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Hold me close - Prof!Carlisle Cullen (smut)

I know this isn't what you requested @emberfrostlovesloki – but I hope you still enjoy it! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Let's be honest, this is pure pwp, prof!Carlisle worries about the reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, prof x student, reader is legal ofc, age gap

Pairing: Prof!Carlisle x fem!student!reader (1.8k words)

The room was filled with students, a buzzing atmosphere that trapped them, forcing anticipation to flush through their systems. Every Thursday morning they found themselves in this room, eyes glued to the professor most of them fawned over, begging for a few seconds of his attention.

Professor Cullen had joined the university a few semesters ago, instantly becoming the students favourite professor. He had something to him that drew the students to him, lured closer by the man with golden eyes and frame so tall, they wondered how it must feel to have him towering over them. And trapped in the middle of it all was (y/n), one of the few students the professor called by her first name.

She couldn’t remember how it had all started, longing glances, inside jokes, cold touches. Nothing inappropriate had ever happened between them, Carlisle Cullen wasn’t one to cross lines that could end his career and ruin her future. And yet there was something between them that was anything but professional, an ongoing back and forth neither of them wanted to put an end to.

“(Y/n)?” His voice cut through the sounds the crowd of students produced as they left the class, already excited for next week. Their eyes met, drawn to one another like moths to flames, silently communicating. He watched her move closer, trembling feet struggling to support her frame, hand darting out to grasp the edge of the table he was leaning against. “Are you alright?”

Concern dripped from the professor’s voice, worried eyes wandering over her features, trying to stop his hand from reaching out to touch her. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, trying to find her voice, but the room began to close in on her, unable to speak up as her vision grew blurry, head pounding.

“Come, let’s get you somewhere quieter.” This time he didn’t manage to stop himself from touching her, hand placed on the small of her back as he guided (y/n) out of the room. Neither of them spared the curious eyes of the other students any of their attention, while Carlisle found himself worrying about (y/n), her mind slowly grew clearer once again, hyperfocusing on his touch. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Just water, please.” A hum left the professor as (y/n) sank down on the comfortable couch placed in Professor Cullen’s office, the room she had been in numerous times before. He moved quickly, placing the glass of water down for her before he sat down next to (y/n), eyes not leaving her features once. “I think I simply forgot to drink enough, I’ll be fine.”

“Mhm, you need to take better care of yourself, love.” The word left his lips before his mind could pick up on the things his mouth was doing, hearing her heartbeat picking up its beat. Even though he’d never admit it out loud, Carlisle loved the way her body was reacting to the things he said, the things he did, wondering how it must feel to have her pressed against him, fully focusing on every little reaction. “I can’t have my best student passing out, can I?”

“Your best? I doubt that.” (Y/n) didn’t dare meet his eyes, breath stuck in her chest as his hand found her chin, forcing her to look at him. For a few seconds neither of them spoke, while her blood began to sing in her ears, his eyes flickered down to her lips, allowing him to focus on the thoughts he had tried to drown out ever since meeting her. She felt his thumb on her trembling lower lip, carefully stroking the soft skin as a gasp left her, unable to stop the sound from leaving her.

Before either one of them could move, the sound of his alarm going off ripped them apart. Carlisle rose to his feet with a sigh, reaching for his phone to silence it once again. “I’ll have to leave now for my shift at the hospital. Do me a favour and text me tonight, just a small update on how you are feeling.”

……

Ever since (y/n) had left Professor Cullen’s office, she had wondered if their moments together had truly played out like that or if her confused mind was playing a trick on her. Whatever it was, she couldn’t help but be grateful for it, clinging to the memories playing in her mind over and over again.

She wondered how long she should wait to text him, but ever since 8pm had rolled around, she had been sitting on her bed, eyes focused on her phone. Again and again she tried to type out her message to her professor, wondering what and how she should update him. Her fingers trembled at the mere thought of her professor, mind filled with sinful images she found herself longing for whenever she got time to think.

Before she could send her text the professor had taken it upon himself to reach out, a simple “How are you doing, (y/n)? Do you need something?”. Heat rose in her body at the sweet message, biting her lip to stop her smile from growing even wider. With her heart pounding in her chest she typed her reply, fuelled by her curiosity and excitement.

“I am alright, still a bit shaky, but no longer close to passing out. How was your shift?” Her phone was tossed away from her the second she had sent the text, insides churning in excitement, silently praying to whoever was listening that he’d fuel a conversation.

It didn’t take him long to get back, but not in the form of another text, forcing (y/n) to reach for her buzzing phone as he called her. A deep exhale of warm air left her before she picked up the call, murmuring a soft “Hello?”.

“I don’t like that you’re still feeling unwell, if it’s alright with you I’d like to check on you.” She was glad that the professor couldn’t see her, pupils growing wide as her lips formed another grin.

“I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do, I’m okay, promise.” (Y/n) could imagine him staring down on her, shaking his head with a displeased sigh leaving him, not trusting the young woman.

“Nonsense, text me your address, I’ll be there in a few.”

……

If somebody would have told her back then that within the next hour she’d end up in his lap, arms wrapped around his cold neck, lips locked with his, she probably would have broken out in laughter, doubting that he’d ever give into their game. And yet, here she found herself, straddling the man’s lap, fingers tangled in his golden hair.

Carlisle’s cold hands moved up and down her back, leaving sparks to shoot down her spine. She kept on trembling, though no longer because of her exhausted body, but because of the things the man made her feel. He kissed her as if he was in search of her soul, chaining her to him with a few simple touches that left her burning from inside out.

“You can always tell me to stop, love.” She couldn’t help but swoon at the care dripping from his words, holding her close with warm eyes getting lost in hers. (Y/n) cupped his cold cheek, pressing another kiss against his lips before a quiet “Don’t ever stop, please” left her.

For a few seconds he stared at her before he flipped her onto her back, pressed against her couch with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her gasps left him smirking in pride, lips kissing their way down her throat, allowing her shaking fingers to unbutton the black dress shirt he was wearing. Both were fueled by their desire, unable to ponder on the question whether what they were doing was right or wrong, needing to feel one another.

“My pretty girl, such a pretty sight. I want to take my time with you, but I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle.” The words left her moaning, eyes threatening to roll back into her head as her teeth left marks on her lower lip.

“Don’t be gentle, mark me up, please. Fuck me, professor.” (Y/n) whimpered the words, coaxing a deep grown from the man as he rose from his position. Without breaking eye contact both got rid of their clothes, bare bodies searching for one another’s closeness. Their lips met once again as he sneaked a hand between their bodies, making moans claw through (y/n). His cold fingers felt all too good against her pulsing bundle, the perfect sensation to push her closer and closer to the edge, once again begging him to fuck her.

Carlisle was rough with her, forcing his cock into her tightness without another warning, but she was aching for him, desperate for him, ready to give him whatever he wanted from her. The tall man didn’t hold back as he fucked her on her couch, forcing her further into the fabric with his eyes growing darker and darker.

“Jesus, you feel so good, fuck.” (Y/n) kept praising the man, eyes squeezed shut, desperate to focus on the feeling that felt so unfamiliar she wondered if she had ever been touched before. Carlisle chased her lips, hungrily kissing the moaning woman as he fucked her even faster, leaving marks that would turn into bruises the next few days. Marks she’d forever cherish, smiling at the memories she clung to.

Curses left the two as she clenched around him, unable to stop herself from cumming with his name leaving her, nails scratching at his skin. It took him a few more moments to let go, holding onto her with his dark eyes taking in every inch of her body. The groan leaving Carlisle as he came made (y/n) shudder, studying him with awe laced in her gaze.

“Fuck, that was-” she struggled to find any words as he gave into a laugh rumbling through him, kissing (y/n) once again before he pulled out of her.

“It was. We can’t go back now, I hope you know that.” (Y/n) pulled him down once again, mumbling a “As if I’d ever want to go back” against his lips.

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writerpetals · 6 months

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w; exhibitionism, voyeurism, pillow humping, unprotected sex that is just a fantasy that i hope you find as hot as i did when i wrote this hehe finally had time to edit and repost this story ;_;

He never realized you knew he was there when he watched you. As if you would have left your bedroom blinds open, lights on and shining bright, for any other reason. As if you hadn’t been attracted to him the first day you saw him moving into the apartment building next to yours. As if you were trying to hide from all the nights you touched yourself, blinds open, lights on, naked on the bed hidden only behind an expression full of pleasure that heightened when you knew he could see.

The first night was nothing more than a test. You spotted him in his apartment, the warm glow of a lamp in the living room illuminating him. When you flicked your lights on, out of the corner of your eye you saw his gaze shift towards you as he paused.

Perfect.

You turned your lights off after closing your blinds a moment later, knowing he knew you were there and allowing him to realize he had the perfect view. The buildings were close enough to only have him as an audience thanks to being on the top floor, yet not too close to where a simple glance or shift of your eyes would tell him you knew he was spying.

Two nights later you left your lights on for longer. You could feel his eyes on your body as you undressed. You didn’t have to glance at him to know he was studying every curve of your skin as you peeled your shirt over your head, followed by the yoga shorts you went running in just minutes before. You didn’t need to look his way to know his eyes were glued to you as you turned your back to him before unhooking your bra, and then making your way to the adjoined bathroom to take a shower.

The light in his living room was turned off by the time you came out of the steaming bathroom, towel wrapped around your body and disappointment in your face when you noticed his blinds shut. Maybe he felt guilty, or maybe he was turning down the temptation.

It didn’t take long to gain his full interest a week later. The first night you decided to walk around your room completely bare was the night he didn’t close his blinds. A quick turn of your head to see his eyes on you was enough to encourage you to go all the way. You seemed unsuspecting, and he should have given you enough credit to know you could tell he was watching, but you liked the rush of him thinking he was getting away with it.

You laid down on your bed, back against the mattress, slipping a hand between your thighs. He could only see your breasts thanks to a hiked knee covering everything else, but they were fully exposed as you toyed with your hardening nipples and it was enough to have you reaching your peak in no time. Having him watch you get off had your entire body tingling when you thought about it the next day. You couldn’t convince yourself you wouldn’t try again, and you couldn’t talk yourself out of going further while giving him a full show.

That was when you decided you would do something a little riskier the next time around. Fully bare once again, blinds open, you began teasing yourself as you sat on your knees on the bed. You already knew he was focused on you. It was as if he wasn’t hiding it anymore, but you didn’t look his way regardless.

Your hands ran over your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples until your head lolled back and your jaw slacked. You went farther, dipping a hand between your thighs to find yourself already wet from putting on your show. You wished he could hear your moans with your fingertips pressed to your clit, rubbing slow circles to get you warmed up enough. More than that, you wished you could hear the noises he would make, as well as have his hands on your body, fingers between your thighs to pleasure you.

You knew you had to be patient, dismissing the idea for another time once you removed your hands from your body, instead reaching for a pillow near the headboard. You quickly folded it in half while casually glancing his way as you brushed loose strands of hair from your face to seem oblivious, with your eyes half-lidded. You could only guess what was running through his mind when you placed the pillow between your legs, pressing down to feel the cool silk against your warm folds.

You couldn’t help but to moan when you began moving your hips, hoping he was watching closely, hoping he would think about it later when he was alone and touching himself. You tossed your head back, getting lost in the moment, grinding your clit against the red, silk pillowcase while imagining him in your mind doing unspeakable things to your body. Your hands ran along your torso, finding your breasts to squeeze and caress, with your hips moving faster each second, whimpers of his name spilling from your lips.

When the pleasure started to swell between your thighs, your whimpers and moans fell short, replaced by gasps of air until you were overwhelmed with bliss. Your hips started to slow, thighs tightening around the pillow, toes curling, jaw slacking, until your body bent forward, palms pressing against the mattress to ease yourself to the bed.

You laid there limp, a sheen of sweat glistening over your skin, knowing he had watched every second of it, knowing you wouldn’t have come half as hard if he hadn’t. His eyes on you were the only thing getting you off lately, and sometimes you were tempted to walk over to his apartment and thank him for it.

However, the next day when you’re a minute away from heading out of your apartment for a run, a sudden, urgent knock on your door has you pausing while putting your buds in your ear. Instead, you set your things against the coffee table to make your way through the kitchen to answer the knocks.

“Um, hi.”

Hearing his voice for the first time, already half knowing it was him before you answered the door, sent goosebumps spreading across your skin. It was deeper than you imagined, yet his tone softer, almost as if he was incredibly nervous, or shy. Of course it couldn’t be hard to pint point the exact apartment you live in considering all the time he’s spent so far watching you. The apartment buildings aren’t that big to begin with.

“Hi…” You tilt your head, flashing him a confused look with your brows creased. You know why he is there, and the reason has your heart racing.

“I’m, uh,” he stutter, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, eyes falling to his feet as he tells you his name.

You already knew that thanks to one of his friends yelling his name from across the street on the day he moved in. You nod, trying to hide your smirk when you realize he actually is a nervous, stuttering, gulping mess before you, telling him your name in return.

“Can I help you with something?” He bites his lip at the sound of you repeating his name, causing warmth to surge between your thighs. He doesn’t even realize how much power you have over him already, feigning innocence before him with a curious tone and clueless expression.

“I just wanted to introduce myself.” He can’t look you in the eyes as he shifts his weight from foot to foot before you, with your head still tilted to one side, looking up at him with a grin, arms folded just beneath your breasts. “Sorry, I see you were about to head out. I should go.”

You don’t stop him. Instead, your grin widens, before watching him turn to head down the hall. “If you do need something,” you begin, making him stop in his tracks for a glance over his shoulder, “don’t hesitate to let me know.”

Hidden meanings drip from every word, and from the way he inhales a sharp breath before nodding, you know he realizes he is in over his head.

You don’t leave your blinds open for his viewing pleasure that night. You know once you have him hooked he will be yours to play with for as long as you want. You just need him to realize what a deliciously sinful thing he has, and without the view of you naked and pleasuring yourself he will either go crazy, or finally act on his desires.

A few nights pass, but you don’t worry. You keep the view blocked by shades and dim lights when you touch yourself, thinking of all the things you are going to do to him when he finally sees how much he wants you. Even if the pleasure isn't as great when he doesn't watch, you have to be patient as well.

It takes three whole nights of failing to offer him the view for him to come knocking on your door mid-afternoon, causing you to answer after you have just got out of the shower.

You greet him after a few light knocks on your door, hair wrapped in a towel and a robe wrapped around your body. “Hi.” You can't stop your cheeks from flushing at the sight of him.

Finally getting to see him before you, cap on backwards keeping his hair from his eyes, a shy grin on his lips, a loose fitting, gray tank not hiding his delicious looking collarbones, and even baggier gym shorts, has its affect on you. It doesn't take you long to realize he isn't the only one suffering without a view. You have gone four days without seeing him in his apartment as well with barely any clothes on, sweating, panting while doing some form of work out, carding his fingers through his damp hair. You would be lying if you said you didn't miss it.

“Hey,” he exhales his half-embarrassed hello, rubbing the back of his neck just like he did the previous time. Except now he has a paper plate with foil securing its contents in the other hand. “I, um, brought you something.” He has a hard time keeping his eyes on yours, every second more and more tempted to take in the sight of you standing before him in nothing but a bathrobe.

You can't contain a giggle. “You did?” You eagerly reach for his gift as he hands you the plate, peeling back the crumpled foil to reveal tasty looking treats. “Lemon squares?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles as if he immediately regrets the decision. His cheeks flush once he continues. “I have a friend that likes to cook, and well, I just wanted to bring you something since I just moved in across the street. One apartment building over.”

Your brows crease at his words. “Wouldn't your actual neighbors be better suited for this?” You giggle, letting him think he was being smooth when you already knew when and where he moved in, along with his perfect view of your bedroom. “And aren't they the ones that should be giving you a housewarming gift?”

“Yeah, it was a stupid idea.” He lowers his voice as well as his head. “Sorry.”

“No!” You nearly shout when he begins to turn away from you. “It's sweet. Thank you.” You aren’t lying. It’s hard to ignore the flutter in your chest at his adorable gesture. Even if you both know he’s only looking for any little excuse to stop by.

“No problem.” His grin is so boyish and bashful, causing the warmth to swell between your thighs at just how shy this man is.

“Do you want to come in?” In all his blushing and in all of your playing oblivious, you forgot to be polite enough to invite him in, stepping to the side a second after you ask.

“Oh, I wasn’t interrupting anything?” His gaze finally lowers down your body, unashamed for the first time and getting an eyeful of your fresh-out-of-the-shower attire.

“Nope,” you assure him, grinning as he walks past you before shutting the door behind him. You peel the towel from your head, trying to regain some of your image and not look so ridiculous, even though he has seen you completely bare and vulnerable time and time again. “So…” His name lingers on your lips in drawn out syllables as he takes a seat on a barstool, situating himself with his elbows propped up on the island counter in your kitchen.

“Hm?” You have his full attention while you grab a lemon square from the plate, slowly taking a bite as you stand on the opposite side of the counter. The way his eyes widened and lips part have you stifling your giggle as you chew the treat and lick your lips once you swallow.

“Please tell your friend he bakes well.” After a second, he nods, your words pulling him of the daydreams you only imagine him having as he stares at you. “So, how are you liking the view?” The question, while innocent in nature, has too much hidden meaning within each word, causing him to gulp, blink repeatedly, and mumble while shrugging his shoulders.

“Th-the v-view?” You can practically hear his heart hammering away inside his chest, thinking you are asking about the perfect view into your bedroom, but when you nod, lips pursed, and hum an “mhm”, his tense body relaxes just a little.

“That apartment building has a killer view of the city, if you’re lucky enough to snag yourself a room good enough.” You lean forward, arms beneath your breasts, elbows against the counter as you speak, not caring if your robe just so happens to fall open enough to get a better view of your cleavage. Watching him nearly squirm in his seat was more satisfaction than you needed.

“Oh, um,” he hesitates, running a hand over the nape of his neck, “my apartment is on the opposite side. Right across… from… you.” It was clear he caught himself mid-sentence, spilling away his dirty secrets, letting you know he has a better view than the city, but you only nod, not showing signs of any hints that you had caught on to what he was implying.

“Oh, too bad you don't have a nice view then.” His awkward, shy grin on his lips tells you he assums you haven't a clue. “Listen, I have to get ready for my shift at work. It was nice seeing you.”

With that, he is already nervously slipping from his seat at the counter. “Sure, me too.” His hand brushes over the back of his neck once again, realizing you find his shy habits adorable.

“Thanks for the gift,” you chuckle as you walk him out, pulling the door to you before he steps into the hallway, watching him nod while lingering for a moment. “Oh, hey?” You call his name one last time, watching him perk up, brows raised, eyes wide.

“Yes?” You can't help the way your lips curl in a grin, knowing how you have teased him, feigning innocence the entire time while dropping subtle hint after hint about him watching you.

“I'll see you later.”

The exhausting shift at your job has taken its toll on your body, proving that being on your feet all night serving tables left you with nothing but achy legs, sore feet, and heavy steps as you make your way to your shower. The warm water cascading down your body relaxes you enough to ease the pains in your muscles, and when you step out to wrap nothing more than a towel around your body, you are all ready to snuggle up in bed.

However, after his visit earlier in the day, you know he won’t remain patient for long, causing you to make sure to pull the chain to your blinds once you make it to your bedroom, the vertical panels opening up to allow you to set your eyes on that neighbor of yours in his living room. The lights offer a warm glow against his skin as you take in the sight of him bare chested, hair messily combed back, sweat pants hanging loose from his hips, and an intense focus in his eyes as he works out. The way your heart flutters in your chest only tells you how much you missed the sight.

You linger near the window a moment, not realizing you are biting down on your bottom lip, teeth sinking into skin while watching him move, his body coming up and down with crunches, his eyes lower, wanting to hear the music you know he’s listening to to have him so in the zone. Wanting to be in the same room as him, hearing his heavy breaths and pants, wanting him to be there just for you.

Lost in thoughts of what he could do, you barely notice his gaze shift towards your window like it has so many nights before. You barely notice his eyes grow wide and the way his hand lowers to the bulge forming in his pants at the sight of you, obvious thoughts of previous nights watching you entering his mind.

Except unlike other nights, you don’t look away, or seem oblivious to his gaze. You meet his eyes staring into yours, biting on your bottom lip and blinking just a few times to seem innocent enough. You watch his lips part, taking in the moment to understand you are now completely aware he has a perfect view of your bedroom, and you are aware he has been watching you all those lonely nights while leaving your blinds open just for him.

But it was all a part of the plan, and with a smirk forming on your lips as you stare into his living room, your brows arch, awaiting his reaction. He rises and steps closer to the window after reaching for a remote to mute his stereo he had obviously working out to, hand returning to the bulge in his pants as he licks his lips.

No longer are there secrets or feigning innocence. Everything is out in the open as the two of you stare at one another, and you decide to take it a step further by reaching to unravel the towel so tightly secured around your body. The white cloth pools around your ankles, giving him the perfect view of what he has no doubt been missing the past few nights.

You can’t ignore the rush of adrenaline coursing through your body, or deny how much you love the way he licks his lips once more, hand caressing his length through his pants. It only encourages you to finally step away from the window to make your way towards the bed, carefully and slowly crawling with your knees pressed to the sheets until he has a perfect view of what is between your thighs.

You bend over, hand slipping between your legs with your head turning to glance at him over your shoulders, noticing him watching ever so intently as you stroke your folds back and forth. Your fingers find your clit, stroking small circles over your flesh to give him the show he has been so desperately looking for. Giving him the invitation to take what he wants, with your hips rocking against your hand as your fingers quicken in pace. Begging him without words to go to you and finish what you have started.

The single flip of a light switch turning off breaks your concentration, stopping all motions to turn with fluttering lids and look into his window, only to see him no longer standing there. His apartment has gone pitch black. He has left.

And you know heis on his way over to you at that very moment.

The urgent knocks against your door has your already racing heart skipping a beat. Your fingers tremble as you grab your robe, slowly securing it around your body while hesitant footsteps carry you to the sound.

His lips are on yours the second you pull the door open. Desperate hands reach for you, arms wrapping around your body to pull you in close and you can't deny him in the slightest. You have been waiting for the moment to feel his lips against yours, feel his body melting into your body, and feel his heart pounding in his chest as he backs you away from the door toward your bedroom.

“So,” he says, pulling away as breathless as ever with his swollen lips nearly quivering, “it was all a game to you the entire time?” His realization is taking its toll on him, with everything clicking at once and his tone tells you he wants to be angry, if only he wasn't so eager to have you.

“I-” You try to explain, to say something, anything, but his lips meeting yours once again cuts off your words just as fast as you started. His grip is tight against your waist as he guides you farther into the room, sloppy kisses trailing from your mouth down to your jaw before settling against your neck.

“You were fucking toying with me,” he growls, earning a grunt when your back finally comes in contact with the frigid surface of your bedroom window, “that whole time.”

You whimper his name, but you have no excuse and no strength to argue with him even if you did. The way his hands lower from your waist to your thighs to hoist your body up against the window’s ledge has you trembling. The way his tongue teases your skin before his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh has the room spinning. And it only adds to the blissful torture when his hands harshly spread your legs, inviting himself between them to press his painfully hard cock against your bare center.

“Since you enjoy games so much,” he begins, tugging at the flimsy string holding your robe closed, “why don't I fuck you right here where everyone can see? Right in front of this window… isn’t that what gets you off, baby?” The moment your robe falls open to uncover your body, his hands are on you. Palms caress your skin, cupping your breasts before his thumbs tease your erect, sensitive nipples with a simple brush of contact, rendering you speechless.

Not that it matters when he presses his mouth to yours, silencing any protests you never had in the first place before his tongue skims over the delicate flesh of your bottom lip. You invite him in a second later, feeling him massage your tongue ever so carefully in contrast to the way his hands so desperately begin to touch your body. His breaths are hot and heavy against your skin as he pushes the robe from your shoulders, once again exposed and vulnerable for him just like so many nights before, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Do it, then,” you challenge him in a gasp after pulling away, eyes locking with his darkened expression to see the amount of lust filling him, “fuck me.”

And he takes the challenge, groaning at your words just before he grips the neck of his t-shirt to pull over his head, tossing it aside a second before he reaches for your hips to pull you from the ledge. In an instant you’re being turned around, ass toward him and your chest pressing to the cold glass window, a gasp filling the small space to leave a foggy remnant of your heavy breaths against its surface as his hands lower.

Fingers skimmed over the soft skin of your ass as you push your hips out for him, inviting him with a whimper of his name to do as he wishes. Another groan slips from his lips just before a single hand dips between your thighs, fingertips brushing over the hot and sensitive folds to have you quivering against the window.

“Do you know how many nights,” he begins, feeling his fingers circle your soaked entrance as he speaks, causing you to want nothing more than to push down onto the digits, “how many nights I watched you, thinking it was wrong yet not being able to stop myself?”

You whine his name, more breathless than ever before as you attempt to roll your hips against his hand, “please.” But a tight grip against your hip from his other hand keeps you standing in place, suffering the teasing of his fingers barely entering you before pulling away.

“Do you know how many nights I had to go to bed thinking of you, touching myself while fantasizing of all the things I wanted to do to you?” The question has you quivering, knowing that’s exactly what you wanted when you first decided to give him your little show, knowing the teasing you would have to endure just the same was nothing less than deserved.

His fingers soon trail from your entrance to slip higher over your slit, caressing over your folds against the sides of your throbbing, aching clit, but not daring to touch just yet. A breathless moan leaves your lips, wanting him to desperately to touch where you need it the most, but his motions remain the same as he teases your slick center after toying with your clit, wishing that any second you would feel him enter you, feeling him offer release against the ever so sensitive bud, or finally give you his cock above all else.

You are seconds away from pleading for what you need when his hand finally slips back to ease two fingers deep within you without warning, causing you to latch onto the window’s edge to brace yourself, feeling the digits begin to pump in and out of your tightening walls. He groans at feeling your arousal drip from your core to coat his fingers, loving how eager your body is for him, loving how your hips rock back against his hand and loving the noises you make just for him.

But you need more, the teasing beforehand too much to bear as you attempt to ease your own hand between your thighs to relieve yourself of the ache, but he is quick to take a firm hold on your wrist as he reaches around with his free hand. Fingers continue to pump in and out of your walls at a slow pace just as he pins your wrist against the window, causing you to whimper his name again and again. You need release as you push your hips onto his fingers, gasping as the digits enter you deeper and causing you to clench as you pull away, only to repeat the process over and over.

He seems to enjoy you fucking yourself against his fingers, only earning groans in response from behind filling deep in his chest at the sight of you slipping up and down, arousal dripping over his skin more and more the harder your press your hips to him. His grip on your wrist becomes a blissful sting of pain and pleasure as his fingers wrap tighter against your skin to keep you in place, the nails of your other hand clawing at the windowsill with nothing but whimpers and moans leaving your lips.

“Please...” So breathlessly you beg him, wanting to feel him inside of you, wanting him to rid your body of the tension, of the ache between your legs reaching out to every limb.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he orders, breath deep and raspy and strained against your ear, fingers pumping harshly in and out of you to earn every last whimper of his name that leaves your lips, “and I’ll give it to you.”

“Please,” you gasp, overwhelmed with the sudden force of his hand between your legs and the pleasure that courses through your entire being, “I w-want to feel y-you. I want to feel you-your cock.”

He has no intention of protesting as he pulls his fingers from within you, and instead wraps an arm around your waist to quickly guide you to your bed that was just behind the both of you. Your back hits the softness of the mattress with a bounce, earning another whimper as you watch him push his sweatpants to the floor before he climbs between your legs to meet your body on the bed.

Desperately his lips crash into yours, feeling his hardness press to your soaked slit, feeling his body mold into yours as he pushes his hips against you just to tease once again. You nibble against his bottom lip, tugging lightly with your teeth to hear a groan hit your ears in return and to feel his cock press against your center as you buck your hips to slip up and down his length.

Suddenly, he grabs both of your wrists to pull your grip from his bare shoulders, instead pinning your arms above your head while flashing a wicked smirk across his lips. You want to whine, to beg and plead but the sight of him biting his bottom lip, eyes full of desire and lust as he peers down at you, leaves you so absolutely speechless, breathless even, that all you can do is lay beneath him trembling in anticipation.

“Patience, baby,” he says, one hand still pinning both of your wrists above your head, the other taking a firm grip of his cock to ease the tip over your folds. Your legs threaten to clasp together as they twitch, if only his thighs beneath them didn’t have them spread so far as he leans in, pushing just the head of his cock against your dripping entrance to have you gasping his name.

Then he pulls away, torturing you further as you wiggle your hips beneath him, begging without words for what you want most. He presses against you once more, pushing his cock into you slowly, taking his time to have you so worked up beyond belief, pleading with a whimper of his name.

“You’re so wet, baby.” His deep chuckle against your skin only taunts you, mouth skimming over the flesh of your neck as your head lolls back, enduring every moment of teasing with the tip of his cock pushing against you only to pull away a moment later to leave you empty. “You’re dripping, just for me, baby.” He kisses your neck as you gulp down the words you don’t have the strength to release regardless, lips so soft and tender against your skin to drive you wild.

And when you can barely stand anymore, becoming a quivering mess beneath him, he finally enters you, slowly, gently, pushing his hips against your body and thrusting his cock deep within your tightening walls, earning a gasp with your eyes shutting tight and your mouth falling open.

“Oh my G-god.” You can barely speak, barely form words or even think as he fills you up, only to call out his name once again when he pulls out, pulls away and with a twitch of his hips he thrusts back into you all over again.

“Harder,” you instruct him, so breathless once again, “faster.” Your voice grows too hoarse to speak, but he listens to your words. He listens to your body, the way you tighten around his length when he enters you. The way you moan and curse and huff anytime he thrusts just right to have your legs drawing up to his sides, still trembling, shaking, nearly giving out because the pleasure, the pressure from his hips, becomes too much to bear.

Thoughts of getting caught, of fucking with curtains drawn knowing anyone could see if they looked hard enough, leaves both of your minds. Neither of you care when you are so wrapped up in one another. With you loving the way he loses control and with him loving every moment of feeling your body react to him.

Your release approaches quickly, back arching from the bed, nails digging into the palms of your hands still pinned to the sheets, legs wrapped tight around his waist, taking every long, deep thrust of his cock within you until a final gasp spilled from your lips as the pleasure coursed through you.

He abruptly releases your hands, allowing you to grab on tight to his shoulders, nails clawing skin as he takes hold of your hips, keeping you in place while ruthlessly thrusting in and out through your bliss that swelled from your center to every inch of your body. His fingers press harder, drawing out every breathless moan, every strained whimper, every gasp of his name until your body grows too limp, too weak, with limbs slacking at your sides.

But he is far from done, slowing his hips to hit deep within your walls with aggressive thrusts, bringing his own peak closer and closer as you whine from the overwhelming sensation, too sensitive, too far gone to handle much more, shuddering with every push of his cock within you. Your mind grows numb, the sounds of his groans drowning out around you until he suddenly pulls away.

You watch through fluttering lids as he grips himself in his hand, pumping his length a few times before releasing over you, strings of white coating the flesh of your stomach as he bites his lip, heavy breaths filling the room seconds before his body slumps beside you.

A few moments of catching your breaths, collecting yourselves, and gathering strength leads him to ease off your bed, reaching for his sweatpants to cover himself before making his way to your bathroom, only to return with a towel to rid you of any mess. You can’t help but to giggle tiredly as he takes care of you, bliss still filling you up even though the pleasure is over.

“So,” you begin, leaning up as he tosses the towel to the side, “are you really upset with me?” You bat your lashes as you recall his anger within his lust when he first entered your apartment, earning a chuckle from him before he turn to grab your discarded robe from the floor, but not before he tugs on the chain at your window, pulling the curtains to a close. You cock your head to the side, questioning his silence while sporting a curious expression, raising your arms as he covers your body before tying the knot to keep the silk material secure around you.

“I wanted to be,” he finally answers with an exhale, “but I have to say, it was well played.” A smirk appears over his lips a second later, causing you to giggle once again before he leans down to press his lips to your forehead.

“You can’t deny the end result was better than expected.” You shrug carelessly, noticing him lick his lips as he pulls you from the bed with a palm against yours. Eyes scan up and down your body, as if he was in thought over the remark even though the grin he flashed is more than convincing.

“I can’t deny that at all,” he tells you honestly. “But next time…”

“Hm?” You perk up as his words fade, curiosity filling you once again.

“Next time,” he sighs, placing his thumb beneath your chin to cause you to look into his eyes, “I want you to ride me, just like you liked to tease me while riding that pillow.”

Words couldn’t describe the amount of embarrassment that floods you, becoming flustered as you look away, grinning, knowing he hasn’t forgotten the very thing that brought him over in the first place.

“Who said there would be a next time?” you tease, finally meeting his gaze to notice his smirk disappear in an instant. Then he leans in, pressing his lips ever so softly to yours to have you melting right where you stand, careful hands holding your body close to his to feel his warmth.

And when he pulls away, a hint of his grin returns when he finally answers with a simple, “I did.”

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xxdarkanamnesisxx · 3 months

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Emmett Cullen has a problem with sex

warning: this post contains sex, anti-sounding words, and mentions of addiction

About a year ago Emmett and tn have been together. He is always very nice and gentlemanly, he is a boy who is quite in need of love. QUITE

In his eyes, you are the perfect woman, you are a goddess and as such he adores you every day when you wake up and when you go to sleep, he never takes his hands off you and I have to admit that this is quite exciting.

In the mornings when he picks you up to go to school, after sneaking into your room and fucking you so hard against your mattress that his hands are still marked on your waist and his kisses are stained on the soft skin of your neck, thighs and breasts.

During the ride he can't take his hands off you, touching your hair, crushing your thighs with his huge hands. If you were in the mood they would make a stop in the middle of the forest and let you ride it until you drop. He never has enough of you nor you of him.

During classes he sends you messages telling you how pretty you look today and how beautiful you would look under him with his cock inside you.

You can't deny that you're also addicted Emmett. A huge man, strong, chivalrous and so sexy, your mouth waters just thinking about the way he touches you, the heat between your legs that builds up just by listening to him speak, the need to be filled by his huge, fat cock.

Together they are a massive destruction, they fuck rabbits day and night, they fill your home with the sound of the wet collision of their bodies and your moans worthy of a porn movie.

The person who saw them would swear that they are a serious couple but they are not.

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#emmett cullen #emmett cullen smut #twilight smut #twilight #emmett cullen x reader #edward cullen #jasper hale #carlisle cullen #twilight drabbles #drabble

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lavykitty · 3 months

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Hunger 🩸

Warning: has period sex and what not so if that is triggering with the blood don’t read

Also kind of graphic so…

You roll over in bed, a feeling of pain in your stomach. You groan as your stomach cramps from your period.

You struggle to get out of bed, but once you do you head to the shower. You grab your period products and a change of clothes.

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Once you are done with your shower you head downstairs to get breakfast. You groan as another cramp hits and grab the Advil from the cabinet.

You hear a soft knock on the door and get a confused look. You go to the door and see Jasper. He gives you a smirk and looks you up and down.

Even though your hair is all wet and you’re in casual clothing he looks at you like you are the sexiest thing in the world.

He comes in and closes the door. “Hey baby”

His voice is a southern drawl. You blush a little when you hear his voice. His drawl always made you feel warm.

He goes to grab your waist and pulls you into a hug. He squeezed your soft hips and presses a kiss to your neck.

He sucks on the skin, his cool lips making you shiver. He chuckles as he kisses you again.

“Baby you smell so good.”

Your blush deepens and then you get a closer look at his eyes. They’re a dark brown almost black. You frown as you take in his hunger.

“Jasper… your eyes. When did you feed last?”

“Um… Well” he looks sheepish. “I was supposed to go with Emmett today, but I wanted to see you.”

You pull away from him slightly. “Baby, you need to feed.”

Jasper just smirks. “That’s why I’m here.”

You look confused and don’t seem to get what he’s saying.

Jasper just rolls his eyes playfully. “I’m hungry and you have your period”

Your eyes widen in surprise, yet a slight warm feeling blooms in your stomach. Jasper chuckles as he feels the arousal.

“I can tell by your emotions that it excites you. Now lay down and spread those legs”

He gently lays you down on the couch and begins to pull your pants off. Your cheeks flush when he reveals the period panties you wear.

They are thick and a rather ugly color. Your cheeks are warm as you see him trace a finger over your crotch, his finger caressing the pad you wear.

He loops one of his fingers into your underwear and swipes it along your folds. He pulls his finger out to reveal its covered in a layer of blood. He smirks and sucks on his finger.

“Damn baby, you’re going to keep me well fed”

He gets down on his knees and pulls off your panties. He spreads your legs and presses a kiss to your stomach. He kisses down from your naval till he reaches your folds.

His firm tongue licks up your slit, the blood gathering on his tongue. You hear him swallow before diving in.

He eats you out like he’s a starving man, and in a way he is.

His tongue thrusts in and out of your eager hole, pleasuring you immensely. His hands pull your legs apart giving him better access.

Your hands find their way to his hair and pull him closer to you. He chuckles against your pussy as he devours your liquid.

One of his hands leaves your thigh and begins to circle your clit. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel the new pleasure.

He pinches your clit lightly and circles it. You pull his hair harder. He laps at your folds, a pleasure building up inside of you.

Your legs begin to shake as he quickens his circling and his thrusts. Your eyes roll back as you feel your orgasm take over.

You scream out as you cum, your hands gripping his hair tightly. Jaspers tongue laps up your cum along with more of your blood.

He pulls away from you to reveal his lips that are covered in blood. He licks his lips and smirks. You see his eyes go from the dark black to an amber color.

He takes your hand and kisses it. “Thanks baby. I might have to feed from you more often”

#smut #jasper cullen smut #jasper hale smut #jasper cullen #jasper hale #jasper #twilight smut #twilight #vampire #vampcore #vampire x reader #vampirism #warning blood

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meiluu · 3 months

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Edward Cullen's Mate

Edward Cullen/ Afab!Reader

cw: SMUT 18+ MDNI, oral f receiving, unprotected p in v sex, edward breaks the headboard hehe, and edward is completely enamored with you.

(I need to get this out of my system, been thinking about him a lot recently...)

this was supposed to be a short drabble but i just couldn't shut up

reader pov.

Being with edward has been nothing but a beautiful and slightly chaotic ride. With finding out he wasn't human instead was a hundred something year old vampire along with the rest of his family. And then as your relationship grew as did the romance between you too, and that grew tenfold when the magnetic pull you felt for one another was because you were mates.

Fated to be together, equals, crafted for one another, you both completing one another and that never felt truer than now.

Body underneath his stony one, feverishly chilly lips leave a scorching trail of kisses from your neck to your bare chest. edward inhales your scent, and scent that didn't have him craving your blood like he was supposed to instead it calmed and aroused his body in a tantalizing mix. His eyes flick up to yours, pupils nearly completely dilated leaving behind a dark amber ring at the edge of his iris. Love and lust in his gaze has your body warming, and you knew that your gaze mimicked his.

"So beautiful. I'll never get enough of you my love." his word are spoken with nothing but truth. Leaving your shared gaze he continues his journey down your torso, soft hands caressing your hips squeezing the plump flesh before leading down your thighs to the backs of your knees. Mouth leaving behind love-bites upon your skin, each one sending jolts of heat straight to your core, evidence of your arousal staining the insides of your thighs.

Going lower with each kiss pulling your legs apart allowing him to sink further down, mouth right above where you need him most. A blush covers your cheeks and the tops of your breast, "Edward- you don't have to do that."

His gaze snaps up to you, and the sight of his head between your thighs with the full intention to bring you pleasure has you holding back a shiver. "I want to, God you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. Can I ?" Why would you ever deny that? Nodding your head edward goes back to staring at your weeping cunt.

Hands tighten their grip on you before he's pushing them further apart and up, completely baring you to him. You watch as his mouth descends until you feel his tongue lick up from the bottom to your clit. softly wrapping the bud with his lips gently sucking on the bud, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. A moan falls from your slightly swollen lips, seeing your obvious satisfaction edward continues his ministrations. Swirling his tongue a sucking in your clit, body lighting up in euphoria as a ball of pleasure settles into the pit of your stomach. Shaky breaths leave you as your gaze stays locked onto edward’s head, vision blurring around the edges as your mind begins to wholly submit to him.

Then his mouth is leaving your clit all too soon, but you don't have to wonder for long where he's going next. His tongue delves straight into your cunt, mouth covering the bottom half of you. Your eyes widen before rolling back into your head at the mind-numbing sensation of his tongue massaging your walls, pushing in and out of you. Then one of his hands is leaving your thighs and begins to swirl your forgotten clit between his fingers.

Your breathing is uneven breast rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. Heart racing as your body becomes so pliant and warm under his devotion. Your moans and cries of his name bounce around the room, hands going to his soft hair to tangle themselves within them, hoping to keep yourself grounded. The knot within your belly only tightens with each moment that passes. Your mind lagging behind as it gets lost within this pleasure, you realize a little late that edwards tongue has left you but his cool fingers have entered and taken the spot where his tongue once was. Curling up sweetly rubbing into your g-spot, a near-cry of pleasure leaves you at this.

The ball of pleasure that had settled within your core tightened and then you where cumming, as your cunt milked his fingers as they continued to abuse your g-spot. With your high fizzling out of you, thighs shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Your eyes open looking down to see edward leaning his head against the one thigh he still had a grip on, fingers still buried within you and a smirk of satisfaction upon his face.

"You look so gorgeous when you cum." giving the inside of your thigh a sweet kiss before he starts to sit up, wrapping your legs around his waste. Face rising up to yours, his mouth comes down giving you a kiss that leaves you breathless. "Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes-yes, please." no shame, your words are full of need and edwards smirk brightens. "Of course my love, I am at your whim."

Reaching down taking edward by surprise, you grip his hardness, a groan leaves him at your soft hold. Lining him with your cunt you let him slowly sink into you. Your head falls further into the pillow as edward grits his teeth hoping to keep himself in control.

He stretches you out just perfectly, filling you up with no space left and your walls wrap so beautifully around him, so warm and wet and oh so welcoming to his cock. You were both made for one another as you slot together- bodies entwined with one another. "Move, Edward please." as your words leave you, he is obeying.

With near flawless movements he starts a slow yet deep pace, bottoming out to the hilt. Each thrust has you keening in utter ecstasy body lit aflame. But his pace begins to pick up speed as your cunt continues to push him to his limits by squeezing him, and with every pull out of you, your walls are trying to suck him back in. God he never knew he could feel like this, so wholly enraptured, this was his new drug and Edward knew that he would never want to part from it.

Your thighs tighten around his waist, arms leaving the bedsheets to latch onto his back. Nails digging into his stony muscle, as your head buries into his neck where his scent is strongest. Your sounds of pleasure are right by his ear, the most beautiful song he's ever heard. His arms leave your waist in favor of the headboard, harshly gripping onto the mahogany. Edward moans along with you as he tilts his pelvis down and up, kissing your g-spot with the tip of his cock. And with his pelvis hitting your clit with every thrust back into your cunt.

Your arousal leaks out staining the fronts of his thighs along with the sheets beneath you, your heady scent filling the space around you two. Edward feels the head board snap then crumble within his grasp and not a moment after that does he feel your cunt quiver as you cum, walls milking him as a gush of your arousal stains his thighs. An unfiltered moan falls from edward, completely in shock at this sensation pace becoming frenzied as he pistons into you with the sole intention to cum within your cunt. Your head has fallen back into the pillow body buzzing in overstimulation as your third orgasm nears.

"Edward-please, please, I need it." words broken up by moans as you barely get them out. Edward's body hunches over yours, hands coming down from the shattered headboard to the sheets beside your head before quickly wrapping around your body. Pulling your chest against his, a hand against the small of your back the other at the base of your head.

His body trying to get as close to you as possible, trying to bury himself within you. Cock bullying your overstimulated and weeping cunt that continues to welcome him in with every thrust, pace now rougher and faster. Each time his cock bottoms out reaching the end of you your moans are punched out of you, mind having turned to mush. Your ears are hypnotized by the heady squelching sound of your cunt along with edwards moans of pure pleasure.

Edward feels the painfully tight knot of pleasure in his pelvis snap, cock swelling as he empties himself within you, eyes closing from the heavy orgasm. That orgasm grows tenfold with you cumming again, walls milking his cock in an attempt to ring him completely dry. Slowing down his thrusts as you both come down from your highs, coming to a stop as you are both left in the aftershocks of your orgasms. Gently bringing you back down to the bedsheets, turning to the side with you still within his embrace. feeling your racing heart against his chest.

Ever so softly he begins to place chaste kisses upon your skin along with 'I love you's, soon your body is lulled into unconsciousness, as edward continues to give his worship to your body. As you rest he lays protecting and watching over you and with every moment that passes does he fall more and more in love with you.

His mate, made just for him.

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demetris-cocksleeve · 7 months

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(A/n: I'm not that comfortable writing in 1st pov since I never do, so forgive the shortness🙏 (and if it reads a lil awkward😅))

Word Count: 759

Summary- Felix finds his mate fast asleep.

Warnings: Somnophilia, creampie, dubcon, fingering, slight possessiveness

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Felix Volturi x Reader: Kinktober Day 1- Somnophilia + Body Worship

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Her skin is warm against my lips. A fire almost too hot to handle yet harmless -a phantom flame licking away at my icy exterior, thawing me out until I almost feel alive again.

Her soft breaths and gentle heartbeat the only sounds in the room. Every now and then her breath hitches when my teeth graze against her pulse point -careful not to break skin.

I pause when she shifts, a soft smile grazing her features. I wonder what she’s dreaming about.

I bring one of my hands up to her chest, her thin nightshirt doing nothing to hide the soft fat of her breast from my kneading fingers. I watch as her face scrunches up before going lax; quiet little huffs escaping her as I swipe my finger across her sensitive nipple.

My other hand travels down.

Down past the hem of her shirt, tracing the line of her cotton panties. Down between her legs.

I nudge the fabric out of the way to toy with her clit, eliciting a deeper groan from her plush lips- now parted in ecstasy.

Her noises shoot straight to my cock as I slip two fingers into her soaked cunt, the rigged muscle sucking my digits in greedily. Fucking hell. Look at her. Writhing so beautifully beneath me. So blissfully unaware. I start to scissor my fingers, prepping her for my girth. As mesmerizing as her tears would glitter in her eyes, I don’t want her to wake up just yet.

Her shirt slides up as she arches her back, revealing more of her smooth skin to my roaming eyes.

Small gasps turn into stuttered moans and whines as I prep her. God. He must exist. There’s no other reason an angel like her exists. With her long lashes and soft lips, her stunning body that fits perfectly in my hands- she makes for a sight that could rival any goddess.

Deeming her ready, I pull my fingers from her; her dismayed whimper is all it takes to have me yanking her panties off, shoving my waistband down just enough to free my already leaking cock and pushing into her.

My head drops between my shoulders as she pulls me in. “Fucking hell, Amore~”

Thrusting slowly has me losing my mind, the rhythmic drag of her warm walls against my sensitive cock almost too much to handle.

Her soft moans have turned to heavy gasps as her fingers twist in the bedsheets, knuckles white with exertion.

I can’t help the way my movements speed up, almost erratic as I lose myself to the pleasure. I hike one of her legs over my elbow as I lean over her. The new angle has the tip of my cock slamming into the spongey tissue of her cervix and has my eyes rolling back.

Her face is scrunched with pleasure as small huffs of my name leave her lips. “Felix, Felix, Felix~”

Even in her sleep, she knows who this pussy belongs to.

Her hair fans out, catching in the golden light of the early sun and making her appear even more ethereal. She’s all mine.

The thought brings an almost cruel smile to my lips. My mate.

My balls start to tighten as I get closer and closer to release. Her tight cunt squeezes and clenches around me, almost locking me inside her as I continue to thrust.

I watch with hungry eyes as her back arches off the bed with one final call of my name. The force of her orgasm drags me over the edge with her, hurtling both of us into the throes of pleasure. I bury my face in her neck as I paint the walls of her cunt white and my chest rumbles with a soft growl as I ride out both of our highs, hips slowing down to a stop.

I let go of her leg in favor of gently resting my weight on top of her, caging her in my arms and breathing in her scent.

She shifts under me with a confused sound as her eyes finally flutter open.

“Felix?” She asks groggily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her legs wrap around me seemingly subconsciously.

She lifts a hand to card through my hair as she yawns.

“Sorry, Dolcezza…” I plant a kiss to her neck, still buried inside her. “You’re just too irresistible…”

I emphasize my words with a sharp thrust. Her hand tightens in my hair as she throws her head back with a groan.

“And I’m not done with you yet.”

#felix volturi x reader #felix volturi smut #felix volturi x reader smut #kinktober 2023 #twilight smut #the volturi x reader #twilight #twilight x reader

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sage-exe · 1 year

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Edward x (gn!)reader

Pairing: Edward Cullen x gn! reader

Summary: You had a wet dream where Edward fucked you and he wishes to make it a reality.

Word count: 1810

Warnings: nsfw, afab, nicknames, praise, somnophilia, corruption kink,consensual sex, cuddle fuck, slight breeding kink

Authors note: I hope you guys enjoy!! I just recently got back into twilight so I needed to make a fanfic about it, leave suggestions for stuff if you want! <3

You began to stir as the bed dipped down from the weight of another person. Edward smiled as he saw you fast asleep, gently brushing away the wisps of your hair from your face with his ice cold hands. You kept mumbling in your sleep and he tilted his head a bit curious as to what was going on in that head of yours.

He knew you would normally mumble in your sleep when you have a nightmare so he began to get worried, however one thing slipped from your lips that made him stop dead in his tracks.

You whimpered his name, as clear as day. He knew exactly what you said but he had to be hallucinating. Then you began to beg, you begged for Edward in your dream and he couldn’t help but smirk. He laid down right by your side and held you close in his freezing embrace before your eyes began to flicker open.

“Are you alright sweetheart? You were talking in your sleep again” You look around, trying to get your bearings before you realize what you were dreaming about. Your face turned red and you looked away from him embarrassed.

“Answer me my love..” his voice was but a whisper in your ear as his grip on your hips tightened. Your chest felt tight as your face turned a few shades darker than normal.

“I..I’m ok.. I..I was just sleeping..” he hummed and rubbed small circles in your hips.

“Yeah..? What were you dreaming about sweetheart?” You froze as you tried to think of a lie on the spot, however his hands working into your hips were throughly distracting.

“U..um.. I..” he chuckled deeply in your ear and one of his hands slid down to your inner thigh, causing your breath to catch.

“Common darling, spit it out.” He was teasing you, and you became more aware as you tried to close your thighs together, his cold touch making you shiver and your brain hazy.

“Mm.. just.. dream about you..” you admitted embarrassed.

“Oh yeah? Was it a good dream?” You nodded your head slowly, unsure if he was going to be nosy. He hummed softly against the nape of your neck as his hand slid down into your pj shorts and rubbed against your already leaking cunt through your panties.

“Hm I’d say it was a wonderful dream~” he cooed in your ear as you jerked from the small friction to your sensitive body. He laughed as he smoothed a finger over your aching clit, driving you mad.

“Want me to take care of you darling? I’ll make you feel real good..” nothing but a whimper and some mindless pleas escaped your mouth as you nodded your head.

“How adorable~” he hummed against your neck before he sat up, pulling you toward the edge of the bed by your hips. He slowly tugged off your bottoms just to watch you squirm before he knelt in front of you.

“Put your legs on my shoulders sweetheart, I’ll make sure you feel nice and good” You whimpered and nodded your head, doing as you were told and propping your legs on his shoulders. He wasted no time now, licking up your leaking pussy to taste you, his grip on your hips tightened as he did so. His tongue prodded along your clit as he began to suck at the sensitive spot. You gasped and covered your mouth to hide your vulgar noises.

“Oh sweetheart.. if I’m going to please your sensitive mortal body I’d wish to indulge myself in your erotic beauty…”

His words were so lewd that you couldn’t help but clench around nothing, tears already brimmed in your eyes.

“Don’t cry my love, you’re doing so good” he hummed and began to eat you out, tasting your arousal on his tongue with a tight grip on your hips. You couldn’t help but tug at his hair with your hands as you moaned out, arching your back.

“E..Ed..Edward.. plea..” he chuckled against your cunt as he continued to eat you out, pressing his tongue against your most sensitive spots. You couldn’t help but cry his name into your hand while rutting onto his tongue.

“You taste amazing sweetheart..” he cooed as he nibbled on your thigh. You shivered and begged mindlessly beneath him, his seductive gaze burning your skin.

“E..Ed.. want to c..come..” he smiled and rubbed soothing circles in your hips.

“Oh you sweet little thing… why didn’t you just say so?” He delved down between your legs and caused a moan to fall from your lips, your mind just so hazy from how good he was making you feel. You teared up as you neared your orgasm and nearly cried out as it washed over you. His tongue still abusing your poor red clit made you breathless as the feeling in your stomach was still tightened.

“ ‘S t..too much..” you could hardly utter a few words as he lifted his head, licking up the mess you left on his lips. His eyes were a hard black color as his teeth grazed against your neck, you heard him inhale and moan softly against your skin.

“You blood smells heavenly..if only I could just b..bite..” you looked up at the ceiling in a daze as he relished in the sound of your quickened pulse against your neck. Your hands found their way in his hair as he leaned down to kiss the rest of your body, lifting your shirt above your head. You shivered and gasped as his ice cold hands grazed over your breasts. Goosebumps rose on your skin while your nipples hardened under his touch, making you lean your head back.

“Ple..Please…” you heard him chuckle against your neck while one of his hands trailed back down towards your stomach to rub slow circles into your sensitive spot between your legs.

“Shh… I’ll take good care of you, you’ll allow that right? Let me fuck you with my dick instead of just my hands and mouth?” You quickly nodded your head and whimpered softly at the pinch of your clit.

“Y..Yes please.. w..want.. that so bad..” you gasped out and held onto him tight. Your thighs began to shake as his fingers grazed over your sensitive parts ever so slowly, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Of course my love, let’s get your pretty cum all over my fingers yeah?” You gave a slow nod as his fingers shoved inside of you. The way his long fingers curled inside you and hit the perfect spot made you squirm and gasp, moaning his name absentmindedly.

“Yeah does that feel good baby? Why don’t you tell me?” He chuckled and left a small kiss on your forehead.

“F..Feels so g..good.. ‘m gonna come s..soon..” you managed to slur as you looked up at him in a daze. He hummed as his fingers kept working into your sensitive flesh, a soundless moan and gasp coming out of you as that feeling built back up in your stomach and broke. You cried softly as the orgasm rushed through you, every nerve in your body stimulated from it.

Exhausted and dazed you looked up at Edward for permission to finally doze off, despite the fact your body still ached for more.

“You can rest my love, let’s get you comfortable..” you whimpered and turned to your stomach, holding onto a pillow as you lifted your leg to wrap around it.

“K..keep going..please..” was all you could mumble till your eyelids closed. Edward stared at you in disbelief, blinking a few times before he rushed to get his clothes off. He sighed softly as he pulled his dick out, rubbing it against your wet cunt. He let out a breathy moan as he pumped his dick a few times and pushed it inside of you. He felt you stretch out from his girth and he bottomed out, panting softly and gently gripping your hands from behind. He fucked into you slowly and gingerly, making sure to not wake you. Your sleeping face was so peaceful, your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure while your mouth hung agape. He wanted to take in every moment he could with you, inhaling your scent while he slowly picked up his pace, the sound of your lewd pussy clenching around him was driving him mad. He had to use every last ounce of his self restraint to not pound into you right then and there. He held you close to his chilly body, relishing in your warm body and planting soft kisses on it. His hands roamed your body while he thrusted into your aching cunt. Your back arched and he managed to fuck deeper into you. “Fuck baby.. feel so good..” he mumbled into your skin as he kept thrusting. He was so overwhelmed by how good you felt around him that he never realized how close he was till his dick was twitching inside you and he became soft. He huffed impatiently and pulled out, his cum dripping from the tip and leaking from your cunt. Just the sight of you filled up with his cum made him groan under his breath as he rubbed his cock. He shivered at the loss of your warm cunt around him and gasped softly as he shoved himself back inside you. He started to lose all of his self control as his pace became inhumane. The faster his pace was set the faster it would take him to reach his next climax. The rocking of the bed and the snap of the headboard soon woke you up and you whined, nuzzling into the pillow you were holding onto.

“Shh shhh I’ve got you l..love go back to sleep..” you gave a small nod and squirmed a bit at how full of his seed you were. Your eyes felt heavy as he held you flush up against his bare chest from behind, his hands interlaced with yours. He pressed soft kisses to the nape of your neck and hummed.

“You did such a good job my love..” he whispered in your ear as he cuddled up behind you. He made sure to have a blanket over top of you so you wouldn’t shiver against him, although with as hot as your body was it was relaxing having his cool body temperature. Your body felt so relaxed against his as you whispered a quiet

“I love you..” this caused a smile to break out on Edwards face before he kissed your neck again.

“I love you too, now get some rest sweetheart, we can wash up in the morning..” you nod and your body relaxes once more and you find yourself passed out in a vampires arms.

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soulofapatrick · 6 months

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I Like Your Mind - Edward Cullen x female reader

Summary: As soon as you meet Edward, you're both drawn to each other with an intensity you never expected

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: None

Y/N’s POV

I step into the Cullen house, my heart racing in my chest, and my mind filled with a mixture of fear and fascination. Bella has brought me here, introducing me to the family of her new boyfriend - Jasper Hale - and I can hardly believe where I find myself. I know their secret, the one they’ve been hiding from the world, the fact they’re vampires. And I know Edward can read minds which makes the whole situation even more daunting. But, as Bella races off to find Jasper, I’m left alone I the living room, taking in the stunning surroundings.

The Cullens’ house is unlike any place I’ve ever seen. The air is heavy with an unspoken history, and everything within is both timeless and modern. A grand piano rests against one wall, a dark mahogany masterpiece, and the soft notes of a melody linger in the air, a testament to the musical talents of the family. On the opposite wall, a massive bookshelf houses an impressive collection of novels and ancient texts. Their spines form a spectrum of human knowledge, artfully arranged.

My gaze drifts to the floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the room, offering a breathtaking view of the dense, ancient forest that surrounds the house. The trees stand tall and proud, their branches intertwined like guardians, protecting the Cullens from prying eyes. The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows that dance across the polished wooden floors.

As my eyes linger on the tranquil forest, my imagination takes flight. I envision myself running through the woods, feeling the cool, damp earth beneath my feet. The leaves would crunch softly with each step, and the intoxicating scent of pine and damp earth would fill my senses. My heart would race, and a rush of adrenaline would surge through me as I lose myself in the untamed beauty of the wilderness. But, what captivates me the most is the idea of running through the forest in the rain. The thought of raindrops falling like liquid diamonds from the heavens, pelting the leaves and creating a gentle, rhythmic melody, sends a shiver of delight down my spine. In my daydream, I am drenched, my clothes clinging to my skin as I twirl and leap through the woods, liberated and carefree.

The rain washes away all my worries and fears, leaving only the exhilaration of the moment. It's as if the world, with all its complexities and complications, has melted away, leaving only the simplicity and purity of the rain-soaked forest. It's a feeling of utter peace, a sense of being one with nature and the world, a sensation I've longed to experience again.

Lost in the serenity of my daydream, I sense a subtle presence to my right. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and a strange but not unwelcome shiver runs down my spine. Slowly, I turn my head to see one of the Cullen brothers standing there, a striking figure with sharp, chiseled features. He exudes an air of quiet strength and confidence, and I can't help but admire his physical appearance.

As I take in his feature, I quickly realise that this isn’t Jasper, as Bella would undoubtedly be with him if he were here. Besides, Jasper is known for his blond hair, which contrasts with the dark brunette locks of the Cullen brother beside me. His eyes, however, remain a shimmering gold, and their intensity is captivating.

Going over Bella’s description, I recall that she mentioned Emmett to be big and buff. Emmett is tall and muscular. He has dark curly hair and dimpled cheeks. Despite his intimidating appearance, he is light-hearted and carefree. This man in front of me is almost quite the opposite with perfect and angular high cheekbones, strong jawline, a straight nose, and full lips causing my heart to quicken with a sudden realisation. In a hushed voice, I tentatively ask, “Edward?”

The name hangs in the air between us, my uncertainty evident in the way I speak his name. The Cullen brother gives a small nod, his eyes holding a hint of amusement and there’s a small smile on his pretty lips as he says, “Hello.” His voice is a velvet whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. My cheeks heat up in response, and I can’t help but feel flustered by his presence. Turning my face away from him, I gaze out at the enchanting forest, using the breathtaking view to regain my composure.

But just as I start to calm my racing heart, I sense his movement. Edward is moving closer, somewhat hesitantly as if he’s scared to do so but he moves so close I can feel the coolness of his chest against my back. The physical proximity is both thrilling and nerve-wracking, and I can’t help but wonder what his intention are as I continue to look out at the tranquil forest.

The peaceful silence in the room is broken by Edward’s soft voice, barely above a whisper, “I like your mind,” he admits, his words sending a rush of warmth through me, “It’s quiet.”

His words wash over me like a gentle caress, and I can’t deny the intrigue of his interest in my mind. It’s a compliment I could never have anticipated, coming from a vampire who can hear the thoughts of others. The intimacy of this moment is palpable, and I can sense the internal struggle within him, as if he’s torn between his desire to touch me and the realisation that we’ve only just met.

Despite my rational thoughts screaming at me to maintain my distance, I surrender to the magnetic pull of Edward Cullen. My back leans into his cool, sculpted chest, and the sensation of his icy hands on my hips sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through me. It's as if the enchantment of the Cullen house, the breathtaking view of the forest, and Edward's irresistible presence have combined to create a spell that I am unable, and unwilling, to break.

Closing my eyes, I allow myself to become completely enveloped in everything Edward. I’m hyperaware of how he feels behind me, the firmness of his chest pressed against my back, the subtle rise and fall of his breath against my neck as if it’s a force of habit for him despite vampires lack of need to breathe. His scent, a delicate blend of lilac, honey and sunshine, fills my senses and intoxicates me, wrapping me in a warm, inviting embrace.

The moment feels intensely romantic, the air electric with the unspoken connection between us. I know that Edward can read my thoughts and perceive my view of him, and in this vulnerable instant, I choose not to resist. I grant him access tot he unfiltered depths of my desire, allowing him to see and feel the passion that simmers beneath the surface.

The tension in the room crackles, the rain outside intensifying as if mirroring the fervour building within us. It's a clandestine dance of two souls drawn together by an unexplainable force. In this silent, electrifying embrace, I become an open book for Edward, my thoughts and desires laid bare, and I can only wonder what he'll make of the desires that race through my mind like wildfire

With a slow and deliberate movement, Edward turns me to face him, his eyes open and unguarded. They flicker with a hint of vulnerability, as if he, too, is uncertain of the depth of this connection. His gaze drops to my lips, and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin as he hovers close. His fingers twirl my hair around them, an intimate gesture that feels like an attempt to memorise every part of me that he can reach. The air crackles with anticipation as I hold my breath, my heart pounding in my chest, The world outside seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this electrifying moment.

Edward’s gaze remains locked on mine, a silent promise of the depths of emotions and desire that lie beneath the surface. In the hushed room, our shared anticipation and vulnerability create an electric tension that’s impossible to ignore. His lips are tantalisingly close, and I can feel the coolness of his breath as he hovers near. It’s as if he’s about to kiss me, his intentions clear in the smouldering depths of his golden eyes. But he hesitates, his voice barely a whisper as he mumbles something about not being able to stop once he starts, a confession laden with both longing and restraint.

Unable to resist any longer, I tangle my fingers in his tousled hair, an intimate gesture that communicates my desire and intent. With a gentle, yet urgent push, I guide his face the rest of the way down until his lips finally meet mine.

As our lips meet in a hesitant and guarded kiss, a complex swirl of emotions and desires floods the space between us. Edward, despite his initial restraint, can’t help but respond to the fiery connection we share. His lips, cool and soft, brush against mine with a caution born of a lifetime of self-control. The kiss begins with a tentative exploration, as if he’s testing the boundaries of this newfound intimacy.

The initial hesitancy slowly gives way to a growing intensity, and I can sense his need for more. His grip on me tightens ever so slightly, fingers digging into my hips, a delicate balance between desire and restraint. His response is careful, as if he’s constantly aware of his vampire strength, wary of causing any harm to me. The kiss deepens, his passion building, and the chemistry between us becomes an irresistible force that pushes us further into uncharted territory.

With a slow and deliberate movement, he begins to walk me backwards, his lips never leaving mine, until my back makes contact with the cool glass of the windows, drawing a gasp from me. It has Edward smiling softly, golden eyes a little glazed as if in a trance of disbelief this is happening before his cold nose bumps my neck, making my pulse jump. I should be scared by how close he is to my jugular but I don’t feel any fear or anything, especially when Edward places a soft kiss on my jugular, a silent acknowledgement of the temptation that throbs beneath my skin. His lips are cold, but their touch is gentle, sending shivers of desire coursing through me.

My hands tangle back in his soft locks, guiding his lips back to mine, their coldness a stark contrast to the burning passion that courses between us. In that moment, I am both vulnerable and empowered, willingly allowing myself to be drawn further into this intoxicating dance of desire.

Each kiss makes me feel more alive, more connected to a world I never knew existed. The world outside may be drenched in rain, but in this electrifying embrace, a different kind of storm rages, a tempest of emotions and desires that we can’t control. His lips, cool and velvety soft, meet mine over and over again in a symphony of fire and ice, a fusion of elements that ignite a burning desire deep within me.

His body presses against mine, a solid and unyielding presence that leaves me feeling both vulnerable and empowered. The contrast between his cool skin and the heat of my own sets my senses ablaze. As we deepen our connection, the room seems to spin around us, and I lose myself in the feeling of everything Edward.

The room is charged with our passion, and I can feel it deep in my core. Every kiss is like a secret, a stolen moment in a world that is entirely our own. We lose track of time and space, our lips locked in an intimate dance that only intensifies the fever that has drawn us together in the first place.

But then, like a bolt of lightning in our own private storm, I hear Bella’s joyful squeal. Edward pulling away from me, and I let my face fall into the warmth of his chest, overwhelmed by embarrassment. As I hide from the world, I can feel the soft rumble of amused laughter in Edward’s chest, a sound that both soothes and electrifies me in equal measure.

“Fuck yeah!” Bells shrieks with joy and I flip her off over Edward’s shoulder as he wraps his arms around me, stifling a laugh as he can probably hear all of my silent insults and embarrassed thoughts thrown Bella’s way.

“It’s okay.” He murmurs, fingers carding through my hair and I just hum, letting my eyes flutter closed in contentment. I don’t care how quick this is happening, all I know is I need Edward and no-one else so I’ll live with the embarrassment if it means I can have Edward.

“You have me.”

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randomfanboi · 1 year

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Flamin’ Hot

Jacob Black x Male Reader (SMUT)

Summary: After Bella and Edward leave for their honeymoon, Jacob visits you. However his drop by is anything but a friendly conversation. To be fair he catches you masturbating, he believes that his imprint needs a little help.

Author: So this is my first Jacob Black smut! So this fic was heavily inspired by a another fic, but for the love of god i could not find it. So I decided to write this fic, the only difference between this this fic and what it was heavily inspired by is the gender of the reader, so that aspect is different. Props to the original plot of the fic author.

Warnings: Smut, anal sex, 18+ PWP

Font Meaning: thought, Meaningful

“-well you must have a great time Bella, be sure to call me.” You stated, giving her a hug she returned, with a smile. You turned to Edward, a fake smile on your face. “Have a great time as well Edward.” You said extending your hand for him. Your words were kind but your mind thought out violent thoughts if he ever did harm to Bella. He shook your hand with a smile but slightly grimaced when he made eye contact with you, you had to resist rolling your eyes for whatever reason he suddenly grimaced.

Waving goodbye to them, mainly Bella. You left the airport and began to drive back to your house. It’s not like you hated Edward… scratch that you did. How he suddenly left Bella in a state was the main reason. But you shrugged it off, Bella happiness was the most important thing and if that was marrying Edward, so be it.

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You parked your car in your garage, and stepped up to your porch. Your parents were out of town for a couple of days, they said it was for work but you knew your parents wanted to stay a place were it was just… the two… of them. Shaking your head to get out the disturbing thoughts. You took out one of the cigarette packets from the drawers of the porch table. You flickered your lighter as the cigarette caught a blaze on the first try as you leaned back against the front door.

You closed your eyes enjoying the moment. Smoking always helped you gather your thoughts and relax but it did something else. It made you crave sex. Fuck you thought as you felt and saw the bulge in your trouser. You sighed and started to grope it with your right hand, your left angled down a bit, popping the cigarette out of your mouth as you let out a puff of smoke. You continued touching yourself not caring that were on your outside porch, but you also did not see the figure watching you, Jacob.

When Jacob first met you he was aware that you were a close friend of Bella. A rough guy who would do so much to protect his friends, you always sent Edward nasty looks even though you were unaware of what Edward and him are, you came across as a person who couldn’t give a fuck till your loved ones were hurt, which Jacob thought was badass. However when he made eye-contact with you and no longer felt the pull of gravity of the Earth, he realised you were his imprint. You did talk to him and Jacob savoured every detail about you, he quickly forgot about Bella.

But back to the moment, he came to visit you after hearing Bella go on her honeymoon. He had shifted to a wolf to run through the forest then turn back at the edge of it to put clothes on, well just shorts, and began walking to your house and froze when he saw the clear view of your outside porch and you. Jacob was transfixed by seeing you touch yourself, the way you were leaning your head back against the door exposing your neck, and how you bit your lip, hypnotised Jacob.

He heard your sighs of pleasure as well as the inhale and exhale of your cigarette. He almost groaned loudly as he saw you fish out your cock and start building up a rhythm as your moans and groans slightly increased. Jacobs inner wolf was practically begging him to touch you. Jacob wiped the drool from his mouth before quietly walking up the stairs of your porch, his eyes roaming all of your body as he slightly fondled himself until he was up on your porch.

Lewd images ran through your mind as you cracked an eye open, ahead of you was one of your lewd thoughts. It took you two blinks that it was not your imagination but the real Jacob. You gasped eyes wide with shock as embarrassment settled in but you noticed in your shock, Jacobs eyes were roaming all over your body. Is he-Is- is he checking me out? you thought. Almost two seconds of silence went by till you spoke.

“J-Jacob!? What the fuck are you doing here!? Sorry, l-let me just-.” Before you could put your cock back into your underwear or go through the door so you could escape this embarrassing scenario. Jacob quickly approached you and put his lips on yours. You were stunned, astonished, startled, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, whatever else was in the thesaurus. Jacob then separated the kiss but only till your lips barely grazed each other. You looked up at him, he was looking at you with an intense gaze.

His face seemed to be telling you two things: One was his desire for you, how he basically needed you. You bit your lip at his gaze. His eyes followed the motion, oh how badly he wanted to do it himself. Second was a silent question of your consent. You noticed how much he was holding back to take you there and then, to shove you up your front door and to claim you, how willing he was to do it by your front porch. You gave a slight nod before putting your lips on his again. That was all he needed.

He shoved you up against the front door as he inserted his tongue into your mouth, all within a second. You gasped giving his tongue more room to roam. You honestly tried to fight back with your tongue, wanting to take over the kiss but he was just too good, growling whenever you tried to take control over the kiss. Fuck it you thought, you could be a sub today it was certain that Jacob wanted to be dom. Jacob then gripped your shaft with a warm hand, it felt like the close space of a campfire. Pleasure shot up through your spine as Jacob hand moved along your shaft, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you moaned into his mouth.

Jacob growled before grabbing your shirt with both hands and ripping it, honestly you couldn’t have given a flying fuck about it. He pressed his chest to yours and his skin felt as if it was on fire, you moaned as his lips were on yours again. Next to be ripped was your trousers and underwear, his flamin’ hot body, figuratively and literally, kept you from feeling the cold of the night. He kissed down your chest, sparks erupting where he traced.

He stopped in front of your cock, he licked the tip and you actually whimpered and keened at the same time. Your hand shot to your mouth, eyes wide, cheeks beginning to redden. Jacob looked up at you raised a brow and smirked, his face all too smug. You were about to say something to him, an excuse for the embarrassing sound you made, but he swallowed the top half of your cock before you could. Your fingers and your toes inside your shoes curled, your teeth gritted, all signs that showed you stopping yourself from cumming early.

But you really had to focus when he started to bop his head up and down your cock. You bit your hand to not moan too loud. How is he so good at this? His mouth felt so warm and good. You kept resisting your orgasm till his mouth and tongue became too much. “Fuck Jacob!” People could have heard that but you couldn’t give a fuck, he was too good. You grabbed the back of Jacob’s head and thrusted your cock into his mouth, a surprised noise came from Jacob as you did this. You then came into his mouth, your entire body almost becoming numb as you let out moans of pleasure.

Jacob swallowed everything before coming back up to kiss you, you moaned as you tasted yourself on his mouth. You placed your hands on his chest, as you continued the kiss, trailing them down till you felt something hard and big poking through his shorts. You chuckled as you turned Jacob into the wall and began trailing down his body, which felt like it was literally burning, with your mouth. Jacob leaned his head back on the door and groaned as you got to his hips. You pulled his shorts and underwear down and nearly jumped when something large almost slapped you. You gasped at Jacob’s size, you looked up at him and saw that smug look on his face, you rolled your eyes, before taking him in your mouth.

Jacob let out a mixture of a groan and a growl, as you bobbed up and down his shaft. You let him out of your mouth with a pop, and began licking the head of his cock, looking up teasingly at him. Jacob growled and grabbed the back of your head and forced you down on him again. “Payback.” Jacob said through gritted teeth. You gagged in shock, before Jacob began thrusting into your mouth. His moans and groans became louder with each thrust till he spilled into your mouth as you swallowed as much as you could.

Jacob then leaned down to kiss you, then turned you against the door with your back facing him. He knelt down and you almost yelped when you felt his hot tongue by your entrance. You moaned at his tongue roaming your entrance, your moans beginning to heighten again. A bit of time passed by and you were getting impatient. Just put it in already! you thought. You turned your head back and made eye contact with him. “What? Do I have to fucking beg?” You said irritated. Jacob chuckled. “That would be nice for another time, but I can’t wait a second longer.” Jacob ended his statement with a smack to your ass.

Jacob gripped your hips with his warm and large hands before sliding his tip in, you moaned again. Jacob ripped of his shorts as he began to push in further. You moaned but slightly chuckled at the fact that you both were wearing nothing but shoes. Jacob began kissing the back of your neck, you turned your head to meet his tongue with your own, the hot make out session distracting you as Jacob thrusted the rest of his length in. You moaned realising now that he was fully sheathed inside of you.

Jacob began a slow rhythm but quickly amped up the speed as your moans encouraged it. You hooked your arm back, pulling Jacob closer to you. If his skin didn’t really feel like it was on fire before it sure was now. It now felt as you were on fire, the heat growing and growing the more quicker Jacob thrusted. Then he hit the spot and you keened loud. Jacob let out a dark chuckle before focusing his thrusts on your prostate. You started moaning shamelessly letting your tongue fall out of your mouth, Jacob swearing he had never seen anything as hot and sexy as your face right now.

Both of your moans echoed around your porch till your orgasms approached. “Oh fuck Y/N!” Jacob moaned out as he pushed deep inside you. “J-Jake!” You moaned out as both of your cocks spilled out their seed. You guys began panting after such a high release and you still felt Jacob’s flamin body’s heat. Jacob pulled out and you turned to kiss him as he laid his forehead against yours.

You started chuckling and so did Jacob. “So… I’m free tomorrow?” Jacob laughed as he scooped up your clothes and his, kissed your forehead and carried you inside the house bridal style.

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sethsclearwater · 9 months

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synopsis: au(ish) where shifter!reader gets her heat for the first time and her imprinter (paul) is there to help

warnings: smut, dom!paul, sub!reader

word count: 1.97k

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it started off as a dull ache in your abdomen, lingering throughout the day as paul went out on patrol and you stayed at the apartment to rest. you were able to ignore it for the most part, instead focusing on some mindless tv show while you came up with a grocery list for paul and you to get once he got back.

though, once you got up to get something to drink, it suddenly got much more intense. the dull ache turned into a throbbing, almost burning sensation at the bottom of your abdomen, nearly making you buckle at the intensity of it. you had no idea what it was, and at this point, your brain was too foggy to try and figure it out.

you quickly sat back down on the couch, sitting back on your heels to attempt to alleviate some of the ache between your legs and anxiously gnawing at your bottom lip as you tried to figure out what to do. the only thing on your mind was paul and how upset you were that he wasn’t here with you.

luckily for you, paul was quickly able to sense that someone was wrong thanks to your imprint bond and came back to the apartment as soon as he could. by the time he got back, you were curled up on the couch, eyes closed and trying to focus on your breathing in an attempt to calm yourself down.

“hey, hey, princess,” paul cooed as he came into your apartment, softly closing the door behind him, “what’s wrong?” he asked softly and you just let out a loud whimper, now more frustrated that you could hear him and still not touch him.

“okay, okay, i’m right here,” he cooed, quickly coming over to you and sitting down on the couch next to you. you were quick to climb into his lap and wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, anchoring him close to you.

“it hurts,” you whimpered, burying your face in his neck and inhaling his scent, taking some more deep breaths in a desperate attempt to dull the ache in your abdomen, “why weren’t you here?” you asked softly, eyes suddenly filling with tears as you lifted your head to look at him.

paul let out a soft sigh, sliding his hand up to your face so he could gently cup at your jaw, “‘m sorry princess,” paul murmured, “i think you’re in your heat right now, yea?” he asked softly, taking his other hand and sliding it down to your lower abdomen to gently rest it there.

his touch sent more sparks up your spine, eliciting a soft whine from you. his words combined with the sensation had you quickly realizing that he was right, everything suddenly making much more sense in your foggy head. you nodded, frowning as you slid your hands down his bare abdomen, not waiting before you were dipping your hands under the thin band of his sweatpants and desperately grabbing at his cock which had both of you letting out moans.

“easy kitten,” paul groaned, placing his hand over yours to slow you down a bit, “i’ll take care of you, promise,” he reassured with a soft chuckle, lifting you up so he could carry you into the bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed.

“paul please,” you whined, “it hurts,” you added with a whimper, tightening your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. paul nodded, not wasting any time before he was helping you ease your shirt over your head and toss it to the side before getting to work on your shorts.

“doin’ so good for me,” paul murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he lifted your hips a bit so he could tug your shorts and panties down with one tug, leaving you completely bare under him, “‘m comin’” he reassured, making quick work of kicking his sweatpants and boxers off before getting settled back between your legs.

“paul-” you whined, the ache intensifying as you anxiously waited for him. you closed your eyes, sliding your hands up his biceps to squeeze at them as you tried to take some deep breaths to help with the discomfort.

paul let out a soft sigh, sliding his fingers between your wet folds to ensure you were ready for him before he was lining his cock up with your aching hole, only pausing for a moment before he sheathed himself inside of you. the relief was almost instantaneous and you let out a heavy exhale, noticeably relaxing underneath him which had paul also letting out a soft sigh of relief.

“such a good girl,” paul praised as he pulled his hips back, “you want it rough?” he asked, sliding his hand up to your throat and gently pressing down, just enough to cut off your oxygen for a moment when he realized you weren’t responding to him.

the lack of oxygen quickly caught your attention and you nodded, “yes please-” you whimpered, eyes rolling back as he immediately set a quick pace, snapping his hips against yours as he slid his hand down from your neck and to your breasts.

you let out a loud moan, arching your back up into him as he rolled your nipple between his finger, paul letting out a dark chuckle when he saw just what a mess you were underneath him, “so needy for my cock,” he mused teasingly, snapping his hips against yours in a particularly harsh motion that had you letting out another loud whine, your walls clenching around him from all the pleasure.

“you need my cock in you to feel better?” he asked, sliding his hand in between your thighs to pinch at your clit when he saw how foggy you were from his touch. you let out a lewd moan, biting down on your lower lip in a desperate attempt to even keep some of your composure underneath him, “answer me.” he ordered when he saw your lack of a response.

“yes… yes daddy-” you blubbered, letting out a sob of pleasure as he rolled his hips against yours, tears now freely streaming down your cheeks from how desperate you were to cum on the man between your thighs.

“that’s what i thought,” he let out a dark chuckle, leaning down to press his lips to your collarbone, sucking harshly on the sensitive skin to make sure you’d be wearing his marks all over you for days to come.

“paul please-” you whined, toes curling as he continued rocking his hips against yours, barely able to refrain from cumming right then and there.

“what did you say?” paul asked, lifting his head from your collarbone to look at you, not stopping his thrusts as he impatiently waited for your response.

you quickly realized your mistake, making quick work of correcting it, “daddy-” you whimpered, letting out a loud whine when paul reached his hand down to swat at your clit teasingly, a soft punishment for not referring to him correctly.

“you askin’ me if you can cum on my cock?” he teased, a smirk coating his features as he took in just how fucked up he had you underneath him from just his cock, “my cock makin’ your pussy feel that good?” he continued teasingly as he waited for you to compose yourself enough to blubber out another response.

“yes please-” you whimpered, sucking in a deep breath as another wave of tears came running down your cheeks, “wanna cum on your cock,” you added, your voice catching in a whine as he rolled your clit between his fingers, knowing how close you were to cumming on him.

“go ahead then,” he ordered, picking up the pace of his thrusts as you fell over the edge to your first orgasm of the night, walls throbbing around him as he continued rocking in and out of your pussy.

paul let out a loud groan as he met his own release, quickly spilling his seed into you as he buried his face in your shoulder, thrusts slowing as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, anchoring him close to you.

you sucked in a few deep breaths as you worked to come back down to earth, paul’s gentle stroking up and down your side helping anchor you, “there you go,” he murmured, voice much softer with you than a moment ago as he helped calm you down, “such a good girl for me,” he praised, lifting his head to press soft kisses to your collarbone and neck.

you nodded, opening your eyes to look up at him, “‘m sorry,” you whispered, realizing just how ridiculous you were acting earlier as your heat first set in.

paul let out a chuckle, shaking his head, “nothing to be sorry about,” he reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “besides, you’ve got at least 4 more days of this princess,” he added teasingly which had you whining at the thought of dealing with this for longer than a few hours.

“4 more days?” you asked exasperatedly, anxiously sliding your hands up his chest as you waited for his response.

he chuckled softly, nodding, “at least,” he added teasingly, “now you’re finally gonna be able to keep up with me,” he mused cockily, a smirk coating his features that had you letting out a giggle despite your annoyance at the whole situation.

“now you gonna let me get you cleaned up and get you some dinner?” he asked softly after a moment, offering you a small smile and you let out a sigh of relief as you nodded, happy to know paul would be taking care of you like he always did.

“that’s my girl,” he praised, lifting his hips to pull himself out of you, chuckling when you whimpered at the loss of him, “i’ll be back in you in no time princess,” he teased as he got up, pulling his sweatpants on before he grabbed a rag to clean you up with.

he got back on the bed, settling between your thighs so he could quickly clean you up, “doesn’t hurt right now, right?” he asked softly as he made quick work of cleaning your mixed releases from your thighs.

you shook your head, “not really,” you murmured, already feeling the familiar dull ache between your thighs, “just a little bit.” you added and he nodded, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“okay that’s good,” he reassured as he got back up, quickly helping you into one of his t-shirts before grabbing his phone to order takeout for the two of you, “you still want that fried rice you were asking about this morning?” he asked teasingly, climbing back into bed with you and pulling you close to his chest.

you nodded, a blush coating your features as you buried your face in the crook of his arm. paul chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your head, “we’ll get that then,” he cooed, “you tell me if it starts hurting again and i’ll take care of you, okay? it’s probably gonna be a lot for you to handle over the next few days,” he explained, running his hand up and down your side soothingly.

you huffed, nodding as you lifted your head to peek up at him, “you promise you’re not gonna leave me here?” you asked, voice much softer than before as you anxiously asked him your question.

paul smiled, shaking his head, “i’m not going anywhere princess, promise.”

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