#I’m sorry I’m such a little shit 😈

[the-writing-mobster]

Can u draw something about the comic sooner or later you're gonna be mine?

Mac is my favorite character! You didn’t specify what you wanted, so I drew Mac. ;)

OH SHIT YOU MEANT THE COMIC NOT THE FIC— I’m such an OLDHEAD

#Go read the fic sooner or later #Mac is worth it 😌 #maybe I’ll write a Drabble about Mac and his journey to recovery #since it doesn’t look like his loose ends will tied any time soon #sooner or later you’re gonna be mine #I know it’s not like what you were expecting #but tbh sooner or later isn’t really my favorite which I know is a cardinal sin #but I have my reasons #anyway #yeah #underfell #mafiafell #one of the obscure side characters probably no one remembers #solygbm #ask and answer #thank you for the ask #I’m sorry I’m such a little shit 😈

[nympippi]

Vance loves listening to Finn’s space rants 💕🪐 🚀

#pippi art #necromancer finney au #tbp finney fanart #finney blake #tbp vance fanart #vance hopper #the black phone fanart #the black phone fandom #Finn is really tall I’m sorry #he’s the tall bf in every ship idc #headcannon that vance isn’t really much of a talker and neither is Finn but once space is brought up. he never shuts up and vance just #loves to listen to him speak about rockets even if he has no idea what Finns talking about #no angst in my household. only fluff 😈 #until I get to those requests in my inbox then y’all get angst😈😈 #also Finney and Vance promise rings!!!! #they are so special to me #vinney #vance x finney #i love soft vance. he’s a little shit but he’s also very sensitive #finn has a knack for fighter assholes huh #I was giggling like a schoolgirl while drawing this 🫶🏻 #THEY DESERVE TO BE HAPPY RAHHHHHHHHHHHH

[sabohime]

♡ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

multi x fem!reader

♡ . eek my first post!! some simple headcannons for you guys! enjoy :) nothing explicit (for now 😈) but! there are references to dicksucking!

♡ . includes: law, sabo, sanji

LAW

Law is constantly on edge. It hurts seeing your captain so stressed all the time.

So, being the dutiful crewmate you are, you decide to…provide him with a little ‘relaxant’. It’s not your fault he’ll have to work for it…

“Y/n-ya, what are you-“ “It’s hot, Captain!”

Law blushes at that. You can barely see it through the Tang’s dim lighting and his tanned skin, but from the way his eyes widen and his breath hitches, you can tell your plan is working.

Why is he harping about your wardrobe? Well, your typical Heart Pirates boiler suit had been traded in for a tight tank and skimpy shorts. How old were these? With the way your thighs were pinched by the elastic of your shorts, and the way your breasts practically fell out of your top, Law was certain you had dug deep in your closet to fish these clothes out.

“Y/n-ya. Seriously,” his tattooed hand rests on your shoulder now, dangerously close to the thin strap of your tank top. “We have uniforms for a reason.”

“Are you really gonna make me change, Captain?” you pout. You watch his brow furrow, and you know you’ve got him now.

“I think I’ll have fun ripping this off of you, Y/n-ya,” he grunts, hot breath now in your ear. His hands wander down to your shorts, palming your ass and taking notice of your lack of panties. “Even more dress code violations? I might just have to punish you tonight, Y/n-ya.”

You gulp. Law says Room and suddenly you’re in his bedroom.

“Regretting your decision, Y/n-ya?”

SABO

Once again, Dragon’s given him far too much paperwork.

As his secretary, it’s your job to provide him with some repose from his workload.

So…What better to let him take another load out on you? Maybe you should snag a pillow from your desk chair next time…

“Chief, I brought you the tea you asked for. A splash of milk and extra sugar,” you say, repeating his order sweetly and perfectly from years of practice. When you cross the threshold to his office, you find your chief of staff with his vest off, cravat undone and on the table, and his shirt partly unbuttoned.

The sight of his scarred, muscular chest makes you gulp. It’s okay Y/n, you can do this, you assure yourself.

“Thank you, Y/n-chan. You’re so kind, helping me out,” Sabo says, his cheeks rosy and smile innocent. You think him the perfect caricature of a schoolboy.

“It’s nothing, chief. I am your secretary after all. It’s my job,” you grin, placing the tea on his desk in front of him. You make sure to lean over and give him an eyeful of cleavage, just in case he might be interested.

“Is it your job to tease me as well?”

You freeze. You didn’t actually think he’d take the bait. Shit.

“Don’t be shy now, Y/n-chan. I’ve already gotten a nice view of your tits. And your skirt could be pulled down a tad, I suppose. You’re hardly professional these days,” you listen, face hot, sweat beginning to run down your back. At least he wasn’t scolding you— that was evident in the fact he said ‘tits’, and the generally teasing lilt in his usually silky smooth voice. It’s gotten deeper because he’s so tired, and it’s starting to make you clench your thighs.

“I-uh, I’m sorry, chief. I- I figured…” you scramble, trying to think of some excuse to remedy this situation. “I figured you might want a, uh, distraction. Right! A distraction from work!”

“Oh really?” the blond grins, pushing his chair away from his desk and moving his hands to unbutton his trousers. “Dragon-san has been giving me so much paperwork. It’s the least you could do, right Y/n-chan?”

You watch in awe as he takes himself out of his boxers.

“Now, Y/n-chan…How much of a distraction can you be?”

SANJI

Sanji gets hard just from smelling women’s perfume. So seducing him is easier than…really anything.

So, one night you can’t sleep. And the chef in the kitchen preparing recipes seems like a wonderful target for your affections.

“Sanji-kun, what’re you making?”

Sanji jumps from his place stirring on the counter, surprised at the sound of your beautiful voice.

“Oh my! Has an angel descended down on me to try my humble cooking?” the man swirls around you with hearts in his eyes, eventually bending down on one knee to kiss your knuckles. “It’s nothing special, my dear Y/n-swan. Simply practicing recipes for fruit tarts.”

You cup his cheek. A trickle of blood comes down his nose, but he pulls away from your touch to quickly wipe it away.

“Sounds yummy, Sanji. Could I try one?”

“Of course, mellorine!” Sanji keens. You smile at how cute he is. The blond grabs a fruit tart, which happens to be your favorite fruit, and brings it over to you.

He sits it on a plate in front of you, waiting like a lapdog as he anticipates praise for his cooking. However you don’t move to pick up the tart.

“Y/n…swan?”

“Feed it to me, Sanji-kun?” you say seductively, leaning over the kitchen island so your breasts pop over your crossed arms. Immediately Sanji is staring, but you don’t scold him this time. This was your goal.

“Of- of course, anything for my Y/n-swan,” Sanji stutters. He brings the small tart to your lips, and as you reach the last bite, you grab his wrist.

You decide to be extra bold, and lick a stripe up his finger. Your mouth detaches with a pop, and Sanji looks like he might pass out.

“That was good, Sanji-kun. Do you have any other special treats for me?”

#♡ sabohime.writes #one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece headcanons #law x reader #law x female reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #sabo x reader #sabo x female reader #sabo x you #sabo the revolutionary x reader #sanji x reader #sanji x fem reader #sanji x you #sanji x y/n

[fettuccin-e]

Hey noodle! Congrats babe, you deserve it ☺️ what are your thots on “just a little more” and our messy boy Steven Grant? 😈

Hi Mona!!! omg thank you sm!!! and thank you for requesting!!! and for steven?? PRECIOUS HUSBAND STEVEN??? how could i refuse ESPECIALLY because i know this boy is filthyyy and fucking needy as all hell okay ilysm thank you again!!

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader, afab!fem!reader, fingerfucking (r!recieving), unprotected piv, riding, uhh squirting pls dont fucking look at me i am ashamed, overstimulation, light degradation, so much praise holy shit (w/c: 1.1K)

Prompt: "Just a little more."

It’s honestly not that Steven likes to edge himself, or has some kind of fucking superhuman stamina in bed with you.

No, you’ve sucked him off in five minutes flat before, Steven twitching beneath you while he whined, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, fuck it’s so good, you’re so fucking perfect, shit-” while he spilled down your throat. Marc never let him live that one down.

But you swear that sometimes, when he’s got his face or fingers or cock buried deep, so deep inside your cunt, Steven forgets that he has to cum at all.

He gets lost in it, mumbling about how gorgeous you are, how wet you get for him, how good you taste. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve cum, how you cry and wail with every orgasm he wrenches out of your heaving body, he just wants more and more and more. Ravenous.

“Steven, please, I ca-I can’t, oh please-” your pussy makes noises that are utterly obscene, squishing against his hand as he works his fingers into you, jamming relentlessly against your g-spot. You aren’t even sure what you’re begging for at this point; for him to make you cum again, for him to fuck you like you’ve been begging for, for him to show some mercy.

But even then, it’s like he can’t hear you, eyes focused on the way you spread and leak over his fingers, mesmerized by the way you clench around his fingers. He’s been like this since the first orgasm of the night, maybe the second, but God, he just keeps going. He keeps pressing soft kisses to your trembling thighs, using his free arm to brace over your twitching hips while he plays relentlessly with your aching cunt.

It’s too much, he’s been at this for too fucking long, God, you’re leaking everywhere, the bedsheets damp with it. He just won’t let up, your beautiful, treacherous lover, and your whole body locks again with the force of your orgasm, the squeeze of your pussy nearly forcing his fingers out.

His gaze snaps up to your face in an instant, and you can hear his voice through the rush of blood in your ears, murmuring, “That’s it, darling, my God you’re beautiful, so pretty, this pussy’s so tight for my fingers, imagine how it’ll feel around my cock, yeah? How much I’ll stretch this gorgeous cunt apart, right love?”

And it’s so sweet, so gentle, the way he speaks to you, a complete contrast to how he rips you apart with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

“Fuck me,” you whine, high-pitched and needy, absolutely desperate. “You- you said it, that your cock would feel so fucking good, please Steven, need-need you.”

But all Steven does is chuckle darkly, stretching his fingers out inside you again, and you nearly scream. “Just a little more, darling, one more time for me, yeah?” You can only clench your eyes shut and throw your head back into the pillows.

And when you finally wear him down enough to ease his sticky fingers out of you, you immediately roll him onto his back. If he’s going to fuck you, you’re going to be in charge. You’re going to be the one to make him cum.

You ease his cock into you, hot and throbbing in your hand, and you almost want to cry as he stretches your pussy so good, so perfect, just like he said he would. He moans beneath you, the sound ripping its way out of his chest, as if he’s suddenly realized how worked up he’s gotten himself by playing with your pussy for God knows how long.

You work your hips into his, plunging his cock into you just the way you know he likes. He nudges into your sweet spot just perfectly this way too, and the sensitivity from Steven’s earlier ministrations has lighting arcing up your spine with every nudge, every grind of his cock into your sensitive pussy. 

A mewl escapes you, unabashed and louder than you meant it to,  when you slam down on his cock just right, the hair just above the base of his cock pressed against your achy clit. Steven’s hands fly to your hips immediately, holding you there with an iron grip.

That look is in his eyes again, pupils blown wide and brows furrowed as he rakes his gaze over your quaking body. He punches his hips up, making his hair grind against your clit in a way that makes your head spin, his fat cock somehow reaching deeper into your pussy.

“That’s it, love,” he says, “let me make you feel good. Let me take care of you, fuck, you look so pretty like this, writhing on my cock like a desperate little whore.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head with his words, your hips working of their own volition, on pure instinct as you work his cock into you again and again and again. It’s like you can’t get him deep enough, bouncing on his cock just like he told you to. Making yourself feel good.

When you cum, Steven groans, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips hard enough to leave bruises in their wake as you clamp down on his cock. A shaky moan rattles out of your throat at the feeling, your body aching with exhaustion, your pussy too sensitive as you clench and pulse in his hands. You feel like you could shake apart with the force of it, wrung dry under his unrelenting touch.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, and you open your eyes to see his gaze trained on your pussy, and oh shit, his stomach shines with your wetness, the sheets soaked with it. You’ve never done that before, never-

“Fuck, you made me squirt, oh my God, Steven-” your body burns with embarrassment, and you start to pull off his cock in search of a towel, or something, anything to clean up the mess you’ve made of him. But his hands hold you firm in his lap, using an unseen strength that he keeps under his button-downs and jumpers, his biceps flexing in a way that makes saliva pool in your mouth.

“Don’t you dare, darling,” his voice is a rasp, all dark and ripped apart and feral. Fuck, if it weren’t for the accent, you’d think it was Jake. “One more time, sweetheart, just one more for me.”

“Steven,” you start, but he thrusts his hips up into yours, and the movement of his still-hard cock in your sloppy, sticky cunt makes you choke on your spit.

“Just a little more, sweet girl, just-” he thrusts into you, hard and unyielding, “one more for me.”

#mona you're right he is so so so messy #he likes it like that okay #maybe i let a little too loose with this one #anything for precious steven #i love writing him #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x you #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #dom steven #moon knight x reader #moon knight smut #moon knight x you

[sanguineterrain]

hii i love your work and wanted to send a request in :)

can you do “you’re just going to leave me here?!” and “i’m gonna come back for you , do you hear me?” for jason and reader? 💛

maybe they’re on a date and there’s a robbery nearby or a villain crashes a gala they are attending? also maybe the reader knows he’s red hood? or it’s early in their relationship that he hasn’t told them yet? idk if that makes sense, but if you pick this up i can’t wait to see where you take it! 💛

OH IT'S EMOTIONAL ANGST TIME! hurt no comfort 😈 thanks for requesting nonnie 🥰

jason todd x gn!reader | tw: angst, reader feels hurt, lying to protect a superhero identity (is red hood a hero? he is to ME.) i may write a pt 2 to this if there's interest 😎

****

Jason checks his phone for the fourth time tonight. You haven't even received your entrees yet.

"Everything okay?" you ask lightly.

Jason looks up, eyes wide. "Oh. Yes. Sorry, baby. Sorry."

You nod, trying to smile. "It's okay."

He puts his phone in his pocket. You try to relax and focus on your date. This place is upscale, much pricier than you're used to, but Jason had insisted. He'd said he hadn't been doing his due diligence of being your boyfriend and should take you out on more "proper" dates. You'd told him that was silly, of course; you'd be content to go anywhere with him.

But he's been acutely distracted these past few weeks, and you're starting to form terrible explanations in your head for why that might be.

You try to ignore it. You just want to spend time with your boyfriend; it's been so long.

"Oh my God, guess what happened at work today," you say.

Jason leans in, smiling. "Tell me. Was it Peggy from Marketing again?"

"Yes!" You laugh, shaking your head. "She's such a pain. I was in my cubicle when—"

Jason's watch starts to blare, the beep shrill and insistent. He curses and quickly taps at the screen. You slump back in your chair.

"Shit," he says and looks up at you.

You suddenly feel exhausted.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," Jason begins, rising from his chair. "God, fuck—you have no idea how sorry I am. It's my family, they—something's happened with my brother. He needs my help, unfortunately."

"So you're just going to leave me here?" you ask, mouth dropping open in shock. "Jay, we planned tonight two weeks ago!"

He winces. "I know. Fuck, I know, sweetheart. I'm so, so sorry. I'm gonna come back for you, okay? It'll be an hour, tops. Look, order anything you want. I'll leave my card, it's on me—"

You shake your head and stand. "No, Jason. I'm—look, I know your family is important to you, but you've done this a lot this past month, and it's not just hurtful, but it's starting to feel a little intentional. I don't know if I'm some kind of placeholder or, or—"

"Hey, no, no. You're not a placeholder. Please don't say that," Jason begs, reaching for your hand.

You keep your hand out of reach, eyes beginning to heat up.

"I'm going home," you say. "I hope your brother's okay."

"Sweetheart, please, come on. I don't wanna fight."

"Me neither," you say tiredly. "So we won't. Good night, Jason."

His watch beeps again, this time with a phone call. You walk out. It's a nicer part of Gotham, so getting a cab here isn't a problem.

Jason catches up to you instantly. He looks terrified, and it breaks your heart, but you don't have the energy tonight.

"Can I–can I call you tonight?" he asks, voice cracking.

A cab pulls up to the curb. The valet opens the door for you. Jason takes a step forward.

"I'd rather you didn't," you say quietly. "I need some time to myself, Jay."

Jason takes a step back.

"I'm sorry," he says again, desperate.

You sigh. "I know you are."

You get into the car. The valet closes the door. Jason watches you through the window, tugging at his curls like he does when he's stressed.

That night, your bed feels cold. You toss and turn for hours, trying to shake the feeling of a phantom arm snaked around your waist.

Jason doesn't call, like you'd requested. You cry anyway.

#SORRY (<- is not sorry at all 😈) #its angst time yall #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood fanfiction #batman fanfiction #dc fanfiction #inbox #blurb

[diorsluv]

casual , part 4

“ that i’m just a girl that you bang on your couch ”

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(Day 2) Gotta be a moron to wanna be a fighter

Pairing: König x Reader

Summary: You’re determined to find out why everyone thinks König is so scary, afterall he’s just some guy that’s taller than most people right? He’s probably harmless! Well, he’s a little scary, but you still like him anyway.

(No use of y/n or mention of gender/race)

Warning: Smut, Penetration (no mention of reader genitals so could feasibly be PiV or Anal depending on what you rather), lube, pinning down, dirty talk

AN: So some of you have waited a loooong ass time for this, so sorry about that, but it takes a while to do sex scenes, what can I say 👀 for those of you coming across this now or not in the loop, this is basically just a smut chapter for rocky start because I know some of you don’t read it for the smut and just like fluff. So if you do not like smut do not feel you have to read this to be caught up, there is very little plot going on and you will miss basically nothing - it’s just a catch up on what happened day 2 at the hotel! For those of you like me who love a little spice, I hope you enjoy this, I for one loved writing it 😈💕

Part 5.5 of A Rocky Start - Full Masterlist Here

-☠️-

After drinking to a point that you were barely speaking English, it should hardly have been a surprise when you’d woken up the next day with a raging hangover. You’d unpasted your eyes, rubbing them with the backs of your hands, and rose up from the sheets slowly, blinking harshly. Surprisingly there were no visible clouds when you’d breathed out, though you still wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling the goosebumps rise up like an allergy to the hopeless cold.

“Oh, so you’ve decided to wake up then?” 

You startled a little as the deep voice sounded out and frowned when you looked to your side - the side where König lay with his head propped on his arm and his phone in his other hand. Ugh. You groaned and flopped down on the bed beside him, rubbing your head and feeling thoroughly sorry for yourself. It was as if tiny knives were being driven into your brain by little shrieking demons. 

“Wish I hadn’t, I feel like shit,” you mumbled, ramming the heels of your hands into your eyes. “And why is it so cold in here?”

Your headache was no joke - it was piercing through your skull like a dull drill. To add insult to injury, König laughed at you loudly, the sound only compounding with the thudding pain. He watched on as you opened your eyes again, only to glare over at him in your most pathetic attempt at a show of anger. 

“Well that’s what happens when you drink. And, just so you know, you don’t need to make excuses to cuddle with me anymore, Sneaky.”

“I’m not making excuses, I’m practically getting frostbitten out here,” you huffed, crawling your way over to him. 

“Is that so? Well, let me see what I can do about that,” he smiled, ushering you over. 

You burrowed into him, wrapping your arms around his sides and shoving your head into the middle of his chest, sighing like a displeased dog. It helped - unsurprisingly. König was like your own personal hot water bottle, his body alone was enough to abate the jittering in your limbs just by reaching out and running his hands across your arms. The petting and the cooing helped as well of course. 

“I assume you’re very hungover then?”

You grunted at him. 

“Oh dear. What are we going to do with you? Shall we get you a cold shower and get you outside and into the light?”

“Be gentle with me,” you pleaded, already horrified at the thought of having to go out. 

“Poor little Sneaky. Are you out of commission today?”

“Not for the whole day…just for now,” you said with a grimace, nuzzling into him further. 

“Alright then, you can have a moment to adjust.”

He sighed and indulged you for a few minutes more, gently tracing patterns into the back of your shirt. You hummed as he created looping shapes around your body and occasionally rubbed the knots out of your back, feeling as if you were being smoothed down into caramel. Your breaths came out slower and little by little your eyes sunk closed. Though just as you’d started to fall back asleep you were jolted awake with the gentle brush of his fingers teasing against your sides.

“Hey! Don’t you start that,” you growled.

“Start what?” König asked innocently. 

“You know what! Don’t you dare tickle me.”

“Or what?” he asked, tilting his head at you with a condescending smile. 

“Or I'll kick your ass.”

“You’ll ‘kick my ass’? Really?”

“Don’t test me,” you said weakly, breaking out into a yawn before you could help it.

He laughed at you till his body shook and the sound rattled around your aching skull. It disturbed your peace till you groaned, rolling off of him and over to the other side of the bed. The sheets were frosty cold, though for a split second, you were able to kid yourself into thinking you’d settle and get some more rest. 

“You’re not very convincing. Maybe they should’ve called you Sleepy,” König noted, rolling you flat on your back. 

He loomed over you, casting a shadow over your field of vision. His hands rested either side of you and disturbed the bed, rolling you ever so slightly as his weight shifted. It was like being in bed with a big cat. 

“If I let you call me Sleepy, will you leave me alone?” you asked, rubbing the last of the tiredness from your eyes. 

He pretended to think about it for a moment, his eyelashes and messy strands of hair catching odd rays of light from the lacy curtains. He shone for a moment, encased in the glistening rays before he leaned forward into the dark shadows that swallowed your side of the bed. The look of pensiveness washed from his face in an instant, resculpted into a ruthless smile. 

“No, I think that you should stop being lazy and get up,” he concluded. “I’ve been lying here all morning wasting away, waiting for you. Look at me, I’m practically skin and bones.”

“Skin and bones? Are you sure?”

You softly ran your fingers against his arms as if to check if he was telling the truth and delighted in hearing the sharp intake of breath followed by his hissed complaint about your cold hands. Sweet revenge. Giving into the sinister smile that worked it’s way over your face, you then attempted to bop his nose, taking it a step further. Though that was barely a thought before your hands were pinned down above your head. Your two hands were snatched from you and captured in his one while the other steadied his shaking frame above you.  

“No fair,” you pouted, trying to weakly wriggle out of his grasp.

He was far more awake than you, his body was ready to strike. Meanwhile you still felt heavy and overburdened with your recent stroke of consciousness. No match for him. Though you’d begun to doubt if you were any match for him at all in any circumstances as you came to realise that his grip was an iron shackle around you. 

“You making me go hungry isn’t fair either,” he chastised, voice rumbling and deep. 

You sucked in a breath and desperatley tried not to let it show how deeply his voice affected every inch of you. The low growl combined with the way he held you was awakening something within you, though you weren’t feeling reciprocal of the hunger he seemed to be talking about. It was enough to make you forget all about the pulsing in your head and drove you to baser instincts, your cheeks heating and your heart pounding. 

“What’re you hungry for?” you asked, blinking slowly up at him. 

You’d hoped to entice him. Coyly biting your lip and dropping your voice, trying to charm his body to slope even further into yours and take what he wanted, do what you desired.

“You want know what I’m hungry for?” He asked, voice whispering and soft.

“What?” you breathed.

“Two bacon rolls at the very least, and some fruit and- oh stop your groaning. I have needs!”

You’d lost that round. 

-☠️-

König - despite ruining your fun - wasn’t a complete taskmaster. He let you slowly meander over to the bathroom and even had the decency to avoid complaining too much when it took you almost an hour to emerge from your room and meet him in the hallway. You’d milked every little second that you could to move at a snail's pace and sit at every opportunity that presented itself. 

However, you’d practically had to hold your jaw in place when you finally saw him again. He’d taken a shower as well, and was standing there with his damp fluffy hair and aged Rammstein shirt as if there wasn’t an arctic chill blasting its way through the old hotel. It was ridiculous, that’s what you tried to tell yourself, tried to let that dominate your assessment of him - but nothing could stop you finding him ridiculously hot. The thought of jumping over to him and convincing him against breakfast was only stopped when he took you by surprise and grabbed your hand leading you to the stairway. 

“C’mon, or everything will be shut before we make it outside,” he’d urged, making a point to speed up his pace.

You were still taking in his appearance and controlling your rogue urges to stroke his hair and run your hands over his weather hardened body. His muscles were strained and taught and, even when you’d tried to mention that you could go back for his jacket, he’d still insisted that getting to a food source was more important. He only had one thing on his mind, and it wasn’t going to be overridden by the weather or any of the urges you had. 

He was nothing if not persistent - something that you were grateful for every time you got the opportunity to lean into him. Smelling the fresh citrusy body wash he’d used while you caressed his arm, you dazedly walked beside him and let him take you to breakfast, nothing more than a passenger along for his ride. A ride that you could hardly complain about, he let you cuddle into him in the booth at breakfast and wrapped his arm around you while you’d waited for food to come. Your cure.

It was important that you’d gotten a good breakfast and fixed yourself up, it prepared you for your mission ahead - sneaking snacks into the hotel without the old bat at reception seeing. Even after a feast fit for several kings, König was still peckish and you’d bought a whole bagful of chocolate and pringles and cookies to ensure you’d avoid being dragged out again. After all, you didn’t want any interruptions to your movie day.

“Happy now?” König asked, stroking your cheek.

You’d gone to your room first and he’d thrown your bag of goods up to you through the window. That was how you’d found yourselves wrapped up and back in your bed again, occasionally munching on snacks while nuzzling into him. Rocky 2 played quietly from your tablet, propped carefully on the flimsy bed stand and served as a nice lazy day movie to cuddle up to. König’s body was nice and soft, and now that you weren’t drunk or hungover you could fully appreciate every contour and soft muscle as he flexed and shifted with his ever present restlessness. 

“Very happy actually,” you hummed contentedly.

“Good,” he murmured. 

You sighed and watched the movie for a little longer before you’d begun to get distracted. Your eyes had strayed from the screen and onto König’s face. Sharp ridges and little scars were catching your gaze, his sparkling eyes were fixed on the screen, reflecting the moving figures. They hadn’t caught onto your staring yet, which you’d realised all too late was getting a little too gratuitous, so you quickly cast your gaze down toward his T-shirt. 

It felt like your head had been filled with cotton. Your hand snaked out and dragged over to the centre of his chest where the fading chunky white letters on his T-shirt were burning holes into your vision - forcing you to mindlessly trace them. You were simpering away while you did it, obsessing over the thought of kissing him. It wasn’t like it’d be the first time, but for some reason you felt too shy to just do it. Perhaps because the only times you’d done it before the moment had been right for it, filled with passion.

This was a different situation entirely. This felt almost…domestic? The air was calm and there was no pulsing static and roaring flames crying passion, you were just lounging in bed together like a long established couple, cosily intertwined. Would it be ok? Would he want you to kiss him out of the blue? 

“What are you thinking about?”

You jolted and hazarded a quick look back up at his face, not missing his sly smile. Mind Reader. You bit your lip and finished your ridgid path across the soft second M of Rammstein, shrugging. 

“Tell me,” he urged, pinching your hip. 

“Not if you do that again,” you laughed, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“Alright...tell me then.”

“You have to promise not to laugh.”

“I promise I’ll try not to,” he said seriously, smiling when your eyes slitted further. 

You held eye contact for a moment longer, but soon chickened out when you finally decided to tell him what you’d been thinking about. You hoped he wouldn’t think you were being silly for getting all shy about something you’d already done before, as if you weren’t cuddled up to him bed and stroking his chest with no issue. 

“I wanna kiss you,” you mumbled.

He was quiet for a second before he exhaled, the rush of his breath coming down warm on your cheeks. 

“Why would I laugh about that?”

You looked back up at him and shrugged again, feeling a nervous grin tug at your lips. Even knowing who he was, knowing so many of his habits and flaws and humanity, there was something so intimidating and untouchable about him. No matter what you’d done before.  

“Because I was too shy to just do it,” you explained, cheeks heating to boiling temperature. “I’m getting all silly and in my head about it.”

“It's cute that you’re so shy all of a sudden,” he rumbled. “But I hope you know that you can kiss me whenever you’d like.”

Your lip was getting sensitive now, teeth grazing harshly against your swelling flesh. Chills stole their way through your back and sent your limbs shaky as you crawled up to meet his face. Suddenly the room felt like it was a hundred different temperatures all at once. 

“Thought we weren’t allowed to use the word cute,” you challenged. 

“Only when it’s directed at me.”

You rolled your eyes. He tsked at you - your only warning before he quickly rolled you both over and held you down with the weight of his body. His lower half completely secured  you to the shrieking mattress while his arms flanked your sides, a firm reminder that you weren’t going anywhere. It had you swallowing a difficult breath and shifting your legs, adjusting to the tingles that were coursing through your body. 

“I don’t think you like me being cute all that much really... I think really you like it better when I’m like this,” he said, his sultry voice like smooth honey to your ears. “Whenever I have you under me, you always look like you’re trying to hold yourself back.”

Freezing temperatures be damned, you were practically sweating through the sheets listening to his voice drop so low. Your eyes felt too full as you took him in, eyelids drooping to compensate for your blown out pupils. You could feel your lashes dancing across your skin like flustered butterflies.

König watched as you adjusted your hands, eyes flicking and following your movements like a hunter. You pushed yourself up and weakly rose, wrapping your arms around his tensing back and pressing your fingers into the bobbling old fabric of his Shirt. That had to go, you thought. This was going to be so much more than a simple kiss, you’d decided, you were ready. 

“You’re right. Definitely like this,” you whispered. 

With a newly discovered confidence, you met his lips and kissed him deeply. Your head pulsed and throbbed as stars burst across the darkness and pierced through the veil of your eyelids like a firework show. Your chest felt like it was being crushed as you melted against him, the pressure too much, your combined heartbeats creating a frenzy. His mouth was so perfect and his tongue twisting around yours was driving you wild, it had you moaning, a sirens call pervading the room. 

The moment lasted as if a spell were cast. As if you were both trapped in time and held close forever in your kiss, melted within an abstract portrait of impossible feelings and highs. Mind scrabbling, you slowly lay back, breaking the kiss and let your hands wander to his sides, coming to the hem of his T-shirt and lifting it slightly, stroking the soft flesh underneath. 

“What are you doing?”

Hearing König’s voice snapped you out of your stupor and you giggled, pursing your lips like you’d done something bad. You’d certainly thought of bad things, even if you were only trying to lift his shirt…

“Want to feel you,” you mumbled.

“Oh…I see,” he murmured, quirking his lips and perching his head onto his hand. 

He rolled to his side and shifted his weight  onto the arm that now dug into the bed beside you, tipping you closer toward him. It was just another reminder of how much of him there was, the sheer size of him. You wanted him so bad, it was the only thought you were capable of thinking as you scrambled to sit up and meet his gaze. 

“I need more.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you repeated dazedly. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, voice a little more tentative.

“What do you mean, am I sure?” you giggled, body screaming out for him to get back to work. “Of course I’m sure! Are you sure?”

He licked his lips and looked off to the side for a moment, as if some cue cards might appear over by the window. Rocky continued to play in the background - the scene where he goes to the press conference and Creed tears into him. You let out a little exhale of laughter when you hear Stallone talking about snowcones and it draws König’s attention squarely back to you. His eyes are unreadable tomes, he looks like he could be about to say anything which has you holding your breath and unwittingly freezing in place.

“Don’t get me wrong, I want this more than anything but…most of the time whenever I do this- uh, whenever I’ve been with people, they’ve…not been people I’ve really known or cared about, but I really care about you. I don’t want to rush things or do something wrong, you know?”

He barely breathed as he made his confession, his face filled with consternation all the way from his pursing lips to the bob of his adam’s apple. Despite that though, a flood of relief washed through you. He wasn’t pausing because he didn’t want you, he was just getting in his head about things too. Rightfully so, when you knew that deep beneath the cool hard exterior, König had a lot of anxieties buried underneath it all, spackled behind thick walls. 

You weren’t sure of the extent of his insecurities, but you knew that you wanted to help to break down those walls in any way you could. With that in mind, you cupped your hand on his cheek and stroked it with your thumb, grazing it along the golden line of his stubble while you looked at him straight in his searching eyes. 

“König, I really do want to do this with you and I don’t think you’d do anything that I didn’t want. I can’t even begin to tell you the amount of time I’ve spent thinking about this without sounding like a creep,” you laughed, watching as he dropped his tensed shoulders and seemed to shed his anxiety like a robe. “I’ve wanted this for so long, but especially when you showed up at that bar and finally showed me your face and your arms, I just-”

You trailed off and withdrew from him, suddenly getting self conscious as you realised you were about to vomit out your fantasies to him. It seemed like a good idea when you’d started speaking and then all too quickly you realised how embarrassing it was to say what you were going to say. Though, unluckily for you he wasn’t letting you off easy. 

“What do you think about my arms?” he laughed, face finally relaxing into an easy smile again. 

“I think that they’re nice,” you said weakly, throat drying like the sahara. 

“Oh yeah? What is it about them that’s nice?” he asked with a glint in his eye. 

“I um…oh god,” you laughed, taking your turn to look away. 

He laughed in turn, but instead of letting you have your moment with the invisible sitcom audience, he turned your face with his hand and stared you down with renewed purpose. Suddenly the simmering flame had been brought back to boil and you were feeling your heart begin to stutter again. 

“I want to know what you like, I want to give you everything you want,” he pleaded, making your legs go shaky. “I need you to tell me all those thoughts you’ve been thinking about me so that I can make you feel good.”

You could’ve passed away and gone to heaven there and then. His voice was so soft, but there was no mistaking the urgency in it. He was tense, filled with kinetic energy that was bursting to release, you could see it in the way he just barely shook, heart thrumming in his chest, could feel it crackling in the air around you. 

“I like to think about you pinning me underneath you…like you were doing before.”

“Oh yeah?” he urged, shifting so that he could assume his position. “And what else? Tell me.”

You took a raspy breath and continued staring up at him while your body lay prone. 

“I want you to take control, I want you to hold me…and grab me,” you breathed, utterly possessed by the idea you could make your fantasies come true. “I want you to kiss me again, König.”

His eyes were so dark, he looked feral. His jaw twitched as he listened to you and just before his lips were colliding with yours again, you took a moment to admire the way you’d undone him. Tracking the way his gaze raked over you, you widened your eyes as his hands gripped the sheets like they were the reins to a bucking stallion. You rose from the bed and met him, tongue darting out to his once more. 

König leaned over a little more, his knees dropping so that his body lowered over you, securing you in your position. You could feel barely a portion of his chest on you, but still it was like having a bear act as your weighted blanket. Though even then, his kiss was never too forceful. His lips synced with yours in a perfect harmony and his hands brushed up your arms and traced the curve of your neck in a feathery caress. 

“You’re like heaven,” König hummed.

You tipped your head back and moaned in turn as he pressed a kiss to your cheek then continued to trail them from your jaw, down your neck and grabbed your shirt, tugging it aside so he could kiss your collarbone. He lit little fires with every kiss, his breath tickling your flesh and setting off a flare of goosebumps. Your breaths were coming out whiny, filling the room like restless spirits.

“König, more…take it off please…”

You were begging, voice overflowing with desperation as you clawed at the hem of his shirt again. He laughed softly, but König must have been feeling benevolent because he didn’t make you wait much longer. He pushed himself up into a kneeling position and towered over you, pulling his shirt up over his head like a parachute and abandoning it behind him. 

“Is that better?” he asked innocently.

You held your breath for a moment and felt your eyes almost vibrate as you drank him in. Even though you’d been cuddled up with him for a good portion of the day, you were still in disbelief when you finally saw what he looked like underneath the shirt. You were forced to bite your lips so as not to squeal. He was the kind of man that inspired statues, from the defined pecs and abs to his soft belly, he was beautiful. 

“How do you look so fucking good?” you groaned.

He snorted at that and shook his head.

“You overreact everytime you see more of me. Are you going to faint if I take my trousers off?”

“I wouldn’t rule that out,” you squeaked, not even beginning to imagine how you’d cope.

He rolled his eyes at you, not losing his smile for a second. Secretly, he was loving the attention, loving how much you fell for every inch of him. The moan that he let out when you ran your hand down his sternum spurred you on, showing you just how much he enjoyed the worship. 

“You’ll have to even things out, of course,” he said breathlessly, looking at you with purpose. 

You bit your lip and looked down toward your own chest for a second, before sitting upwards to meet him. Your top layers were off in seconds, a new record, abandoned to the other side of the room like rags. Before König could get a chance to take you in you were kissing him again and urging him to keep going, drawing his head back to your neck, gasping as he gently grazed you with his teeth. 

His growls rang in your ears and pulsed all the way down your spine and to your legs, sending you shaking. Animalistic pants and noises were all that filled the room as you both explored each other, running your hand over bumpy scars, course hair and soft skin, kissing the thick expanse of his body when you could. Your senses were filled with him and only him, citrus and musk and muscle all combining to form a catalyst that soon had you crawling onto his lap and bucking against him for friction. 

“You need this don’t you?” he said softly and slowly, dragging out each word with a groan. “Does that feel good? Does it feel good using me like that?”

Your heart beat triple time - you were barely able to respond to him. He was gripping your thighs and teasing his hand over your crotch in small intervals, delighting in the noises you made when he touched you just right. It was the best kind of agony feeling him through the thick material, had you aching to get it all off. 

“Feels sooooo good,” you moaned.

You stared into his eyes, watching as he smiled and gripped the back of your neck, forcing you to keep eye contact with him

“I like it when you look at me like that. I love your beautiful doe eyes, looking at me so hungry. You look like you’re so ready for me. Do you want more?” he rumbled.

“Yes! More, please König please! I feel like m’ on fire,” you cried out, only barely coherent. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”

He laughed mournfully at that,, the kind that suggested he had bad news. The kind that said he’d love to indulge you, but not yet.

“I don’t have condoms with me,” he groaned.

“I do,” you grunted, separating from him for a moment. 

You leaned back and fumbled with the bedside table, knocking your tablet down loudly just as Rocky landed a punch, and pulled out a couple of foil packets from the drawer and a bottle of lube. It was as if you’d performed a magic trick, König went from looking regretful to looking stunned then finally settled on holding a sly smile. 

“Have I ever mentioned how often you surprise me?” He muttered, not hesitating in taking the paraphernalia from you. 

“No, but you can tell me all about it after,” you moaned.

König bit his lip, trapping the smile that clearly wanted to break loose. He was completely entranced by you. Instead of laughing at how feral you’d grown, he set to work unbuttoning your trousers and pulling them off of you, taking everything with them until you were fully naked and on display. He tilted his head downward and blinked slowly, looking like he was in disbelief at your body. 

“You’re perfect,” he sighed.

Blood rushed to your face like a tidal wave, and you broke your stare for a moment of respite. He was so intense, looking at you like a stalking wolf does a deer. Your chest felt thick with anticipation, not even in the least bit prepared for what was coming. He continued to hold you, one arm wrapped around you while the other was occupied, busy with what was to come. 

You gasped as he lubed up his fingers and began to slowly and painstakingly circle them around your entrance. He played with you, barely letting his sights leave your face. He clearly got off your stilted breaths, watching as you adjusted to the cold gel, moaning as he listened to the noises you made with a blissed out smile on his face. 

“You sound so pretty,” he purred. “Keep making those beautiful noises for me, yeah?”

You groaned in response, not able to give him much more.

Finally when you were prepared enough, he easily slipped a finger inside of you and stretched you out, gently plunging it back and forth before adding another. He mixed up his motions, massaging you and curling his fingers and creating a rhythm that had your ears filling with pulsing fuzz and thighs shaking like you’d been labouring for days. You cried out for him, begging him to fuck you, repeatedly telling him ‘please’ and whimpering when he just smiled at you and shook his head, eventually adding another finger. 

“Please König, need to feel you…”

“These are my fingers are they not?” he said, chuckling meanly. 

“Not what I meant!” you huffed, collapsing into his chest with a particularly hard thrust. “I want your cock! I want you to fuck me König!”

He snarled out a sigh and withdrew his digits, then kissed you, silencing your begging with his harsh mouth and tongue while he fiddled with his belt and buttons. After a few seconds he was parting from you again, lip dripping with spit, and rucked down his trousers and boxers in one. He pulled at them harshly and tossed them aside just like everything else. 

“Tell me again,” he uttered.

You drunkenly looked him over and had to double take when you saw him playing with his cock, generously coating the huge length of it with lube, getting himself ready for you. That was what he’d been (somehow) hiding this whole time! Before you could do anything to help it, your mouth hung open and you let out the most pathetic noise you’d ever made, a low lustful whimper. 

“Oh, you like that do you?” He chuckled.

“It’s so big,” you said wondrously, voice fading into nothing.

“Mhmm…you ready to take all this?” he smirked, pumping upward and opening his hand so that you could see the full hard length of it. “Don’t be shy, tell me how much you want it.”

“Oh god.”

You were so lost that you couldn’t even respond properly to his question, his soothing tones too gentle to register. It was going to be a struggle. You were going to feel every inch of it filling you up like a bed post, it was so impossibly long and thick to a degree that it filled even König’s hand. Though, still that didn’t deter you from bucking your hips against him like an animal in heat, welcoming him to ease it inside of you. 

“C’mon, I want to hear you say it again,” König ordered. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” you all but gasped.

“Fuck me?” he repeated back. “You can - ah-  do better.”

He was gritting his teeth, his body straining as he tried to keep himself together. The speed of his hand was picking up its pace and you whined, feeling like you were taking on some kind of punishment. You would feel far better than his hand did, why wouldn’t he just fuck you already?

“Fuck me, König! I need you to fuck me with your big cock,” you whined.

“Oh, yes,” he growled, “I love hearing my name like that. Come here, let me take care of you.”

He wrapped his arms around you and ushered you over his lap, dragging you both to the edge of the bed so that he could set his legs on the ground. You squeaked as his hands gripped harshly at your hips and lined you up with his cock, breaking his hold for a second while he teased his tip at your entrance, gently guiding you down onto it as if it weren’t going to split you in half. 

“S’already so much,” you moaned, loudly exhaling into the cavernous room. “You’re so big König.”

“Shh, it’s ok,” he soothed, bracing his forehead against yours. “You just need to take it slowly, yeah? Let me guide you.”

“It’s too much,” you cried out, wrapping your arms around him. “But it feels…s- so good.”

You dug your fingers into the soft flesh of his back and buried your head into his hard shoulder. A rush of hot tears were welling in your eyes, it felt like you were going to sob as you were fucked down further onto him. Though still, you were lightly bucking your hips back and forth, easing yourself further down and moaning in joy in how he perfectly filled you, how good the growing pressure felt, the burning tension in your thighs and in your stomach. 

Your breaths sped out quick and uneven and you dug your fingers into the ridges of his back all the more, unknowingly carving tiger stripes down the length of him. You were both seething, but neither of you tried to pull away, instead you only got closer, feeling like you’d been sucked into a black hole when he finally bottomed out, your atoms spread into a breeze.

“There, doesn’t that feel good?” he asked, sighing deeply against your shoulder. “You feel so tight around me, you feel perfect.”

“Mhmm,” you whimpered.

“I need you to tell me how good it feels. C’mon,” he encouraged, gently rubbing your back. “Tell me.”

“I feel…so full. Feels so big - but - but it feels so good,” you cried out, feeling as if you had nothing left in your head. 

“Oh yeah? You look so good like that, all dazed,” König murmured. “I want to savour this, remember how you look when I’m on base. I’m going to feel the ghost of you clenching around me when I’m in my room, you know that?”

You were clenching just at the thought! Humming when you heard him hissing in pleasure. His eyes were just as drunk as yours, drooping full of lust, a perfect mirror. He grinned just slightly, then gripped your hips tighter, forcing you up before bringing you back down again. You both panted and groaned, taking in the sensations zipping through your bones and burning flesh. 

It started off slow at first, König gently fucked you, letting you get used to his girth. You’d barely seen dildos that compared to the size of his cock, let alone experienced anyone fucking you like that before. It had you tipping your head back and parting your lips, whimpering up into the air like a pathetic wolf howl. He groaned and growled over you, breathing quicker and quicker as he increased his pace. He slowly but surely set himself into a rhythm, setting his head on your chest and teasing one of your taught nipples with his flickering tongue.

You were wailing, gripping onto his shoulders with one hand and threading your fingers through his damp hair with the other. He got faster, pulling in and out of you and sending your heart into overdrive. A warzone could’ve broken out around you both and you’d hardly notice over the booming of your hearts, the creaking of the bed, and the lewd sound of his thrusts against your slicked up flesh. Every stroke set off a new wave of fireworks inside you, a hand would lift from your hips and stroke you between your legs, only acting as a catalyst to the growing explosion. Your belly grew tighter and tighter as an orgasm stirred to life, crackling and sparkling at the base of your stomach. 

Though, just as you were hitching your breath, preparing to let go within a matter of minutes, you both were brought to a halt. Footsteps loudly crashed across the flooring outside and a hushed conversation ensued between two older sounding people, something about a strange noise they were hearing. How fucking curious.

“Geh scheißen!”

You giggled a little at König’s hissed curse and watched as his eyes took on a thunderously dark shade, looking like he was going to go out there and strangle the couple for their interruption. Rather than let him get too worked up however, you decided to take action and gently eased yourself off of him with a soft groan, soon feeling horribly empty. Once the couple seemed to retreat again you made your move, grabbing the edge of the mattress. 

He frowned at you, looking evermore confused as you gestured for him to get off the bed, but he complied with your order. Soon enough it was apparent what you were doing and he assisted, dragging the mattress off of the noisy frame with a thud. The further interruption had you both pausing, listening out for the couple’s return, but they never showed. They left you alone in the ringing silence. 

“C’mon, looks like it’s safe,” you grinned, lowering yourself onto all fours 

“Oh it’s like that, is it?” König snorted, watching you assume your stance. 

“What? You don’t like doggy?” you asked, wiggling your butt at him teasingly.

“Didn’t say that,” he corrected, picking up the lube again and reapplying it generously to his swollen cock. “I just like to look at you… you looked so pretty when you’re getting fucked. I like seeing you cock drunk and broken against me.” 

You twitched as he told you that, pursing your lips in a ridiculous show of chaste embarrassment. You both knew you weren’t that innocent, but hearing him say filthy things like that had you dissolving under his gaze like powdered sugar in hot water. 

“Unfortunately you’ll have to be a little quieter now,” he sighed, finally coming down to kneel behind you. “I’ll miss those moans of yours.”

He sounded almost comically wistful. 

“My moans-” you began, outraged at the idea that it was you alone contributing to the racket. 

“Your moans and whimpers, yes. It’s - ugh -  a wonder you ever…got called Sneaky,” he chuckled, cutting you off as he eased back into you. “You’re so loud and responsive for me. Can’t wait to hear you cum.”

You both groaned when he’d plunged his cock back down to the base - you from the sensation and the dirty things he’d said to you. Though, before you could make a rebuttal, or moan any louder, he curled himself over you, melding his stomach to your back while wrapping one of his big arms around, covering your mouth tightly with his hand. He had you secured against him, stuffing you full of him and trapping you with nowhere to go. Not that you’d want to be anywhere else. 

“You like this, hm?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, not able to get anything else out past his hand.

“Good. Because even if someone beats down that door and watches, I won’t stop fucking you until we’re both spent,” he warned.

You clenched hard around him and heard his breath of laughter as he felt the shockwaves of it. 

“You’re so dirty!” he purred, beginning to slowly thrust again. “I love it.”

He didn’t take as long to work up to his punishing pace this time. You whined muffled moans behind his hand, but very little noise sounded around the room beyond the gentle squeaking of the mattress springs and König’s whispered growls that tickled by the back of your neck. He sent your body wild with the things he said. Every word felt as if it zipped straight from your ears and down between your legs, your whole body electrified with the pulsing thrill. 

You feel so good around me, fuck, so tight!

Your body was made for me. You’re so perfect.

You’re mine.

You’re only mine, no one else can have you now. You’re mine!

You panted hard around him, could feel your breath ricocheting off of his fingers. The room felt like it was caving in around you, stars sparkling around your vision until you closed your eyes, embracing the fizzing sensation that grew from the back of your skull until it filled your head. The tight coil inside you was waiting to burst, you were ready to let go, could feel yourself crumbling over the edge. 

After a few more hard thrusts König could feel you going, he could hear the desperate whining that escaped from his hand and groaned. He fucked you with purpose, lengthening his thrusts and plowing into you harder, catching your sweet spot and getting you closer and closer.

“Let me feel you cum...I need it. Cum for me, Come on, cum for me,” he commanded.

Somewhere down the line you obeyed and let go, seeing a white hot screen seer your vision behind your closed eyelids, and feeling the warmth wash through you in an explosion. You moaned out loudly even despite your haphazard gag and sighed as the fire drowned down to a tingling ache that was allowed to settle only after you felt König chase his own release, sloppily thrusting until he ground to a halt, growling out a strangled moan. 

Both of you collapsed shortly after that, rolling onto your backs like two animals that had brought each other to mutual destruction. Pants filled the air, the smell of sex and citrus intermingling, breath spilling out uncontrollably while you both fought to regulate your bodies, taking in the sensations that still tingled around your centres as aftershocks.

You sighed and turned to König smiling when you caught his blissed out expression, you’d never seen him so relaxed before. His hair was messily splayed out all over his head, practically glued to one side as it had likely stuck together from your clawing fingers. Then when you cast your gaze downward, you could see that veins had popped up all over his arms, his whole body puffed up while his skin burned hot with effort. He was aglow with bliss and seemed so cherubic lying there all splayed out and relaxed. 

“So that was pretty good,” you whispered, disturbing his rest when you came to cuddle at his side.

He mumbled something in German and wrapped his arm back around you, tucking his head in against yours. A breath of laughter rushed past your lips.

“Is it your turn to forget English now?” you teased.

He paused for a moment, groaning tiredly. 

“I said that I thought it was more than pretty good,” he said after a moment, curling into your side.

“You’re right,” you grinned. “Best I’ve ever had.”

You could feel his lips twitching into a grin at that. König’s whole body resonated with the compliment, you could feel him getting puffed up with the praise. It took him a while to return the favour and tell you he thought the same, but he cottoned on eventually. It had you both chuckling, though soon you both came to a rest, relaxing in each other's arms and napping a little until König started to shift after a bit, drowsily making his way into a standing position.

You gasped when you opened your eyes.

“What?” he asked, turning to look at you.

“Your back,” you whispered, drawing your hands over your mouth.

König raised his brows in question and wandered over to the mirror, taking heavy clumsy steps over to it. He turned and viewed the damage, shoulder blades rolling as he inspected the thick scratches that had snaked their way down his body like he’d been attacked. He caught your eyes in the mirror and grinned, looking thoroughly pleased with himself in a way you’d never seen before. 

“Thought you’d mark me up and claim me as your own did you?”

Next part here

#König #König x reader #konig x reader #konig #könig fanfiction #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare fanfiction #mw2 #a rocky start

[mountainsandmayhem]

Congrats again!!! You deserve all the love 🥰

📝You know I’m already gonna ask for a Drabble about my man Joel 😂 I am thinking in the middle of outbreak and they get a moment alone in an abandoned building and he has some fun with reader 😈 I want that filthy mouth of his 🤭

A Lesson in Listening

18+

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joel stumbles into your hideout and proceeds to change your whole life during the outbreak.

“I told you to stay fucking behind me,” Joel growls, shoving you into an abandoned Target. You’d been camped out here for a few days, before Joel “sex on legs” Miller wandered in.

“Sorry. I was trying to help!” And you really were. Raiders are almost worst than infected, and you made a stupid move and almost got caught. But your intentions were to help.

“Need to teach ya to listen, darlin’,” he huffs, looking you over to make sure you aren’t hurt. His concerned slowly melts from his face, replaced with something wicked. Sinister. Eyes glazing as he looks down at you with deep black eyes. His tongue pokes into the side of his cheek as he steps back and crosses his strong arms across his broad chest.

“That what you need? A lesson in listenin’?” His voice is dark and husky, and you feel it in your clit as she vibrates for him. This man, this fucking man, and his almost unfair ability to turn you into a soaking hot mess with just a look.

You wet your lips, watching as his eyes dart to your mouth, and then to the column of your throat as you swallow the dry lump of desire that’s forming. “I promise I’ll listen from now on, Joel. I’m sorry.” It comes out weak and shaky.

“Prove it,” he challenges. “Get on your knees.”

You don’t hesitate. Dropping to the chipped and dirty linoleum floor. It’s cold through your jeans, and it hurts the large bruise that’s forming from the earlier attack. But you push through, Joel has intoxicated you in the last few days. Somehow winding himself so deep into the fabric of your being. Anything for him, you’ll follow him to the ends of the earth just to hear him say your name; never mind all the other dirty shit you have, and will continue to oblige too. Happily. Easily. Gladly.

“Take off your shirt and play with your tits,” he leans against an empty rack that at one point would have been filled with candles or seasonal displays.

As your shirt comes off, the cool air pebbles your nipples, but your hands, and the fire in his gaze, warms you as you knead your breasts.

“Pinch your nipples,” he barks. You rush again, rolling your hard little nipples between your thumb and forefingers. He shakes his head, chuckling throat his nose as you moan. “So you can listen?”

You pinch harder, gasping at the mix of pain and pleasure. “Yes, I’ll listen Joel.”

“Good,” he states as he removes his shirt. You feel the slick between your legs growing as you take in his sculpted body. His chest hair is somehow perfectly sculpted even though it’s the middle of the goddamn apocalypse. The happy trail of hair down the middle of his toned abs makes your mouth water. You know exactly what that trail leads to. His thick, ruthless cock.

“Crawl to me!” His deep command echos through the abandoned store. You waste no time, placing your hands on the floor and crawling over to him. He turns around and walks to the bed, sitting on the edge with his legs spread wide.

“That’s it. All the way to me.” He’s enjoy this way too much. When you reach him, you sit back on your heels and look up at him through your lashes.

“The bed was shakin last night. Wanna tell me what you were doin?”

Blush lights your cheeks and you look down at your hands. “Ummm…I-I was…”

Joel’s strong hand cups your chin gently and tilts your face up to meet his. “Come on. Be a good girl and tell me.”

“I was….touching.” You shouldn’t be embarrassed, you’re an adult woman, but something about admitting to Joel that you needed more last night feels wrong.

“Touching what?” He whispers, one eyebrow raising.

“Myself,” you say nervously.

“You mean you were touching MY pussy,” he says. It’s not a question, he told you last night that she belongs to him now.

“Y-yes. I just…I needed more.”

“I fucked ya stupid yesterday and that slutty little thing needed more?”

You nod sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

“Show me,” he says darkly. The tone of voice causing goosebumps to raise along your exposed skin.

“W-what?”

He pats the bed, “take off your clothes, and show me. Show me how you make yourself come.”

He holds his hand out to you, as you slip your small hand into his large palm he helps you up and guides you to the bed. You lie down, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them and your panties off in one motion. Joel shuffles to sit on the foot on the bed, looking up at you.

“Don’t get shy on me. Show me how you did it last night.” His rough hands reach to push your legs apart, his pupils dilate when he sees your glistening pussy on display.

“What do you do to yourself, baby? Do you gather all that slick and slip your fingers in? Do you just rub your clit? Maybe you do both.” He’s practically salivating as he looks at you.

Your chest rises and falls with shaky breaths. No one has ever watched you touch yourself before. You feel nervous as his honey flecked eyes burn into you.

“Show me!” He says loudly, voice echoing through the large, empty building.

You gasp in fear, hand shooting to your waiting pussy. You start by moving the building arousal from your hole up to your clit, light little strokes, spreading wetness. Once you’re wet enough, you let your eyes slip closed as you use the pad of your middle finger to slowly circle your clit.

“Fuck, darlin’. She’s so wet. Doin’ so good,” he adjust himself so one of your legs is draped across his lap, eyes wholly focused on your center.

Your lips part, a pleasurable sigh passing your lips as you apply more pressure. “Joel,” you moan.

He leans down, bringing his face close to your pussy. “Lookin’ good enough to eat. Add another finger, wanna see you come.”

His warm breath hits your pussy as he speaks, your hips bucking forward as the sensation. You follow Joel’s instructions, adding your pointer finger and swirling figure eights around your swollen bundle of nerves. “Fuuuuck…oh god….Joel, please.”

“Not yet, wanna see you bury those little fingers,” his lips graze your inner thigh, rough facial hair scraping your skin. “Show me.”

You prop yourself up on an elbow for a better reach, his free hand pushing your legs open more. “Start with one, slide it all the way in.”

Your middle finger prods at your tight hole. You whimper as you slide it in. “Is she sore?” Joel asks softly.

“Mm-hmm,” you nod, slipping your finger in and out as he watches.

“Add another finger, slowly. Once she’s open for me I’ll take over. Come on, darlin’.” He kisses along your creamy thighs as your tease yourself with the second finger, pushing them in slowly.

“Hnnnngh, Joel. I need you.” You say in a shaky whine. Your sore pussy stretching in a mix of pleasure and pain. His two fingers are about three of yours, you’re not sure if you’ll be able to take it.

“Doin’ so good. Look so beautiful like this, fuckin’ yourself like I ask. Such a good girl.” He brings his two fingers towards your lips. “Suck, get ‘em nice and wet.”

You lick your lips and then suck his fingers deep into your mouth, fighting against your gag reflex, your two fingers stilling inside of you. “Keep fucking yourself. Don’t stop, sweetheart.”

You moan around his fingers, bobbing your head up and down until your saliva is dripping off of them. “Lay back,” he says, pulling them from your mouth. Your fingers slide out from your pussy, slick coating them as you slide them up to your sensitive clit.

You fall back into the plush pillows, a luxury in this post apocalyptic world. Joel doesn’t take his time, sliding his thick fingers in, stretching into your wet heat. “Keep rubbin’ that little clit,” he whispers, before blowing cool air on your pussy and curling his fingers forward.

And that’s what does it. The pressure behind your clit breaks, waves of pleasure washing over you. You cry out, saying Joel’s name over and over again.

“That’s it. So fuckin good for me. Let go for me,” his lips kiss your thighs, the outer lips of your pussy, above your mound. He’s everywhere and somehow no where all at once, and you never want it to stop. “So beautiful. This pussy. Fuck baby.”

You finally start to come down, and he slips his fingers out, cleaning them off with his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. Your legs shake uncontrollably, his large hands coming to massage where they meet your pelvis.

“Good girl,” he says, placing a light kiss on your clit. “Such a good listener.”

#joel miller #joel miller tlou #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #joel the last of us #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #pedrohub #nikki answers

[globaloppaaa]

PLEASE WEITE ABOUT THE MATTCHU MY GIRL THING IM IN LOVE WIYH YHAT IDEA 😭😭😭

GIRL U KNOW I WILL 😈✍️ matthews my newest ult and i’m actually baffled by how versatile his personality can be, so let’s explore that topic a little more yeah?

warnings → female identifying pronouns are used, some swearing, a bit suggestive bc matthews the cutest piece of shit, matthew making that canadian question sound that he always does (ehnggg?)

maybe this is self-indulgent? my form of affection is bullying y’all i’m sorry i can’t control myself 😔🤘🏼

my girl. smt

There’s no one who loves the idea of flustered overloads more thank mr. seok matthew, who goes the farthest lengths just to make you vulnerable for him, a side of you only he gets to see.

he notices how a pet name in particular hits your heart differently when u came home one day, absolutely stunned by your achievements of receiving a high mark on an exam. Beyond proud of you, he gently tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, followed by a soft spoken “that’s my girl.”

and you’re left standing there, face contouring like 🤨😦😳

his brow raises, a slight smirk appears on his lips. suddenly he’s finding allllll the confidence in the world as he messes with you, because he’s found something that makes your crumble.

“you like that huh?”

“shut up.”

“ehnngg? just wanna know if my girl likes when i call her that.”

he’s stroking your cheek with his knuckle, and it takes half of you to refrain from melting into his touch, and the other half to resist uppercutting him in the face.

you scoff with a nervousness that’s doing a poor job at keeping itself hidden, and he takes the initiative of going one step further. Matthews’ arms find your waist, as his forehead gently touches yours. His’ voice softens, forbidding the walls of his apartment from hearing his sweet words to you.

“don’t forget you’ll always be my pretty girl, okay?”

and he’s overwhelming you with his love, so much that you physically have to hide your face in the crook of his neck, in a desperate attempt to avoid him from seeing your heated complexion. Matthew wants to acknowledge how flustered he can feel you are, the side of his neck burning from your crumbled state, but he holds onto the thought, not wanting to let go of you just yet.

he doesn’t want to let go of you ever.

#making myself blush with this one #zb1 #zb1 imagines #zb1 x reader #zb1 scenarios #zb1 hanbin #zb1 taerae #zerobaseone #zb1 ricky #zb1 jiwoong #seok matthew #seok matthew x reader #seok matthew fluff #seok matthew zb1 #matthew seok #seok matthew smut #seok matthew zerobaseone #matthew imagines #matthew zerobaseone #zb1 matthew #zb1 twitter #zb1net #matthew zb1 #zerobaseone taerae #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone matthew

[lulublack90]

Prompt 24 - Modern AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 23, word count 937

Sirius gripped his coffee as though it were a lifeline. It was the biggest, strongest coffee he could find, watered down with copious amounts of milk. He took little sips as he logged into his computer at work, brought up his list of tasks for the day and slowly began muddling his way through. 

He’d gone out last night with James, against his better judgement, not that it took much persuasion on James’s part. All he had to do was bat his hazels at him, and Sirius was putty in his hands. 

He’d been having a great time, downing drinks, shaking his arse to the vintage jukebox and then woken up in some fit lad’s bed, hence the massive coffee and the mind-numbing hangover. He’d crept quietly out of the little flat and stumbled his way down the harsh concrete steps that smelled like weed, piss and, for some bizarre reason, hairspray. Sirius had rushed home, hopped in the shower, changed his clothes and hurried to the coffee shop on the corner. He couldn’t even remember the man’s name. He put it out of his mind, reasoning that he’d never see him again anyway. 

It took an age for the little digital clock on his computer screen to blink to 12:00 and signal lunchtime. 

Feeling the need for greasy food, he went to pull out his mobile to order a McDonald’s when he realised he didn’t have it. He checked all his pockets and his bag. It wasn’t there. The panic had just set in that it had been stolen at the bar last night when his computer alerted him to a new email on his personal account. 

‘Hi, erm, I guess Sirius. Sorry, I didn’t get your name last night 😬.

So anyway, I have your phone. You must have left it here when you snuck out this morning. (You are not sneaky, by the way! Like an elephant in size nines!) But yeah, anytime you want to come by and get it is fine. I’ll be in all day. Crap, I hope you get this email, or I’ve just got myself a new phone. It’s actually a big upgrade to mine. On second thoughts, it’s mine now, mwahaha 😈!

Thanks 

Remus Lupin.’

Sirius stared at the words for a few minutes, taking them in, before picking up the work phone from his desk and phoning himself. 

“Hello?” A voice on the other end answered. “Hi, I’m not Sirius. He left his phone at mine last night.”

“Hi, Remus. It’s me. Sirius.” He added in case he hadn’t realised.

Well, I guessed when you used my name. I highly doubt anyone in your phone book knows who I am. Especially ginger toss pot number 1. There’s more than one ginger toss pot?” Remus snickered. 

“Wait, how do you know that, and how did you get my email address? Have you hacked into my phone?!” He felt outraged. How had he even gotten in, though? It was password-protected.

“Sirius, 6969 is not a strong password. Plus, I could see where you’d jabbed at the screen to unlock it. You really need to clean your phone.” Remus went on. 

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that.” He paused for a second, trying to rein in the snarkiness. “I don’t finish work until 5. Is it alright to come over after that?”

“Sure,” Remus answered. “I’ll be in.” 

“Great, thanks.” Sirius forced a smile on his face so Remus could hear his sincerity.

“Who’s Specky Dick Nuts?  Because they’ve been blowing up your phone all morning before I woke up and found it. They seem to have stopped now, though.”

“Oh, that’s my best mate James. Oh shit, if he’s gone quiet, he’s probably tracking my phone. Er, be prepared. He probably thinks I need rescuing.” There was a loud thudding on the other end of the line. 

“Er, I think your friend might be here,” Remus whispered into the phone. 

“Put me on speaker so I can talk to him.” He heard the faint click as he was put on speaker and the sound of Remus unlocking the four locks on his door. 

“Hi, you must be James,” Remus said. 

“Where is he?!” James’s voice was stern and full of concern. 

“James, mate. I’m fine. I’m at work. I just forgot to pick up my phone this morning. This is Remus, by the way. He kindly let me know he had it.” He prayed that was enough to call off the Potter inquisition. 

“Oh, cool. Hi, Remus.” 

“Hi, James.” 

“Sorry, I thought you were some lunatic. And you were keeping him prisoner.” 

“Oh, don’t worry. Happens all the time.” The phone line was filled with laughter, and Sirius had to hold his receiver away from his head.

“Hey, James, can you take my phone, seeing as you’re there?”

“Sure thing.”

“Thanks, Remus.” He managed to say before James hung him up. He felt oddly dejected for some reason but brushed it off. 

When he came back from lunch, he found a new email, this time from Remus’s actual address.     

‘Can I take you out on a date?’ 

It said. Sirius felt a surge of joy and so replied.  

‘What do you have in mind?’

‘Dinner? Movie? Massive shagathon?’ 

Sirius choked on his own spit at Remus’s reply. He coughed as he typed back.  

‘Jesus, Remus. Are you always so forward?’

‘What can I say? You made an impression 😉.’

‘Yeah, go on then.’

And that was how Sirius found himself for the second morning in a row in Remus Lupin’s bed. But this time, he didn’t sneak out.

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fic #wolfstar au #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius orion black #remus john lupin #james potter #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #sirius and remus #remus and sirius #omg remus #sirius totally drinks giant coffees #how did he not notice his phone was missing? #that boy is on it constantly #james potter to the rescue #hi i'm remus #remus and james bff's #are you always so forward?! #modern au

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

PART 2: 🚪 What’s wrong with a little privacy, huh? 🚪

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Your boyfriend takes you out to a nice restaurant, but you end up eating something not on the menu.

✎ CW: Oral sex, hand job, masturbation, kissing, public diddly-dooing, food play

✎ Word count: 2,666 😈

✩ A/N: Part 1: What’s wrong with a little privacy, huh? ✩

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The door swings open slowly, and the waiter appears, balancing a tray of shellfish in his hands. It takes a few seconds to see you, to register what he’s actually looking at: you jumping up out of Chan’s lap to stand next to his chair, face absolutely red as a cherry tomato.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” the waiter says, turning his eyes to the floor as he brings the tray to the table.

“No, I’m so sorry. We got carried away… this is entirely our fault I’m so sorry,” you apologize profusely.

Chan can’t speak, nor can he wipe that stupid grin off his stupidly cute face.

“Honestly, ma’am, it’s not the worst thing I’ve walked in on…” the waiter says as he places the tray in the middle of the table. “We made signs in case things like this happen, in case people want to use this room for… more. I’ll put one on the door.”

He nods respectfully and disappears once again, shutting the door behind him. Your eyes meet Chan’s once you’re alone again, and your reactions couldn’t be more different.

While you fight every urge to melt into a puddle, your boyfriend bursts out laughing. The embarrassment you feel is unfortunately nothing compared to the sheer love and adoration you have for this goofy man and his breathy, squeaky laugh.

“We’re gonna get banned, you know,” you scold.

“Naur, he said this happens. We get a sign!” he says cheekily, standing and holding your face in his palms. “Our very own sign, sweetheart.”

“Oh god…” you sigh and bury your face in his chest, hoping if you push hard enough you can just bust through his ribs and live inside his torso and escape this awkward hell.

“Hey… it’s ok,” he comforts you, rubbing the back of your head. “On the bright side, now we can really get into it.”

Your head snaps back up.

“You… you cannot be serious,” you say incredulously.

“What? We have a sign now,” he reasons, rubbing your back. “We have to do something worthy of the sign.”

“You’re absolutely insatiable,” you say, lightly pushing off of his chest to return to your seat.

“Here, allow me,” he says, rushing to the back of your chair to move it closer to the table.

“No, you’re not a gentleman anymore, you can’t fool me.”

Chan places his hands on your shoulders and leans down to put his lips right next to your ear.

“Well, I may not be gentle,” he croons, “but I am your man.”

After the last word, his soft, wet lips meet your cheek and apply gentle pressure before disappearing again so he can rejoin you at the table, like civilized diners. He sits and smiles at you as he unrolls his napkin and turns his attention to the steaming tray of shellfish.

You pick up a clam and use a small fork to loosen it from its shell before sliding it into your mouth, and Chan does the same.

“How is it?” you ask as he chews.

“Really good, needs a little more salt, though,” he answers.

“Agreed,” you echo, reaching for the salt shaker between your plates, but his hand lands there first.

“Hold on,” he says, keeping his long fingers between you and the salt. “I kinda wanna try something.”

“What would that be?”

“How about a… different kind of… sauce?” he says, cheeks reddening more than you’ve ever seen and trying his best to hold back a giggle.

You raise one brow at him, waiting for him to elaborate on whatever ridiculous scheme he’s cooking up, but he just smirks at you.

“I’m not asking the waiter for extra shit after that…” you start.

“…nonono. I mean…” he sighs. “Do you really need me to specify?”

Your unwavering gaze screams yes.

“What if I add… a little taste of… Australia?” he says sheepishly. “You know…”

You completely lose control the moment realization hits, and you can’t contain your laughter.

“Chan… you want to… come in an oyster? Is that what you’re telling me right now?” you ask, barely getting the words out between deep breaths and long chuckles.

His pretty lips turn down into a frown.

“Hey… don’t laugh. I was trying to be… kind of sexy…” he says, voice dropping off at the end.

“Hey, it is. Kind of. It’s also incredibly silly,” you clarify, but one look at his embarrassed expression has you changing your tune.

“But…” you sigh. “I’m down.”

His gaze is still aimed down at his plate, but he perks up a little.

“Really? I mean, I know it’s silly, but…” he pauses and slowly runs his eyes up your chest, your neck, to land on your lips. “It would be kind of hot… watching you eat it…”

His lustful eyes plead with your mouth, like if he just stared enough he could get his come on your tongue. And at that moment, there’s nothing you want more than to give him what he wants.

“Well…” you start, picking up a larger oyster. “You said it needed more salt. Why don’t you help me out, then?”

You extend your arm across the table, offering the shellfish to him. He hesitantly reaches for it, but you can see the smile growing.

“My pleasure,” he finally says with a devilish grin. “Hold on…”

He gently takes the oyster from your hand and floats it over his plate, over the edge of the table, and down into his lap.

You interlace your fingers and place them under your chin, propping yourself up on the table with your elbows. Just watching him.

He fumbles for a bit, then looks back up at you.

“I don’t want to overwhelm your tastebuds, so I’ll start light,” he decides. “Just the appetizer version to sample, yeah?”

You hum in response, hypnotized by the way his shoulders and biceps flex and move. He reaches under the table and squeezes your knee before speaking again.

“Ok, here I go.”

You can’t see his hand work, but you’ve watched him enough to picture exactly what he’s doing out of view.

He’ll tightly grip his cockhead — not wasting time with the touching and teasing you enjoy when you’re at the helm — and he’ll stroke quickly. He’s much more no-nonsense, especially when the events that will follow are even more exciting than the sensation itself.

His bottom lip disappears between his teeth as his forearm moves up and down just enough to lure some of this… sauce… to the surface. But his eyes stay on your face — on your lips — as the rest of him shakes slightly.

“Almost…” he moans softly. “Just need… a little.”

Once he’s gathered an acceptable amount of precum in the shell, he stops and lifts it back above the table, and holds it above his plate. His dark eyes are glued to your lips, and his chest rises and falls gently.

“Well… what are you waiting for?” you ask, hand outstretched across the table. “Give it here.”

He hesitates, just for a second, then drops the oyster in your palm.

“I hope it tastes all right,” he says mischievously.

You lift the shell to your lips and tilt your head back, letting the oyster and the sauce slide onto your tongue. It sits there for a few seconds, the flavors sinking into your tastebuds.

“Sooooo, tell me,” Chan urges. “How is it? Enough salt?”

One eyebrow raises as you purse your lips and stare. Leaving him in suspense for a few more seconds can’t hurt. But then he tilts his head a little to the left and pleads with those pretty eyes, and you know you lost.

“Honestly?” you ask, and he quickly nods. “Not salty enough. I think you can do better.”

One side of his mouth pulls up and reveals that cute dimple. You knew this would get him; he can’t resist a challenge.

“Fine, give me another,” he says, reaching toward the tray, but you grab his wrist before his fingers touch a shell.

“No, let me.”

You slowly push your chair back and slide down, knees softly hitting the floor. Your hands touch the cool tile next as you begin to crawl under the table.

“Maybe we just need a better chef for this…” you purr. “Someone with more… delicate hands.”

Cold fingers surround his warm cock, and you let the rush of blood beneath his skin return your hand to a normal temperature before moving it up and down, up and down.

His head falls back and his big hands grip the armrests as you settle on your knees just in front of his chair. His legs part as wide as the chair will allow for you, for your hand, your lips…

You decide against teasing him more this time and just give him what he wants instead. After all, it’s what you want, too. And judging by the taste of his precum, you’re in for a treat.

One hand works slowly near the base while you close your lips around him. It’s gentle at first, like if you squeeze or suck too hard you might break him. And you’d hate to spill his metaphorical salt and bring on bad luck — the devil may appear over your shoulder, convincing you to do dirty things, evil things. But that does sound like fun…

You suck harder now, hollowing out your cheeks to apply wet pressure on all sides of him. And you take him in so deeply, just a little deeper with each bob of your head. Giving him more of you, more of your throat. But it’s not enough, because his hand is in your hair, pushing you further down into his lap.

“Ohhhhh my god,” he breathes, trying his best to stay relatively quiet. “Jesus christ…”

His fingers interlace with the long strands at the back of your skull, pulling you up and down at a comfortable pace. He’s not worried about speed, he just wants to feel all of you.

He wants to go as far into you as he can — and then some. Feel the pressure from your lips and your cheeks and your tongue and the small gap at the back of your mouth and the tight ridges at the top of your throat. He loves this, and he’s so fucking lucky you don’t have a strong gag reflex.

“Baby doll…” he trails off as he slowly fucks your mouth. “You feel amazing, oh my girl, my beautiful… ohhh…”

His hips slide forward in the chair, and his thighs start to quake. He’s close.

You slide your unoccupied hand over his legs and up between his torso and the table, keeping your palm open like you’re asking him to hand you something. He grabs your hand to hold it, though, and his touch is sweet and wonderful, but it’s not what you need right now.

“What?” he laughs as you shake him off. “What do you need, baby?”

You close your fingers and thumb together and open them slowly, trying to imitate the opening of a shell. He hands you a napkin, and you throw it back on the table. He tries a small plate next, and you do your best to place that one down gently.

“I don’t know what to give you, honey,” he sighs.

You try your best shellfish impression again, and he’s silent for a few seconds, then…

“OH!”

An oyster gently lands in your palm, and you pull it back down under the table. Chan chuckles to himself and you get back to work right as a knock sounds at the door.

“Everything ok in there, sir? Can I get you two anything?” the waiter asks.

“Uh, no, we’re fine! T-thank you!” Chan calls out, his voice surprisingly steady given the circumstance.

Footsteps recede down the hallway, and Chan speaks again in a hushed voice.

“You almost got us in trouble again.”

You pull back from his cock to defend yourself.

“No, that’s you and your big ass mouth,” you tease. “I know I feel amazing, but have some self-control.”

His soft laugh quickly turns into a breathy moan as you take him back into your mouth. He hits the back of your throat a few times before you switch to targeting his most sensitive spots.

One hand grips his base while the other cups his balls, and his hands are gripping the arms of his chair for dear life. Your tongue runs up and down his shaft, breaking the rhythm every now and then to circle his tip or press into his slit.

“Close, b-baby,” he whines. “G-get ready.”

Tongue laid flat across your bottom lip, you press into the underside of his head to wait for your treat. The oyster is nearby, too, ready to catch a little bit for itself.

He doesn’t make it easy, though. Chan comes in strong waves, the first shooting straight back into your throat, the next weakly rolling down your tongue and onto your chest, the third landing safely on the back of your tongue.

You move the oyster into the stream for a second or two, just long enough to get some flavor. The rest is yours to savor on its own.

The bitterness hits your tongue first, but the longer it swirls and lingers on your tastebuds, you get the sweet and tangy notes. You could drink an entire glass of him.

“Fuck…”

You push his chair back and crawl forward enough to stand without hitting your head. His eyes find your face for the first time since you crawled under the table, and his lips pull into a wide smile.

“Oh god,” he giggles. “You look, uh.”

Your hand goes to your hair — the tangled mess that was once your nice date night hair. And you can feel the sticky warmth on your lips, your chin, your chest. You must look ruined.

“Well, let’s see if it was worth it,” you chirp, leaning back to sit on the edge of the table and slip the oyster into your mouth.

Your eyebrows pull down as you assess the flavors. Salty is more than covered this time, and that tangy sweetness complements the shellfish perfectly. It’s surprisingly actually really good. But you can’t let him off that easily.

“Hmmmmm,” you muse, staring up and off into the corner of the room. But you sneak a glance at his face — his sweet, anxious, expectant face — and those warm, loving eyes, and you can feel yourself losing the battle once again.

“Please, how is it?” he asks, almost pleadingly. His chest still rises and falls and his neck glistens with a few drops of sweat in the most beautiful way. Who are you kidding? You can’t resist him.

“Honestly, baby? It’s pretty fucking good,” you admit.

Somehow, his smile gets even wider, and he pulls you into his lap again. His gorgeous eyes stare into yours in the sweetest mix of love and pride as he pulls you close for a gentle kiss. Noses still touching afterward, he speaks.

“You’re not just saying that to make me feel good, are you?”

“I thought I already did that,” you quip and reattach your lips.

He smiles into the kiss and tightens his hold around your waist, and then there’s another knock at the door.

“Hello again, just checking in,” the waiter says from the hallway.

Chan looks up at you with nothing but joy and adoration in his eyes when he yells, “Actually, we’re gonna make out for the next half hour, so if you could come back after, that would be great.”

“Of course sir, I’ll set a timer,” the waiter says, and you think you can hear him laugh.

“Guess we have a half hour then,” you tease, physically unable to hold back your smile.

“Better make the most of it,” he replies, pulling you impossibly close for yet another mind-blowing kiss.

❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥

🏷️ @drhsthl @3rachasninja @channieand08 @ikykleeknowww @anjian3 @tooskathepiratefromshield @channiesbabygirl 🏷️

#i want to eat him #I will eat anything he gives me #bang chan drabbles #bangchan smut #bang chan oneshot #bang chan smut #bang chan imagines #bang chan scenarios #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x female reader #bang chan x you #bang chan hard thoughts #bang chan hard hours #bang chan fic #stray kids x you #stray kids oneshot #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fic #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut

[bunnimatsu]

Now what about dom Matsus 😈

im tryna clear out my inbox so, thank you anon for this one!

tag(s): nothing too hardcore but if it’s too much for you, i’m sorry!, lowkey cringe, nsfw, dom matsus, not really edited and its basically just me horny talking and pulling it out of my ass, brat tamer karamatsu (that one’s for you @thebardisabird and @squidzza , I DID IT)

i tried to finish this as fast as i could.

osomatsu, who’s absolutely merciless when it comes to pounding you. he’ll grip your hips and slam himself into you over and over again, never slowing his pace down as wanton cries leave your lips. when you throw your head back in ecstasy, a smirk forms on his lips. he leans down and nearly whispers in your ear: “yeah you like that? tell oso how it feels…~ say it~” and when you can only let out cries and whimpers, his hand comes down on the fat of your ass and thighs while demanding you say who’s making you feel this good.

karamatsu, who’s a brat tamer. he’s the second oldest. he has younger brothers who get on his fucking nerves, you think he has time for YOUR shit, [name]? imagine: you’ve spent a looong time dragging him around the mall and doing things YOU wanted but the one time he wanted to do something, you whined a little and said no. kara had it rough the day prior and he thought shopping with you today would ease his mind but that little stunt made him snap. he grabbed your chin and tilted it up to look at him, his eyes a darker brown than you originally thought. he looked mean… “darling…i’ve spent so long trying to please you today…just like how you deserve..but the one time i ask for something i want…i get a no and a whine.. i’m very tired, cherie…” you’ve never seen him like this before and to be honest, it made you squirm a little. “you’re going into this store and shutting that pretty little mouth…understood?”

and that was the night karamatsu absolutely rocked your shit. hands tied to the bed post and having no mercy on your pretty body.

choromatsu, who no longer gets nervous around you and started to show the strict side of him. at first, he was always careful when it came down to spending a night with him. gentle caresses and slow yet nervous kisses down your body, asking ‘i-is that okay..?’. you loved it, sure, but you wanted more. you knew what choromatsu was capable of, especially when it comes down to being mean. you see it when he’s badgering at his brothers, yelling at them for being lazy pieces of shit and…ordering them around. to be honest, it was kind of sexy. he was a little shocked when you asked him if he can apply that kind of behavior in bed but he didn’t oppose to it. so naturally, you found yourself facing a mirror while you were sat on his lap, bouncing on his cock. his hands made their way up to your chest to tweak your nipples and when you tilt your head back in pleasure, he firmly grabs your cheeks and makes you look into the mirror again. “don’t look away. i told you not to look away.”

ichimatsu, who always has to have you bound. gagged, on a good day. he puts you in positions you didn’t even know existed and it leaves your poor muscles sore the next day. ichi loves to get rough with you, treating you like you’re his prey while he’s the predator. your entire body would always be covered in bruises and bite marks and it makes him always smirk in pride. he always leaves your legs shaking, whether he’s drilling into your sopping wet pussy or driving his tongue deep into you, hoping to get more and more of your sweet essence. more. ichi wants more of you. and he’ll do anything to get it.

jyushimatsu, who pins you against anything and everything. there isn’t a single piece of furniture in your house that’s untouched by you and him. he’ll have sex with you at any chance he gets if you ask him. he’ll hold you up against the wall, his biceps flexing a bit in his compression long sleeve as he pistons his hips into yours. the usual wide-mouthed smile he has on his face is replaced with a look of concentration, focused on your body and how it reacts to his touch. but that also quickly fades back to his smile as he looks at you and laughs almost joyously, “am i making you feel good?”

todomatsu, who loves to tease you. light feather touches as you sit in your chair at the mixer he took you to. you knew what he was doing, and by god, did it make you squirm a bit. it all started because atsushi was sat across from you. you were just being friendly to the guy, chatting like how you normally would. but todomatsu hated that. he didn’t like the way his ‘friend’ looked at you. only he was allowed to look at you like that, why were you letting him? and then you felt it. todomatsu’s hands gently rubbing your thigh. you looked down at his hand then up at him, moving your leg away then going back to talking to atsushi. mistake #1. he didn’t like that, so he took it a bit further. when atsushi started talking to the others at the table, you felt your boyfriend’s hand dip between your thighs, brushing against your heat slightly. you jerked forward and played it off as something else when atsushi asked if you were okay. todomatsu retracted his hand as if nothing happened, giving you a stupid coy smile. that night when you two went home, your legs were immediately spread open while he worked the vibrator against your aching cunt. you cried for forgiveness as you made a mess for what seemed like the hundredth time. he smiled sadistically as he cooed at you. “i don’t think you really are sorry~”

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and that’s that!

sorry if it’s underwhelming, writing’s still not my strong suit.

anyway, i have to tell you guys agaaiiinnn, my ask box regarding writing is closed so please, don’t send me stuff unless i say otherwise 🥹

other than that, love ya!

- jarvis <3

#jarvis.fics #osomatsu san #mr. osomatsu x reader #osomatsu san imagines #osomatsu san smut #mr. osomatsu smut #osomatsu #karamatsu #choromatsu #ichimatsu #jyushimatsu #todomatsu

[kokorose]

Karma is my Boyfriend- CL16 smau

Charles Leclerc x gasly!reader

Summary: when your boyfriend cheats, you find comfort in your brother best friend!

Google translate french

Faceclaim: Ester Exposito

itsYnGasly posted

Liked by charlesleclerc16, PierreGasly, YukiTsunoda, DanielRicciardo, 1,728,215 others

ItsYnGasly: Sorry the old Yn can’t come to the phone right now… why? Oh because she’s dead.

It’s not as if the last 3 months have been full of lies.

Photo creds: Ybffusername

Comments:

Username: 3 months ?!? HE was cheating for 3 months?!?

Username: She’s in her Reputation era!!!

Pierre Gasly: quelle merde (what a piece of shit)

Ybffusename: get his ass you sexy bitch 😈😈

YukiTsunoda: let me hit him with my race car pls

ItsYnGasly: I’m very tempted but sorry Yuki I can’t have my favorite chef go to jail

DanielRicciardo: Get that fucker YN!!

LandoNorris: months?!?! Yn why didn’t I know?!?

Carlossainz55: yeah Yn months?!?

ItsYnGasly: because I barely stopped Pierre when he found out.

Username: Yn’s friendship with the grid is amazing!!

charlesleclerc16: his brain needs to be studied because how could he choose some girl over you?

Username: CHARLES?!?

ItsYnGasly posted to her story / charlesleclerc16 posted to his story

(a/n these are separate posts just mashed together due to media limit)

(ItsYnGasly story) seen by charlesleclerc16, Pierre Gasly, francisca.cgomes, 936,829 others

ItsYNGasly: Hola Cancún

charlesleclerc16: 🥰

(charlesleclerc16 story) seen by ItsYnGasly, Pierre Gasly, ArthurLeclerc, 2,167,700 others

charlesleclerc16: Cancún

ItsYnGasly: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ItsYnGasly posted

Liked by charlesleclerc16, Pierre Gasly, francisca.cgomes, Ybffusername, 2,672,034 others

ItsYnGasly: so this is what love feels like 🥰

Tagged: mon amour

Comments:

Pierre Gasly: 🤮🤮🤮

ItsYnGasly: 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

Ybffusername: not you tagging him “my love”

Username: excuse me Yn who is that man?!??

francisca.cgomes: ughhh you guys are so cute!!!

Username: who is “my love” yn?!

Username: what do you mean “so this is what love feels like”?!?

Username: charles in the likes!

Username: guys did you see Charles post?!? I think the guy is Charles!!!

Username: WhAt?!?

Username: yeah he posted a girl with blonde hair and also a similar picture

charlesleclerc16 posted

Liked by ItsYnGasly, Pierre Gasly, ArthurLeclerc, LorenzoLeclerc, 3,527,627 others

charlesleclerc16: loving you is easy mon ange( my angel)

Tagged: mon ange

Comments:

Pierre Gasly: 😮😮

ArthurLeclerc: is that who I think it is??????

LorenzoLeclerc: If so maman is gonna be happy! It’s not as if she’s been planning your wedding since you were little!

charlesleclerc16: LORENZO!!

LorenzoLeclerc: what?! It’s true!

PierreGasly: 😨

Username: omg not the brothers basically confirming that it is Yn!!!

ItsYnGasly

Liked by charlesleclerc16, Pierre Gasly, francisca.cgomes, Ybffusername, 3,682,627 others

ItsYnGasly: Karma is my boyfriend 🥰🥰

Tagged: charlesleclerc16

Comments:

charlesleclerc16: Je t’aime

Pierre Gasly: heeeeeyyy 😒

francisca.cgomes: YEEEESSSS!!!! Now charles won’t 3rd wheel on our dates anymore!

Pierre Gasly: 😏

Ybffusername: awww… but now I’m the only single one 😾

LandoNorris: Hi

Ybffname: hi

Username: yayyyyy!!!!

Username: ooohhh and she brought the TSwift lyric out!

#f1 fanfic #f1 social media au #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #charles leclerc x you #ferrari

[fairyofshampgyu]

i love himbo ! gyu so much tbh like it's brainrotting me ngl 💔

I ONLY JUST SAW THIS NOW FOR SOME REASON SORRY BUT OMFG YES HIMBO GYU 😩😩😩 I think about him all the time especially after your himbo gyu headcanons you really brainrotted me hard 😪 everything you said was so true bro ‼️No but that picture you used as your header always reminded me of frat boy himbo gyu as well like !!😩 so now i think we need to talk about himbo gyu more or I’ll explode.

Okay but also look at these pictures like he also looks like a frat boy himbo here hsfhfjdh

Anyway himbo ! gyu being so damn obvious with his crush on you whilst thinking he’s subtle but every time you’re in the room he’s staring at you like a hawk and not paying attention to a single thing his friends are saying, his friends asking him a question but he’s completely zoned out daydreaming of you lmao and yet he’s also so oblivious to your crush on him somehow when you’ve been straight out FLIRTING w him he just doesn’t seem to get it 😭

Gyu when you guys finally start dating being the clingiest bf ever he’s literally like a golden retriever or a lovesick puppy for you like he’s so down bad and once he’s finally forced you to cuddle him at the most unconventional times, he literally will not let you leave him for hours whining so loudly if you let go 🙄🙄

Complaining when you do work and never doing his own, luring you in by promising ‘study dates’ and that he will fr study this time but he won’t shut up talking about random shit and distracts you sm and asks for like 50 kisses 15 minutes into the session

ALSO HES SUCH A PERVVV and he’s such a thigh and ass man omg he will not leave them alone but bc he’s so dumb for them, you can use it to your advantage and tease him so bad 😌 like one time he’s just walking on campus and you run up to him and hug him and say hi then do a little twirl in a extremely short skirt or revealing outfit and bro has already malfunctioned and gotten hard 😪 begging you both to just skip class and go back to your dorm to which you dramatically gasp at like “you’re such a perv beomgyu omg.. !🫢😰🤨🤨 I’m just wearing a cute nice innocent outfit tf”

When that was literally your devious 😈 plan all along LMFAO TO TORTURE HIM AND GO CRAZY OVER YOU

He’s begging and pleading so bad but you force him to go to his class and he’s texting you in his class as soon as he’s in there saying he can’t focus bc all he can think of is you but he never focuses in class anyway 🙄

So you send him a few innocent pics in his lecture 🤭… maybe of your skirt ridden up a bit, plush thighs on full display and your panties

HE GOES INSANE, sending you keyboard smashes and saying he’s “fr DYING rnaBAJFKDJ<$*) STOP DONT DO THIS TO ME Y/N HSJFJ IM GOING TO DIE AND EXPLODE” he’s literally so painfully hard in his lecture lmfao but you tell him to pay attention

When his class finally ends he practically pounces on you dragging you to his dorm 😭 and now you’ll have to care of the mess you made of him, fucking your baby so dumb <3

Beomie’s got a big cock but dumb baby doesn’t know how to use it himself you have to help him :( so pretty but can’t use his pretty little head of his all the time

Call him a dumb puppy and he’ll literally whimper and cum in his pants right there he loves it sm, pull on your dumb puppy’s hair as well

Yes, he’s a bit ditzy but he’s def not dumb when it comes to eating you out though like you said, he could literally stay there forever and he’s so pussy drunk for u, pretty lips and tongue so good at fucking you and sucking your clit, big dumb pretty eyes looking up at you, he’s always begging you to sit on his face like he loves eating you out whilst you sit on his face and gripping on your plush thighs as he whimpers and whines underneath you it’s literally his favourite thing

Pretty but no brains or maybe he just puts the act on a lot more just bc he knows how much you like it and go crazy when he doesn’t know what to do and looks at you with his dumb puppy eyes, he’ll use it to his advantage as well to get what he wants, he’s still a major spoilt brat 😒

#moots <3 #tbh idk what this is 💀💀 #JUST WE NEED MORE SUB HIMBO GYU #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #choi beomgyu smut #txt smut #sub beomgyu

[unsolved-duvall]

Happy 1k followers!! 🥳🥳 My little request would be for smut, maybe something fueled by the adrenaline post-concert, or maybe doing it in the tour bus 😈

𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐞.𝐦. (𝟏𝟖+)

porn with almost no plot, but that’s okay because it’s eddie <3 (2.8k+ words)

Eddie was always extra needy after a show. Not that you were complaining. It was something to do with the adrenaline rush he got after performing that made him desperate to have you pinned underneath him while he fucked you relentlessly into the mattress.

Again, you weren’t complaining.

You were sat on the couch in the middle of the tour bus. Light from the street lamps flooded in through the gaps in the curtains that had been pulled across the large windows. You’re eyes felt heavy as you forced yourself to stay awake for Eddie.

He would be back any minute now.

The concert had ended a short while ago. You could already hear the footfall of the crowd leaving the venue. The excitable screams that erupted from outside were loud enough to tell you that the other band members were making their way out of the venue, and into the cars that sat waiting for them.

You and Eddie would be alone in the tour bus tonight.

Everyone else opting to stay in some hotel in the city.

For your own sanity, you told yourself that it had nothing to do with them overhearing you and Eddie on several occasions.

It wasn’t your fault the boy couldn’t keep his hands to himself for two damn seconds. And it definitely wasn’t your fault that you let him do whatever he wanted to you.

He was really fucking pretty, what were you meant to do?

You felt heat rush to your cheeks at the thought of what they all might have overheard, your mind racing back to the previous night.

Eddie had told you to be quiet.

But his head was between your thighs.

So, you felt him asking you to be quiet was a pretty fucking unfair request.

You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts by the slam of the tour bus door, your eyes darted across to see Eddie stumbling through the door, he looked back over his shoulder to shout something at someone. You didn’t catch what he said.

You pushed your body up the worn-out couch with your arms, sitting up from the slouching position you had ended up in.

At the sight of Eddie you suddenly didn’t feel as tired anymore.

His curly hair fell haphazardly around his face, untamed but still perfect. His bangs sticking to his forehead, a layer of sweat on his face told you the show had been a success. As usual.

His already large eyes were accentuated by the smudged black eyeliner that he had made you put on him earlier in the night.

“Hey doll” Eddie’s raspy voice broke the silent hum of the tour bus.

“Hi baby” you reached your hands out to pull him down next to you, he happily obliged. Flinging his body onto the couch, his legs bouncing with adrenaline as you brushed his hair back off his face, “good show?”

“Fuck you have no idea, I wish you’d seen it baby” Eddie cradled your face with one of his hands, running his thumb across your cheek.

A pang of guilt erupted in your chest at his words. “I’m so sorry Eds, I- I wanted to be there” The words rushed out of you in a panic as you tried to apologise for your absence.

“No- hey baby I didn’t mean that. You know you don’t have to apologise for having a bad day. I just meant that… I love you, so I’m always gonna want you to be a part of this shit with me” Eddie comforted you, his words coming out faster than normal, that rush of energy inside him desperate for a release.

You felt yourself relax at his words. Eddie knew you struggled, sometimes it all got too much and you needed to be alone for a while. Away from the constant noise and chaos that came with dating Eddie.

“Now” Eddie said, his hand sliding gently down from your cheek to rest under your jaw “is my pretty girl tired? Or, are you gonna let me fuck you?”

Eddie had never been one for subtlety.

You didn’t respond. Instead opting to pull him further into you by the collar of his t-shirt and smash your lips into his. He hummed, as if in agreement with your unspoken response, and kissed you back. It was desperate and messy and loud and everything that you needed in that moment.

Eddie’s hand slid to rest on your hips, his tightening hold on you a silent plea, his way of telling you how badly he needed you. You shifted your body weight and moved until you were straddling him, both of your legs enclosing his. His breath hitched as you made small movements with your hips, grinding yourself down into him as his tongue licked across your bottom lip, begging for entry.

You obliged, letting his tongue run over yours, completely stealing your breath as his kisses became even more desperate. You tried to fight him for dominance, your tongue pressing on his and your hips moving faster.

You knew Eddie would end up in control. But it was fun to fight him for it.

You both lost yourself in the kiss. Every time you felt his lips on yours it was like the world crumbled underneath your feet and fixed itself all at once. His tongue in your mouth made you certain there was hot lava running through your veins, your whole body reacted to him and you had no say over it, simply letting yourself be consumed by him.

“Fuck sweetheart, lay down for me yeah?” Eddie’s gravelly voice made your heart speed up just a little more.

You moved so fast it was almost comical. If you had been paying more attention you would have noticed the laugh Eddie bit back at your obvious desperation. He found it cute, that was all.

He needed you just as badly, he was just better at hiding it than you were.

You threw yourself onto your back, laying across the abnormally wide couch. Eddie stood up only long enough to pull your skirt and underwear off you. You laughed as his shaky hands ran down your legs, you could read him like a book, and you hadn’t seen him this wound up in ages.

He threw your clothes somewhere on the floor, you didn’t see where they ended up and quite frankly you didn’t care. You’d find them later. Or, more accurately, someone else would find them later.

You couldn’t recall the number of times someone would shout out yours or Eddie’s name because they had sat on the couch only to find certain items of clothing left there.

But right now Eddie was on top of you and every other thought that was swimming around in your head had suddenly left and all you could focus on was the way his hair fell around both of your faces; closing you off from the rest of the world, it was just you and Eddie.

His head dipped down to your neck, his mouth latching onto that sweet spot that had you seeing stars every time he gave it any sort of attention. Your hands flew up to tangle themselves in his mess of curls, pulling every now and then when he bit down particularly hard, always making sure to run his tongue over it afterwards to soothe the sting.

Eddie pulled back occasionally, admiring the love bite he was working on, hues of purple and red stained your neck, heat radiating off of it. You had learned early into your relationship that you liked to have Eddie’s mark on you, liked to feel as though someone loved you enough to want everyone else to know you were his - in the most feminist way possible, of course.

Eddie was clearly happy with himself, a small smirk crossing his face as he used two fingers to tilt your head even further to the side. His eyes looking intently at your neck. He dipped down one final time, wasting no time in attacking the other side of your throat, biting and sucking at the skin there.

Your back arched and your breath sped up with every movement of his mouth on you. It still felt ridiculous, the effect Eddie had on you, he had barely touched you and were sure you could come already.

Eddie would be sure to make fun of you for that later, only pure love and bewilderment lacing his words.

"Jesus baby" Eddie breathed, "you tryna' kill me?"

You looked up at him, confusion clouding your eyes, he noticed this and couldn't help but lean down and kiss you again.

"Your pretty little noises sweetheart, keep making them and I'm gonna come before I get to fuck you." Eddie told you between desperate kisses.

"N-no please" You begged him, "Need you inside me please, need you to fuck me" Your voice was high and breathy, completely unrecognisable from your usual voice, this one was reserved only for Eddie to hear.

"I know baby, I know" Eddie cooed, grinding his hips down into yours, only his jeans separating him from where you needed him most. "Fuck-" Eddie groaned when you lifted your hips to meet his, desperate for more, more, more.

Your hands moved from their place in his hair down to his jeans, quickly undoing his belt and trying to shove them off him, Eddie pushed them off and away from you both so fast any would think they had offended him.

They had, they were stopping him from being able to fuck you.

He pulled his top off at the same time, you had to give it to him, he could move fast when he needed something.

But he had been away from you for far too long, you pulled him towards you and kissed him, all tongue and teeth. It was messy and if anyone had been there to witness it you would have been embarrassed. It was almost animalistic, the way your hands roamed each other with such need that you were sure even when he was inside you it wouldn't be close enough.

Eddie shifted to lean all his weight on one forearm, moving his other hand down to run his fingers through your dripping cunt.

"Fucking Jesus" Eddie exhaled as he felt how wet you were, gathering your wetness on his fingers and moving them up to rub circles over your clit.

Eddie looked down at where his hand was, his brows scrunching together, he almost looked concerned, but he was just trying to hold himself back from slamming into you already. Desperate to make you feel good before he chases his own orgasm.

But you didn't want that. Not tonight. You needed him, now.

"Eddie" You whimpered, the whine in your voice was only slightly exaggerated for his benefit, you know he couldn't hold himself back when he heard you say his name like that. Voice laced with a biting neediness and all-consuming love just for him.

Eddie almost moaned. His fingers stuttering over your clit, quickly regaining their rhythm as his eyes darted up to meet yours. "Baby I need to be inside you, okay?"

You nodded and wrapped your legs around his waist, encouraging him.

"I'll eat you out after, yeah?" Eddie's voice was strained as he grabbed your thigh with his hand, pushing your legs higher up his hips. "I just need to fuck you now, I can't wait any longer sweetheart"

Before he had even finished his sentence he was pushing into you. His cock stretching you out in the same breath-stealing way it did every time. You sucked in a breath as he bottomed out, Eddie pressed a kiss to your cheek, a silent praise for taking him so well.

"Oh god- sweetheart you feel so good, so fucking good." Eddie moaned as you clenched around him, an involuntary reaction to his praise. "You tell me when I can move, yeah?" Eddie may be fucking desperate right now, but he would always wait for you to tell him you were ready for him.

"You can move baby, please fuck me - oh god" Eddie started to fuck you hard and fast, his forearms on either side of your head as he leant over you, watching your face the whole time. He loved to see how you reacted to him, how your face contorted in pleasure every time he fucked into you.

Your eyes closed as Eddie continued to grind his hips into yours, pulling moan after moan from you, he would give up any and all music if it meant he could listen to your pretty little sounds for the rest of his life.

Eddie saw your head fall the side and your eyes close completely, he admired your fucked out face for a minute before deciding that simply wasn't good enough for him. His ring-clad fingers grabbed your jaw and he pulled you back to him, your eyes opening at the sudden dominance he had over you.

"You gotta look at me while I fuck you angel, okay? Can you do that for me?" If you weren't so far gone already you would have heard the teasing in Eddie's voice, the way he mocked you for how easily you gave yourself over to him.

"Y-yeah okay- look at you" was all you could get out, all the words you could form cohesively.

Eddie smirked whispered out a good girl. He knew how it affected you when he called you that, he had even taken to calling you his good girl outside of sex.

You didn't appreciate it. It made you need to fuck him every time. He knew of course, that was why did continued to do it.

You stared at Eddie's lust-filled eyes while he moved inside you, you felt every drag of his cock against you. You had both agreed to stop using a condom a while ago, and it felt so fucking good you knew you could never go back to using one. You weren't stupid, you were on birth control. And neither of you were fucking anyone else, so why shouldn't you get to feel each other entirely.

You pulled Eddie down into another searing kiss, your tongues meeting and sending sparks down both of you. No matter how many times you kissed Eddie, it would always feel like the first time. Especially when he was deep inside you, it was the closest thing to a religious experience you were sure you would ever get.

Eddie suddenly hit that sweet spot inside you, a moan ripping from the back of your throat at the feeling. Like ice and fire taking running through your bones, every part of your body reacting to him, from the goosebumps breaking out on your arms to the way your nails dug into Eddie, clawing red marks up and down his back as you tried to ground yourself.

"Yeah, right there, huh? That feel good baby?"

"Oh my god-" words were lost on you now, you had admitted defeat, not even trying to tel Eddie how good it felt.

"Angel I need you to come for me okay? I'm so fucking close, need you to come first" Eddie bit out, clearly holding himself back for as long as he could, his hand gripping the couch cushion below you, his other hand moving to rub fast circles over your bundle of nerves.

That was all it took for you to fall apart, seeing stars and feeling like every nerve in your body was on fire.

"Eddie, baby- fuck" Your words were punctuated with moans and whimpers that Eddie was pulling from you with each move of his hips, desperate to drag out your orgasm for as long as he could.

"That's my girl" Eddie cooed, "Fuck you're so good, always so good for me." Eddie dropped his head down to rest in your neck, his lips running over the hickies he had left there earlier.

"Fuck" His strained voice cut through the haze you had been under as the burning pleasure turned back into something smoother, more consistent and less earth-shatteringly overwhelming.

"'M gonna cum baby, shit-" Eddie whimpered against your neck, the sounds of his desperate voice sending you hurtling towards another orgasm.

"Come for me baby, please, I need you to come inside me." You knew no matter how controlling Eddie wanted to be in the bedroom, he would always fall apart under your words.

Which was exactly what he did.

"Oh fuck-" Eddie came as you tightened your legs around him again, after they'd gone limp during your orgasm. You moved to tangle your fingers in his hair again, pulling on it slightly, knowing how much he loved it when you did that.

Soon enough Eddie's weight dropped onto you, his arms giving out as he tried to calm himself down. Always the gentlemen he managed to adjust himself quickly enough to stop himself from trapping you under him.

He lifted his head from your neck and placed kisses all across your face, finally reaching your lips and kissing you deeply.

"Fucking hell sweetheart," Eddie said, his voice levelling out again, sounding more like his normal self. "Always make me come so fuckin' hard"

You laughed and pushed his hair back off his face, little pieces refused to move, sticking to his face. "I don't think I did much there baby, that was all you" You retaliated, humour lacing your voice as you shifted slightly underneath him.

"You lay there and looked pretty for me, that's all I need you to do for me angel" Eddie promised.

You felt a blush rise on your cheeks at his words, he had just fucked you so hard your legs were still shaking but his damn words were what made you feel nervous.

Eddie went to pull out of you and you whined in protest, "No, just- can you stay in me a little longer, please?" You asked, your voice small.

"I promised I'd eat you out afterwards sweetheart, you don't want me to?" Eddie asked you, he was completely sincere. He always made you come before he got inside you, tonight had been different, what with you both being so desperate. So, in Eddie's eyes he owed you at least one more orgasm.

"Just want you to stay inside me, just for a little while." Eddie looked at your eyes that were clouded with need, you got like this sometimes. After he'd fucked you, you just needed to be close to him. As close as possible. He understood that.

"Yeah baby, I can do that." He assured you, his voice the softest you had heard it all night. "I'm gonna stay right here, okay? I got you sweetheart."

And you did stay like that, for how long you weren't sure. But before you both fell asleep, limbs tangled together like if you weren't touching you would die; Eddie made you come two more times, because of course he did.

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[bellewintersroe]

Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngineer Reader.

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 2 - here the LINK to part 1. Warning: Jen’s bf is a controlling, toxic ASSHOLE, so mentions of abuse that may be triggering to some. Bf is a dick bcs the angst is fun to write- Seb takes an instant dislike to her bf because he just has a good eye for evil people 😈 let’s just say Sebastian slays her bday whilst her bf… is a flop.

Australia, Albert Park, March 17th. “-And I told them, you gotta look out for Sebastian’s tires, but nobody wanted to listen to me!” I explained, leaning over to speak directly into the drivers ear over the loud club music. Our first race in Australian with the RB9 went relatively good apart from a good teething issues. Teething issues that I did point out but the mechanics were happy with the tires that brought Sebastian down from pole to 3rd- still not a bad result.

“Next time, I am listening to you.” Seb slipped an arm over the back of the booth, behind me, the comment and smile he flashed me sending a rush of warmth through my chest. With Dutch courage I was able to chatter freely to Sebastian. “Well, I’m not really a mechanic.” I shrugged. “Hm?” He leaned in a little closer. My breath hitched, scanning over his face as the tipsy man leant against me slightly. “I just said, I’m not really a mechanic…” I gently spoke, eyes falling to the small gap between us. Feeling a little tense, my eyes roamed around the room, suddenly catching a glimpse of a tall, dark haired man ahead of me. The warmth that once spread through my chest was ignited into an uncomfortably hot fire. It raged deep inside of me, the sensations of panic, guilt, comfort all hitting me at once. It was my boyfriend. All the way from England. An odd sickness knocked me still, and it wasn’t from the alcohol. “Luke!” I borderline choked out, feeling Sebastian pull back slightly, eyeing up the figure with an awkwardly dirty expression. I cringed instantaneously.

“Who is that?” Sebastian questioned jusf as I was pushing myself out of the booth. “My boyfriend.” I was just as shocked, if not more than everybody else seemed to be. It wasn’t that I acted single around here, I just never told anybody about Luke, my anxieties and uncomfortable sensation that surrounded the topic was no exception in the current moment. “Hi!” I breathlessly walked over, halting in front of him. “What’re you not gonna give me a kiss? C’mere.” He pulled me, as I tripped forwards, feeling his lips on mine. The sensation felt foreign, it had been over 2 weeks since I’d last seen him, I hoped with the distance came separation- but Luke was insistent that if I took this job he would follow me. Yes- follow me.

“Oh, you’ve still got that shit on your lips.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as I stared at him, forcing a smile. It was weird, I felt nothing, nothing but a slight fear seeing the bottle of alcohol clutching in his left hand. I already had the breakup rehearsed so perfectly in my mind, ready for my next venture home. The same breakup I’d attempted four times over in a mere six months out of the eighteen we had spent together. “Sorry.” I awkwardly spoke, not loud enough so he could hear me. When he turned to the rest of my friends sat around I felt a pang in my chest knowing what he was expecting.

“This is Luke, um, here’s Christian- you know Christian, Molly, James, oh there’s Manny, that there is Sebastian-”

“Yeah, I know who Sebastian is, hun.” Luke nudged me off as a joke as I now sat across from where I previously was, unable to meet anybody’s eye. “Oh, you never mentioned a boyfriend, Jen!!” James exclaimed. “Oh, you didn’t?” There came that passive aggressive laugh from Luke’s clenched jaw. I mentally swore as James’ word. I knew he didn’t mean it to sound so bad, but I just knew there’d be an argument later that night. Across from me, I watched Sebastian’s eyes narrow towards the man before he seemed to shake it off and sip from his own drink. It was only a brief glance, sparingly looking at Luke. Maybe I was just being dramatic, but he didn’t seem too happy. And when he looked at me, he just looked purely confused. That’s pretty how much it went for the rest of the evening, Luke’s anger was becoming more and more noticeable until we got inside the hotel room. To our left, was Sebastian, and to our right was a poor Hannah, RedBull’s Senior Strategy Engineer.

I was silent when the bedroom door closed, Luke stumbled straight to the hallway, spinning around to me and spitting when the door was shut. “Yeah now you’re being so quiet, hardly happy to see me after three weeks, are you?” “I was just shocked.” I stumbled, placing my bag on the side. “It’s your birthday next week, why wouldn’t I be here?!” He snapped. “I said I was just shocked, that’s all.” I repeated, reaching over for my makeup wipes. “Don’t bother wearing all that shit on your lips next time, looks stupid anyway.”

“Luke!” I exclaimed in shock as he blew me off, stripping off his shirt and dropping himself into bed. “You and I both know why you’re wearing it.”

“Because I like it.” I defended, harshly ripping an wipe out of the packet. “I don’t… I know the other men do though.”

“Oh my god, don’t start this…” I felt borderline defeated already, standing like a lemon as I wanted to plead with the drunk to shut up. “Yeah, oh my god!” He shot back up out of bed, still jean classed. “You never fucking said how many men you were working with, now you’re dressing like this, acting like this! You don’t even tell them you have a fucking boyfriend!”

“Please be quiet, everybody’s next door-” “You think I give a fuck who’s next door?!” He hissed back as I sighed, hurrying to make my way to the bathroom. I locked myself in, feeling and hearing him slam on the door in response. I could hear the heaviness of his angered breathing from the other side of the wood. I hated when he got this intense and riled up, it struck a fear inside me then I figured it was just better to shut up rather than ignite his anger further.

“You’re the only one who gives a fuck, Jennifer! Nobody else! None of these people give a shit about you either! What, after three months you think they want to be friends with you?!” I felt complete and utter humiliation as he yelled away, I knew these hotel rooms weren’t soundproof, the thought of everybody knowing we were having a domestic after one night felt humiliating and damaging- never mind his words that hit a sensitive part deep inside of me. “A world champion, F1, fucking celebrity, wanting to be friends with you. You’re fucking kidding me, Jennifer. Get a fucking life!” That night I slept in the bathroom. It sounded absolutely pathetic, I know it was, but it was the reality of being with Luke. It’s like now he was back I felt this odd attachment to him, like without him I’d be lonely and he was my crutch to this whole world. Pathetic, again. I knew, but I couldn’t control it. I missed the separation I once had from him, and when my birthday rolled around the week after he was still there, this time, in a different country, Malaysia.

“Happy birthday! Happy, happy birthday, why didn’t you say it was your birthday?!” An all so familiar voice walked in through to where I was seated in front of my computers, I audibly gasped, feeling arms wrap around my front. It was Sebastian. “Oh!” My hands flew up to the warmth of his skin, his hands gentle as he gave me a light squeeze into his chest.

“I- thank you!” I laughed, feeling him glance over my side to give me the most adoring smile. “23?” “22. I accidentally told the camera guy the other day I was already 22.” I winced as he laughed, arm sliding off me. “No need to keep your birthday a secret though?!” Seb stood up straighter as I pushed my head phones off, gazing up to him with that fluttering feeling lingering in my chest. “I know… how did you know it was my birthday?”

“I know everything. You’ll be here until 4, right?” “5 tonight.” “Perfect.” “Why?” “Just perfect.” god knows what he meant, he was back and fourth all day, working out, chatting, checking out his car, tyres, eating, chatting some more, getting back to work and meetings. Eventually I’d wondered if nothing was to come at all from our brief conversation, it wasn’t like I expected anything, but I was just confused.

“Your boyfriend treat you to anything nice?” Hannah perked a brow, offering me an oddly knowing look. I knew she’d heard our argument back in Australia, I could tell by the way she’d look at me the next morning, ask if I was okay- I didn’t continue any further discussion about it with her.

“Yeah!” I took a deep inhale, pushing one headphone off. “Yeah.” I responded again, gathering my thoughts. Correction- lies. “What’s he got?” She responded as I awkwardly laughed, letting out a gentle exhale through my nose.

“He’s not given me it yet.” I defended, biting down on my lip and returning my attention back to my computer. My teeth were gritted together and my leg began to bounce uncomfortably from under the desk.

“He’s not got you anything has he?” She honestly spoke as I cleared my throat. “No.” The urge to get upset was creeping up on me.

“What? Did you say your boyfriends got you nothing?” This time, an Australian accent approached, Mark Webber was there, brows furrowed. “Ah- not yet.” I forced a laugh. “Well it’s a good thing we’re all-”

“Happy birthday to you…” Oh my god… “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Jeeeeeen, happy birthday to you!” I gasped in complete and utter ecstasy seeing everybody gathering, singing happy birthday. At either side of the cake stood Christian and Sebastian (of course) with a huge 22 in pink fondant spread across the cake. My heart swelled and lips immediately lifted, I almost felt tears fill my eyes as I perched on the edge of my seat, blowing out the 22 candles lit across the cake. Nobody had ever done anything like that for me before, ever… and the mastermind behind it all?? Sebastian Vettel.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, for today!” I practically threw my arms around the German man. He audibly giggled into my embrace, leaning down to kiss my cheek as I laughed, slightly tipsy from the few glasses of champagne I’d been fed. Christian told me to ‘fuck off work’ and the lot of them all enjoyed a few drinks with me. “You deserve a good birthday, everybody does, no?”

“I know but… I just didn’t expect it today, I appreciate it, thank you.”

“I would’ve gotten you a present if I knew sooner, but… hopefully your boyfriend treats you with something good.” He honestly spoke as I felt my heart pang. A sad kinda laugh escaped my lips as Sebastian cocked his head to the side with a confused expression.

“What’s funny?” “Nothing, really, just… I don’t think anything can top all that today, thank you again.” I smiled as he nodded back to me, lips stretched. He reached out, rubbing my upper back before we headed back to our rooms.

“Oh and Jen?” “Yeah?” “If he shouts at you on your birthday, I’ll come barging in…”

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