look and feel as confident as them? As you skim through the pictures, you feel yourself falling in love with the models as well—their genuine smiles when they do and the gazes they give.

When San catches himself staring at you being absorbed in admiring his portfolios, he feels his cheeks flush and he looks down, wondering what you think of it all.

“I see why you have so many clients. The pictures are gorgeous”, you say, shutting the photo album and handing it back to him. San flashes a sheepish smile and mutters a “thank you” loud enough for you to hear. The silence in the room remains a for awhile as you sip the tea, letting it calm your nerves. You don’t even know it but the person with actual jittery nerves was San himself, a feeling that he never expected to feel since the last time he did was when he started out this business three years ago.

“So… what’s the goal of being a boudoir model, if you don’t mind me asking? Like was it a long time thing you wanted to try or was it something spontaneous?” He asks to break the silence.

“I broke up with my ex recently”, you respond curtly, before taking another sip of the tea. Damn, this is some good ass tea. San blinks at your reply, unsure of what to make out of the bluntness. Before he attempts to reply, you continue, “and my friend sent me a referral to your studio, and I thought to myself, why not? I want to feel confident in my own skin. Also, I think it’s an interesting way of self exploration.” Your gaze meets his, and it’s his turn to look awestruck. You try to ignore the flutter in your chest when he laughs softly, when his smile reaches his eyes. It’s the way that he’s confident of his craft, and it’s making you warm up to him even more.

Your fingertips tap on the mug softly. Your gaze lands on the photobook once more.

“Does taking such risqué pictures affect you when you first started out?” You ask before taking another sip. San ponders about the question for awhile. He has people asking him that before, but for some reason, he wants to be slightly more transparent with you.

“I don’t see about my clients in a sexual way, even if they physically look appealing to me. In the end, self confidence and comfort always comes first, and I think that’s what I enjoy seeing in my clients when they become more comfortable in their own skin. People don’t understand how difficult it is to fully love yourself”, he replies.

That’s when you understand why San’s photography studio had so many recurring clients.

“Why boudoir? I think sensuality and intimacy is a form of art. It’s beautiful—watching people discover parts of themselves they never knew existed and falling in love. You don’t have to be conventionally attractive to be a boudoir model.

The money’s good, of course, but the satisfaction of watching my clients giving me feedback of them realising they deserve to love themselves more, or discovering other sides of themselves is nothing short of rewarding.”

By the time he’s done explaining, you feel a rush of confidence in yourself. It’s only been about ten minutes since the both of you just sat and talked, but you see that he definitely prioritises your comfort before he even begins the sessions. You ball your fingers into a fist, meeting San’s gaze with determination, telling him, “I think I’m ready.”

San’s eyes brighten up. “Great! You can use the bathroom to the left, and I’ll meet you at the photo studio just opposite the office.” He stands up, opening the door for you, and you bow slightly in courtesy as you head to the washroom to change. San’s heart beats faster, wondering what you’re gonna wear for the shoot.

San is fixing the sheets of the bed, then the studio lights at the perfect angle he wants it to be. His heart is still racing as he walks over to the tripod, glancing over at the door from time to time, awaiting for your arrival.

He perks up when he sees you walk in with a bathrobe on and he greets you cheerfully again, trying to hide his excitement.

You wave back with a smile, letting the environment of the photo studio sink in. The basic package for first timers consisted of a bed shoot, so it’s no surprise you see a bed in the middle of the room, covered in white. The bed looks comfy and you giggle to yourself, wondering if you’d end up falling asleep mid-shoot from how nice the bed looks.

“Anytime you’re ready”, San reminds you, carrying the tripod in one hand, his biceps flexing as he does, and it makes you blush slightly, which was ridiculous. Why are you swooning over your handsome photographer carrying the tripod with one arm? Suddenly you’re self conscious again, your fingers clutching against the black bathrobe. It was frustrating that you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was making you nervous, but you weren’t about to back out.

San continues to adjust his camera on the tripod, and his gaze absentmindedly shifts towards you, and his breath gets stuck in his throat, watching you undress from the bathrobe, revealing a white button up over black lace lingerie. It’s not anything new, but for some reason he can’t seem to tear his eyes off you—the way the panties hugs your hips and the bra cups your breasts, the garter belt hugging your waist and the straps hanging past your panties. He watches you climb onto the bed, eyes shutting briefly as you sink into the mattress with a soft smile.

He’s not confident that he’s able to last through the shoot, not when you’re looking like that.

“Is it too cold here?” San asks, trying to divert his attention from his perverse thoughts. You pop up from the sheets, the collars of the shirt slipping past your shoulders, obviously too big for you. That does nothing to help him with his thoughts.

“No, I think the temperature’s okay. Shall we get started?” You ask, buttoning up your shirt, the white material pathetically sheer that San is able to see the black bra peeking through.

The sight of you in an oversized shirt on, with no pants, just your underwear on is like a meal for San’s eyes. He hides behind the camera to hide his flushing cheeks, only to face your body through the viewfinder, watching you preparing to pose as you position yourself at the end of the bed, turning your body slightly to the side with one leg up, your thighs in full view, with the sleeves of the shirt covering most of your fingers, and your gaze right into the camera lens.

San takes a deep breath. Forty five minutes. He can do this.

“Sure. Ready whenever you are, y/n.”

It turns out to be a very agonising forty five minutes. While the both of you were cracking jokes during the shoot, San finds himself getting more distracted when you gradually remove your shirt, and when your poses grow ever more risqué—at one point you remove your bra and fit your shirt over again, which definitely made San grow very restless when he’s unable to tear his eyes away from your bare chest.

Midway through the shoot, all that swarms his mind is wondering how your body would feel against his, how your bare skin would feel under his hands, what kind of faces you would make when you’re under him.

What kind of noises you would make for him when he fits his cock right into you. He wants to fuck you so hard that your mind goes blank—so good that you’ll never remember your ex.

San blinks, his finger still on the shutter button. He doesn’t know what washed over him, but what he does know is the taut feeling in his pants, and he internally heaves a sigh of relief that he decided to wear cargo pants. Nonetheless, he hopes that it isn’t obvious. Well, it shouldn’t be, as long as you don’t ask for close up shots.

“San! Could you come closer for my close ups?” You call out, letting the collar of your shirt fall off your shoulder once more, revealing your bare shoulders, and reminding him that you were still braless underneath the loose clothing article.

Fuck.

San forces a smile, unlatching his camera and trying to walk normally without letting his erection steal your attention.

He reaches to where you are, reminding himself to stay professional, but when he meets your playful gaze, all he wants to do is pin you down. Your eyes twinkle with allure as you prepare your next pose. You get it now—the confidence that slowly trickles into you after every photo taken. You’ve never realised that you had this side of yourself, not until now, and you love it.

The close up shots only spell another layer of doom for San—he adores the budding confidence that you exude, but it makes it even harder for him to hold back, watching you make sultry expressions and poses close up. Through the viewfinder, his eyes try to focus on taking the photo but he finds himself being entranced by your stare. He counts down, then taking a few shots, not missing the growing smile you had.

San puts his camera away, reaching forward to your face to remove a stray hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, and his touch is warm on your face. It’s then you realise how physically close San is to you—you smell his cologne and it leaves your mind blank for a spilt second. He’s absorbed in fixing your hair, combing the strays off your face, the sound of his quiet breathing the only thing you hear. You look away, wondering if your heartbeat is loud enough for him to hear, and you hope it isn’t. San gives you a soft smile when his eyes finally meet yours.

He pulls back, preparing to take his camera for the next shot, but his leg gets tangled in the sheets.

Everything happens in a spilt second—his knee that shifts forward at first, pressing against the sheet that has unknowingly tangled around his other leg, then San trying to get up quickly with the tangled leg, realising a little too late by the time he falls right onto the bed.

Right onto you.

He almost squishes you. Almost. But he lands above you, supported by his elbows just in time before his body is in contact with yours.

Your heart races, way too quick for you to even process what just occurred. All knew you was:

One; San is right above you,

Two; his lips are hovering over yours,

Three; you feel something pressing against your pelvis.

And San stares down at you, his heart beating in his ears. He takes in the sight of you below him—eyes looking up at him through fluttered lashes, your heat radiating against his skin, your lips slightly parted in surprise.

As well as the strain in his pants when his eyes instinctively lower to your bare chest, your nipples peeking through your shirt, and that his little problem is just resting right on you.

“I’m sorry”, San whispers, breaking the silence that had hung between the both of you. “This usually doesn’t happen…”

You crack an amused smile. “Usually?”you reiterate teasingly. A tint of red flushes San’s cheeks and his clothed erection presses harder against your bare skin, and it makes you bite your lip.

“Fuck. I mean, this never happens. It’s just.. I’ve never felt this way about my boudoir models…”, he trails off. “I think you’re fucking stunning since you entered the studio, and I think you’re even more stunning now.”

Your heart flutters at his confession and this time, you feel yourself blush. A soft laugh escapes from the male above you when he sees you avoid eye contact from the shyness. His strings of rationale—yelling at him to stay professional—is snapping. He’s not lying. He’s never felt so attracted to any of his models before, until you, and now that he has you trapped under him, he doesn’t want to lose that chance.

“Should we end the session here?” San asks, with a quick glance at your pretty red lips.

Your fingers are playing with the dangling silver chain that he wears. He lets you, waiting for your response before he catches your gaze dances back to meet his again. Your hands shift to caress San’s jaw, and he takes it as a sign to make his move. You inhale softly as you feel his lips press onto yours, and it makes your head spin with glee. He tastes so heavenly, and your legs clench at the feeling that flutters between your thighs.

San slightly presses his body weight onto you, his erection only growing harder against your thigh. But it looks like he’s taking his time.

His fingertips warm your skin, and he lets them slip up your body, until he’s at your chest, barely covered by the sheer cotton material. His thumbs grazes against your nipples, and you gasp in between open mouthed kisses. You feel him smile, and he applies pressure, and the sensation goes right to your pussy.

He pulls back, watching your lip stick smudged, and your eyes dilate. You can’t help but feel entranced by San, and now you’re wondering how his face would look like when he falls apart.

And it makes you excited.

San lulls you back from your thoughts when you feel his lips suck softly against your neck, and now your fingers are playing with his soft locks of hair.

He’s slightly embarrassed at the way he’s growing even harder when he gingerly peels the white shirt away. His hands cup your bare tits, and he lowers himself to your left tit, giving it a couple of hungry licks and sucks, leaving your back arching and your mouth agape from how ticklish his tongue feels as he flicks your nipple. He doesn’t neglect the other nipple, giving it the same attention as he relishes in the way you fall apart for him. When he has his fun of sucking and making sure your nipples swell while you moan and tug his hair, he pulls away.

He sits up, pulls his shirt over his head and you’re left drooling at how chiseled his body looks. San unbuttons his pants and yanks it off, alongside his boxers, and you watch with awe as his cock springs out—hard and heavy against his abdomen. Your panties are tugged off you in no time, and you don’t miss the way his cock twitches when his eyes land on your slick covered cunt.

“You’re gonna be the death of me”, you hear him mutter before he collides his lips against yours once more. You squeal when you feel his fingers press onto your clit, giving it small rubs, watching and soaking your reactions—your whines and whimpers. There is a dull buzz in your mind every time your bundle of nerves get stimulated, and it builds up in your tummy.

“Oh god, you’re getting even wetter”, he sighs, his fingers completely soaked.

“It feels good. So good. Keep doing that”, you whisper, your fingers pressing against his arm. Your moans only grow louder as San picks up the speed on rubbing your clit, and it’s sending you over the edge way quicker than you wanted to.

San lowers himself to your head, and his husky voice vibrates in your ears.

“That’s it, keep coming undone. Let your mind shut off. You look so fucking beautiful like that.”

“San, San, fuck. I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck-“

Your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you, your body tensing as pleasure becomes the only thing you know. You barely catch onto the dirty things San is telling you, but you know he’s encouraging you to cum on his fingers like a good girl.

He makes sure he has your orgasm drawn out as long as possible, your mind completely blown out at that point. San sucks off your arousal on his fingers, before giving his cock a few pumps.

“You taste like heaven, babe. I’ll get a taste of that cunt soon, but right now, I really can’t wait”, San huffs, trying to keep himself composed as he slowly fucks his hand.

“San, hurry up, please. I need you, so fucking bad”, you whine, your fingers pulling your wet folds open for him.

His breathing goes heavy at your words. “Damn, the shoot really got you heated,” San teases.

“I can’t help it if my photographer makes me wet”, you reply with a playful smile.

Something seems to snap in San when he hears that—all he’s thinking about is wanting to drive his cock so deep into you that your mind completely blanks out.

So that’s what he does.

San lines up his cock to your entrance and pushes and inch in. His eyes dart to your face, licking the bottom of his lip when he watches your face contort into pleasure. His hands stroke your thighs as he pushes in a couple more inches, soaking in your broken moans as he stretches you out. He forces himself to stay composed despite the fact that you’re squeezing him with your warm and soft walls.

He manages to bury himself right to the hilt and he gasps at how perfectly fitted his cock is in you, an uncontrollable moan escaping his lips when he feels you convulse around his cock.

“San, you’re so big. I’m so filled”, you whimper through glazed eyes, his cock completely cutting off other senses as your thighs tremble. A smile tugs at his lips.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, pretty”, San tells you. Despite that, he waits for your green signal before he pulls out and drives his cock right into you.

Your mind switches off the moment his cock is fucking your pussy, because that’s all that matters. It’s so good. So fucking good.

His hands slither to your wrists, and has them pinned over your head as his cock pistons into you. You swear he’s driving you to be cock dumb by the end of this, but not like you fucking minded anyway.

“Look at you. Growing stupid over my cock already. So fucking adorable.”

You only nod in reply, biting your lip as his cock continues to render you speechless. Now San has completely flooded into the smallest crooks of your mind. San has his mind blank, his eyes darting from your fucked out expression to your bouncing tits.

Your cunt flutters once again and tears are pooling at the corner of eyes. The sounds of wet skin slapping echo around the studio.

“…wanna touch you”, you mutter. Despite the face that you loved that he was holding you down, you are feeling desperate to feel his skin as you dance on the fence of your orgasm. San releases your wrists, and he props himself better as he continues to pound into you, hitting the soft, spongy spot over and over again when he has your legs folded. When his pulls out, his cock is covered in a creamy mess. His head spins and his ego inflates at the thought him being the one who drove you to this point of mind blanking pleasure.

“No, no, I’m gonna cum again. So good. San!” His name leaving your lips as a whine. Your hands are gripping onto the loose unbuttoned sleeves of your shirt. His hands take yours and places them on his on his sides, and he groans at the way you’re clawing him.

“Shit. Fuck!” San curses when you cream on his cock even more on top of your walls hugging him tightly. You let go on his cock with a pleasured sob, legs twitching.

It’s not long before a long drawn out moan San releases as his warm cum completely floods your tight hole. He swears he wants to keep his cock tucked in your pussy because it feels that fucking good.

His face—oh, his fucking face when he orgasms. You barely recover from your second orgasm to watch San fall apart while he empties in your pussy, and it almost drives you to your third orgasm. Almost.

The both of you remain still for a moment, only breathing filling in the silence. Then, San slowly pulls out, watching the way his cum leaks out of your abused hole.

San pulls back, and he realises that he’s never seen a more beautiful sight—you, splayed out in nude, only covered by a measly white shirt that inevitably drives him crazy, with cum leaking out of your pretty hole while your body twitches against the white sheets.

He thinks that it’s a pity that his camera is out of reach, because it’s such a beautiful shot.

You glance at San with a shy smile as he hands you your panties. He hooks the your legs into the panties and pulls it up to your hips. You feel another load stain your panties while your thighs twitch.

San dresses himself quickly and extends his arm for you to take as he leads you off the bed. He knows he’s got extra work to wash the sheets but that’s the least of his worries.

What throws you off is when he pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple.

“I promise I’ve never done to any of my clients”, he reiterates.

“Unprofessional”, you tease, your hands sneaking up his shirt.

“Can’t fucking help it. I never knew fucking an Angel in my studio would be this exhilarating. It makes the thought of washing the bedsheets bearable”, he teases back, letting his fingers tangle in your hair.

Your mind goes completely blank when he tells you to wash out the loads in you, so he’ll fill you up once more when he brings you home, which earns him a slap on the chest. He gestures you to go change up, watching the way you remove your shirt to reveal your bare back, and he makes a mental note to start fucking you from behind.

And back at his place, he does. His eyes are hyper focused on the way your ass bounces on his cock. A loud slap reverberates in his room followed by a whimper.

He stills in you, spilling his load once more into your abused cunt as you cream all over him once again.

Then he has you wrapped up in his arms, peppering you with kisses as you’re teetering off your high.

“Stay over, won’t you?”, San requests, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears. You’re beginning to feel completely enamoured by the male. You nod as you melt into his arms.

San thinks it’s ridiculous how hard and fast he fell for you, but he’s confident that you’re his favourite model, ever.

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jujutsubaby · 27 days

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🍒 only fans boyfriend!toji headcanons 🍒

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader ☆ summary: blurb in which toji is your bf who helps you take your photos and videos for your onlyfans ☆ warnings: 18+ !! MINORS DNI !! dirty talking, nudes, sex work, penetrative sex, idk what else lol ☆ a/n: i'm having some serious toji brain rot send help

bf!toji who first thinks of the idea of you doing an only fans after taking his millionth video of him pounding into you. he won’t lie, initially it was because he was tight on some cash and didn’t wanna borrow from you again, but he was convinced you could be some insane OF celebrity. “i’m not sure about it, toji. i don’t want randos to see my face…” you surmise. “c’mon, we’ll cover your face, doll, if that’s what you’re worried about. i swear, we could be raking in thousands from this.” the prospect of coming across a large amount of money like that was enticing…

bf!toji who suggests that you start out simple. “maybe just a shot of you wearing somethin’ cute for the camera, i dunno.” after work one day, you both go to a lingerie store and pick out a sheer pink babydoll slip on, with silky bows on the shoulders. at home, you fish out an old mid 2000s digital camera from the garage and present it to toji. “you’re gonna be my sexy photographer, right?” you tease, as you change into the babydoll slip dress.

bf!toji who totally sucks at taking photos at first, but is a quick learner as he learns all your best angles and poses. turns out when money is on the line, he’s a hard worker after all. pictures of you sluttily sticking out your tongue, and the dress straps falling off your shoulders send toji into a frenzy, and you both take a quick sex break before going back to taking the photos.

bf!toji doesn’t know how to edit photos for shit so you use the minimal photoshop you know to spruce up your makeshift boudoir shoot. not to toot your own horn, but you kinda ate those pics up, and toji can’t get enough of it. at work, he’s partially distracted, fighting off enemies with half a brain as the other half is trying not to get turned on (one time, he did get turned on while fighting and it was awkward to say the least. the guy’s dead now so toji doesn’t really care).

bf!toji who creates the OF account for you because you’re feeling too shy to do so. the interface is confusing for both of you at first, but you guys get the hang of it pretty easily. you post the boudoir photoshoot and immediately close the laptop because you’re terrified of it flopping. “the damage of no one subscribing to me, toji, i would die,” you say earnestly, feeling nauseous. “if no one subscribes to you, i’ll fuck the memory out of you, don’t worry,” he says nonchalantly as he picks a random show on netflix to watch. he’s not bothered by this even one bit and you think it’s because he doesn’t care but really, it’s because he’s that confident.

bf!toji who wakes up before you the next morning for work and quickly checks to see if your photos gained any traction. “holy shit, doll, wake up!” he practically pushes you off the bed as he shakes you and you groggily wake up, irked at the intrusion of your slumber. “toji, i swear to god i’ll kill y-” “you just got 300 subscribers overnight, shut up.” he says, cutting you off and meeting your lips with a tender kiss. you quickly pull back, eyes widening at the news.

bf!toji who reassures you that you’re only gonna blow up more, and that’s why you need to post more photos and videos. it starts off small: simple photoshoots and more slutty lingerie. you arch your back as toji gets an ass shot with your camera. he slaps it hard, leaving a red handprint mark and snaps a couple more photos.

bf!toji who encourages you to start doing videos after reaching over 1k subscribers. you do a little strip tease/dance while toji films, but the first time you do it, toji folds almost immediately and has you pinned under him. you try again the next day, and graduate to longer more explicit videos – fingering yourself, using toys, and live streaming. toji buys you a couple cute masquerade masks to use, too.

bf!toji who loves it when you get donations during streams. he ends up creating an amazon wishlist for you of things you guys could really use around the house. he can’t remember the last time he bought you lingerie anymore because your donations would usually cover that cost. that being said, he always chooses lingerie for you. he knows exactly what other horny guys are looking for on girls. “doll, i know crotchless panties are awful but i know the male gaze – they don’t give a fuck. look, okay, i’ll buy you that one piece too, don’t give me that look.” he says to you as you throw in a bunch of lingerie of your liking in the cart.

bf!toji who finally decides to join you in front of the camera, giving your fans what they wanted. the way he sees it, he fucks you senseless for free every night anyway, might as well get paid for it. toji makes a show to tear your nice lingerie off you and leaves visible marks in your skin from his touch as he pounds into you or bites your neck.

bf!toji who joins you on your livestreams, and they usually end with you bent over a desk, skirt hiked up, and his arousal deep inside you. “you guys think she deserves to cum?” he asks the chat, feeling you clench against him. he knows you're close, and it turns you on knowing it’s out of your control on whether or not you get to feel a release. your fans love your pornographic and lewd moans, but with toji fucking you, you don’t even have to act for them to come out of your mouth naturally. speaking of your mouth, toji especially loves when you have a masquerade mask on while he makes your little throat gag. you love it when he tests your gag reflex on camera in front of an audience, and everyone can tell when they see you soaked through your panties.

bf!toji who surprises you by taking you on a lavish vacation to bora bora when you reach over 10k subscribers. “we built this shit together,” he says, talking about your OF fame and money. you can’t remember the last time you guys worried about paying rent, and he wanted to do something special for his slutty little doll. he got one of those seaside huts surrounded by a private deck. your breath is taken away by the surprise, and toji wastes no time getting all your clothes off and getting you into the water. the makeout session turns into him fingering you underwater as he pushes your bikini to the side. after coming all over his fingers, you give him a handjob under the water, and toji has to quickly climb out of the pool so he doesn’t cum inside it and has to request a clean up on the very first day.

bf!toji who fucks you more times than you can count in the water, on the bed, in the infinity pool, that one time super discretely under the blanket in the beach. you bring up the idea of filming a little here and there on vacation. “what? the grind never stops,” you say jokingly as you set up the camera on the tripod in front of the bed. he surprises you by using some silk ribbons to tie your hands back while he licks and kisses every inch of your body, focusing especially on your sensitive nipples erect for the camera. he blindfolds you, hands still tied back while he eats you out. the electrifying sensations are amplified in the darkness of the blindfold, and you make an absolute mess on the sheets and his mouth.

bf!toji who uses the last night of your trip there to convince you to film one more video, this time on the private infinity pool outside your hut. you come out with a black strappy bikini with a sheer babydoll cover up. “don’t take off your clothes just yet, doll. just come in the water.” he commands, and you slowly get into the water. his silhouette looks ethereal in the golden hour of the sunset as you approach him. he cradles your jaw and kisses you deeply and passionately.

bf!toji pulls away from you and guides you to the edge of the pool that stares out to the pink sunset and the turquoise ocean. “what? gonna fuck me while looking at the sunset like a stupid romantic?” you jeer, poking his chest. he chuckles nervously. “eventually…”

bf!toji who pulls a small black box from behind him and opens it to reveal a big shiny diamond ring. tears start freely falling down your cheeks and you don’t even hear what toji is saying (you feel a little bad – he must’ve prepped this speech for a while but you were far too emotional to process anything). all you do is nod your head vigorously as he gently puts the ring on finger. a perfect fit. and it glistens just perfectly in the dimming sun.

fiance!toji who then fucks you into the sunset like a stupid romantic.

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gothicflowers · 24 days

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John Price, Nikolai, Rudy Parra

NSFW (MDNI)

He was a chunky kid, his grandma and aunts always made sure he was well fed. He got made fun of until he was about fifteen when he finally had a growth spurt. He wasn’t as muscular as Ghost, nor did he have super defined abs like Soap, no luscious hair like Alejandro. He’s not insecure about his body, far from it, he doesn’t care about his scars or the stretch marks that decorate his skin. Truth is, he just doesn’t find himself impressive. He doesn’t think that his strong arms, softly defined tummy, and muscular thighs are what most what find attractive, he calls himself average.

So when you asked him if he would video himself jacking off he was rather surprised. Especially when you asked if he could try and get from his knees up to his shoulders In the frame.

He let out a small laugh before he spoke into the phone “Why? I’m not that attractive, you don’t want a video with my stomach in it”

“But I love seeing how your chest and tummy muscles flex when you get close” you tell him.

you’re trying hard to convince him from the other end of the line. He had a few boudoir photos of you saved and a clip or two of your intimate moments. But you had nothing of him. And after a few days he gave it some thought. That’s when you got a text with a attachment with a message that said “I hope this can satisfy you until I get home, xoxo”

He’s sitting it a chair that’s barely big enough to fit him. His pants are pulled down just enough for him to free himself. His button up shirt is completely undone exposing his soft hairy chest and stomach, sleeves rolled up to his elbows giving you a clear view of his veiny hands and forearms.

It’s delicious from being to end. He starts slow and soft, wanted to take his time to picture you against him. His hand that isn’t occupied grazes against his chest and stomach, giving his body soft but firm squeezes. He moves his hand up and down in a manner that is similar to how you ride him. After a few more minutes his hands pace becomes slightly faster and his breathing became loud and heavy. Soft groans of your name falls from his lips. You can tell he’s getting close. His sholders come slightly inwards as his pecks flex and flare with his breath, his tummy clenching and hardening as the tightness grows. His moans sound like choked out cries as his head throws back as he comes all over his tummy. The video doesn’t end there. His hand slowly moves again squeezing out what’s left before his thumb rolls over his red tip. His breathing slows down and he lets out a satisfied sigh.

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 9 months

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TR Men: Sending them Nudes 18+ Ft. Hakkai, Taiju, Hanma, Nahoya, Ran and Rindou (unedited) TW: sending nude photos, suggestive language, and ideas Resident: @enchantedforest-network A/n: I shared a video with @intheafterall about this topic and Nahoya was the inspiration for this idea lol. Thank you for letting me be a perv 🤭 love ya😘 MINORS DNI

Hakkai

Hearing his text message ping. When he goes and opens the text message he sees it’s a notification from you. When he clicks on the text message, his eyes widen, and chokes on his drink. He's trying to catch his breath as he closes his phone quickly as people look at him and ask him if he was okay. His face is completely red and he's trying to compose his blushing face, he says “I'm fine I'm okay I need a moment” he walks away to catch his breath. He doesn’t dare to look at his phone for the rest of the night wondering if you were gonna send him more texts with suggestive pictures. But he had to admire your body and how turned on it made him feel the more I thought about it the more he had to relax himself to contain his erection. Just knowing whenever he is alone at night by himself he can look at these photos with his hand wrapped around his cock

Taiju

The man is trying to socialize and speak to some of his guests, being very formal and businessman. Of course, you can see him in the distance and decide to get his attention. Hitting the sun button out the very revealing photo of you. He doesn't pick it up right away. When he gets a chance he'll look at his phone and see the very boudoir photo looking away at the photo. He knows you're waiting for him to look at you, his piercing eyes spot you. See you in the distance he put the phone back in his pocket smoothly but internally he is ready to take you home. He would make his way towards you, not trying to raise his sexual suspense or make it noticeable to people. As he made his way towards you he leans over and kiss your cheek. He would whisper “Do you think that this behavior is tolerable right now? Such a cheeky girl you are” his words sending a chill down your spine. He spoke once more. “Perhaps we should retire for the night since you seem so needy right now.” his words had the sinister tone that you were only made away of knowing that it would only be a matter of time until the beast was unleashed.

Hanma

The man with no shame whatsoever was bored at the party anyways, and when he saw your photo, you could see a flashing smile on his face, his tongue swiping along his teeth. He was savoring the photo on your phone. You can see he was responding with something wondering what he was gonna say, but when you notice a photo was coming in, you can see that he had his own lot of vulgar photos of himself and with the caption on the bottom, ‘let’s head to the bathroom’. Your face grew extremely red seeing the girthy member in his hand. Hanma saw how you adjusted in your seat as you looked away from your phone. He decided to send another photo but this time a photo of you and him in a very revealing position and comment on the photo ‘tell babe how you want it’’

Ran

He loves a good nude photo any time of the day. Of course, his brother would be right around him and would glance over his brother's photo to see the nude of you. With a slightly bashful face, he would look away. “Well ain’t I one lucky fella tonight.” saves the photo in an album he has dedicated to you and your suggestive poses. Bringing the glass of wine to his lips he is savoring the idea of what he could do to you tonight. He could be the one taking the photos of you. The more he began to think filming it on his phone is an even better idea. He would be able to hear the cries of moans coming from you. “I’m gonna head home early. I need to try out the new mattress we got to see if it's durable and see how long my battery on my phone can last tonight.” Ran with the nonchalant words hung a lazy smile on his lips as he walked away from his brother making his way towards you.

Rindou

He feels the vibration in his phone when you leave his side only for a moment just going to the bathroom. He wasn’t really paying that much attention to you because of the conversation he was having with people. You needed to get his attention and what better way than a nude photo. When he finally opened his phone he closed his eyes for a brief moment taking a deep breath. He wasn’t going to raise the suspension to himself, he picks up his phone once more and looks at the phone he begins to think to himself ‘Where the hell is she at?’. When he finally sees you walking back with a smile you took a seat on his lap “You got my attention now.” he spoke as his hand rested on your thigh you felt a slight tension as he grasped your thigh. “What is it that you want this time?”

Nahoya

Caution be very very VERY cautious what you send this man. You learned the hard way. You want to do something just for him to see, not for anyone else. A harmless topless photo to get his attention. The minute he opens the phone and clicks on the text message you could see his grin growing wider and wider. “Guys I just got a topless photo I wanna see?!”. The words you hear from his mouth from across the room you felt your face become red. You quickly race toward him, seeing some Toman members getting ready to look just before their eyes could take a peak.

You grabbed his phone “Dammit it's only for you to see, not the whole world!” you scolded him.

“Alright alright, sorry guys next time.” he chuckled. “But can I have it as my screen save though?” he asked

“NOOO!” you shouted.

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doing a boudoir photoshoot and giving an album with the pics to Carmy. He just becomes a flustered, stuttery mess, he keeps looking back between you and the album and goes “wow” and then just looses it

It was a wedding gift. A cousin of your friend, who did boudoir shoots for a living, gifted it to you as a wedding gift. You and Carmen were eloping. His family was messy, yours too, and you'd rather put the money from a wedding into a house. A forever home for the two of you.

Still, you and Carmen were set to go to Copenhagen in a week, get married out in the fields and mountains, the two of you, and Carmen's old friend as a witness. Luca, you'd never met him before, but Carmen and Marcus talked so highly of him you were excited to.

"You think he'll like them?" You asked, tilting your head as you flipped through each page, your best friend gawking and grinning at each page.

"Carmen?" You friend scoffed lightly, looking at you with a tilted grin. "Carmen will pass out. I know he will. No way he doesn't." She said confidently, flipping to the next page. "Oh-ho. Yeah, he definitely will especially after he sees this one, holy shit."

You bit your lip, looking at the photo. You in a veil- one you'd bought for the wedding, long-ish and sheer with tiny lace details at the bottom- sitting on the couch, legs crossed and tucked under you prettily, in the veil... and just the veil. All Carmen's favorite features on display.

You were nervous, holding the leather bound book, walking over to Carmen slowly that night. "I'm just going to wear my ring, baby. I'm scared I'll lose it in my carry on."

You hummed, sliding over to him. "I got you something." You purred, lashes batting up at him. "A wedding gift."

"A wedding gift?" Carmen repeated with a slight smirk. "Thought we said no gifts."

"Did we?" You shrug. "Well, I think you'll want this one."

Carmen gave you a pointed look, light and jesting, unraveling the ribbon before flicking the book open. It was a relatively tame shot, your hand with your engagement ring over your heart, cupping the lacy white material of your bra lightly.

Carmen looked at you. "Is-Is this...?"

You nodded, sitting up on your knees. "Keep looking." You hummed. "Think you're gonna like what you see." Your hands slid down his torso, eyes on him while he looked.

You could see his grip tighten on the pages, Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed, blushing from the tip of his ears down to his cheeks.

"Fuck, baby, this is... Wow." Carmen cleared his throat lightly, blue eyes darker, pupils dilated.

You rolled your lip between your teeth. "You like it?" You could feel your own heart hammering. "I-I know it's kinda silly, but I got it as a gift, and I just thought you'd like it-"

"-Like it?" Carmen lifted a brow. "Baby, I'm-I'm fucking obsessed. You look... Do you still have that?"

You nodded towards your own bag. "Thought I'd wear it for the wedding night." You grinned.

Carmen smirked, carefully setting the book next to the bed. "Fuck, don't think I can wait that long." His hands were on your waist, pulling you into his chest.

"It'll be worth the wait, Mr. Berzatto." You purred, your lips brushing over his.

Carmen squeezed you closer to him, hands gripping your ass, before he pressed himself into your kiss.

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atimeofyourlife · 4 months

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We've met before, it's different now

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: modern au | rated: t | wc: 995 | cw: mentions/ fear of transphobia | tags: modern au, tinder au, trans steve harrington, transfem steve harrington, trans eddie munson, transmasc eddie munson, pre steddie, first date, t4t steddie Steph is back in Hawkins for the first time since coming out as trans. Robin convinces her to get back on tinder, where she finds Eddie. He's familiar for some reason, but she can't place why

Steph couldn't place how she felt as she laid on Robin's bedroom floor. It was her first time back in Hawkins since coming out. Since her parents had kicked her out, saying that they would never see her as their daughter, she would have to accept her place as their son, the sole Harrington heir. She'd left with Robin for Chicago, where she could reinvent herself. Become the woman she knew she was. But they were back in Hawkins for Christmas, and Joyce and Hopper's wedding, which was happening early in the new year.

Really, she didn't know how to be Steph in Hawkins. Anyone who was unaware of her transition didn't seem to recognize her, even people she'd been friends with in a different time. She'd been right behind Nicole, a girl she'd once dated, in the grocery store. And Nicole turned and looked her straight in the eye and asked if she was new in town. Mark Lewinsky approached her in the parking lot and offered to take her on a date. And every time someone looked at her, she wanted to make herself smaller. To hide away and put on a mask the way she had in order to survive high school.

Now, she was unsure if she wanted to do anything with her time, or to just hide in Robin's room when she wasn't needed elsewhere.

"Come on. I've updated your Tinder profile with new pics and everything. Even if we just sit here and swipe through everyone. But you never know, you might get something out of it." Robin said, dropping onto the floor next to Steph.

"Fine." Steph rolled her eyes and held her hand out for her phone. She flicked through the photos Robin had chosen. A lot of her favorites, including a thirst trap from the boudoir photo session Robin had gifted her for her birthday, nothing too risque, everything was covered in a bodysuit, but it was a photo that made her feel confident and sexy every time she looked at it. "Okay, lets do it."

The first few were various guys she knew from school, a couple of girls mixed in too. She swiped left on all of them, not that interested. The first one that made her stop wasn't one she was interested in dating. But she was shocked to see Carol Perkins pop up with her interests set to men and women.

"There is no way Carol fucking Perkins is interested in girls." Robin said from where she was looking over Steph's shoulder as she flicked through the photos.

"Tommy's in most of the pictures. I bet they're looking for a third." Steph said, swiping left. "But they know that no self-respecting woman would get into that mess if they knew Tommy was involved, so Carol it is."

"You told me that you had a threesome with them?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, but that was before I knew I was a woman, and at the time I had very little self-respect." Steph replied, and continued swiping.

Robin had got bored of watching Steph swiping through Tinder, so had moved back to her bed to text Vickie. Steph stayed on Tinder, yet to swipe right on anyone, but then one guy caught her eye. A guy with long curly hair, named Eddie. He seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place him. His bio said that he was in a band and played dnd. There was something about him that made her swipe right. She didn't think anything would come from it, and tried not to think on it.

A few hours later, she checked her phone to see a notification from Tinder of there being a match, and Eddie had sent her a message.

Hi. I don't really know what I'm doing with this. I'm back in town for the holidays, and my friends said I should make a profile to try and meet someone. But you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.

Steph giggled and blushed at the message. It took her a while to figure out how to respond.

I'm back in town for the holidays as well. My best friend updated my profile for me and said I should start looking even if I swiped left on everyone. You seem pretty cute, and I would love to hear more about this band you play in?

Steph felt that she and Eddie really hit it off, messaging each other for a while everyday. They talked about almost everything, and were even planning a date at Benny's. But Steph couldn't help feeling nervous. What if Eddie couldn't accept her being trans? What if everything went wrong and she got hurt, or outed, or worse?

She decided on a basic outfit, a comfy sweater over jeans. Feeling that anything fancier would make her overdressed for a date at a diner. She still felt nervous, but she was sharing her location with Robin so someone would know if anything went sour.

On the date with Eddie, everything felt so real. Time seemed to fly by, and they were talking for hours. She found out that he was also living in Chicago, so they could continue to see each other.

"I graduated from Hawkins High three years ago. I hated everyday that I was stuck there " Eddie said.

"You graduated a year after me, but your profile said you're a year older than me?" Steph asked, frowning. She still couldn't place him.

"I uh. I got held back a couple times. Shit happened. It was a hard time for me."

"I feel like I should know you, but I don't remember you from school."

"The thing is, I've not always been Eddie." He said, looking nervous. "I had a different name, and I looked a lot different too."

It took a moment for Steph to realize what he was implying. "That's okay. I get it, because I've not always been Steph."

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #robin buckley #platonic stobin #trans steve harrington #transfem steve harrington #trans eddie munson #transmasc eddie munson #t4t steddie #modern au #tinder au #atimeofyourwrites

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writeroferotica · 7 months

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Boudoir Photography

It was my own fault. It was my idea. Be careful what you ask for, you may get EXACTLY what you wanted...and more!

This past Thanksgiving, my wife Julie asked me, "Well my darling, what do you want for Christmas?"

I was ready for the question and had been pondering it for a few weeks, so I replied without hesitation, "A boudoir album from a reputable photographer with you as the model."

There was a rather lengthy pause before she responded. "Okay. And what, pray tell, do you consider a 'reputable' photographer?"

"Nope. I leave all the details to you. I just want the boudoir album. Make sure it's sexy."

She just stared at me. Maybe "glared" is a more appropriate word. Julie is rather shy. She never dresses in a way that exposes too much. Even at the beach she wears conservative one-piece swimwear. Of course, she's still drop-dead gorgeous and turns lots of heads.

"We'll see," was all she said in reply.

As the weeks went by, I noticed a sullenness about the way Julie was acting. She was easily provoked to anger and just as easily reduced to tears over trivial issues. I couldn't quite put a finger on it, but she seemed somewhat withdrawn from the world. I took note of this behavioral shift at the time, but just put it off as a passing phase, perhaps related to the upcoming holiday which can often lead to some depression.

As with every year, Christmas morning arrived all too soon. We got up and went straight to the tree to start opening presents. Julie seemed nervous. I was anxious. Did she go through with it? How far did she go in letting a photographer take sexy boudoir photos? Did she do it at all?

Finally, she sheepishly handed me a nicely wrapped present in bright red. It was obviously a book of some sort. Like a five-year old child, I ripped open the present and stared in wonder at the decorative cover of a photo book. With shaking hands, I opened the cover to reveal a title page with these words in bright red block letters: "For my Loving Husband. Remember that I Love You and I always will."

Pensively, and still shaking, I turned the page. There were six photos printed on each page. It was like a coffee table style book; professionally printed and bound, not photo inserts. I was highly impressed with the quality of the book as well as the sexy female whose glorious form filled the thick book. On the first few pages, Julie was dressed in a black evening dress, sleeveless and flowing to just above her knees. She was wearing sheer black hose and black shoes with about a three inch heal. The poses were tasteful, yet sexy. Some of the sexier poses displayed modest cleavage or a great deal of her luscious thigh. The look on Julie's face progressed from uncertainty to playful laughter as the sequence unfolded.

The final photo on one of the pages in the evening dress sequence gave me a shock and a thrill, though most people would have probably thought it rather tame. Julie was bent over at the waist with her backside to the camera. Her hands were on her hips and she was looking back over her left shoulder, her face revealing laughter. She had hiked up her dress in the back so you could just see the beginning of the curvature of her nicely rounded, hose covered butt. I felt an immediate stirring in my loins.

I looked up at Julie and smiled. She looked nervous, wordlessly biting her lower lip. I flipped the page.

Oh my! I couldn't believe it. There before me was a sequence of Julie hiking her skirt up. Each photo revealed a bit more of her panty clad ass, covered with the sheer black hose, until her skirt was bunched around her waist. I was amazed at the amount of courage it must have taken for her to do that in front of another person.

"Was the photographer a man or a woman?" I asked.

She hesitated for a second before answering with a shaky voice, "a, a man." My dick went rigid in the knowledge that I had succeeded in my desire to have my wife show off her body to another man. My pride swelled along with my member.

Still with her back to the photographer, the photos on the next page started with her pulling the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She was not wearing a bra. By the last photo, the dress was completely bunched around her waist revealing her bare back. The following page contained a series of photos as she turned to face the photographer, her hands covering her small B-cup breasts and her face showing a nervous smile.

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Marcel."

Without looking up, I turned the page to see photographs of her uncovered breasts. In the first photo her arms were down by her sides and she looked nervous, but the series saw her demeanor change until in the last photo, her hands were on her hips and she had a confident smile on her face. My underwear was getting wet from all the precum leaking out of my stiffy.

Again, I looked up at Julie. "Do you like?" She asked.

I managed to croak out, "Y-yes." My throat was dry. I flipped the page. Next was a series as she tucked her thumbs in the waist of her hose and then peeled them down to her ankles. She was, of course, bent over at the waist as she pushed the hose down her legs and her breasts looked tantalizing in their firm curvature. Next page: the photographer had changed position and was now behind her. She was still bent over and was removing the hose from her feet. A thick sliver of black string ran between her butt cheeks and a small patch of black material covered her pussy. A small amount of blond pubic hair could be seen at the edges. In the last photo, Julie was peeking around her right, smiling at the camera...or was she smiling at the photographer?

Another flip of the page chronicled Julie removing the thong panties, again from the rear. First she was standing upright with thumbs hooked over the strings around her waist, then bending down to remove them, full bush on display under nicely rounded buttocks. Again, she looked back at the camera/photographer with a smile in the last photo on the page. I had to adjust myself as my dick was straining at my briefs.

"Are you okay?" Julie asked.

In reply, I removed my shorts and underwear and let my raging hard-on pop free. The head of my cock was glistening with precum. "Does this answer your question?" She smiled, knelt on the floor between my legs, and rested her arms on my thighs.

I kept looking through the book. There were photo sets in (and out of) lingerie, a man's white button-down shirt, and a slingshot bikini. Julie became more embolden and empowered with each set. There were poses displaying all her charms. There were full frontal nudes. One of my favorites showed her standing in front of a window with her right hand on her thigh, her left hand on her waist, her head slightly cocked to the left side, and a bright smile on her face. There were photos of her laying on her front with her tight, round ass on full display. Then she was laying on her back and her bush was clearly visible. She was squatting with her knees together, then she parted them, and I could see a little of her pussy lips peeking through the pubes. She was smiling in all these photos, sometimes it looked like she was laughing.

All this time, Julie was softly rubbing my cock, occasionally peeking over the top of the book to see which photos I was looking at. I detected a rather nervous look each time our eyes met.

The photos became ever more risqué as I continued to flip the pages. She was now posing in a lounge chair in a classic "M" position. Her pussy lips were engorged and looked slightly moist. Now she's laying on a sofa, with her right arm behind her head and her left hand on her mound, her fingers just touching her clitoris. The look on her face is hard to describe, except to say it oozed sexual energy. Then she buried her middle finger up to the second knuckle in her pussy. Finally, she was licking that same finger.

I looked into Julie's nervous eyes and just said, "Wow!" She grinned at me and then proceeded to lick the top of my penis. It was starting to get hot in the room, so I removed my shirt to help cool off a bit.

I flipped the page and things became surreal. Now she was on a bed with white sheets and had what appeared to be a glass dildo in her mouth while her fingers danced around her open pussy. Now the dildo is against her clit, then the tip is at her moist opening, finally a series of photos as the dildo penetrates deeper and deeper in her cunt until it's buried to the end. Her face is glowing with sexual energy, her eyes are closed, and her lips are pursed. In the last photo of the series, she lifted her hips off the bed and a man's hand had grasped the end of the dildo that's buried in her pussy.

I swallowed hard but did not look at Julie. She was busy with my cock in her mouth anyway. I flipped the page and gasped as I saw a series of photos that, if you could stack them on top of each other and flip through them, you would see the dildo being plunged in and out of her pussy by that third party's hand while she held her hips up high with her own hands.

The first few photos on the next page were several views of my lovely bride sprawled on her back with her legs bent and spread wide. She was holding her thighs close to her body with her arms wrapped around her shins. In one photo she was kissing her right knee. Her pussy was gaping and wet. A small bead of white liquid could be seen about to descend from her vagina to her sphincter. In the final two photos she had lowered her legs straight out and placed her left hand on her pubic mound. The view was from near her feet in the first photo, but from near her head in the second. In that second photo, her wedding and engagement rings were prominently displayed. As sexy as she looked in that photo, I blew my load in Julie's mouth for a different reason. Out of focus in the background was a naked man with his penis in his hand as if he were masturbating while looking at my wife's exposed and open vagina. Perhaps he really was.

"Wow! What brought that on?" Julie asked wiping sperm from her lips with her fingers and licking them off.

I just flipped the book around and pointed to the last photo. "Who is that?" I asked.

Julie stared at the photo with wide eyes. Then they began moisten with tears. She tried to take the book out of my hands, but I held a firm grip. "Who is that?" I repeated softly.

"That photo shouldn't be in there." She remarked with a tear running down her left cheek.

"Oh, but it IS there," I said incredulously. "Tell me who that is."

"He's Marcel's assistant, Craig," she said sheepishly.

"Was he there for the entire shoot?"

"Yes." She said as she sniffled and wiped the tear from her chin.

I looked closely at the photo again. Even out of focus, the fact that it was a man holding his own erect penis was fully evident. "At what point did he get naked?" I asked.

Julie started crying softly. "Um, Marcel thought it would add an erotic touch to have a naked man in one of the photos, so he asked Craig to take his clothes off and be in the picture as if he were jacking off while watching me."

"What made him get so hard?"

"Marcel had asked me to pose with a prop," Julie sniffled, "and it was, uh, kind of erotic?" It came out as a rhetorical question since she put interrogative emphasis on the word 'erotic.'

I flipped back a page in the book and interrupted her by showing her the page with the hand holding the dildo. "Kind of like these?" I asked sarcastically.

Again, her eyes widened in disbelief. "Those are NOT supposed to be in there!" she cried out and again tried to take the book out of my hands.

"Oh no! This is MY book now! It makes sense that he would get a woody after he just fucked your wet cunt with a dildo." My words were harsh with anger and jealousy. On the other hand, even though I had just ejaculated, my one-eyed monster was starting to stir again. I had a mixture of emotions that I cannot describe as I looked into Julie's tear-filled eyes. "Is there something you need to tell me?" I asked. She broke down completely and quickly left me in the living room, ran up the stairs, across the landing, and into our bedroom, slamming the door behind her. I was left completely dumbfounded, but nonetheless, turned to the next page in the book.

I thought my eyes must be deceiving me! This CANNOT be my wife in these photos. She would never do this, EVER!! Yet, there before me was the photographic evidence. It started with photos of her posing in front of Craig, who was, of course, nude with a semi-hard penis. At first, they were just staring at one another. Next, she had her hand wrapped around his dick, like she was gently pulling him to her. Then she was on her knees., pressing his cock into her cheek. In all the photos her eyes were glued to him and she had a sexy, erotic smile on her face. Her eyes twinkled with lust. The series continued with her sticking out her tongue while holding his cock and pointing it toward her face. Then she touched the tip of his dick with the tip of her tongue. I was instantly rock hard again.

The next several pages contained various poses where she was interacting with Craig's cock, but no penetration. She kissed his cock on the tip and up and down it's sides. She touched it all over with the tip of her tongue. She licked it from the tip to the base and back to the tip. She looked at his cock and she looked up toward his face. She looked at the camera...and smiled.

Next page: she had engulfed the tip of his prick in her mouth. My stomach fluttered and I nearly vomited. I began to weep, and the tears ran down my cheeks. My penis was standing straight up at rigid attention. The next couple of pages had nothing put photos of my innocent wife with a dick in her mouth, from different angles and varying amounts of penetration. In only one shot was his shaft buried until her lips touched his pubic hair and it was obvious that she was on the verge of gagging. In the next photo she exhibited a distinct look of relief as he pulled back some so that she only had the tip in her mouth.

Another page flip and his cock was out of her mouth but there was a stream of seminal fluid connected between his penis and her tongue. The entire page was dedicated to the fluid dripping from his cock and Julie's open mouth. In each photo she had his cock firmly in the grip of her left hand, her rings clearly visible.

With shaking hands, I turned the page again. The next series began with a photo of Julie laying on her back, her upper body supported on her elbows as she gazed slightly upward. Her legs were apart, and Craig was leaning forward between them. Their eyes were locked on each other. His erect penis was pointing at the entrance to heaven. Marcel took photos of this scene from several angles; some close enough to show the scant few inches that separated his dick from her moist and open pussy. Her sexual excitement was on full display as her labia was fully open and so moist that it glistened in the lights.

I knew what had to be next. Julie's reaction a few moments ago spoke volumes. My stomach was knotted. My breathing was shallow. My heart raced. My hands shook so much I could hardly turn the page, but I did; ever so slowly. There it was. A close-up of Craig's erect cock with the head pressed lightly against her pussy. Her pussy lips were slightly closed on the sides of his penis head, the tip of which was touching her clit. I was looking at photographic evidence of the first time a penis other than mine ever touched that glorious pussy. The page was full of this image from various perspectives and at various distances. The look on Julie's face was one of lust as she bit slightly on her lower lip. Instinctively, I reached down and grasped by cock in my left hand. It was wet with my own juices, and I slowly rubbed my hand up and down as I gazed at the eroticism on display before me.

Another flip of the page and I nearly vomited. The page was a series of close-up photos beginning with tip of Craig's penis a mere quarter of an inch from Julie's open pussy. You could see the base of her open legs and the little mole on the inside of her left thigh, near the base of her leg. Then his penis was touching her clitoris. Next, his penis head was half-way in. Then the head was buried inside her. Then his shaft was half-way inside her. Finally, he was completely buried in MY wife's pussy. The last picture on the page showed the full view of Julie straddling Craig's waist. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were behind her head holding her hair. Her B-cup breasts were pert, the areolas were constricted, and the nipples were hardened like pencil erasers. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly open. In that instant I realized he had not penetrated her. Rather, she had impaled herself on him. He was not fucking her. She was fucking him!

I pinched the head of my cock to keep from erupting. My feelings were so conflicted I thought I was going to pass out. I was horrified. I was angry. I was in emotional agony. I was mesmerized. I was turned on!! I looked up toward the landing that led to our bedroom and I could faintly hear Julie sobbing behind the closed door. I didn't know what else to do, so I kept turning pages.

Page after page revealed Craig and Julie copulating in various positions. She rode him cowgirl, her hands on his chest, the base of his penis visible just under her perfectly rounded ass. She rode him reverse cowgirl with her hands still supporting her on his chest as she leaned back, his shaft jutting upward and disappearing into her puffed pussy. He fucked her doggy style, his body upright while he knelt behind her and his dick ramrod straight as it penetrated her. He fucked her doggy style and leaned over her back, reaching around and between her legs to finger her clitoris while he impaled her. He fucked her in the missionary position. First, she was on the edge of the bed and he was standing between her legs, his cock halfway in, holding her legs up by placing his hands under her knees as she gazed lustfully into his eyes with a half-smile on her face. Then he was laying down on top of her. The edge of the bed was just under her neck and her head hung down slightly. This time her eyes were closed, and her mouth was partly open. She had her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her hands overlapped just below his neck. Her rings were just visible on her left hand as her right hand rested on her left wrist. His right hand was supporting her head and his left hand rested just above her forehead, clearly showing the absence of any wedding band.

Finally, they lay spooning each other and he fucked her from the side. His face was contorted, eyes closed and mouth open, in the way that indicated he was ejaculating, yet his penis was still buried in her vagina. It occurred to me at that moment he was NOT wearing a condom. Shit! My demure, conservative wife had engaged in unprotected sex with a man she had only met an hour or two before. My world had turned completely upside down. Another turn of the page revealed a series of photos showing a closeup of Julie's pussy with sperm leaking out and progressively running over her labia and down her leg. I ejaculated without even touching myself. The first spurt was so powerful, it hit me under my chin.

I just stared at those photos, cum splattered on my neck, chest, and belly. Julie continued to sob upstairs. Tears were running down my own cheeks, as I turned one more page; the last one. There was Julie, laying sideways on the bed with her hands covering her face. Three photos showed her push herself up from the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. The camera followed and snapped two final photos as she ran from the room.

I tossed the book on the coffee table, got up, and went upstairs to get a towel. I wiped the cum from my body and put my clothes on. The sobbing from the bedroom had stopped. It was drizzling outside, but I went for a walk anyway. The cool rain helped me clear my cluttered mind.

I pondered on my own weaknesses when it came to the opposite sex and how easy it is to go farther than you know you should. Julie is only human, and she is a good person. She has been an amazing wife. What is one indiscretion? Besides, it obviously turned me on, or I wouldn't have had such a raging hard-on or cum twice while perusing those depraved photos. As I wrote in the opening to this story, I had asked for it. It was my idea to have sexy photos taken of my precious wife.

When, after about half-an-hour, I returned home, Julie met me at the door. Her eyes were red and swollen. Tracks of her plentiful tears streaked her face. She flung herself onto me and began sobbing again. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her and inhaled her sweet scent. "I'm so sorry!" she wailed. "I will never, ever do anything like that again. I promise!"

"Yes, you will." I calmly replied. "You may think you regret it right now, and I greatly appreciate that you are thinking that way at this moment. The fact is you are a sexy woman and men desire you. You are also somewhat naïve, or at least you were. Once you start treading down a path of sexual pleasure, however innocent at first, it's almost impossible to stop yourself."

She sniffled and drew back from me. "Come in and get out of those wet clothes," she said in a soft voice, "you'll catch cold." She stripped my clothes from me, retrieved a fresh towel from upstairs and dried me off.

As she rubbed me down with the towel, I continued my monologue. "It's partly my fault. I asked you to pose for sexy photos. I think, deep down, I knew this might happen. Sure, I'm hurt that you did this behind my back. I'm angry that you kept it from me and that I had to find out in this way. I can see that you never intended for me to find out, which leads me to wonder if you've ever had sex with any other men."

She put her hands on either side of my head and stared intently into my eyes. "I swear to you I have never had sex with anyone besides you until that happened! I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would leave me, divorce me. I love you and I don't want to lose you." She began to softly weep. "I know I should have stopped it. It was so wrong. I don't know why I let it continue and before I knew it I was completely swept away in the moment. I just had to experience it. Oh Baby! I'm so, so sorry. What can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything to save our marriage. Please don't leave me!!"

"Look at you," I said. "Now you're all wet from your tears and from my rain-soaked clothes." Now I began to strip off her clothes. In moments we were standing naked in the foyer. I took in the curves of her body, her perfect B-cup breasts, her softly rounded hips, the neatly trimmed pubic hair between her legs, and those gorgeously firm thighs. Then I began thinking of how Craig had viewed those same magnificent attributes of the beautiful woman that stood before me; how he had probed her with his hands and with his penis. I was instantly hard again.

I swept her up in my arms and carried her upstairs, across the landing, and into our bedroom suite. "Tell me what it was like to have another man's cock cum inside your pussy," I said as I kicked the door closed behind us.

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For Your Eyes Only

Fem!Reader x Hotch | You surprise Aaron with boudoir photos and a new lingerie set for Valentine’s Day.

Warnings: 🤭+🥵 Tons of fluff (because Vday with Aaron would be nothing short of the cutest thing ever!!) Smut [soft smut, thigh riding, fem!receiving oral, hand job, fingering, unprotected sex (please be safe everyone!!) and lots of fluffy aftercare 🥺]

Word Count: 10,012

Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Although this started as a stand-alone story, as I was writing it I couldn’t help but envision the same characters and scenarios that I previously wrote about in His Favourite Pair (PT1) / (PT2). [ie. the blush pink lingerie set, the fact that ‘tulip’ was their safe word, her calling him ‘my love’, and him being a big reason for her boost in confidence]. If you so choose to believe that this is a continuation of those stories, I would not be opposed to that 😉

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Late in the afternoon on a Saturday, you and Aaron were walking hand in hand across the tile floor of the mall. With Jack at his Aunt’s for the weekend, you two had decided you wanted to get out of the house for a bit. You hadn’t come here with anything specific in mind, you were okay simply spending time wandering around, just being together.

As countless storefronts passed by, few caught your attention. It wasn’t until the sign for your favourite lingerie shop was in sight that you felt the excitement to browse the racks. With a slight tug on his arm, you spoke through an excited smile, “Ooo, I want to look around in here!”

Looking down at you, he couldn’t help the smile that creased the corners of his eyes; the joy on your face made his heart melt. “Okay,” he nodded, “I’ll wait for you.”

With an exaggerated pout making it’s home on your face, you asked playfully, “you’re not going to come in with me? I just need a new bra.” You laughed softly, “you saw the one I was wearing last week, it’s seen better days.”

As his eyes scanned the storefront, row after row of lacy material clear as day, he finally looked back at you. You’d been together for a little over 2 years now, and he’d seen you in your underwear before. Hell, he’d seen you in much less than that. He’d only hesitated because he didn’t want to intrude on your personal time, if you wanted to do this yourself. But he couldn’t deny how good it felt knowing you were comfortable having him accompany you while you picked something out.

“You’ve got a point there,” he laughed, knowing it was definitely on its last legs, “I can come in if you’d like me to.”

Without a word, the excited giggle that escaped your lips made it clear you were happy with his answer. With your hand still gripping his, you pulled him towards the store, and only let go of his hand once you began flipping through the racks.

Even though you weren’t there for anything special, you couldn’t help but have a look through everything any time you were there. As your fingers trailed along the different fabrics, everything from the flowery lace to the irresistibly smooth silk, you couldn’t help but look up at Aaron every so often. Although he was doing his best to hide it, he looked like a kid in a candy store.

You took note of the way he lingered in front of one item in particular. As your eyes lifted from the rack you were looking through, you saw him hesitate, feet planted firmly in place as he slowly reached out to feel the material. A gorgeous royal blue set, elegant in how minimal the pattern was, hung on the rack beautifully. The thin lace trim along the edges was accentuated by a simple bow between the cups.

He wondered what the bold colour might look like on you. He laughed internally as he thought to himself, “she would look stunning in anything.” As his thumb ran across the soft material, he couldn’t help but imagine it sliding smoothly beneath his palms while you were wearing it. For a split second, his mind slipped even farther into the fantasy, daydreaming about pulling you into his lap, lingerie still in tact, your bodies impossibly close.

He cleared his throat, a sad attempt at ignoring the thoughts that now consumed his mind. Blinking a few times, trying to refocus on reality, he pulled his eyes away from the material. In no time, he was glancing over at you, and he was immediately aware that he’d been caught. The cheeky smile that was plastered across your face made heat rush to his cheeks, before you gleefully looked away.

Unwilling to be apart from you any longer, he made his way through the aisles until he was standing right next to you, his hand slipping effortlessly around your waist. With a slight squeeze of your hip, he asked, “any luck finding something?”

Holding your hand up, you showed him the two you’d found. The same style you always went for, one a simple black, and the other a gorgeous light purple.

“Yep! I think I’m good to go now..” you paused, looking up at him before hinting at the set he’d had his sights on, “unless there’s something you’d like me to add?”

His pupils dilated, he couldn’t deny the urge he felt to say yes. But he knew you didn’t need it. You already had a variety of different styles and colours, which you’d proudly worn for him in the past, every single one of which he loved. Besides, it was you he was attracted to, not some flimsy fabric. Laughing lightly, he shook his head, “no, it’s okay. You get what you need.”

Raising your eyebrows at him, you gave him a second to change his mind, but he didn’t budge. “Okay..”

As you made your way to the register, Aaron was glued to your side, hand still resting on your hip, and you could feel the tension beginning to build. Though you weren’t going home with a new outfit to show off, you were still going home with him, his mind now full of all kinds of wonderful ideas, and you were prepared for whatever was to come.

The second your card was back in your purse, and the cashier was sliding your bag across the counter, he was reaching for your hand. He swiftly made his way out of the store, pulling you along behind him. You couldn’t help but laugh at how urgent his movements were, “Aaron,” you laughed, “slow down, I have short legs remember?”

He was quick to reduce his strides, “sorry, sorry..” he apologized, “I just..” he cleared his throat, “I can’t wait to get you home.” He said those last words as he looked down at you, red hot desire burning in his eyes. Your lips parted as you breathed out heavy, and he couldn’t help but smile at the affect his words had on you.

As you reached the vehicle, you were both quick to climb into your seats, and before you knew it he was whipping out of the parking lot and racing home. The entire drive, he had his arm stretched out, his hand grasping the inside of your thigh, only inches away from where your body was now aching.

If simply seeing that set hanging on the rack had him this wound up, you knew you had to have it.

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After the passion of that night, you’d found it difficult to push the memory of him running his thumb along the material out of your mind. As that tiny moment played over and over, you tried harder each time to ignore the urge you felt to rush back to the store and buy it.

Until an idea finally hit you; you were going to get boudoir photos taken in that set, just for him.

You’d always envied girls who were confident enough to take boudoir photos. The intimacy of sharing your body with someone else had always been something you struggled with, even if it was only to be photographed. But now, knowing Aaron, your sweet, loving, gentle Aaron, was going to be on the receiving end of them, made a thrill run down your spine.

You made a point of stopping at the mall on your way home from work the next day. Walking into the store, you made a bee-line straight for the spot you’d seen it hanging a few days earlier and flipped through until you found your size. Making a quick trip to the change rooms just to be sure, you couldn’t help the excitement that consumed you over how well it fit; it was almost like Aaron had just known it would be perfect for you.

In no time at all, you were back in your vehicle and checking your emails. You’d spent the entire evening before searching for the photographer who’s style you liked best. After settling on one you felt drawn towards, you’d emailed her and was now anxiously awaiting a response. As you refreshed your emails, you were sad to see your inbox free of any new messages, but you knew you needed to be patient. After all, it hadn’t even been 24 hours.

Luckily, it wasn’t long before you heard back from the photographer, and you felt nothing but pure joy as you read through the email. As you took in all the information about what would be included in the session, as well as pricing and final product options, made it all feel so real. In a matter of days, you had a date set, and now all you could do was wait.

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The few weeks between picking a date, and the day finally arriving, were excruciating; you could hardly contain your excitement. And although it was a surprise you knew he was going to love, you hated that you felt like you were keeping something from Aaron. But the day was finally here, and the butterflies in your stomach were alive and well, in the best way possible.

You’d been informed that there was a limit of 5 outfit changes per session. Not one to miss out on the opportunity for variety in your outfits, you packed your bag for the day with 4 sets you already owned that you knew Aaron loved, along with the stunning new one.

As you arrived at the studio, you were in complete awe of just how gorgeous her set up was. The large space was home to three tall windows letting in a breathtaking amount of natural light. A sheer tapestry hung on the main wall, adding a colourful pattern as the backdrop for the set.

The bed was centered on the wall, but angled slightly to add some dimension, with space between the bed frame and the wall so the photographer could capture every angle. Along the back wall was a classy velvet couch, paired with a full length mirror. And to top it all off, there was a gorgeous patterned rug in the middle of the room that you would find out was perfect for showing off that arch in your back flawlessly.

You got along with your photographer immediately, having built a bit of rapport throughout your emails, the two of you really clicked in person. She’d asked ahead of time if there were certain poses you were for or against, as well as certain parts of your body you might want to accentuate or shy away from.

You were honest, making it known that as much as you were more than excited for the confidence boost this was going to bring you, you were doing this for him. It had been a long road to loving the body you were in, and you knew a lot of the progress you’d made was because of Aaron and his constant affirmations and encouragement, and you wanted to focus on that.

You knew how much he loved your hips, his hands seeming to find their way there in almost any circumstance, whether innocent or not. You knew your breasts needed to be a main focus, with the amount of love and care he constantly showered them with. And lastly, he was always drawn to your thighs, with either a gentle hand on your leg, or how frequently he commented on how right it felt when he was buried between them.

The shoot went incredibly well; you felt sexy, and confident, and you quite honestly didn’t want it to end. With every preview you saw of the photos in between poses, you couldn’t contain the joy you felt. If you could go back in time and tell your younger self that you’d be here right now, you would have laughed. Instead, here you were, thrilled that you were giving yourself the chance to express yourself in such an intimate and empowering way.

When the session was over, you sat down with her as the photos all popped up one by one on her computer, and you began the selection process. With so many to choose from, you had to narrow it down to a total of 31 photos (typically to allow for 6 of each outfit, and 1 on the intro page), all of which would be printed in a photo album, one with a sleek black cover where you would have the phrase “for your eyes only” embossed in the center.

The last thing you did before finishing the selection of photos to be included was making one specific request; when the photo album was being designed and printed, you wanted the photos in that new royal blue set to be on the final pages. You wanted those photos to be the very last ones he saw.

As time passed, you found yourself more and more impatient as you waited for your photo album to be complete. It was the end of January when you’d received an email update from your photographer letting you know that it was ready. Picking it up from the studio, you two looked through it just to make sure it was what you wanted, and you couldn’t ignore the excitement that welled in your chest. It was perfect, and you could only imagine how Aaron would react once he had it within his grasp. You thanked her profusely for everything, and left feeling lighter than air.

On the drive home, you tried to come up with a plan for how you were going to give it to him, and that’s when you realized you were only a little over two weeks way from Valentine’s Day. Though it hadn’t been your original intention, and waiting the extra 17 days might just prove to be more difficult than you’d imagined, you decided you were going to wait.

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When February 14th finally rolled around, those same butterflies you’d felt on the day of the photoshoot were back. You two had decided on a romantic walk through the Moongate Garden, and a nice dinner out, before returning home to spend the rest of the evening in. You couldn’t wait to give Aaron his gift, and you eagerly anticipated what was surely to follow.

You’d picked this specific dress for a reason; it was an almost identical match to the colour of the new lingerie set you were wearing underneath. The way the dress hugged your curves in all the right places made your confidence grow, with the v-neck accentuating your breasts flawlessly, and the long sleeves giving it a light and airy feel. Turning around and looking over your shoulder in the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile at how well it followed the curve of your hips; Aaron was going to have a field day.

You slipped into your heels before exiting the bedroom to find him sitting on the edge of the couch, patiently waiting for you to finish getting resdy. As his eyes lifted and connected with yours, his jaw visibly dropped, as he blinked a couple times. Taking in the sight of you in front of him, he stood and immediately made his way towards you, “you’re absolutely stunning, sweetheart.”

You felt heat rise in your cheeks as you reached your hands out to him, “thank you, Aaron. You don’t look too shabby yourself,” you admitted, gently grabbing hold of his tie.

He smiled down at you, before you tugged lightly on his tie, pulling his lips to yours and kissing him tenderly. His hands finding their way to your hips like they always did, he pulled you closer to him, and sighed contentedly against your lips. He broke away from the kiss so he could lean forward and whisper in your ear, “let’s get going, before I change my mind and decide to keep you home all night..”

An excited chill ran through your body and straight to your core, as you tried your best to play it off like you weren’t affected by his words, “always such a tease..” You spoke as your placed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, before letting go of his tie and making your way towards the door.

He eagerly followed, and before you knew it you were walking hand in hand through the stunning garden, just as the sun was setting. The warm orange glow from the sky made everything breathtaking; if you’d asked him, he would have said that included you.

A couple hours later, you were making your way back to your vehicle after enjoying a fantastic dinner at one of your favourite spots. Once you were both settled in your seats, you thanked him for the wonderful evening.

“I should be thanking you,” his voice was soft as he spoke, “you’ve been putting up with me for nearly three years now,” he teased, “I can promise you, I’m the lucky one.”

Although you knew he was teasing in that moment, you also knew there was always that hint of feeling unworthy of love that lingered in the back of his mind. Like at any moment the other shoe would drop and you would leave him, too. But you were quick to put his mind at ease, “Hey.. We’re in this together, remember?” He nodded gently. “I love you, Aaron.”

After that exchange, you knew you couldn’t have picked a more perfect night to give him his gift. You wanted him to know how much you cared for him, how much you trusted him, and how much you desired him. Surely giving him a photo album full of intimate photos, just for him, would do the trick.

He leaned over the centre console of the vehicle and kissed your lips tenderly. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

Your eyes smiled back at him, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

Before pulling out of the parking lot, he was reaching into his jacket pocket in search of something. As his hand came into view, you saw him grasping a tiny silver box with a simple red ribbon holding it shut. He was silent as he handed it to you, and you reached out to pick it up gently. You looked up at him and he smiled softly in return, “open it.”

Sliding the ribbon off the side, you pulled back the top of the box and a smile graced your lips as you took in the sight of the gorgeous necklace in your hand. He knew you so damn well. Gold jewelry, minimalistic in style, with the dainty outline of a tulip, your favourite flower, pressed into the metal.

You looked up at him, the love you had for him clear as day in your eyes, “Aaron.. it’s perfect.”

A bashful smile lit up his face, “yeah? You like it?”

Nodding your head, you leaned forward and kissed him gently, “I love it.” You smiled at each other as you placed one last peck against his lips, “thank you.”

There was no hiding the smile on his face, “you’re welcome. I love you, Y/N.”

Your heart fluttered, “I love you, too.” Excitement settled deep in your chest as you spoke once more, “and I have something for you, but it’s at home.” Nodding in response, he put the vehicle in reverse and was soon pulling out of the parking lot.

On the drive home, you’d pulled the necklace out of the box and fastened it in place. Pulling down the visor in front of you, you looked in the mirror and admired how perfect it looked hanging around your neck. With a quick glance to the side, he smiled, clearly agreeing.

Once home, he held your hand as he lead you up the front walkway and through the door. Flipping the lock, he turned to face you and you wordlessly stepped together, connecting your lips immediately. It wasn’t long before he was leading you towards the couch, not wanting to be without you on top of him any longer.

As he turned his back to the couch, getting ready to fall back and pull you into his lap, you paused. Pulling your lips away from his, you looked him in the eyes as you rested your palms against his chest and playfully pushed him backwards. Once his back was flush against the couch, and you were standing in front of him, you slowly leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “wait here.”

He exhaled hard as he watched you walk away. You glanced over your shoulder, teasingly making sure he was still sitting there, and he had to pull his eyes away from the way your hips swayed effortlessly in that dress to meet your line of sight. A cheeky smile spread like wildfire across his face when he realized he’d been caught.

Digging to the back of the closet where you’d hidden the photo album, you grabbed hold of it and swiftly made your way back out to the living room. He could tell you were holding something behind your back, and he raised an eyebrow at you in question.

Sitting on the couch next to him, the album still hidden, you did your best to explain what your intentions were, and how much it meant to you, before simply handing it over. “So.. this is something I’ve always wanted to do..” you trailed off, and he listened intently, an encouraging smile on his face, “but it took a long time for me to get to the point where I was comfortable and confident enough to do it.”

Although he wasn’t sure exactly what you were talking about just yet, he continued to listen, reaching out and placing an encouraging hand on your knee. “So, as much as this is a gift for you, it’s also a thank you. For helping me grow into my skin, and for loving me the way you do. You say you’re the lucky one, but it’s not lost on me how thankful I am to have you either.” The way his face lit up at your words made your heart swell.

Bringing his hand up to the side of your face, he leaned close and kissed your forehead gently, “I love you so much, my sweet girl.”

The soft smile on your face soon transformed into a giddy one, and the butterflies in your stomach made themselves known once again. “Okay..” you breathed out, “this is for you..”

Your whole body shook excitedly as you brought it out from behind your back, his eyes following your hands intently as you placed it in his lap. As he read the four words written on the front in gold script, “for your eyes only”, he ran his fingers across the letters as he slowly looked up at you.

Repeating his sentiment from earlier, you simply said, “open it,” as a soft smile pulled at the corner of your lips.

Glancing back down at the album in his hands, he pulled open the cover and was greeted with a stunning close up of you from the shoulders up, but it was still clear what you were wearing. Your eyes were closed and your head was tilted to the side slightly, with one hand grasping one of the straps and pulling it off your shoulder. A simple handwritten note underneath read:

“For Aaron: my joy, my heart, my world.”

Blinking a few times, he looked back up at you and you could see the realization on his face. The love he had for you was radiating from the smile that crinkled his eyes, before he pulled his gaze away from you, focusing back on the pages in front of him. The nerves that had settled deep in the pit of your stomach slowly dissipated once he flipped the page and let out an airy breath.

The spread on the first two pages was a collage of which outfits were to come, all close up shots of the details of each set; all of them except the royal blue one that is. As his eyes trailed across the page, if it wasn’t already clear they were photos of you, there was no denying it now, as he immediately recognized the different pieces you’d worn for him in the past. Reaching his hand out, he gently trailed his fingertips along the page, taking in each photo, one after the other.

The first photo was of a flawless white set, floral lace covering the surface and adding small pops of colour throughout. It was the first set you’d ever worn for him, on your first anniversary.

The second photo was of a sexy red set, tiny hearts scattered across it, the sheer material making your nipples visible. You’d worn it for Valentine’s Day the year before.

The third photo was of a gorgeous blush pink set, and one of his favourites, the lace making you look absolutely divine. This set was always a go-to for both of you, especially after a certain instance when you’d snuck the panties into his suitcase.

The fourth and final photo was of a stunning burgundy set, one that had added straps across the top of both of your breasts, accentuation their curves. He’d bought this one for you as a Christmas gift your second year together.

You watched his face intently as he took it all in; the way his lips parted slightly, and his eyes lingered on each photo, made pride well in your chest. He finally looked back up at you, and you could see the desire beginning to burn behind the love and care in his eyes. Leaning towards you, he reached his hand up to capture the back of your neck, before pulling your lips to his passionately.

Almost unable to contain yourself, you leaned into it and cupped his face with both of your hands, as your tongues danced with each other momentarily. You finally pulled back, both of you near breathless, and you rested your forehead against his.

“Fuck, I love you..” he whispered.

You let out an airy laugh, “I love you, too..” You kissed his lips once more before stating, “keep looking..”

There was no hiding the eagerness in his eyes now, but he pushed it aside for the time being, knowing both of you wanted him to finish looking through the entire album. Little did he know, he was in for quite the surprise, and you couldn’t wait.

As he flipped through the pages, image after image of you showing yourself off for him seared themselves into his mind. One particular photo he hesitated on was one of you kneeling in front of the mirror. Facing the camera, with your back to the mirror, it gave him the perfect view of all of you. The way your hair fell to the side when you tilted your head, with your fingers in your hair. The way your thighs looked, spread ever so slightly, inviting him in. And the way your ass rested gently on your heels, looking all too perfect for his hands to grasp.

After that one, he needed to take a second to gather himself. There were still a few pages to go, and he was already turned on beyond belief. He cleared his throat and swallowed hard, before breathing deep and looking up at you. “You are so gorgeous, my girl. I can’t believe I get you all to myself.”

You blinked slowly a couple times, the way his dominant and possessive side flickered in his tone made heat pool between your legs. You leaned forward to kiss his lips tenderly, “I’m yours. All yours.”

Your words made it next to impossible for him to continue, wanting nothing more than to toss the album aside and start undressing you right then and there. But he didn’t. With his jaw clenched, he turned back to the album in front of him, before taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out.

Finally turning the page once more, there they were, the stunning photos of you in that royal blue set scattered the pages in full colour. With your eyes locked on him, you felt your body exhale at the way his jaw dropped, and his eyes widened, “is this.. that’s the same..” He was having a hard time articulating the emotions running through his mind. It was the same set he’d been dreaming of for months, he knew it.

Lifting his head, he eagerly looked at you in search of reassurance of what he knew was true. You nodded enthusiastically, and before you could speak, his lips were crashing into yours again. Giggling through the kiss, you reluctantly pulled away and confessed, “I went back the next day.. I couldn’t resist.”

His eyes scanned your face longingly; he was in complete disbelief over the fact that the amount of love he felt for you was able fit inside his chest at once. He didn’t know what he’d done in his life to deserve to have you by his side, but here you were, and you were his entire world.

At a complete loss for words, he simply turned his focus back to the photos in his hands. It was the way your breasts fit perfectly inside the cups, and the way the cheeky cut of the underwear made your ass look divine. He couldn’t stop staring. He was slow to turn the page, as more photos filled his mind, doing nothing but making him fall even deeper in love with you.

You’d done all of this for him. He could hardly believe it. You two had been intimate together countless times before, so seeing you like this was nothing new. And yet somehow, this was completely different. This was more permanent, he’d have it forever. It was something he would be able to turn to when you weren’t there. It would be a reminder of the love you had for him. Not to mention the fact that you’d gone to the effort of putting yourself out there in a way you never thought you could before, just to prove to him that he was worthy of love. Maybe he was doing something right after all.

The last two pages had a single photo on each, both taking up the entire page. The first was one of you in the middle of the floor on that gorgeous rug, with your knees bent and toes pointed, your back arching off the floor, and your hair shining flawlessly in the light. The second was a shot of you in the centre of the bed, lying on your stomach, arms stretched above your head with your ass in the air slightly, your hair the perfect amount of tousled as it fell to the side.

With another deep breath out, he closed the back cover of the album and carefully set it on the coffee table in front of him. Looking over at you, he spoke breathlessly, “come here..” In no time at all, he was reaching out to you, hands finding their way to your hips as he pulled you into his lap, finally. Kissing you passionately, a soft giggle of yours made him smile against your lips, before you both wrapped your arms around each other and held on tight.

You whispered against his neck, “so.. do you like it?”

Pulling back from your embrace slightly, his arms still around your waist and your hands now on his shoulders, he confessed, “do I..” he trailed off, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, “sweetheart.. I love it. And I love you.” With one hand now resting on the side of your face, he ran his thumb across your cheek lovingly. “It’s an incredibly generous gift. You did all of that, for me?” he breathed out hot, “I just.. I have no words.. I don’t know how I could ever thank you enough.”

As you listened to his words, your heart swelled, and you couldn’t help the flustered smile that made its home on your face. Leaning forward, you kissed him once more before looking him in the eyes and admitting cheekily, “well.. I can think of a few things..”

He didn’t need to be asked twice, as he smiled wide at your implication, before connecting his lips to yours once more. With both of his hands back on your hips, he pulled you even father into his lap, as your lips parted to allow his eager tongue to slip past. He kissed you deep, and slow, with your fingers carding through his hair, you tugged ever so gently, causing him to moan against your lips.

He was still urgent in his movements, still desperate to have you, but things had taken an unexpected turn. Something about the vulnerability of you putting yourself out there like that, just for him, had turned the evening on it’s axis. What you both thought was going to be a night full of hungry, rough, and heated sex, had quickly turned into what you now both understood was going to be a night of making tender, deep, and passionate love with each other.

Regardless of how things progressed, one thing was always true, and that was the care he put into making sure you were more than satisfied by the end of the evening. And tonight would be no different.

You felt his hands slowly move from your hips to slide along your thighs. Once he reached the hem of your dress, he began pushing the material back, exposing you to him. As one hand slid even farther under your dress, he applied gentle pressure with his thumb, caressing your core through the thin fabric of your underwear. The second his thumb made contact with the material, he knew exactly what you were wearing.

Halting his movements, he pulled his lips away from yours to look you in the eyes, his pupils blown wide. “You’re wearing the blue one, aren’t you?” You nodded lightly, your breathing laboured. He swallowed deep, “you’ve been wearing it all night?”

You nodded again, “oops.. did I forget to tell you that part?” you teased.

The way his eyes darkened made heat pool between your legs, “fuck sweetheart.. show me..”

He helped you up, and once you were standing in front of him, you leaned forward and gently grabbed hold of his tie. “Okay.. but you first..”

He didn’t hesitate, tugging on the knot and pulling the fabric from around his neck before tossing it aside, making you both laugh. Kneeling in front of him, you started working on his belt while he pulled his suit jacket off and undid the buttons on his shirt. In no time at all, he was stripped down to nothing but his boxers, his already hard length making itself know.

Before standing again, you leaned forward and trailed kisses across his chest, and down his stomach, before placing one final kiss against him through the fabric of his boxers. You smiled at the moan that escaped his lips as you did, causing your walls to clench around nothing.

Knowing the new lingerie would mean he’d want you to undress for him, you’d planned for it. You wanted to make it easy for yourself by picking something that not only matched the lingerie set, but was stretchy enough that it would come off easily. Once you were standing, you carefully pulled the sleeves down one at a time, slipping your arms out the top.

You effortlessly hooked your thumbs in the now crumpled material, pulling it down past your breasts, and past your waist, before finally dropping it to the floor. With the lingerie set now on full display for him, accentuated beautifully by the dainty gold necklace still hanging around your neck, he was nearly speechless once again. “You.. sweetheart, you’re..” he mumbled, “fuck, you’re so gorgeous..”

Smiling at his flustered confession, you moved forward in an attempt to rest your weight in his lap once more. As you did, he spread his legs slightly, and guided one of his knees between yours. It didn’t take long for you to figure out why he’d done what he had, as your already soaking core made contact with his thigh.

With his hands immediately finding their way to your hips, he encouraged you to begin rocking back and forth, dragging your still clothed core along the muscles in his thigh. The feeling was already so good, as you tipped your head back, your hair falling behind your shoulders, giving him a direct view of the stunning colour that clothed your body.

He gently ran his palms up your sides, before bringing them to the front of your body, cupping your breasts in his large hands. As he ran his thumbs across the material, you both knew this was exactly what he’d imagined in the store that day. You on top of him, using him to make yourself feel good, as he trailed his palms along the material; the thought made heat rush through your veins.

With your hands planted firmly on his chest, keeping yourself steady, your body got used to the familiar contact in no time, and you desperately needed more. The moan that escaped your lips told him as much, so his hands were back on your hips in an instant, gripping your soft flesh with his fingertips, and helping you move faster.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart? he asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it anyway. When you simply nodded your head in response, he prompted you again, “Yeah?”

Your heart was racing, “yes..” you admitted between deep breaths, “Aaron, it feels so good.”

With your climax quickly approaching, he could feel the tension building with how uneven your movements had become, “are you going to cum for me?” Again, you could only nod in response, your breathing getting more and more ragged by the second; the feeling was almost too much. “Good, that’s my good girl. You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he encouraged, “fuck, you look so good like this.”

Bringing your hands up to the side of his face, you pulled his lips to yours and kissed him deeply. He was quick to respond, kissing you back with just as much passion, all while his hands still had a firm grasp on your hips. As you got closer and closer to the edge, you felt the muscles in his thigh tense, and you knew he was doing it on purpose.

Separating your lips from his, you rested your forehead against his. “Ohhh..” you moaned, “Aaron, I’m close.. I’m so close..”

With a huge grin on his face, he kept a firm grasp on your hips, “yeah, that’s it, cum for me sweet girl..”

The praise that fell of his lips was all you needed, as your body crested the wave. With your body shaking, and hips stuttering, you felt relief consume your mind as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. You gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders with what little energy you had left in you, and nuzzled your head into his neck.

Your heavy breathing began to slow as he gently ran his fingers through your hair and whispered in your ear, “shhh, shhh, there you go. I love you so much, sweetheart. Yeah, just breathe.”

Once you’d caught your breath again, you laughed softly against his neck, “shit.. that was so good.”

He laughed right along with you, “yeah? You liked that, huh?” You hummed in agreement, before nuzzling your body even closer to his.

With his arms still holding you close, his palms exploring your soft skin, he trailed his fingers along the back of your bra, revelling in the way the smooth material complimented your skin so flawlessly.

It wasn’t long before your hips started moving along his thigh once again, and he couldn’t help but chuckle, “does my girl want more already?”

Sighing heavily, your body still impossibly close to his, you admitted, “yes, more, please..”

With a huge smile on his face, he encouraged you to lift your weight off his lap so you could readjust, “lay back sweetheart, let me take care of you..”

Exhaling deep at his words, you didn’t hesitate, allowing him to help you lay back, your shoulders resting on the arm of the couch. It was a tight squeeze with both of you laying on the couch, but you’d made it work so many times before that it was like second nature for both of you. The way you spread your legs wide for him, and the way he nuzzled himself between your thighs, right where he always loved to be.

Gazing down at him, eyelids still heavy under the weight of your first release, you watched as he gently ran his fingers along the outside of the fabric covering your soft lips. “You’re so wet, sweetheart, we’ve ruined these already..” he spoke through a smirk, before he leaned forward and kissed you gently through the material.

He took his time, getting you riled you up ever so slowly with soft kisses against the outside of your panties, before finally pulling the now soaking fabric to the side and eagerly attaching his lips to your body. The moan that graced your lips was music to his ears, and in no time at all, he felt the familiar tugging of your hands in his hair. Allowing your head to drop back, you did your best to relax and enjoy the pleasure he was offering. With long, firm swipes of his tongue through your folds, he took his time devouring you.

With one arm wrapped around your hip, his hand lying flat against your stomach holding you in place, he continued with the calculated motions of his tongue against your body. But it wasn’t long until the familiar feeling of him lining his fingers up with your entrance consumed your mind. And before you knew it, he was slowly guiding two fingers between your tight walls, his name blissfully falling off your lips.

With a slight curling motion, he gently ran the pads of his fingers against that spongey spot inside you, over and over and over. All the while, his tongue was still dancing effortlessly against your swollen clit.

“Oh fuck.. yeah, right there..” you could feel the smile that spread across his face at your pleas, “Aaron.. don’t stop, oh please don’t stop.”

In a matter of seconds, he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, as your grasp on his hair tightened. Slowing his movements ever so slightly, he drew your pleasure out of you as long as you would allow, until he felt your slight nudge on his head telling him that was enough.

As you desperately tried to regain your composure, your chest heaving, he trailed soft kisses along the inside of your thighs in between words of praise. “That’s my girl..” a tender kiss on the inside of your knee, “so sexy when you’re cumming for me..” another gentle kiss farther up your thigh, “so beautiful, sweetheart.”

Resting his cheek against the inside of your thigh, he slowly brought his fingers back up and gently ran them through your folds, smiling wide at the way your body shuddered at the overstimulation. As a gentle laugh escaped your lips at the feeling, you finally lifted your head and looked down at him. As your eyes met, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as he placed another gentle kiss against the inside of your thigh.

Repeating his sentiment from earlier, you reach your arms out to him and whispered, “come here..”

Without hesitation, he carefully pulled your hips farther down the couch so you’re shoulders were flat against the cushions, causing you to giggle lightly. With his body now caging you in from above, you wasted no time in wrapping your legs around his waist, with your hands on either side of his face, pulling his lips to yours. You could taste your own release on his tongue, and it made heat rush through your veins, as you hummed against his lips.

“Aaron..” you mumbled, “I want to feel you..”

“Okay..” he mumbled just as you had, “here?” inquiring if you wanted to get more comfortable in the bedroom.

Nodding softly, you admitted, “right here. I just want you..”

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth, “okay.” Placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, he swiftly leaned back and removed his boxers, tossing them to the side.

Hovering over you again, he gently caressed the side of your face with one hand, while carefully lining himself up with the other. Gazing into your eyes, he asked softly, “you ready, sweetheart?” You nodded, your soft hum of agreement gripping his chest in the best way.

With that, he was gently pushing his hips closer to yours, his length stretching you inch by inch. As your lips parted, a soft sigh escaping, he dropped his head beside yours and you felt your body exhale at the way he groaned in your ear.

He started slow, pulling out of you gently before pushing back into you, and you could have sworn you’d never felt him this deep before. The way his hands instinctively found their way into your hair, the way his breath on your neck made you shiver, and the way his body rubbed blissfully against your clit, had your body tightening around him.

With your legs still around his waist, pulling him closer with every thrust, you held him tight with your arms around his shoulders, your nails trailing along his skin. “Oh Aaron, ohhhh fuck..” you were breathless again, “you’re so deep.. I love you so much..”

With another quiet moan in your ear, he trailed kisses along your neck, “I love you too, my girl..” His lips captured yours once more, and he swallowed the sounds you made as he began moving faster. With every drag of his length out of your walls, and every passionate thrust forward, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to another climax.

With one more gentle nudge of your body with his, you felt ecstasy wash over you. “Yeahhh, there you go..” he whispered against your neck, “that’s my good girl.. fuck you feel so good..” Your breathing was laboured, as your grasp on his body tightened, holding him impossibly close.

As you slowly began to catch your breath again, he trailed gentle kisses along your neck, and your jaw, before capturing your lips with his once more. And once you felt like you’d recovered enough, you spoke excitedly, “okay, now it’s my turn..” as you encouraged him to sit up.

Once he was sitting, his back against the couch, you straddled his lap, and immediately his hands were on your hips. With your panties still pulled to the side, you reached behind your back and undid the clasp on your bra. You took pleasure in watching the way his eyes were glued to your chest as you pulled the material off your body and tossed it aside.

With his hands reaching up to cup your breasts, he gently twirled your nipples between his fingers, causing your back to arch instinctually. Unable to resist any longer, you reached down between your bodies and lined him up with your core once again, before sinking down on his length.

Repeating your motions from earlier, his hands gravitated towards your hips yet again, as you began rocking back and forth. Desperately wanting to hold him close, you leaned your chest against his and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders.

The quicker you moved, the closer he got to the edge, and through gritted teeth he confessed, “I’m so close.. sweetheart I’m going to cum..”

With one final rock of your hips, you lifted your body off his and immediately reached down to grasp him in your hand. Resting your forehead against his, you spoke softly, “yeah? Go ahead.. cum for me my love..”

With your soft fingers wrapped around him, moving up and down sensually, it wasn’t long before his body was reaching its high. With a deep moan rumbling in his chest, his hips stuttered and you smiled at the soft grunts that escaped his lips. With his hands still grasping your hips, fingertips digging into your skin, his hips bucked instinctually a couple times as he spilled his release across his abdomen. You continued with your motions until you felt the tell-tale shiver of it being too much run through his body.

He dropped his head back against the couch, a deep sigh consuming his chest, as you leaned forward and placed tender kisses along his jaw. He took a moment to simply enjoy the bliss that clouded his mind, before kissing your lips tenderly.

Once his heart rate began to slow, and he could finally catch his breath again, he stated quietly, “you didn’t.. I’m, I’m sorry.. I couldn’t last long enough for you to have another..”

Shaking your head in response, you laughed gently, “oh, no Aaron, it’s okay..” it was your turn to place a loving kiss against his forehead, “you’ve already given me my fair share..”

He objected once again, “no, you can give me one more, I know you can..” He was quick to slide one of his hands over your thigh and between your legs. You felt heat rise in your cheeks at his persistence, so you didn’t try to stop him, as his fingers found their way along your folds yet again. The soft moan you let out at the contact only urged him on.

With your hands planted firmly on his chest again, and your eyes connected with his, you lifted your hips a little father, just as he slipped two fingers inside you. The sounds that left your lips drove him wild, as he began with those same curling motions deep within you, his thumb strategically placed on you clit.

It didn’t take much for him to get you going again, and the smile on his face made your heart flutter. “I can feel you, sweetheart.. you’re close again aren’t you?”

A soft, “mhm..” was all you could get out, as your eyelids slowly closed, giving into the pleasure.

You leaned forward and rested your forehead against his, as he kept up with those same glorious motions between your legs. Before you knew it, you felt that same euphoria reach its peak. As your fourth orgasm of the night ripped through your body, it took everything in you not to completely collapse on top of him. Your legs shook, and your breath caught in your throat, but he didn’t stop, wanting to draw it out as long as possible.

Sliding your hands up, you gripped his shoulders tight as pleasure consumed you. When it finally reached the point of too much, you breathed out his name, “Aaron..” and he swiftly pulled his fingers out.

Collapsing into his lap, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, sighing heavily. He laughed breathlessly against your chest, his arms circling your waist and holding you close. You both sat there for what felt like an eternity, his palms running along your back comfortingly, as you placed lazy kisses against his neck.

Breaking the silence, he whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

Trailing your kisses along his jaw, you captured his lips with yours tenderly, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

With another gentle kiss against your lips, he leaned back to look in your eyes, one hand coming up to rest on the side of your face, “let’s get cleaned up.”

You laughed softly, “okay.”

Standing from the couch, he made sure to hold your hands tight, knowing your legs would be a little unsteady in the aftermath of everything you’d just experienced. Once he was standing, he gently encouraged you to lead the way with a nod of his head. Still holding one hand in yours, he trailed close behind you as you made your way to your ensuite bathroom.

You quickly threw your hair into a messy bun, before starting the bath, checking to make sure the water was warm enough, and adding some of your favourite bubble bath. As you turned back to face him, he crouched down in front of you and slowly pulled the panties that you were still wearing down your legs, discarding them in the sink to be washed by hand later.

Grabbing a small wash cloth, he held it under the running water before kneeling in front of you once more. He gently grasped your ankles one at a time, and lifted them to rest your foot on his thigh. Each time, he guided the warm cloth up the inside of your leg, before focusing on your thigh. Finally, he very carefully ran the warmth along your folds, two, three, four times, just to make sure you were comfortable.

Placing a gentle kiss against your knee, he finally set your foot back down before standing. He used the wash cloth to clean his own thighs, before finally wiping his release off his stomach, and tossing the cloth in the sink as well.

Facing each other once again, you reached your arms out to him, and he smiled softly, pulling you into his embrace and holding you tight. He kissed the top of your head, and whispered against your hair, “thank you for the gift, sweetheart. Thank you for trusting me, and thank you for allowing me to love you.”

Looking up at him, you stood on your tiptoes and kissed his lips tenderly, wrapping your arms even tighter around him. “Anything for you, Aaron.”

With a gentle kiss to your forehead, he finally released you from his grasp, before leaning down to shut the water off. With one hand holding yours, he kept you steady while you stepped over the side of the bath and settled under the bubbles. Sliding back, you made room for him in front of you, and in no time he was lowering himself into the water facing you.

Another tight squeeze, but it was something else you’d done countless times before and was now second nature. Sliding your legs alongside each other, you both leaned back against opposite ends. With your elbow resting on the side of the bath, you leaned your head against your hand and stared at him lovingly.

The soft smile that graced your lips caused a flustered grin to spread across his face, “what are you thinking about?”

Your smile grew as you admitted, “how happy you make me.”

The love he felt for you in that moment completely took his breath away. With a sharp exhale, his eyes trailed from the messy bun top of your head, down to your lips, along your arm that was resting on the side of the bath, and finally to the gold necklace still hanging around your neck.

When he finally looked back up at you, you simply gazed into each other’s eyes as he attempted to gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth to speak, but was ultimately unable to; he found himself utterly speechless. All he wanted to do was hold you.

He carefully readjusted so his legs were on either side of your hips, and guided your feet over his thighs, pulling you close as you settled your legs around his waist. With your bodies tangled together once more, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, as one of his hands rested on your lower back, the other gently cupping the side of your face. His thumb ran back and forth across your cheek, as he placed a kiss to your forehead, then on the tip of your nose, before finally capturing your lips with his.

Pulling back slightly, he gazed into your eyes longingly and whispered, “I love you so much. I can’t imagine life without you by my side.”

Your eyes smiled back at him, and you kissed him gently before responding, “I guess that makes two of us.”

He laughed softly at your words, pulling you even closer and resting his forehead against yours.

It wasn’t long before you were both readjusting once more, so your back was leaning against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around your shoulders. As he nuzzled his head beside yours, you both stayed there for quite a while, on the verge of falling asleep, until he gently nudged you. The bubbles were long gone, and you had to admit the water was definitely starting to get cold.

Once you were both out of the bath and dried off, you followed him out to your bedroom where you slid on a pair of underwear and he pulled on some boxers and a t-shirt. In no time, he was grabbing one of those quarter zip sweaters he knew you loved so much and turning to you. “Here you go, sweetheart,” he spoke quietly as he helped you slide the soft material over your head.

In the warm glow of the bedside lamp, his heart swelled at how exquisite you looked; he couldn’t wait to curl up in bed and fall asleep with you in his arms.

The way he looked at you wasn’t lost on you, and you asked sheepishly, “what?”

He blinked slowly, nothing but love radiating from the warm smile on his face. Closing the gap between you, he gently lifted your chin so your attention was on him, as he gazed into your eyes longingly. “Oh it’s nothing really..” he teased softly, “it’s just, I love you is all..”

You felt your chest tighten, and you breathed deep as your body attempted to process the joy that consumed you. There was something about this moment, something about the love you’d just shared, and the vulnerability of the evening, that had you falling even deeper in love with him.

Standing on your tiptoes, you connected your lips with his tenderly, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him close. When you finally pulled away, you lingered, brushing your nose against his playfully, “I love you, too..”

You could hear the smile that spread across his face, as he let out a soft laugh, cupping your face in his hands. Placing a gentle kiss against your forehead, he spoke once more, “come on, let’s get some sleep.”

With his hand on your lower back, he lead you over to the bed before pulling back the covers for you. In no time he was shutting the lamp off and climbing in beside you, rolling onto his side and reaching his hands out to you. You didn’t hesitate, tucking your arms into your chest like you always did, and allowed his strong arms to encompass your body. As he held you tight against his chest, you nuzzled your head under his chin and tangled your feet with his.

Your eyes slowly closed, and it wasn’t long before you were drifting off to sleep. The way your body relaxed in his grasp, and the way your chest rose and fell a bit heavier than it had minutes earlier, were telltale signs that you were fast asleep.

He placed a tender kiss on the top of your head, and although you couldn’t hear him, he whispered against your hair, “I’m going to marry you one day..” before closing his eyes and succumbing to his own weariness.

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f10werfae · 2 years

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The Boudoir Book (Drabble)

Pairing: Husband!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Summary: Y/n creates a boudoir book for her new husband, and waits to see his reaction

Boudoir: A boudoir session is a photography session where you wear sexy outfits, lingerie, dresses, or even go scantily clad and get your photographs taken

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

I finished putting together my new spicy present for Chris, something I was supposed to give him during our wedding three weeks ago. However, I only got the photos done by my friend who actually specialises in Boudoir shoots,

Taking pictures of me nude, in all sorts of positions, and pictures in lingerie of course.

I had decided to compile all the pictures into this massive leather book, with a cover that said

“To Chris,

Forever yours, Y/n”

Putting on some red lipstick I left some smooch marks on some pages and wrote some not so friendly comments under each photograph. Photographs with me in the bathtub, upside down on the couch, on all fours, spreading my legs, heck you name the position and I bet you I was in it.

Pushing myself out of Chris' office chair I called him in after kicking him out for the whole day, listening as I heard him quickly run into the room,

“Ya done baby?” He asked walking over and pulling me closer by my waist, his arms pulling me in for a tiny snuggle.

“Yeah n’ sit down I wanna give you somethin”

“Alright then anything for you my girl” He teased kissing me softly before sitting down, bringing me onto his lap with his arms hugging my waist

“This is your gift, I know it’s a bit late but I wanted to take my time on it” I whispered sliding it over and watching him unravel the ribbon after tracing his fingers over the lettering on the cover

“Forever mine huh? You are so precious”

“Shut up and look at your present before I hit you”

“Alright mrs bossy pants, don’t worry though i’m forever yours too”

My breath hitched when he opened the first page, he immediately snapped the book closed,

“WOAHOOO DID I JUST SEE WHAT I THINK I JUST SAW?!” He shouted triumphantly, his eyes now big and wide like a child’s

“Jus keep goin hun” I said, letting my hands play with the hair on the back of his head, his fingers taking their tame tracing over each photo and word on the page.

“Did ya like it?”

“Like it? I loved it, i’m takin this book everywhere with me, gonna carry my gorgeous wife around with me everywhere n' no one can stop me. Now I have an alternative to our tapes-“

“You are ridiculous” I interrupted laughing, a sheet of embarrassment coming over me as I stood up from the chair and faced him.

“Hey hey bunny, listen can ya blame me? I jus got an album with my wife’s knockers out and everythin else” He teases standing up, his hands going underneath my shirt to grope my chest.

“No bra today?”

“Not today hun” I teased back

“Hopefully none tomorrow either” He replied giving them another squeeze

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chaosgremlinmunson · 29 days

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April fools?...🫣😳

Minors dni, smutty funny content ahead, 18+ only please!

Eddie had a plan. He was sure it was going to either be hilarious or he was about to die by either Robin Buckley or Steve Harrington’s hand by the end of the day, but he had a plan. First thing was first though, he had to get Chrissy on board, and that, he was sure, was about to be a challenge. However, as luck would have it she also thought it was a great idea. Well, she thought he was hiding the eggs in the appropriate room, but hey, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt right? Right? Ok, so maybe his platonic soulmate might also kill him, but no one could ever say Eddie Munson didn't commit to the bit.

He strolled into melvads on Friday morning grabbing bags of cheap plastic eggs, and snickered when he saw glitter as well, thought why not and tossed it in his cart as well. When he approached the counter the teenage cashier just looked at him for a moment, rolled her eyes and rang him up. He bought a couple disposable cameras as well, and headed back to his van making his way to his and Chrissy's apartment. When he came in she was sitting in the armchair, near her leg was a couple bags from their favorite fetish shop out in Indy and she grinned at him.

“You think Robin will finally get the clue I'm into her after her Easter gift?” She twirled her hair around a finger, and reached into her own bag laying out a baby blue corset and pointed to his bag, “don't worry I got the things you wrote down for yours.”

Eddie laughed, coming to sit beside her kissing her temple, “I think if anything, she's definitely going to have some thoughts after this.”

((smut under the cut))

They made a night of it going full on fashion show, boudoir shoot. Eddie trusted Chrissy for the more exposed photos, he wrapped himself in nothing but a sunshine yellow ribbon, accentuating every curve, and giving a full view to the thick swollen present he wanted Steve to have most of all.

The photos were developed that weekend, a friend owing him a favor, asking no questions, and Eddie got set to stuff the eggs. Half with photos, the other half glitter bombs. He waited for Tuesday when they'd have their weekly movie night, the one night they all collectively had a scheduled day off and came to Steve's and while Steve showered he got busy hiding the eggs around the house. He had practiced acting innocent when he was anything but, so no one was any the wiser when they all gathered. Robin found the first egg as she and Chrissy went to sit on the loveseat.

Robin looked at the egg confused for a moment before opening it, falling sideways while screeching and throwing the egg at Eddie's head. Steve came rushing over, leaned down to pick up the egg and his face went crimson seeing Eddie in a leather harness and assless chaps. He gulped and looked up at Eddie, and walked back to the kitchen to grab their drinks and then screeched himself, finding another egg Eddie had hidden.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” He said running out and handing the egg straight to Chrissy, refusing eye contact. She looked down to see the photo she's taken riding her toy in the corset, her face going red in embarrassment before standing up and tackling Eddie straight to the floor.

“Edward Nathaniel Kristof Munson! You said they would be hidden in their rooms and only Robin would see me, and that I would win my Birdy! You lied, you, dramatic, overgrown, wet cat! I'm burning your leather chaps, and your new yellow sparkle plug!” Chrissy had him pinned her hands gripping his hair not realizing the absolute bombshell she just dropped as Eddie yelped.

“Chris! Chrissy-bee, love of my life, queen of the world, most beautiful and wonderful best friend of mine, I did it for April fools! She still got to see! And at least this way you know she's going to see it!” He was wiggling under her trying to get away.

“I'm going to put bleach in your shampoo, I'm going to replace all your records with pop music! I'm going to tell Steve about the scrapbook!” She was screeching at him, her tiny frame hid how strong she really was and Eddie was starting to regret this idea. Then he realized, shit, they're still in the living room. All of this was said in front of both of their crushes. Dear God in heaven he did not think this through, at all. Chrissy seemed to come to a conclusion at the same time as Eddie did because they just made eye contact and both stared eyes wide before standing up slowly looking at the floorboards. Disaster gays, that's what they were. Jesus H Christ, Eddie just wanted to disappear and pretend this hadn't happened at all, but clearly now it was way too late. Steve grabbed his hand and his eyes went wide again as he led him into his room away from Robin and Chrissy, he pushed Eddie onto the bed and climbed into his lap pulling Eddie's chin up to look him in the eye.

“You couldn't just tell me the normal way huh? Had to be as dramatic as possible, had to be a little riot and get the blood pumping?” Steve emphasized the last bit by rolling hips down into Eddie's lap as he gasped, “I should make you wait for it. I should punish you for being such a bad boy and showing off. No one but me should have seen you that way.” He nipped Eddie's neck whispering into his skin, “As a matter of fact, I am. Robin is going to yours with Chris, and you Eddie, are going to go around this apartment and get every. Single. Egg. And you're going to open each one so that your photos end up only for my eyes, and Chrissy's will be set in Robin's room. Then you're going to clean my mess you make. And if you do a good enough job I might just let you have a treat.” He licked up the side of Eddie's face who shuddered and nodded, his hands gripping Steve's hips.

Steve slid off his lap and watched Eddie, an eyebrow raised in expectation before Eddie moved to start gathering everything. He opened every one over the trash, that way glitter didn't get anywhere and separated the photos like Steve asked. He rushed around cleaning the house, leaving everything as immaculate and clean as Steve typically had it and stood in the living room his hands clasped behind his back as Steve made his way through the house checking everything was done to his standard. When he came back to where Eddie stood he looked him over for a moment.

“On your knees.” He commanded and Eddie fell straight to his knees, thankful for the plush carpeting under his legs. His mouth was already watering as he looked up at Steve waiting for his next command, “open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Eddie rushed to comply and Steve placed his fingers into Eddie's mouth who immediately sucked them in as Steve inhaled shakily still keeping control, he reached other hand up to Eddie's mouth and brushed his fingers over his cheek.

“Was this what you needed? Something to shut you up, make you sink? Fall apart slowly?” He growled, he moved his hands up to Eddie's hair tugging at the strands before pulling him up to his feet and crashing their lips together. “Strip.”

Eddie hurriedly pulled his shirt off, he tripped over his pants but still rushed to get undressed and stood before Steve again who came up in front of him before making his way slowly around Eddie appraising him.

“You're doing so good for me. Such a good boy when you want to be, hmm?” He ran a hand up Eddie's thigh cupping his ass before smacking it once, “This what I need to do for you? Tell you what to do?” Eddie's eyes were fluttering and he was leaking down onto the carpet.

“I can be good for you, only for you. Please, Steve, please.” Eddie panted his hips quivering trying not to rut against the air.

“Do you think you've earned it?” He leaned into Eddie's space whispering in his ear tugging his hair again, “Do you think you deserve me to touch your pretty little cock yet?” Eddie whimpered, he knew he wasn't small but Steve being mean was making his skin light up in the most delicious ways.

“Please, I can earn it. I can be so good for you Stevie. Please, please, just tell me what to do.” Eddie whined.

“Bend over.” Eddie bent over the back of the couch where Steve had led him. “Use this, and open yourself up for me. Don't come until I say you've earned it. Be my good girl.”

Eddie keened high in his throat and got to work opening himself up in front of him, he arched his back and after a few moments was shaking, Steve pulled his hand away to look at his progress and put two of his own thicker longer fingers inside of him. Eddie screamed his name, his head whipping back and arching into the touch.

“So you can be good.” He said moving his fingers in and out quickly, just as he felt him clamping down close to release he stopped, all Eddie heard was the zipper of his light blue jeans and the schlick, schlick, noises of his pumping himself before he buried himself to the hilt bringing Eddie up against his chest, he placed a hand over his throat not squeezing, just resting and bite the junction just under his ear, “Ride me like a good girl Eds. Show me how badly you want it.”

Eddie groaned rolling his hips back against Steve as he felt him all around him, “fuck Stevie, I love you, fuck I love you.”

“I know Eds, I love you too. Now ride my cock like the whore you tried to be in your little photo shoot.” He squeezed his neck softly sucking his earlobe into his mouth rolling to meet his thrusts.

“Steve please, I'm so close, can I come please. Please, sir, please, please, please.” He begged, Steve growled and bit his neck, before slamming into him harder.

“Come on my cock, don't touch yourself.” He panted his rhythm getting sloppy but harder.

Eddie cried out clamping down hard on him, come painting across the back of the couch over the quilt Eddie had bought him for his birthday recently and Steve wasn't far behind.

As they came down Steve still holding Eddie in his arms as he softened he kissed over Eddie's neck, “You're still a little shit. But God, do I love you.” Steve breathed in between kisses, “I want you to be mine. Officially.” He said turning Eddie to face him.

“Stevie, I've been yours for longer than you've known.” He leaned and kissed his lips, “Happy Easter baby.”

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kiiwiigii · 8 months

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Boudoir pt. i

Alec x Fem!Reader

Summary: Variety is the spice of life right? Especially when bringing your phone into the bedroom.

Warnings:

NSFW 18+

Blood kink

Word Count: 600+

Requested?: Yes! @pawspurpaw

OMG OMG OMG!!! I JUST HAD AN AMZING THOUGHT COME TO MY HEAD🤭 this isn't really a request more like something I wanna share with you and @lack-lust-3r Ok so imagine this: Modern day like 2016 and so forth phones got better with a better camera, the volturi all have phones to blend in right. An idea comes to y/n's mind and tells alec " let's take pictures" " we already have so many pictures why do we need more?" " these will be for out eyes only" that sparks his interest and asks "what kind were you thinking tesoro" The pictures in question: y/n infront of a mirror and Alec behind them with his hands as a bra🤭🤭 alecs head is in the crook of her neck but showing just enough to see a smirk/smile with his fangs showing. The other picture: same position but instead alec's hand is on y/n's throat and kind of pulling them into him but y/n isn't wearing clothes just lingerie of his choosing of course reffering back to the d/s dynamic headcanon. 🤭🤭 WHOO I need a fan and some holy water

A/N: I don't know if there's enough holy water in the world for you boo. I'm super happy to announce that this will be my first collab and the awesome/fantastical/whimsically other dirty person @lack-lust-3r is my partner in crime!

Also… please don't kill me for the ending you guys. *hides*

"I've been thinking."

You could see Alec physically suppress a groan before turning around to stare at you with a raised brow. You grinned and raised your new phone at him.

"We should take some pictures."

"Darling, we already have so many. Why do we need to take more?"

"First of all, I'm offended that you even asked that question. Secondly…" Pocketing your phone, you lift your hands to his neck, letting them slowly drag down his chest before standing on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear. "These will be for our eyes only."

You feel his hands grab your waist, squeezing lightly.

"Oh?" His voice was already turning husky. "What kind of pictures did you have in mind, tesoro?"

The big mirror in your room was coming in rather handy.

"Mio cara," Alec's voice whispered in your ear, hands coming up to cup your breasts, massaging them lightly and thumbing over your nipples. "You look beautiful."

His hands provided the only cover up top as you stood ready, looking into the mirror, phone poised. While you had been the one to suggest the idea of couple's boudoir photos, you couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks. He nosed your neck to the side, his mouth parting to latch onto your neck. A trickle of blood ran down your neck and in between your breasts. You let out a gasp, your thumb involuntarily clicking the capture button on your phone.

Alec immediately soothed the wound with his tongue, sucking what little venom that had been injected out. You whimpered, the stinging sensation causing goosebumps up and down your body, and your nipples to tighten painfully. Alec took the phone from your hands, looking at the picture briefly in approval before twisting you around, your breasts flush against his chest.

"I like the idea of this one too, tesoro…" He gave your neck another lick, and more blood began to trickle out. "Now, one hand on my shoulder, and the other on my arm."

You followed his command obediently, heart pounding and letting out a moan as his free hand traveled down the middle of your back to cup a lace-covered ass cheek. You feel a slight wet sensation that trailed behind his hands.

Alec was smearing your blood down your body.

And you loved it.

He continued to kiss along your neck and shoulder, and your head fell back in a pleasured moan, the wetness between your legs beginning to become obvious.

Click.

You let out another moan as he gave your ass a light smack, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck.

Click.

"Kiss me, tesoro."

You turn your head like the good girl you are, opening your mouth when he demands entrance. You can taste the copper of your blood.

Click.

Alec pulls back from the kiss briefly.

"Spread your legs."

You spread them.

Click.

"Arms up and hands in your hair, darling."

You lift your arms, extending your torso to accentuate your feminine curves, hands fisting into your hair.

Alec bends down, one hand on your waist as he begins kissing your hip.

You gasp and let out a breathy moan.

Click.

"Perfect, mio cara."

"Alec."

It came out as a whimper.

His hands run over your body as he makes his way back up.

"I can smell your arousal, darling."

You let your hands fall back as he turns you back to face the mirror, tossing the phone aside.

"Look at you." His hands roam over your body, caressing and smearing what little amount of blood that had trickled down. "You are perfect, Y/N. So perfect and mine."

Fuck.

You loved it when he got possessive.

He pulled you flush against him, arm wrapped around your waist while the other one came up to cup your jaw, his thumb edging around your lips before you give it a daring lick and suck it into your mouth.

Alec groans, the arm around your waist tightening ever so slightly.

"I think we need to get you cleaned up, don't you?"

He begins to slowly lick the blood he smeared along your neck and chest.

Oh fuck. Why is that so hot?

"Come."

He sweeps you up off your feet before tossing you on the large bed not too far away. You can't help the giggle that escapes you before going to remove your heels.

Alec stops you.

"No, keep those." He kisses the inside of your thigh. "The rest can go."

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starfxkr · 2 months

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wait can we explore sugar baby reader n sugar daddy rafe more? i have tonnes of experience w the whole sugar baby -> sugar gf experience so i wanna touch on some moments! i’ll just bring up just 2 for now bc i dont want to spam you 😵‍💫

the mind games thing is sooo real. you get put on an allowance at 1st. let’s say rafe cuts back on your allowance one month and immediately you retaliate by flirting w a younger guy (more age appropriate for you) & he’s totally the kind of guy your parents would love for you unlike rafe which totally unnerves him. wanna see how you would interpret the mind games of that!

2nd one is one of the better phases of the arrangement. you’re warming up to him finally and wanna reward him. you do a DIY boudoir shoot (it’s sexy but classy) and have it made into a photo book and gift it to him as a surprise on one of your dinner dates. wanna see how he reacts to that!

i’m def returning w more scenarios for this eventually bc this pairing resonates w me sm but just this for now!

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sugar daddy rafe was always such a fun thought experiment imo!!! I wrote a couple things based on my own underage experiences doin it so very fun to write sugar baby!reader as a very...uncouth, ruthless kinda sb honestly like vain and vulgar and doing it because she's hungry ukwim?

but the mind games is the best part bc in my head sd!rafe is in his like late 30s and plays way less games than he used to so when you step out on him after he cuts back on your allowance it unearths some past insecurities and behaviors he thought he buried deep down. so he starts blowing up your phone and following you around. especially since I imagine sb!reader to be in college so he's showing up on campus to intimidate you but to your friend's they think you just bagged the hottest older guy on the island so they don't see this for what it is: a dick measuring contest between the two of you. even worse when he pulls up while you're talking to your new dude and just demands you get in. and you know it's better not to fight it and he's throwing barbs that strongly imply you're fucking him and now you're backed into a corner. y'all solve the situation in the back of his truck.

now if you got him the photo book he would loveeee it because I imagine it being the first thing you do just because you wanna do something for him!!! he doesn't show too much emotion about it but he absolutely lets you know how much he enjoyed it and I could see him doing something special for you in return, like something oddly sentimental and it kinda leaves both of you confused because its not sexual in context or anything

#✨.txt #rafe cameron prompt #sugar daddy!rafe #🐰 anon

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Gifting your Husband Boudoir Photos

Featuring Schweiden Adlers

Schweiden Adlers x female(wife) reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, VERY suggestive

AN: of course I needed to give my Adler bbys some love 🫶🏻

Heiwajima

Biggest simp? Biggest simp 😌

Definitely beats about his GORGEOUS wife to his team all the time

“Hey look at this picture my wife just posted?” “She has a name you know-” “SHES MY WIFE!”

Literally Liberos would make the best partners, hype beast extraordinaries

Anyways, you and Toshiro have been married for almost a year now

You wanted to surprise your husband with the something you’d knew he’d love

🙌🏻 pictures of you 🙌🏻

See you casually replaced photos around your home with new sexy ones 🤪

You weren’t entirely sure your husband would notice

But like a dog smells good, your husband sniffed them out immediately

He walked in, stopped and looked at you

“Something’s different,” he said 🤨

You 👉🏻😙 🎶

Then he spots the first one, the one you replaced your wedding photo with

He walks over to it, picks it up and his eyes widen 😳

“YN what is this?” He asks

You just shrug and smirk 😏

He continues to walk around, finding all the photos and you start to hear groans emerging from your husband

“You good babe?” You ask as he turns to you

“You know we are never changing these photos back right?” He says as you giggle

“What about when the guys come over?” You question

“Ok maybe then but he do you maybe think you could recreate some of these for me? Perhaps for my digital gallery?” He questions

You giggle and shake your head, “well it’s a good thing I order digital prints too.”

Toshiro throws his head back, groaning and thanking whatever god gifted him such a beautiful wife!

Kageyama

The only two things Kags thinks about is volleyball and his gorgeous wife

Literally the fact that you can put up with him being the way he is

He is so blessed to have you as his spouse!

Now Kags is a workaholic and he’s constantly at the gym

So you often have to find creative and new ways to entice your husband to come home

Sometimes food works

But what really does the trick you ask 👀

Nudes 🙌🏻

You send this man a nude and it’s so long volleyball gym, hello bed for the next 8 hours 🥵

Man’s has stamina ok 👌

Kags has been at the gym for a solid week

Literally he’s home to eat and sleep

And honestly, you miss your husband

So what must we do? Send him something that makes him want to leave his volleyball forever

You: I miss you Tobio 🥺

Tobio: awe I miss you too baby, I’ll be home around 10

You: could you maybe make it a little sooner? *sends pic*

You: I’m waiting 😏

Tobio: 😳 are- are those new?

You: just got them back today

Tobio: is-is there more 👀

You: maybe 🙃

Tobio: I think I can probably be home by 7…

You: I’ll be waiting *sends pic*

Tobio: fuck this gym in omw baby!

You: good good excellent 😏

Prepare to be sore for the next few days Yn 🤪

Ushijima

Our stoic angel 😍

Oh how this giant bby adores you Yn!

Literally there’s nothing better than spending time with your husband

But oh do you LOVE to tease this man something fierce

Please he gets so flustered and blushes whenever you send him a risky picture

So you decide you haven’t tortured your husband enough for an entire lifetime so why not do the absolute most 💅

It was your 1 year wedding anniversary and you decided that you should gift your husband the first the keeps on giving

Pictures of you 😌

You wrap the photo album up and set it with his other gifts

This man always outdoes you in every way but this year, this time you will dominate!

So after opening all of your lavished gifts you finally gift Toshi the one thing nobody else can give him

When he opens it, he looks at the beautiful black valet cover inscribed with his name

He looks at you confused as you continue to urge him on

He opens the first page and immediately slams the book shut

His face turns best red as he avoids all eye contact with you

Toshi 👉🏻👀😳

You 👉🏻😏😏

He opens it again, gulping as he carefully thumbs through every single page, careful to not bend any pictures

It’s not until he gets to the picture of you in his Olympic jersey that he groans, adjusting himself as you continue to look smug

He closes the book, placing both hands on top of it and then looks at you

You 👉🏻 : D

“YN you know how much I love you right?” He says as you nodd

You 👉🏻 : D

“YN I’m going to say this and I mean it in the absolute most respectful way,” he continues

You 👉🏻: D

“I’m about about 2 seconds from breaking your back,” he finally says

You 👉🏻 : D 😐😳

And that, YN, was the story of how you spent an entire week recovering 😌

Hoshiumi

This man BEGS for nudes constantly

Literally he adores you and he keeps a running tab of your pictures

He even keeps a ✨tasteful✨ shot of you as his phones Lock Screen

But nobody can see it… he guards it with his life!!

When Korai’s away, he is always asking to see his pretty baby 🥹

Honestly he’ll take any photos of you

So you decide it’s time to ramp it up 👏🏻

Korai is at a few away games when you decide to make your move

You had some sexy photos done for your adoring husband and lucky you are just as cheeky as he is 😏

You send the first text, baiting him

You: Morning babe *sends picture*

Korai responds in .02 seconds

Korai: 👁️👄👁️

You: how are you? *sends pic*

Korai: 🥵 extremely frazzled right now…

You: oh really? *sends pic*

Korai: BABE IM IN A TEAM MEETING AND I JUST GOT IN TROUBLE FOR CHECKING MY PHONE

You: sounds like a you problem *sends pic*

Only Korai doesn’t respond after that one, instead you start a timer

Because you know your husband too well

10 minutes later, a new record 💅, your FaceTime is ringing as you casually answer it while cooking

“Hey babe! I thought you had a meeting?” You ask casually

Korai 👉🏻 >: ( you did this on purpose

“Did what?” You respond cluelessly

“Did you get those professionally done for me?” He asks

“Well your always asking for pics so I figured I should have a couple hundred built up,” you shrug

Korai 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ 100?!?!

Please Yn that man has never been happier to get home to you

Romero

This man ugh THIS MAN 🥵

Literally idk who’s the luckiest one in this relationship babe I’m sorry

It’s Romero, like look at the man!

But no matter what, you managed to get a good one

He’s an amazing husband and he absolutely worships you!

Literally he will open every door, present you to everyone like you are royalty

He talks about you like you are only woman in the entire word

He wears his wedding ring proudly!

And boy does he adore your body

Literally you could be wearing seat pants and he’s panting 😮‍💨

It’s your two year anniversary and your friend suggest you add some new “artwork” to your bedroom 😌

Mainly in the form of a giant photo of you over your bed

So you prepare, using your husbands favorite color lingerie in the photo in the sexiest pose allowed to be viewed

You manage to get it hung and boy are you excited, so excited that you ambush your husband the moment he walks in the door

You cover his eyes and say, “I have the biggest surprise babe!”

He smiles, “oh do you now?”

You giggle as you lead your 6’3” husband to your room and situate him just perfectly

You tear your hands away and shout “surprise!”

Romero 👉🏻😐😳

“What do you think?!?” You say, presenting your body

Please YN give your husband a second

His mouth has now fallen open and you are gonna need a mop in the bedroom ok 🤚🏻

“Holy shit baby!! You look fucking incredible!” He says getting on the bed and studying the photo up close

“You love it??” You gush

“Oh course! But I wish you would have put one in every room so I can just stare at you all damn day!” He chuckles

“Well lucky for you I got more!” You say, pulling out the other canvases

Please YN, you might need to inform the Adlers of your husbands sudden death 😅

Sokolov

6’7” simp? 6’7” simp 😌

Man’s literally worships the ground you walk on Yn

He adores you more than anything!

Another member of the “I wear my wedding ring and I’m proud club!”

He would wear a shirt that said “my wife is hotter than your wife”

Needless to say, this man will do anything for you YN

And since he travels so much, you have to keep things spicy right 😏

Which is why you decide that it’s important for you to show him exactly how much you miss him

So you decide to be a little butthole and send him cryptic messages all day to prepare him

Like first you send him an email that says, “I’m in your room at 9pm for a surprise ;)”

Of course the man’s is super curious like “👀 what does this chick have planned now?!?”

Then you continue the torment and send him little texts all day like “5 hours until your surprise!”

By 9pm the man is RUNNING 🏃‍♂️ to his hotel room

The team wanted to go out for drinks and suddenly your man’s has a migraine

Back in his hotel room, he texts you and says “ok babe I’m here!”

That’s when you drop that man an entire years work of spank bank material!

Like 200 pictures and that’s not even all of them!

At first he just stares like “holy crap! I shouldn’t be looking at these, I have a wife… WAIT THIS IS MY WIFE!!”

So instead he decides to pull out his computer and FaceTime you

You answer, casually sitting on your bed like “oh hello my love ✌🏻”

“Babe!! Holy crap!! You- you did this for me?!?” He shouts

You giggle and nod saying “I missed you Tatsu” 🥺

Damn Yn calm down, man’s is about .02 seconds away from getting on a plan back to you

“Baby I love them!! But umm now I’ve kind of got a little problem!” He blushes as you giggle

He knows he’s one lucky guy!

Hirugami

Ughhhhhh 😩😩😩 this man!! THIS MAN 👏🏻

He’s so hot it’s unreal!!!

And you get to be his wife?!? Dammnnn

Seriously he is such an attentive and sexy husband

Literally he walks around without his shirt on around the house and man 😮‍💨

Please YN clean your puddle of drool up!

Oh wait that’s me NE WAYS

he absolutely adores you and always talks about you

He knows how lucky he is to have the most supportive and fantastic wife

But that doesn’t mean you don’t get to tease him every once and a while 🤭

Specifically during practice

Because as the captain of the Adlers, he must remain stoic and attentive

So when he’s in the middle of a team meeting and his phone starts buzzing, he quickly checks it

And BAM NUDE

Fukuro rn 👉🏻😐😳

“Hey captain you good?” The guys ask as he snaps from his haze and shoves his phone back in his pocket

Unfortunately his phone keeps buzzing 😌

He’s already seen a few pictures and damn he wants to see more but he knows he won’t be able to contain his arousal

After the meeting, which he clumsily finishes he runs to the locker room and face times you

You answer, casually doing dishes like 😚 🎶

“Baby what was that??” He yells

You 👉🏻👀🤷🏻‍♀️ what-

“Baby those pictures! Those pictures!!! Are they new? Holy shit!” He whisper shouts as you smirk

“They might be new, maybe part of a photo shoot I did,” you answer coyly

Fukuro 👉🏻😳 so there’s more?

“A few hundred more,” you 😏

“Baby prepare yourself because when I get home, you’re all mine!” He growls before hanging up

You just giggle because wait until he sees the giant canvas of you naked hanging in your master bathroom 🙃

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