#and as a gift (he's in a v v good mood) he fucks me HARD

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₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊ Valentine's day blurb (William Afton x fem!reader)

author notes: heyyy happy Valentine’s Day, angels!!! have some little blurb with soft!William<3 hope you like it

tags: smut, fluff, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), mating press, praise, breeding kink, creampie

On Valentine's Day, William really wants to please his princess. He even took a day off from work just to spend it with just you. After all, he knows how much you love all the romantic stuff. Your happiness meant the world to William, and since Valentine's Day was approaching, he couldn't let it slide. It was decided that on that special day you'd spend time together. He knew perfectly well that you spent all the past Valentine's days alone, so his heart was just breaking from the thought of his princess being sad, he had to make you happy, had to make you feel loved.

You're still sleepy, your hair messy as he pulls you close to his body, pressing his lips against your forehead, sweet whisper in your ear “Happy Valentine's day, my princess.”

You are beautiful in any state, William thinks. Sleepy, shy, playful, angry, offended, happy, sad. Everything adorns his perfect girl. The way you giggle and try to slightly push him away when he doesn't stop peppering kisses all over your face, beard tickles your skin and he scoops you in his arms, letting you sit on him. You're covered in a blanket, of course, you just woke up, but he just doesn't give a damn. In a blanket, or in a dress, or in jeans, or completely naked, William always finds his princess sexy and hot.

A box of your favorite chocolates is just a warm-up. William knows that such small gifts give the most sincere emotions, to see how your sweet face glows with happiness, your lips smile and your eyes shine is precious to William.

You look at him sleepily from beneath your lashes. “Thank you, William.” you whisper before pressing a lingering kiss on his lips. You let out a content sigh; the warmth of his body melting any remaining weariness within you.

For such special day, William had taken his princess out for a romantic dinner at the most expensive restaurant. He parks his car and opens the door for you, as a princess you are. His hand cups under your elbow as he gently guides you towards the entrance while admiring how beautiful you look dressed in that elegant dress hugging all your curves tightly. You're shown to your table, situated right by a window overlooking a city illuminated by soft light which captivates your eyes. William, as gentleman he is, pulls out your chair before seating himself next to you.

Pleasant charming music, delicious dishes that look just too appetising and good. And of course, a few glasses of red wine, just to lighten the mood, as William says.

“Just to lighten the mood” smoothly turns you both slightly drunk as you feel a little hazy. Your lips parted when you laugh at his compliments and your cheeks burning, from both of his words and alcohol. When your conversations turned into an outright flirtation with perverted hints, William wasn't so drunk yet, so he was able to book a room.

The most important gift on Valentine's Day is to fuck your princess that hard so she can't walk the next day. You couldn't even make it to the bedroom when William pulled you towards him, one of his hands groping your butt through your dress while he makes out with you. Kiss is intoxicating and soon enough you start grinding yourself on him, asking for more.

“You want more, Princess?” he groans, pulling away from you and starts trailing his kisses down your collarbone. “i will fuck you nice and hard, just how you love it.”

“Please, ruin me.” you whisper back to him, fisting his hair while he circles his tongue all over your nipple. He squeezes one of them firmly as he sucks the nipple into his mouth. You moan softly as he flicks your buds with his tongue while gently biting occasionally. Your breath hitches in anticipation, feeling him playing more aggressively now. “Hahh! Fuck me. . .”

“Not yet, baby, need to taste you.” he murmurs and pushes you on the bed. His hands slides down your body, taking his time to caress every inch of you. He runs his hand down your hips until it finally reaches between your legs. “gonna make my girl feel good.” he pulls your wet panties down. William sighs, looking at your pussy, all soaked, slick and ready for him, needy for his attention. Just as how he likes.

Not a second pass when he stuffs his face into your wetness. He eats you out aggressively, lapping at your folds like a starved man. Your moans echoes in his ears, your voice so cute and angelic whenever you whimper “feels so good!”

William's tongue flicks against your clit, eliciting more moans from you while his hands cups your ass, pulling you closer and keeping your legs apart. He alternated between suckling on your bundle of nerves and circling his tongue around it. The harder he went the wetter you got. His tongue plunged deep into your slit, savouring your sweet taste. You clench the sheets as he assaults your cunt.

“Awhhh, fuck!” leaves your lips while you squirm, William runs one finger at your entrance, slowly filling you before adding another. The sudden stretch makes you cry out louder and grind against his mouth. William devours your little cunt like it's his last meal, his hair mess from your fingers nonstop running through it and his pupils blown wide. His chin covered in your slick as you leaking so much for him, your pussy needy for his cock.

And that's when you finally, finally get fucked real good. He pushes your body towards him by your ankles, making you lay at the edge of huge bed when he slides his swollen leaking tip over your pussy. He puts your pretty legs on his shoulders and starts fucking you in mating press, biting your lips, ruining your lipstick and pounding you like there's no tomorrow.

“Take that,” thrust. “take that, princess, so…oh my fucking god, so fucking tight around me.” another hard thrust, while you literally so cock-drunk as he ruins your cunt that you can't respond with anything else than just pleas and cries. “Feels too good for you to talk, yeah, baby?” he laughs.

William buries himself deeper into your pussy, pressing his forehead against yours and groans. And that's when something cracks into his brain. He had to make sure to spill his load inside you and fill you, till the last fucking drop. Your sweet cunt squeezing around his dick making it nearly impossible not to give in and breed you. Your body responds eagerly as he increases pace, thrusting deeper where it already starts to hurt; filling you completely till you clings onto him desperately, whimpering softly with each pound.

“Need your seed inside me, William. . .” you purr into his ear, while your unfocused eyes stare into his as you leave a few scratches on his back. William blinks. His cock pulses inside your sopping wet cunt, your warmness milking him, bringing him dangerously close.

“I'm gonna fill you, doll, gonna breed this little pussy, oh fuck.” he grunts against your lips as he picks up pace pounding harder and deeper into your core. Your nails slide down his back, leaving fiery trails as the knot of pleasure tightens sweetly again at the very thought of being completely filled with him.

William couldn't think of anything else than only pumping you full of his seed, his only thoughts were about breeding his princess and you were more than ready, your body itself begging him.

“Take it all, princess,” he growls and spills inside of you, never stopping moving his hips to make sure all of his cum is inside his princess. Soft moans leaves both of you as William feels your little pussy clenching around him, milking him dry, your soft spongy walls squeeze his dick. He finally stops lazily thrusting inside you, but doesn't pull out. “such a good girl for me.” you can't hide the smile from his praise, he leans down and presses a tender kiss on your lips. “Happy Valentine's Day, my love.”

#william afton smut #fnaf x reader #william afton x reader #fnaf x y/n #fnaf smut #steve raglan smut #dilf william #fnaf william afton #steve raglan x reader #william afton

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that's what they all say pt.3 (finale)

↳ ❝ [dbf!miguel o'hara x black!reader] ¡! ❞

rating. m

word count. 5k

synopsis. you wish your father would stop making you be near miguel but when you arrive at his house to drop something off, you meet the most important person in his life

or

you and miguel finally get together

warnings. p in v sex, unprotected sex (stay responsible), creampie, breeding/pregnancy kink, oral (f receiving), Miguel's ready to wife you up, sweet little Gabriella, Miguel being so father, Lyla's here! I also changed it so that Miguel's ex-wife is dead instead of them being divorced because I could. Let me know if I missed anything!

tags: @ihateuguys @chshiresins @futuristicpandakid

part 1 | part 2

It’s been all of a week since the gala and you were right, things with you and Nathan didn’t work out. You had broken up with him the very next night and of course, it didn’t feel good but you thought it better to end it now before he thought things were getting serious. Then the slew of curses came from him ranging broadly from calling you a “fucking bitch” to telling you that “you’re not even that pretty anyway”. All the usual bullshit.

It was no chip off your shoulder all in all.

It has, however, been growing more and more difficult to be around your father. You’ve fucked Miguel twice now and he was absolutely none the wiser. Someone so technically smart but when it comes to everything else he was completely unaware. All the while, he spoke more and more fondly of his friend. “Miguel” this, “Miguel” that, “that man is a genius!”

‘Yeah, so smart I bet his head game is insane”, you think to yourself, hating yourself for it. But you smile all the same at yourself because it’s a joke for you and only you.

Don’t get yourself wrong though, you are on no good terms with Miguel despite the angry sex you two had in the bathroom of the gala. When you left him in the bathroom, you went to sit back down with your father and Nathan just as dinner was being served. Miguel didn’t return until maybe 10 minutes later, a thin sheet of sweat on his neck, his hair haphazardly restyled, and his once neat bowtie a bit uneven. There was no way he could come back to the party the way you left him, still hard and aching.

He ended up jerking himself off, his cock still slick with your essence. Was it shameful? Yes, utterly embarrassing too. His hand gripped the counter so hard, his hand stroking his length fast and hard with his eyes closed, trying to imagine you right there with him. God, your smell was still on his fingers and it was driving him crazy.

You didn’t spare him a single look the rest of the night and it drove him absolutely mad. You knew it too. That’s why you did it.

Anyways, spending your day running errands and doing chores for your father was not how you’d like to be spending a day off from your demanding job but you knew if you weren’t there to take care of him, he’d be wasting away in his own filth because he cares only about his career. You’ve been cleaning up the small amount of clutter he had around when he comes out with a metal box.

"I need you to take this to Miguel for me."

You immediately retract at the idea. "And why can't you do it? I'm already cleaning your house. Why don't you have a robot maid to do this anyway?" You know he's just too caught up in his own thing to do such a thing. You think you might gift him one to save yourself the energy.

"One, because I'm working on something incredibly important right now and I'm wasting precious time just by talking to you right now. Two, why would I do that when I have you?" He cracks a joke that doesn't even begin to bring a smile to your face but he brushes off your downer mood. "Look, Miguel and I are working on DNA splicing and he needs this sample ASAP. It's very important he gets it. I need you to take it because I don't trust anyone else with it."

You look at the box, your lip curling with the beginnings of a "no" but you know better than that. "I don't even know where he lives."

"Already sent you his address."

You try to find another way to avoid him. "Can I just leave it on his doorstep?" And the disappointment is palpable as your father shakes his head. "Nope, needs to be taken directly from your hands into his." His eyes narrow as you sigh. "Why are you so reluctant to go? You've never had a problem with Miguel before. You two are always messing around."

'Oh you wouldn't know the half of it, dad.'

"It's nothing. I'm just tired, that's all. I'll take it to him." It would be quick, in and out, you'd barely exchange a word, so much as a glance. 

Saying that you'll take it and actually taking it were two entirely different beasts. The first thing you thought standing outside of his house was that his home was distinctly him, overly geometric, sharp edges and corners but with a surprising amount of large windows, all tinted with reflective sheeting making it impossible to see inside. What if he already saw you? What if he was standing there, looking out of one of those windows at you standing at the end of his driveway? The thought terrified you.

You approached the front door and jammed your finger at the doorbell. Oddly enough, there was no chime. To your surprise, a small hologram of a woman appeared in front of you. She wore a large, white, fur coat and pink, heart-shaped glasses. Her smile was broad. “And who are you?”

“Y/N. I’m here to drop something off to Miguel.”

“Ohhh so you’re Y/N!” She suddenly appeared on top of the box, sitting with her legs crossed in front of you. “Oh you have put Miguel through it. I’ve never seen him so stressed over one person. How’d you do it?” You never expected Miguel’s virtual assistant to be so forward.

“I-”

And then the front door swung open and the hologram glitched away. You expected to see Miguel’s towering frame in the door but it’s not there; instead, your eyes catch sight of a little girl maybe 9 or 10 years old looking up at you with big, brown eyes. It’s absolutely unmistakable that she is Miguel’s daughter. She looks just like him. “Who are you?” Her voice is sweet and small, timid even.

You smiled softly and knelt down in front of her, setting the box down beside you. “I’m Y/N, a friend of your dad’s.” You offer out a hand to her and she takes it, shaking firmly. “I’m Gabriella everyone calls me Gabi though.” She came out of her shell so quickly, smiling just like her dad. It warmed your heart.

“Lyla, I told you not to let Gabi open the door.” You could hear Miguel’s voice approaching from around the corner. He was in a black shirt that hugged him in all the right places and gray sweatpants hanging just at his hips. He was rubbing a towelette down his face, wiping off messily done makeup undoubtedly done by the unstable hands of his daughter.

Miguel saw you and paused for a moment. “Y/N?” He began to wipe his face harder. “Gabi, mija. You need to get ready. Your friend will be here soon.” He had a few remnants of glitter in the corners of his eyes that he missed and his lips were still slightly stained cherry red. Gabriella turned to her father. “I already got all my things together, Papa.”

“Do you have all of your soccer stuff together?” He asks and she nods vigorously. “Knee pads?” Again she nods. “Shin guards?” Gabriella wraps her arm around his leg. “Papa, I have everything. You already checked my bag twice.” Miguel sighed and gently patted her head. He looked to you again as you grabbed the handles to the sealed metal box and stood once more.

“I’m just here to drop this off.” You place the box inside beside his door, too uncomfortable to dare yourself to take a step inside. “I’ll take my leave now.”

“Hold on.” Miguel was quick to say. He had you here, at his house, for the first time ever. “Can we talk for a minute?” His eyes are soft, a bit pleading.

You look at Gabriella and think about how you don’t want to start anything in front of his daughter. You hesitate, chew softly on your lip. “Yeah, sure.” You come inside, pick up the box so you can hand it off to him.

You don’t like being so close to him. You hate the way his fingers graze yours has he takes the box from you. “Thanks,” he mutters, setting the box down on his coffee table. He tapped the table and it lit up with a screen. “Lyla, make sure this box remains secure until I pick it up again.” The holographic woman from before showed up like she was laying on top of the table. “Got it, Miguel and Gabi’s friend is pulling up.” She points to the door before disappearing again.

Gabriella grins and runs off to go get her things so she can go and for the first time, you and Miguel are alone again. You don’t look at each other, both trying to find something to say in the moment. All you really wanted to do was leave. You felt like you were intruding on something deeply personal. You’re in his home. His daughter is here. This is his whole life right here.

“Is it always this chaotic here?” Your voice breaks the silence. You feel like it’s too loud. Why are your ears ringing?

A small smile creeps onto Miguel’s lips. “No, not usually. Gabi’s just excited to go to her friend’s house.” His smile faded softly and cleared his throat. He turned his whole body to you, broad shoulders sloping to a small waist. God, you loved his body. “Y/N-”

“Papa, I’m ready!” Gabriella came bouncing downstairs with her duffle bag, ready to run off with her friend. She runs to her father and he catches her, lifting her with an exaggerated groan. “Oh, you’re getting so big, mija. Soon I won’t be able to carry you around.” You doubt that much, with how large he was. He could probably pick you up as you were now.

You see how gentle he is with her, how soft his voice is, how he holds her like she’s the most precious thing in the world.

“Are you still coming to my soccer game tomorrow?” Gabriella asks him, her lips forming into a small pout as her hands grasp at his shirt. Miguel’s eyes softened. “Of course, mi amor. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Your heart warmed as he peppered kisses across her face and she let out a series of squeals and giggles. As much as you told yourself you hated him, he was a wonderful father and it was clear he adored his daughter. What a lovely little girl too.

He set her down and Gabriella looked up at you. “It was nice meeting you!” God, she was adorable. You smiled at her with a small hint of maternal kindness. “It was nice meeting you too, Gabi.”

She runs off out the door and Miguel follows her, seeing her off out the door before closing it. He sighed softly and looked back at you as you gaze around at his house. It’s decorated with a lot of pictures of him and Gabriella but none with a wife or girlfriend. Is that why he and your father are such good friends? Single fathers in their own ways whether it was by divorce or death. You’re too scared to touch anything, not knowing what’s a screen or not or what might activate Lyla.

“I think we need to talk about things.” Miguel begins with hesitation laced up in his voice, not knowing if this would spark an argument between the two of you. You squirm in your own skin. “I don’t know if there’s anything to talk about. I don’t know if you’ve finally decided where you stand but I know where I do.” You know the truth. The slightest push to sway you and you might come back around. You wanted him badly every single time you saw him. You always wanted his lips on yours, wanted his hands on your waist.

“I made my decision.”

You raise a brow at him, your arms crossing tightly over your chest as if to protect yourself from him. “Oh? And what is that?”

Miguel bites the inside of his cheek, his teeth clawing at the soft flesh. “I want you.” It took very little thought to come to that conclusion after the gala. He looked up at you while you were riding him and only thought that he wanted your face to be the first he sees when he wakes up and when he goes to sleep at night. He likes the way you feel in his hold, how you smell, how, for the first time since his fiance's death giving birth to Gabi, he thinks he could be happy with someone.

You hum like you’re not impressed. You tell yourself that you’re not going to give in so easily, he has to try harder than just that. You keep your back turned to him, not hearing how he approached so quickly and quietly. “Mía Carina, please.” His hand is suddenly on your waist, his fingers dipping into your flesh as he pulls you towards him

“What do you want me to say, Miguel? You want me to just fall into you and tell you I want you too?” You turn to look up at him and find that he’s much closer than you expected. “It’s going to take a lot more than just that.” You can see the way his mind whirls on his face as he thinks of what to do to get you to understand just how much he wants you and everything that comes with you.

You don’t expect him to get down on his knees in front of you, his hands on your hips as he pulls you close and presses his face into your stomach. “You don’t understand, mía carina. I want you. I want you and all the consequences that come along with it. Fuck– let your dad hate me, I don’t care. Please, Y/N. God, you don’t even know.” His voice strains as he looks up at you. He can see that he’s getting to you. The confliction on your face gives you away.

“You told me I was too young.” All you can think about is that first night. The idea of the two of you being together did seem a bit ludicrous but the way things fell apart that night.

“Baby-” Miguel’s hands gripped tighter. “What was I supposed to say? I’m in my 40s now. I have a daughter and you’re just beginning your life. I didn’t want you to be stuck with me and all these responsibilities.”

“That wasn’t for you to decide, Miguel.”

He kisses along the waistline of your pants. The softness of his lips grazing your hips sends a shiver skidding down the length of your spine. “You’re right and I’m sorry, muñeca.” His fingers slip beneath your shirt. “Please forgive me. Let me make it up to you.” His hands trace along the slopes of your body, the dips and curves that he so badly wants to commit to memory. “Lemme make it up to you, my pretty girl.”

He wraps your arms around your thighs and stands up, tossing you over his shoulder with ease. You squeal with surprise. “Miguel, what are you doing?” You hit his back but it has little to no effect on him.

“I told you, I’m gonna make it up to you.” He began to carry up upstairs to what you could only assume was his bedroom. You figured there wasn’t anything you could do about the situation at this point and that you might as well enjoy the ride and the amazing view of his ass.

He took you into his room and laid you down rather gently on his neatly made bed. Miguel stood above you with his hips between your legs. You made a motion to sit up but he shook his head with a disapproving click of his tongue. “No, you don’t do a thing. You’ll be a real muñeca now, won’t you?” His fingers play with the button on your jeans before undoing the fixture.

Miguel took his sweet time getting your clothes off, starting with your shoes and socks then continuing with your pants. He kissed your pelvis as he removed your underwear, this time keeping it intact. His kisses are wet, gentle, and teasing as he maintains eye contact all the way through. He leaves marks where his lips meet your skin, littering you with blossoming red marks all across your stomachHe takes your shirt next and finally your bra, leaving you completely bare before him.

Miguel’s large hands come to fondle your breasts, squeezing and manipulating the soft, malleable flesh against his warm palms. He thinks about how nice you’d look with swollen, tender breasts ready to feed his child. God, now he was thinking about impregnating you. Making his family all the bigger.

You’re so soft, every part of you drives him up the wall. He nudged the bulge of his cock against your core, feening to be inside you. “So pretty.” He murmured. “Mi linda muñeca. So beautiful.” Miguel trailed his fingertips along your body, between your breasts, down your diaphragm and naval and smiled at the way your body reacted so violently to his touch. He got on his knees at the end of his bed, placing either of your legs over your shoulders. You tremble as his large, calloused hands gripped and massaged the soft flesh of your thighs.

Miguel began his descent with a few kisses at your knees, slowly trailing his lips across the sensitive, supple flesh of your inner thighs. His breath is hot and each exhale builds an anticipation that begins to grow unbearable.

"Miguel please." You whine, desperate to know all he can do with that tongue of his. His teasing was killing you slowly and softly, the more torturous way to go. And how can he refuse you when you sound so pretty like that for him? He nipped at your thighs a little more, growing closer and closer to your wanting cunt growing wetter for him by the moment.

Finally, he kissed the slickened lips of your pussy. A sloppy, wet kiss with his tongue circling your swollen clit. Miguel spat on your pussy and watched it pool at your entrance. He put his fingers in the mess of it, humming softly as he eased his middle finger into your wanton hole. You whine again, buckling your hips down because his pace is excruciatingly slow.

Miguel placed his hand on your pelvis to keep you still. “Be patient for me. Can you do that for me, mía carina?” He fucks his middle finger into you a couple times before pushing his index finger in with it. His digits were long and thick, pushing and curling and massaging your silky walls in search of that soft spot that could have you crumbling in seconds.

His tongue was on your rosebud again, lips latched and suckling while his tongue flicked against the little bundle of nerves. Miguel kept his eyes on you, watching the way your face contorted. Your brows pinched with concentration and your lips parted to let a few strangled moans escape. Your fingers were in his hair, grasping at his soft curls. “Just like that– God…oh fuck, Miguel!” His fingers were pumping in and out fast and hard. Your heels dug into his back and your toes curled with pleasure.

It was almost pathetic how easily he could coax an orgasm out of you. The right stroke of his fingers and swirl of his tongue and he had you seeing stars and left your ears ringing. The building of a climax in the pit of your stomach bubbled like boiling water. You let your eyes close, squeezed them shut to concentrate on that feeling, help build it into something more and let it come to complete fruition.

“Go ahead and cum for me, muñeca. Can you do that just for me?” The low rumble of his voice against your aching cunt was enough to do just that. Your back arched off the bed, your fingers twisted in his hair, tugging at his roots to keep him close. Miguel slips his fingers from your, replacing it with his tongue while his arched nose continues to rub your clit. He liked the taste of you on his tongue, liked bringing you so much pleasure that your muscles spasmed and seized uncontrollably. His fingers massaged your thighs and hips. “Good girl. Mi buena chica.”

Miguel kissed your thighs again, his teeth grazing across your skin as your legs trembled. He was hard now—harder than before at least. His lips were slick with the very thing he hopes no one else in the world will ever get the chance to taste. He stood against, looked down at your little fucked out frame with tenderness. God, he loved you.

“Can you sit up for me, mi alma?” He asks you. You loved how gentle he was being with you and wanted to please him, so you fought against the aftershock of your orgasm and sat up in front of him. Your face was just against his pelvis with the obvious tint in his pants brushing his lips. You grabbed his hips and looked up at him. The valley of his abs and all those muscles.

“You’re such a good daddy, Miguel.” You murmur, kissing the swell while your hands slipped beneath his shirt to caress his muscles. “How sweet you were with Gabriella. I love a man that’s good with children.”

“Oh really?” Miguel bent down at the waist to kiss you, purring softly against your plush lips. “Funny, I was just thinking about how nice and pretty you’d look pregnant and in my bed.” You moaned softly against his lips, your hand stroking the back of his neck. “Miguel.” His large hands were on your breasts again.

“You want to help me make another baby? Make me a daddy again?” His tongue was against yours. “I wanna make you a mommy. WIll you let me do that?” He wanted to cum deep inside you, press his hand against the exterior of your womb and know that his child was growing in there. It might just be a nice little fantasy, hormones running high, but it turned him on. It turned you on too. Birth control in these times meant you couldn’t get pregnant unless you intentionally stopped taking it. No risks involved.

“Yes, please.” You pushed Miguel back so you could stand up. The height difference was much the same but now you were at least at his chest. You looked up at him with wide, pretty eyes and offered him the same human kindness he offered you by removing his clothes. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and helped him take it off before doing the same with his sweatpants and underwear. You realize that for the first time, you two are completely naked in front of each other, bare and vulnerable.

Miguel kissed you again because he simply couldn’t help it. He kissed you because even though it hurt his back to keep bending down like this, he loved kissing you so much that it didn’t matter. He picked you up with ease and walked around the side of the bed to place you further up on it. He climbed up on top of you, caressed the side of your body as he grabbed a pillow.

"How do you want it?" He asked, liking to give you a choice in the matter. You looked at the pillow he was grasping and took it from him. Miguel watched as you lied on your stomach and quickly caught on when you placed the pillow beneath your hips to elevate them. He liked the way you thought.

Miguel mounted the back of your thighs, wrapping his hand around the veiny length of his cock while his other hand pulled your hips up a bit more to expose your tight, wet, little pussy. He tapped the head against your entrance before easing himself in just enough that he no longer needed his hand to guide. He leaned over you, pushing deeper until his hips met your ass flush and everything that made the two of you two separate beings disappeared.

You turned to look back at him from your position and hooked your arm over his shoulder and around his neck to pull him close. His hands were on either side of your body, supporting the both of you. Miguel kissed you and at the same time thrusted his hips sharply into you. “You’ll make such a great mom, mía carina. I’ll put a baby nice and deep in you and we’ll be a happy family.” He rocked his hips, pulling back until just the tip remained positioned against your wonton pussy before sinking back into his own personal heaven.

Miguel wasn’t fucking you. It wasn’t fast or rough or fueled by blatant, blinded lust. His pace was slow and steady, quite nice actually.  Each thrust drew a placid moan from your lips or a whimper of Miguel’s name against his tongue. Thai kind of sex was the baby-making kind of sex. You never had it but you knew it all the same, you could feel it. This was the kind of sex that made his daughter.

“You’ll be such a good mom to Gabriella.” He kissed your cheek, tracing his lips across the curve of your jaw. He hoped saying something like that wouldn’t scare you away because he wanted you to be a part of his family. Gabriella never met her mother, grew up without any semblance of a mother figure at all. At first, it was just because he was heartbroken, freshly widowed, and now with a daughter. Then after a couple years when he thought he might finally be able to get back out there, the occasional date here but no one was allowed to meet his daughter. He didn’t want anyone who wasn’t going to be a lasting part of his life make an impression on her, get her mind going. He was afraid her real mother might be replaced, that Gabriella might be mistaken. So he made sure she knew who her mother was, showed her pictures of her, told her stories, etc.

It’s only been in recent years that Miguel has realized that Gabriella still needed a maternal figure in her life. And trying to find someone willing to step up and raise a kid that isn’t theirs is hard to imagine, no less you, a girl in her 20s with no children of her own and a whole life ahead of her. He wasn’t trying to tie you down like that.

You moan softly, loving the way his body pressed against yours. Your skin stuck to his with the thin layer of sweat that seemed to try and bound you two together. You loved how full you elt, his cock plunging in and out at you in firm, timed strokes. The two of you so desperately clung on to each other like someone was trying to pull you two away from each other.

The way you felt with Miguel was electric, like nothing you ever felt before and you thought that this might actually be love. This could be love right here and that terrified you and excited you. Because you were so in love that you were perfectly happy with the idea of being a close part of his personal life, eventually coming to help parent his daughter at your age.

“I’m close, my love.” Miguel was beginning to lose all sense of self. His breathing began to pick up as his hips buckled a bit faster. “Gonna cum in your pretty little pussy, claim it all as mine.” He sat up finally and suddenly you felt a bit cold without his body on yours. His large hands grasped your hips to keep you still and watched as his cock sank deep into you. God, the way your walls stretched to contain him, gripped him like no other.

You knew he was just on the edge when his hips began to slow into spaced, yet harsh thrusts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck– God.” He choked as his abdomen tightened and he pressed his narrow hips as hard as he could against your ass, pressing himself as deep as he could inside you.

You moan at the feeling of his hot cum filling you, painting your walls in nice, thick spurts. Miguel lets out a low groan, his eyes squeezing shut as you rock back and forth on his dick, milking him for all he had to offer you. There was so much that it began to leak at the corners, creating a milky white ring right at your entrance.

Miguel left you slowly, not truly wanting to leave the soft warmth of your body. Cum immediately began to surface and dribble down the front of your lips. It was quite the sight, such a beautiful one. He just had to take a moment to admire his work.

“You havin’ fun back there?” You ask after a beat of silence. You turn around beneath Miguel and sit up just enough to kiss his chest before he bends down to meet you halfway. His hands come to find purchase on your jaw, his thumbs rubbing circles on your cheekbones. Your smile into the kiss before laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

You stifle your laughter as you pull away from him and lay back down on top of his bedsheets. “My dad is so gonna kill you.” You look up at Miguel as he runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. He came and laid down beside you, wrapping a arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Let’s not tell him just yet. I have to figure out the best way to explain it.”

You roll over and murmur into his lightly hair-covered chest. “I don’t think there’s any good way to explain this to him. Might as well rip the bandaid off while he’s not expecting it.”

“That might be the right move.”

#i did it! #it's done! #finale #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #miguel o'hara #atsv #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fic #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 smut

[sugarwithtea]

crush hour (m) || jhs

pairing : hoseok x reader

genre : smut, pwp(lol)

rating : m (18+); minors dni

summary : You need to reward your boyfriend for his latest collab with the best gift. Your mouth.

word count : 987

warnings : ahem. ahem. lessgo. blowjob, handjob, deepthroating, rush hour jhope (basically jhoe), swearing, kissing, a lil bit crying?, v v lil mentions of anal, no penetrative sex cuz reader would like to make him cum once more (not mentioned in the drabble lol), jhope tears the readers top, does he?? lmao his tongue keeps on peeking out tho ;)

author's note : wow right? i mean omg i can't stop listening to this damn bop!! and jhope switching into jhoe !!! this whole drabble was so quick and the main trigger was literally this damned tiktok. anyways unedited and written on a whim, as always ;)

mood : rush hour - jhope & crush

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Jung Hoseok never failed to take your breath away.

This time, he was literally doing so.

"Oh my god Y/N."

You hum around his dick and he groans again. With his cock lodged inside your mouth and breathing erratic, Hoseok moans for his life.

He had been working on this collaborative single for a while now. He had never let you listen to even a second of it, giving some reasons like I can't let you listen to it because of the privacy reasons of the label and my collaborator and blah blah blah. He has mumbled something about it being a surprise too and god was he honest. Because the song that filtered out the speaker had your insides churn with an unknown pleasure and your mouth almost screamed to get him inside you. It was indeed, the sluttiest surprise.

And so here you are, in your living room, with his dick in your mouth.

You swipe your tongue over his painfully hard shaft and he jerks forward, stuffing himself deeper inside you. Your tongue tastes his pre-cum dripping down his length inside your mouth and you moan around his dick as you bob your head up and down him.

He moans your name and his hands immediately grab your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail and helping you move even more faster, and deeper.

"You always take me so well baby." his breathy voice sends butterflies to your stomach and you detach yourself from him, using your hands to spread the slick of your saliva and his pre cum all over his shaft.

"I want to give you a gift, hobi. You did so well." you look up at him through your lashes and he sucks in a shaky breath as his hips buck forward.

He slowly fucks himself in your hand and you sing out praises, watching him get impossibly hard, with his tip an angry red and veins wilding.

"Don't, don't do that."

"What?" you kiss his tip teasingly.

"T-that. Don't t-tease me baby. Either take me in or stop. I can't wai-" you take him in your mouth again before he could even finish his sentence.

He grasps your hair harder and you jerk forward, your nose brushing his small tickly hair and he moans so loud, you feel your eyes rolling back and pussy clenching around nothing due to the pleasure of his sounds.

"Yeah, like that. Such a good girl."

You nod eagerly and happily at his words, tears almost spilling out of your eyes as his dick hits the back of your throat and you still move your head with the perfect rhythm, pace, and lust.

His moves turn languid and he caresses your scalp, when his cock twitches in your mouth and the tears fall out for real. You look up at him, your vision blurry and feel your heart skip a beat.

With his tongue peeking out just a little, resting atop his bottom lip, eyes scrunched shut with pleasure adorned by the yellow shades which are a little askew but still oh so fucking hot on him. His chest heaving, breathing quick and cheeks flushed red, you wanted him to fuck you right then and there for hours. Especially with those black, luscious hair of his sticking to the nape of his neck due to the sweat trickling down his form.

"I'm gonna cum."

Heart soaring and ass sticking out for him, you gladly cup his balls and give them a squeeze, all while moving your tongue skillfully like a master. He gives in to your touch in the next few seconds, spilling his load into your mouth.

He moans heavenly, breathily and your pussy gushes with arousal, nipples hardening against the material of your skimpy top. For what feels like hours, he spurts ropes of his cum and you obediently, hornily, swallow it all.

When he finally stops, you remove your mouth from his dick and stick out your tongue for him to see that you have swallowed it all. It's that which spurs him to hastily pull you up by your arms and smash his lips onto yours. He grimaces a little at the taste of his cum but nevertheless sticks his tongue into your mouth fiercely.

The kiss was walking on no tightrope, and you had completely tripped down the rope, into the pits of destruction, crushed by the feeling of Hoseok feeling you through his hands on your ass, groping the flesh and kneading it.

"You will be the death of me one day." he says and kisses your chin, trailing them towards your collarbone.

"I am already crushed by you."

He laughs and grabs your ass tightly.

"This thing was taunting me so much when you were on your knees, baby. I want to fuck that hole of yours so bad."

"Mhm but not before I get you to come again. In my mouth." you grab his hair as he reaches your breastbone and nips at the skin, moaning at your words.

"Maybe next time. But for now-" his words are cut short by his actions as he suddenly grabs the top of your strapless crop top and tears it down, in one quick motion, your boobs spilling out and you gasping loudly.

"Oh my god, Hobi."

He grabs one of your tits in his hands and kneads the boob softly, your nipples erect and hard.

"Yeah, you have rewarded me enough. Now it's my turn."

He flicks his thumb over your nipple and you whimper in his hold, jerking a bit forward and noticing he is semi hard, again.

"F-for?"

"For being the perfect crush." he takes that nipple between his lips and you shudder.

"I thought you loved me."

"But I have a crush on you too."

You both laugh in sync as he pulls you inside the bedroom and true to his words, he rewards you all night.

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[gam3bo1-movedagain]

     ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ 🧀   𓈒ㅤ⋅          ﹙@womansound﹚        :        friends ( beta ver. ) headcanons        ,        from this ask meme        !

🍧        :        who    gets    to    pick    where    to    eat    ?

anthony. do i have to explain why (NEVER RIP BTW!!!!!) sometimes adam picks too :) ant fr has a Neverending list of restaurants he wnts to take everyone to (its a V Organised colour-coded excel document)

🦩         :        who    do    they    like    making    fun    of    ?

good question! depends on everyone's mood x but tbh i feel like andrew and juno get shat on the most 😭 ok! i have thoughts! punch me in th face if im wrong x mac and tate seem like the type to clown typos (anthony is usually the victim </3) like they'd be SOOOOO annoying they'll keep spamming the gc w the typo until ant's like "ENOUGH!" i know thered b jokes about beau's accent too 😭 also i wouldnt call it "making fun" per se but i know evry1 (minnie) would be like "juno mybe try pulling the stick out your ass" MSNBCSDMNC + hc : tate fell for a robux gift card scam once and he will Never ever ever ever hear the end of it

👙          :        what    emoji    would    your    characters    use    to    describe    each    other    ?

this is hard 2 answer but from My Muses' end it consists of: 🍔 (greasy) 👯‍♂️ (it's always a party when they hang out x) 🤬 (not a day goes by w/out somebody arguing) 🏡 (home <3) 🐒 (theyre a bunch of animals)

👛          :        who    takes    the    most    pictures    ––    bonus:    who    is    the    designated    photographer    for    that    character’s    pictures    ?

oh boy ... tate <3 for obvious reasons ( bc spiderman Hello ) and he brings his little camera evrywhere <3 probably has a box of films he has yet to develop ... he prefers being behind the camera + seeing every1 happy makes Him happy but maybe <3 minnie snaps candid shots of him from time to time

🧠          :        who    leaves    voicemails    /    voice    messages    ?

i feel like... mcbonalds would fr start arguments in the gc like everybody else would just wake up to +99 voice msg notifications and its literally just beau and mac Fighting </3 but i can also see andrew doing it when he gets too lazy to type esp since. he never shuts the fuck up! MNSDBMCNDB

#hey if it wasnt obvious im obsessed w all of them #are we going for friends beta version x #NSDJCSDMNCBSDnm #WE NEED A VERSE NAMEEEEEEE #( verse tba. ) #( ooc ) — edits . #womansound

[dungeonpuppykai]

|| Bliss ||

Description: What happens when a spoiled and disgraced Princess is handed off to an ex-Winter Soldier as a strategy for the royal family to be rid of her and ensure the Soldier's loyalty to them at the same time?

Pairing: Dark Ex-Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes | Brat Princess!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Bucky Barnes or the Winter Soldier arc. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Dub-con, Dark!Bucky, arranged marriage, Brat!Reader, Brat Tamer!Bucky, stockholm syndrome, house wife kink, breeding kink, p-in-v sex, doggy style, degradation, power imbalance, spanking, hair pulling, slight nipple play.

Note: Thank you so much for the love that you all gave this story. Feedback that isn't straight up hate is always much appreciated 🩷

STORY MASTERLIST 

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James entered the cottage that he'd built for his wife -then just a desire- and himself away from the hassles of the city centre and all his workers in the Estate that the King had gifted him. His pride would never have allowed him to live with her in a house that wasn't truly his.

Theirs. 

She might have been a Princess in her previous life but now she was his wife above anything. And so she was to obey all his decisions and take whatever he allowed her with gratitude. 

Besides, he loved to watch the once proud and oh-so-fancy little former Princess of his struggle with basic daily life tasks and chores around their cottage since he was the bread runner and took care of the outdoor activities. Punishing her each time she messed up because he deserved better than a clumsy little careless wife who couldn't even properly care for her husband who worked so hard was the fun side of it. 

She was his little outlet to take his frustrations out on. 

"OhmyGod, hubby, you scared me!" Y/n almost shrieked when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind, using the name he demanded she call him by. One that she initially had been reluctant to use. But now, after much training it effortlessly rolled off her tongue by habit. Her pretty eyes that James loved to stare into while fucking the daylights out of his wife were carefully fixed on the recipe book as she finalized dinner, whining and trying to wiggle away when he pressed his hard cock between her ass cheeks. 

He had been in a mood since this morning. 

"How many times have I told you that you don't have to worry about anyone sneaking up on you so long as you're under my wing, sweets?" James pressed soft kisses up her shoulder and into the junction of her neck, making her jump up from the scratch of his short stubble that created a ticklish effect. "I am the only one who can truly protect you and I always will." 

"Jaaaaames~!" Y/n pouted and whined when the kisses that followed his words turned more demanding, teeth nibbling at the marked skin of her neck. "Pleeeease! I cannot concentrate this way! I will mess it uuuuup!" She struggled to make sense of the final lines of the recipe. 

"Tsk, you've one job. And you can't even do that properly, Mrs. Barnes?" His hands desperately groped and grabbed everywhere they could under her dress. "Now don't go off misbehaving like a bad wife, you know very well what happens to them." James warned in a darker tone, pushing the upper half of her body over the counter. "Just be a good girl and perform your wifely duties honestly like I do my husbandly ones." 

"But oh my God, hubby~" the Princess whined and scrunched her nose up, trying to move away from his sweaty and dusty body that contained a whole day's worth of field filth. "You stink!" The man only snickered in response to her grimace. "You need a shower!"

"What use do I have for a shower when I've a pristine little wife that I can just wipe myself clean with?" Y/n whined again at his words. She had always insulted him about how he smelt of blood and dirt, so now he made it a point of rubbing it all on her clean little Princess body every time he got home from work. 

"Don't be meeeean~" she pouted, feeling him push her dress up to her waist. The warmth that James had familiarized her with started to form and settle between her hips. "I do not fancy smelling like military outposts and training grounds!" Her protests were adorable to him for he did not pay them much heed, taking them as an invitation to go even further. 

"Too bad you still have to bend over and gratefully take everything your husband gives you" his eyes fluttered close as he inhaled her scent. She smelled so good. A refreshing change from the harshness of the field at the end of the day. An escape. A paradise. "Don't you like smelling like your husband, hm?"

The girl gulped at his tone and bit her lip, voice mum. "I- I do…"

"Good girl."

Mrs. Barnes gasped as she gripped the edges of the kitchen counter for support as her needy husband aligned himself against her entrance with ease since she wasn't allowed to wear her undergarments inside the house. On some occasions such as days when James was extra stressed about work the girl wouldn't even be allowed her housewife dresses, an apron the only exception inside the kitchen for safety purposes.

"Hubby~" Y/n gasped out a moan when he pushed in, biting her lips as her body tried to collapse on the counter. Were it not for the warning slap that dropped on one of her ass cheeks, she would have. 

"Get to work, it's been a long day. Dinner will be on time," pulling her head back by her hair, the man pressed his lips against her ears, "or else." 

"Y- Yes, hubby" her head was only released when she managed to whimpered out a response, hurriedly going back to resume her work of stirring and adding the final ingredients while her body rocked back and forth from the powerful thrusts. Mr. Barnes bit his lip as he slapped her ass that he loved so much again and again with each thrust. "Oh, Hubby, oh!" The girl cried out when she almost added salt to the already finalized gravy by accident, trying to finish her work but her husband was fucking her just so good. A true master at hitting all the right spots, he was squeezing her tits that were flying back and forth so good, the occasional spanks and praises igniting her whole body up.

As great as it all was, it also caused her head to get foggy and thoughts to scramble. Which was making the task at hand near impossible to complete. 

James smirked as he watched her hang and freeze under him. "Oh dear, have I fucked you dumb already, huh?" His words made her choke his cock tighter between her walls.

He loved to watch her struggle. Even better when she was also afraid. 

"You're such a dirty slut, Mrs. Barnes" the man was near and so was his wife, he could tell by how she was clenching around him. "For how mighty you used to act, you sure love being put in your humiliating little place, huh?" Flicking one of her nipples, he bit a hickey and caused her back to arch as she loudly moaned. "Huh?" It was a question.

"I do, I do, I do!" The Princess sobbed with pleasure. "Please, please, hubby! Please, needa cum!" It was another horror if she did so without his permission. 

"Do you deserve it?" 

"Yes! Please! Yes! Promise been good!" Y/n killed the stove with a sigh of relief when the meal finally reached the perfect condition, her legs trembling. The punishments that had followed all the times when she had messed up the dinner during after work fucks like these were fresh in her mind. "Been good!" It was the distortion in her language that made him cum so hard everytime. 

Distortion that he caused. 

"Go ahead then, cum." The Princess moaned loudly as she bent over the counter, her eyes shutting tight as her climax crashed over her, leaving her with nothing but a fucked out brain and ringing years. 

"You know, Y/n," James rarely ever called her by her actual name, always resorting to pet names or the name she was ascribed on their wedding way, the only exceptions being either when he was serious or she was in trouble. "I can't wait to have this cozy home of ours filled with our little kids running about." He started to empty his load into her, fucking his orgasm into and up her cavern as he bent over her form from behind. "And you waddling after them, swollen with their unborn siblings."

"Me too, hubby." Mrs. Barnes panted out, turning her head sideways to face him and pressing her lips against his exhaustedly, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. 

This was definitely bliss at last.

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[7ken3]

thinking about farmer!toji

#hard. #letters.toji; #i want to see him come home with a satisfied grin on his face #and as a gift (he's in a v v good mood) he fucks me HARD #he might be tired but he said he's not when he's happy with his harvestings #babbles;

[ikigaitsuki]

besotted | l.hs

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Summary — A seemingly innocent invite over. The clutching onto one another’s skin as though either person would leave if given the chance. The subsequent feeling of love - of us, and the sharing of one another.

Pairing — Heeseung x gn!reader

Genre — smut, fluff

CW — protected sex, love making, mutual pining, this is very soft i’m in my feels ok, oral (m. receiving).

Word count — 2,493

Part of the 12 days of xxxmas series (this one is v timid)

a/n: dear god, when is it my turn?

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Come over.

There’s something so insanely promiscuous about those two words when they flash up on a phone screen. The implications - what’s the meaning?

You discard your phone lazily on the pillows of your bed, heart racing as you await a reply. It’s not that rejection is likely, more so that regardless of how eager both of you may be - it’s a possibility still.

Inviting Lee Heeseung to your house, when he’s never been before, never even seen past the colour of your front door or much of your room beyond the headboard when you facetime on late evenings, is nothing short of nerve wracking.

And as the simple response of, “Give me 15 and I’ll be there,” illuminates your phone screen, the panic doesn’t subside.

In fact, it only worsens as he stares at you with that same soft glint in his eyes, waiting to be invited in as he stands on the door mat.

How does one go about it in this way? Do you still need formalities? A cup of tea and biscuits maybe? Sit on the couch for a little while and discuss things like middle aged people meeting after a long time apart?

You settle against those options, and for good reason.

“Come in,” you smile, distracting yourself from the barrage of thoughts that certainty would fuck this up if the man before you could hear them, “It’s the room on the right, all the way down the corridor. You need a drink or anything?,”

God, cut the formalities. You know this guy, very well acquainted what with your wonderful rendezvous and evenings in the local cafe, and don’t forget the dressed up dates you’d had, the exchanging of gifts together and the apparent fondness you both harbour for one another but are too scared to share.

“No, I’ll be fine,” Heeseung just smiles at you as he leaves his shoes by the front door, and saunters off to the bedroom.

Too abrupt? No time to think about that now.

To be honest, you’d wanted to hold out for as long as possible, wanted to see how long you could take staring into those big, brown eyes of his before the string of tension snapped. And to be honest, you’d been doing pretty well with it.

But the eagerness to know him more than through words - with physical touch too, was basically killing you.

And finding Heeseung already searching through the endless shithole of programmes on Netflix whilst lying comfortably on your bed as you entered your bedroom was somewhat endearing.

“Comfortable already, I see,” you quip.

“You’d think I’m weird if I wasn’t.”

True. All you think about is the further subsequent implications of Netflix being Heeseung’s choice of streaming service. You have plenty more available.

Why that one?
Nobody ever watches Netflix.

Nobody ever watc-

Shit.

You try to relax as you melt into Heeseung’s touch, his body warm even though there’s layers of clothing between his skin.

But it’s proving hard, literally and figuratively, because you can’t focus on the movie on your TV at all. Heeseung just looks too fucking good, and of course you asked him over here for good reason, but now you’re in a situation where you can change the mood, you’re sort of feeling a little lost.

It has you feeling like you’re new to this whole thing, even when you’re not.

But this is a first with Heeseung.

And you’re nervous with the anticipation of what he is like.

And no, not as a person. You know that much already. You mean in bed - naked, hot body on your own, lips dancing on your neck and fingers playing with your-

“You’re supposed to stare at the TV, not me,” Heeseung’s gaze melts into you, and you feel on the spot that you could curl up and die, quite simply.

“Heeseung,” you didn’t mean to whine, you swear, but either way you don’t regret it when Heeseung’s lips encase your own in a way that’s different to the many times you’ve done it before.

There’s a certain hunger, a certain need and desire that you’re more than happy in this moment to indulge in.

You never want your lips to part as he pulls the duvet to allow you both under it. You don’t want to lose the momentum of the situation, and so you grip at the plain white shirt he chose to wear today.

Perhaps it be the whirlpool of emotions or just that Lee Heeseung is that attractive - that even a plain garment can look expensive on him, but you feel like you’re only just realising how good looking he is.

You wet your lips as you hungrily stare at Heeseung’s bare torso once his shirt is removed and discarded wherever the fuck your throw managed to land it, and you bask even more so in the way his breathing is ragged already, eyes never once leaving your lips.

Heeseung feels at ease seeing you like this, because unbeknownst to you, the pounding in his heart isn’t from arousal alone.

He’s in conflict - wanting to be slow and sensual with your body because this is the first time you’re seeing one another like this, but also wanting to devour you, ravish you and leave you both fulfilled and yet gasping for more.

He decides not to make his mind up yet.

Instead, he stares at how you chose to wear nothing under your hoodie. He can’t believe you look this good in such simple clothes.

“You’re amazing,” he breathes against your sternum as you move to now straddle his hips.

The light praise rolls off his tongue so easily, it reminds you of the caramel sauce he always makes sure there’s an abundance of when you order an iced coffee - sweet and moreish.

You want to hear more, feel more, be more in the moment than you already are.

Grinding on Heeseung’s erection through his trousers, your abdomen fills with excitement at the thought of what hopefully, moments later, will be filling you.

“You feel really big,” you admit, and you feel shy, so you’re glad that Heeseung also avoids eye contact and instead works at your nipples.

His lips are soft, timid, and you love it. There’s a fondness that floats around the situation and you both think it’s one sided, so you don’t speak on it.

Pulling his lips away from your chest, you face him closer now. He already looks dishevelled and heated; it fills you with excitement, and an essence of proudness because you’re the reason Heeseung looks like this right now.

And with delivering a quick peck to his lips, you dive down under the covers to meet your face with his crotch, pulling down his trousers and boxers in as natural as a motion as you can - which ultimately fails, and results in Heeseung shuffling his hips to help you.

Taking his cock into your hands finally, you’re trying to make a mental note of how big he is whilst simultaneously beginning to press your lips to the tip.

The taste of precum hits your tongue almost instantly, and with the way Heeseung hisses, you continue to deliver attention to the head - soft kissing and licks that send him into overdrive instantly. His hands rest atop your head, no intention of ever trying to take the control from you, but they’re there more as a symbol of support, in some way.

Licking up his shaft before you fully take Heeseung into your mouth, you feel the breeze of the duvet being lifted so that he can finally see you. In another circumstance, you’d feel shy, but hearing the way his breath labours and he moans softly, you know that you’re doing enough.

When accompanying the ministrations of your mouth with a lazy up and down, twist of your wrist makes Heeseung hiss between his teeth, you know to keep doing that. When working with a new partner, spending the time to find the simple things that make their body tense is most important.

And so when Heeseung tells you that, “It’s so sexy when you do it like that,” with your mouth sloppily lapping at him and your throat humming against him, you might just die.

The eye contact is intense as you see the way he earnestly watches you, bottom lip caught between his teeth to avoid releasing any expletives.

And as much as you’d like to stay here like this, and pleasure Heeseung like this to fulfilment, you know that there’s more on both of your minds.

For you, though, your mind simply enters a haze as the man kisses you without a regard for the fact your lips have been wrapped around his crotch only moments ago. It sets alight a fire in you that before had never been lit before.

“Hee,” you whisper against his lips.

“Condom?,” he asks, knowing what you want.

“Top drawer.”

And he rummages and quickly finds one, opening the packet and sliding the latex over himself as you busy yourself with the removal of your bottoms.

You expect to ride him, and so hover over him until he flips you over, back resting softly in the abundance of pillows by your headrest. What a peculiar feeling arising in Heeseung’s stomach as he takes in the view which he’s only seen through the screen of his phone.

And the feeling doesn’t cease as he eases himself slowly into you, slight stretch on your part due to the lack of preparation, but there’s a sense of desperation in the air, even if it’s not spoken.

“So tight,” Heeseung muses into the skin of your neck, “My God, y/n, you’re so tight,”

You’d respond if you could, but instead you drink in the feeling of slowly being impaled, and it’s blissful. The slow drive of Heeseung’s hips in and out of you, shallow and shy until he feels the way you relax around him and your grip on his biceps loosens.

Only then does he build up a rhythm. One that has you wrapping your legs around him, hands clutching either side of his face as you engage in sloppy kisses, lips sometimes gliding completely past one another.

“Do you feel good?,” Heeseung manages to ask as he hits a spot deeper inside you. There’s a neediness in his voice that indicates he’s eager to please.

“So good, Hee,” you press your foreheads together, “You feel so good inside me,”

It’s really taking everything for Heeseung to last, even with the condom around him there’s a closeness he can’t quite place, an intimacy that feels further than two bodies fuelled by arousal. He’s scared to confess in this moment how he really feels, just on the off chance that you think his words lack sincerity.

So he doesn’t say anything.

But later, he swears that he will.

And you throw your head back into the pillow with glee, neck on full display as Heeseung attaches his lips delicately. You wish that you could tell him more than that it feels good, that you don’t want him to stop what he’s doing.

You wish that you could find words that would hold more substance, but you’re not really sure that he would believe you when you’re clouded by the feeling building in your stomach.

Still, you clutch onto one another as Heeseung switches the position, this time with your legs over his shoulders, and your heart melts at the way he kisses at the skin of your ankles, grip so light it’s like his touch isn’t even there.

He would turn you around, but he doesn’t want to miss the way your face contorts in that of pleasure when he reaches so impossibly deep inside you. And he doesn’t want you to miss the way his own brows furrow, the way his voice is rough with the way he snaps into you now.

The new angle has you crying out, so loud that the TV in the background doesn’t even suffice as a distraction anymore. The noises are no longer inhibited to these four walls.

“Shhh,” Heeseung slows his hips but never ceases his rhythm, “I don’t want anyone else to hear you, baby,”

Baby.

Baby.

Holy shit does that tighten the knot in your stomach.

“Heeseung!,” you cry out, arms trying to reach for him but failing. You’re trying to tell him that you’re close, and the man doesn’t help the situation as he leans forward, your own legs pressing against yourself in a way that allows Heeseung even deeper into you, so much so that he feels a part of you now.

Locking your fingers in his against the coolness of your pillow, you release breathy moans and cries of his name as you come undone. You try to keep the words back, but your mind is so foggy that you forget what you’re really saying.

“Oh my god, Heeseung, I love you!,”

His breath is rough in your ear as he moans out, cum filling the condom as he confesses back the same words to you.

“I love you, wow-, I love you,” his body is warm against yours, and as you come down you can finally feel the cramping of your legs.

Sitting back on his knees, Heeseung slows his breathing as he removes the condom. Watching the way he moves the hair from his eyes makes you swoon.

God, are you fond of this Lee Heeseung.

But isn’t he so fond of you?

You sit up to encase your arms around his figure, and fall back into the sheets. It’s hot and humid and there’s the smell of sex that’s dancing around the room, but you don’t mind. You feel a closeness now that you’ve longed for for a long time.

You’re glad that it’s Heeseung with you now, in this moment as you feel as though every memory with him so far is passing you by, clear pictures in your mind.

It’s a funny thing, how our firsts with everyone are so treasured. Sure, it’s not your first time having sex, neither is it his, but it’s your first with one another. It’s calming, and reassuring, in a way, that the feelings you have aren’t one sided.

But how could they have been?

“Shall we take a shower?,” you mumble the question against the sheen of sweat on Heeseung’s shoulder.

He hums over the question for a little while, before he grins, “Can’t we just stay like this for now? Just a little bit longer, please,”

And he clutches you tighter, as though you would get up and leave - but you never would.

Instead, you stay there as requested, a content feeling rising through every beat of your heart.

And with every further consequential strum, you feel your eyes close, falling into a slumber in the warmth of your lover.

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#enhypen smut #heeseung smut #lee heeseung smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen fluff #enhypen heeseung smut

[dr3amofagame]

do you have any,,,post prison mute dream stuff??? or like, severely quiet, silent and obedient dream shtuff?? and the consequences thereof??? bc im reading your drabbles and i am in literal awe

aww, thank you so much !! yeah selectively mute dream post prison is absolutely a hc i love and write smtimes - it’s already been suggested in canon, and it’s super fun to play w/ in post-canon works. here’s some fluffy syndicate!dream bc gosh knows we need it after the angst that we’ve been getting 

tw: implied torture, panic attacks, trauma - all v short mentions. this one’s definitely on the lighter side! :D

“I didn’t know you knew sign.”

Dream startles, arms flying to cover his face, and the crow he had been signing at squawks angrily when it turns towards Phil. He ignores its chatter, smoothing his own flinch behind a smile, lowering his wings, bringing his hands, palms up, in front of him at his waist - this song and dance has become all too familiar in the weeks that Dream’s resided with the Syndicate, and Phil is nothing if not patient.

Slowly, the boy uncurls from where he’d huddled into himself, arms clasped firmly around his ribs like someone will try and take them from him if he doesn’t hold on tight enough (and maybe, Phil thinks, imagining the messy lattice of scars underneath Dream’s loose-fitting hoodie that he has only seen a few times since they brought him over, someone has - but those are thoughts that are better left untouched for as long as he can manage it.) Dream’s eyes raise, flick over his face, his breathing quieting down from the discordant rattle it had been, and tentatively, ever slowly, he raises his good hand in a loose fist, letting it bob up and down. Yes.

Phil settles into the armchair across from him, raising his own hands. His fingers feel clumsy, but the memories come back with more ease than he would’ve expected - I know a little. Dream’s eyes don’t quite brighten, but his shoulders fall down from where they’d been hunched up to his ears, the hand he keeps tucked to his chest trembling slightly less, and it’s as much as a win as he’s ever going to get.

The silence stretches, familiar in its awkwardness, and Phil stifles a grimace as he forces long-forgotten memories to the surface. Dream’s hands, from what little he had seen from the doorway, had practically flown as he spoke to the crow still sitting by his right side - obviously practiced even with the still-healing injuries tracing over both arms. How did you learn?

We- He hesitates, left hand trembling violently, before pushing on, we all learned with- he signs a C, then lifts his hands to his head in a sign that Phil vaguely remembers as being the one for deer. Dream must see the questions written in his expression, because his cheeks flush as he backtracks. C-A-L-L-A-H-A-N, he finger spells, and Phil nods. That makes sense.

Some of the crows in the house must have noticed Phil’s arrival, because they storm into the room from the doorway, awkwardly hopping across the door with their wings waving by their sides as they eagerly voice their displeasure at the lack of attention. He’s not in the mood to pick out the words between their angry caws, so he simply watches as they scatter all over the room. Something almost like a smile tugs at Dream’s face as he watches them enter - the kid has grown inexplicably fond of both his flock and all of the assorted animals that Techno drags back into the house whenever he goes out, and Phil has long since resigned himself to being outnumbered one hundred to one by a literal army of mobs wherever he goes. Some of the crows had been pretty wary of Dream at the beginning, but after a few weeks more or less the entire flock has become viciously protective of the kid, sufficiently won over by gifts of head scratches and berries and various shiny things. Sure enough, the birds form a dark, squawking circle at Dream’s feet, a few flying up to tug impatiently at his clothes, and despite the (very obvious) favoritism, Phil smiles; the flock is good for Dream, as annoying as they can be.

DADZA, one calls, its lone cry soon echoed by the entire group of fluttering feathers gathered on the floor, DADZA AND DREAM DADZA DADZA. Phil laughs, a familiar warmth and exasperation filling his lungs, and he turns his attention back to Dream.

You up to some more? He tries; it’s a chance, for sure, and he brushes away the creeping anxiety crawling up his neck; he doesn’t want to make Dream panic, hopes that he’s doing the right thing. I could always use the practice.

Quiet, once again, only broken by the murmurs of his birds eagerly awaiting Dream’s answer as the boy rocks side to side in deliberation, and Phil is halfway through working out a frantic you don’t have to if you don’t want to when Dream raises his own hands.

Sure, he signs, a forced smile on his face but eyes still clear and bright, why not?

Somehow, they end up in a bastardized version of twenty questions, surrounded by birds that do not hesitate at any chance to voice their own opinions. They work through favorite colors (green), favorite flowers (roses for Dream, peonies for Phil), favorite mob (Phil answers this with a pointed definitely-not-crows, staring at the flock who have been shouting over themselves naming different colors for about five minutes, which immediately makes them devolve into screaming caws and divebombs at the edges of Phil’s cape that leave him thoroughly occupied for the next ten minutes), and at some point Phil falls further into the cushions of his chair and Dream’s legs lay against the sofa instead of being drawn up to his chest and it’s almost normal.

By the time Techno finds them, they’ve forgone structure all together, Dream watching intently as Phil signs out an embellished tale of one of the Antarctic Empire’s exploits with a crow held gently in his hands. Techno’s voice behind him startles him bad enough to send his wings snapping outwards, feathers standing on end, but Dream doesn’t react much beyond a twitch of his lips - he must’ve seen the piglin hybrid and tag-teamed to prank him, Phil realizes with a half-hearted grumble. Techno’s eyes sparkle mischievously, definitely planned, then.

“Hi Phil, Dream,” Techno shrugs off his cloak and drapes it over the back of Phil’s chair, “Looks like you’ve been busy. Can’t say I’m not feelin’ a bit left out, though; Phil, you never told me you knew sign language.”

“You never asked, mate,” he quips, even as Dream signs animatedly from the corner of his eye. T-E-C-H-N-O-L-O-S-T.

Techno narrows his eyes. “I get the feelin’ that you’re messin’ with me, nerd.” Dream blinks faux innocently, smiling wider, and Phil picks up on the bit. Oh, this is fun.

He can’t understand us, he assures Dream, feeling a wicked smirk of his own growing on his face. So what do you think for dinner?

“Phil- the betrayal!” Techno splutters, voice going high and pitchy, and that reaction alone would’ve made the prank more than worth it - but Dream’s shoulders shake, eyes glittering as his fingers fly almost too fast for Phil to catch, and oh, that’s laughter, tiny, breathless giggles falling from his lips, and Techno must catch it even as he begins to berate the voices in his head, “This is not a bruh moment, Chat, don’t you start-”

Stew? Dream signs, still snickering, and he looks happy, more than Phil has ever seen him, the sight of him smiling and bright-eyed with amusement almost enough to cover for the gaunt quality of his face, the pale scars left all over his skin.

Of course, mate, Phil signs back, throwing in a do you think T-E-C-H-N-O ended up lost in those same woods again for good measure, rewarded when it sends Dream into another round of giggles. Techno grumbles without any real heat behind it, plopping himself down in the remaining chair.

“Ok, nah, no more of this exclusive club; you guys are teachin’ me this tonight before Chat loses it - yes that was an insult, don’t you start it with the E’s,” and Phil laughs, hard, the flock cawing and beginning to spam E on their own, for some reason, and Dream signing through the alphabet with the biggest grin on his face, and-

“Oh, Prime, this is going to so scuffed,” Phil says, breathless, his warning unheeded as Techno finishes his rant at Chat to focus on Dream.

And it is scuffed - it is so fucking scuffed, between Phil’s lackluster memory and Techno’s frequent interrupting to quiet down an extremely rowdy Chat and the incessant calls of the flock further egging them on, but it’s warm and Dream doesn’t stop smiling and Techno looks more relaxed than he has in weeks and the helpless, singing urge of protect protect protect that has lived in Phil’s head ever since Techno had carried Dream, beaten and bloodied and broken, through their front door finally, finally, begins to quiet down.

He tunes back into the impromptu lesson - they’ve finished the alphabet, seemingly having moved onto common words and objects, and Dream- hesitates, raises his hand, all five fingers drawn together, to the corner of his mouth and then pulls it back. Home, he signs, moving to fingerspelling, H-O-M-E. Home.

For a moment, they’re all quiet, Dream’s hand still raised by his face, even the crows falling silent as they all stare at each other. Phil watches, breath caught in his throat, as the planes of Techno’s face soften, the teasing edge of his voice, for once, leaving. “Yeah, nerd. You’re home.”

Home, Dream signs again, then again, looking up, eyes bright, hopeful. Phil thinks, proudly, that it looks like a new beginning. I’m home.

#tw torture #tw trauma #tw panic attack #syndicate!dream #my beloved #queue <3 #q stream aftermath #long post #my writing :D #my asks !!

[wasabito]

➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

♥️

Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”

#bokuaka x reader #bokuto x reader #koutarou bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #keiji akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu smut

[killerbananas]

DEAR MISS T3RRORXSTA KB JONES,

Please Kink Rate:…

- Shibari/Rope Play

- Begging/pleading when switched as bottom which is contradictory to their public persona

- Orgasm Denial

TENK YOUUUUUUU 💗💗💗💗💗❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘😘😘

🔞 mdni | masterlist | ask prompt | blurb, HCs below the cut for Erwin, Zeke, Connie, Porco, Bertholdt, Levi; memery

Warnings: smut; Dom/sub dynamics, ropes, orgasm control, manipulative behavior, MM interactions, sadomasochism, nipple torture (v. light), brat taming, ?? lmk

YOOO your meme game always comes on perfect like fkn I loved tyra banks in life size. That was the shit and this gif got me giggling hard. You talk so sweet to me please accept the following nonsense:

💗 Orgasm Denial

Rating: Rather not; personally, it automatically makes me madddd. Like excuse you? Nah, I'm coming idc what you think. You're crazy. Really good for a total brat trigger though.

Zeke, Erwin, Connie (he thinks he's funny 🙄)

HC: Zeke always knows your most tender spots to prod and he will go for them when advantageous.

💗 Shibari/Rope Play

Rating: Yes | FUCK yes; in theory, but in practice I have a panic reflex for bindings unless I'm Serene levels comfortable.

Porco, Zeke, Bertholdt

HC: Porco has a rope collection, including Literature on the topic professionally. Everyone knows about it and actually some get him gifts for it. He likes Bertholdt as a beautifully long-limbed subject to tie.

💗 Begging/pleading when switched as bottom which is contradictory to their public persona

Rating: please you're amazing and I love reading this

Levi, Erwin, Porco

HC: All three of these motherfuckers secretly adore it when you finally break them down because they're begging for it underneath that tough exterior but fuck they need a true equal to actually be brought to this level. Expect resistance that will reward you graciously when you finally conquer their outer walls (hehe AOT pun complimentary babe lmao)

✨ blurb:

He winds the ropes tighter, friction kissing your nipples and begging your chin to bump his broad chest. As your teeth sink into your lower lip to stifle the moan, you're blindsided by the ache nurturing itself from your lustswollen apex, legs spread and untouched. Staring into his eyes, a searing smirk of achievement muddies the solace you usually seek, coloring your mood indignantly sour, even in your blantantly obvious need. How dare he think he's won that easily. His smirk noticably diminishes as you disrespectfully jut your chin away from him, but he buries the emotion behind your audible reaction to flicking your pert nipple.

"What's cooking in that little bratty head of yours, huh? I thought we were making progress."

🥰🥰🥰💋 thank you for gracing my asks with your beautiful brain

Edit: adding my taglist since this is kind of an extra post. Enjoy! (No pressure to interact ofc) 💗

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#aot #attack on titan #thirsting with kbee #frolicking with kbee #Erwin #Zeke #Connie #Porco #Bertholdt #Levi

[colossal-fallout]

AoT Valentines Day H/C’s

 Head canons of how the following Characters would spend V day with their s/o.

Warnings; NSFW. 18+ only. Smut & Fluff. 

Fem!Reader x Various Characters.

You have been warned...

Eren Yeager: 

- You’d better buckle up and brace yourself, because this dark horse will absolutely astonish you with his valentine plans. 

- He may act nonchalant about the whole affair, both before the event and during, possibly throwing you off guard and believing he isn’t actually going to do much, if anything at all. 

- Oh, how wrong you are.

- So... so wrong.

- Expect a hell of a lot of affection. I can see his moody/brooding eyes glancing at onlookers as he wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck sensually; not giving a single f*ck who was watching. Today is about you, and you alone. If anyone had a problem with that, then they’d have to speak to him.

 Not that they’d have the balls to...

- He will shower you with gifts. 

Red roses, jewellery, soft toys, sex toys, lingerie... 

Even if being spoiled with material things isn’t your thing, he will still do it. You deserve to feel like the queen he sees you as and today you will accept his love, no matter what. 

- Back to that, ‘ not giving a f who was watching ‘ situation, he silently gloats as its the perfect excuse to boldly show others that you are his and no one should come near you with romantic intentions. 

- He’ll definitely wine and dine you. The fanciest restaurant in town, your favourite food, music... the whole SHABANG. 

 Because of how busy he is, he doesn’t get to do this with you as much as he’d like so he makes the most of it.

- Then prepare your poor, unsuspecting booty. Because you will be SHOOK.

-  He will spend hours warming you up. Kissing and nipping every inch of your skin, edging his way slowly to your core. Sighing and gasping at your beauty the whole time; praising you. His warm breath blanketing your skin.

By the time he gets there, you’re so fired up you can hardly take it. 

- But, unfortunately he’s nowhere near done. He’ll run his tongue up you so 

s l o w l y. He’ll over stimulate you, tease you and whisper the dirtiest things into you as he begins to include his fingers. 

- He won’t even consider sliding inside of you until you’ve came at least three or four times. 

- When he eventually does, he’s so turned on by the time he enters himself into you, he just sort of rolls you both up in a close ball, putting your legs up and wrapping his arms around you tightly, his head against yours and panting. 

- “I love you, y/n...” 

- After the biggest orgasm of his life, he’ll whisk you away to the shower before laying you back down into bed, head on his chest and telling you how much you mean to him. 

Levi Ackerman; 

- Levi isn’t a fan of PDA since he’s not only a stoic person, but a Captain held in high regard and wants to keep things professional around others. 

But in certain situations (like valentines day) he’ll pat your head and brush your hair out of your eyes in front of his comrades. (Hair touching is Levi’s love language.)

- But once you’re in private, ooooh boy.

- Levi would make you your favourite food. He would consider taking you out but depending on his mood; he can’t really be dealing with people coming up and bothering him while trying to spend quality time with you.

 “Ah, Levi. I didn’t think you ate here! Did you get my report on the --” 

 “Hange. Fuck off.” 

- Red Roses. Lots of them. I can also see him buying you a new cloak. He doesn’t want you to be cold, and that old one is starting to smell...

- He would sit with his arm around the back of the chair you’re sitting in resting on the back lazily, with one leg sticking out. 

You’re not on duty. This is the strongest yet most subtle way of letting others know; you. are. his.

- Sex with Levi would always be amazing, regardless of the day. But on special occasions, he treats you to a fantastic body massage before he starts getting heated.

Oils. Candles. He’ll even slowly (and gladly) bathe you. 

- Expect the usual; taking his time with you, showing off his strength by eating you out against the wall, your legs over his shoulders, regardless of height difference. 

- He’ll have you all over the room. 

- The only difference is, today he peppers the dirty talk with some sweet nothings.

“I love making you squirm... you’re so beautiful.”

“Fuck, you feel so good around me.  ...I love you, y/n.” 

Porco Galliard; 

(Side note; Porco isn’t my favourite since my best boy is Reiner, and I wanted to headbutt him when I saw the scene of him beating Reiner when they were young lol. I’ll try!) 

- Porco is a cocky little sh-

Porco is a pretty confident guy, so on Valentines day, expect a decent amount of PDA. Snaking his arms around your hips from behind and kissing the crook of your neck.

- Beneath his... ego, does lie someone who really cares deeply for his friends and family. So expect to be spoiled.

A lot. 

- “Anything you want, baby.” 

- He’d prefer to take you somewhere more quiet for food, a cosy corner in a gusto bar or maybe eating alfresco at a lesser known restaurant. 

- He’ll parade you around town, his arm draped across your shoulder, showing you off with a proud smirk tugging the corners of his mouth. 

- I can see him being a dirty dark horse in the bedroom. 

- He loves eating you out. Controlling when you cum, and making sure he is the only one who can make you feel this good at his mercy.

- His head expands several sizes when you beg for him or whimper his name. 

 “That’s right, beautiful. Who is making you feel so good, huh?” 

- Dirty talk. A lot of it. And if you like it, he would defiantly be into degrading you. 

“You take my cock like a good little whore.” 

- Aftercare, I can see him being pretty clingy. He’d love to spoon you and have you close, running his fingers through your hair and grazing his fingers down your arm. 

Armin Arlert; 

- Armin is such a thoughtful person, he had this day planned for weeks.

- He’ll take into consideration your most favourite things to do. 

Like the outdoors? Picnic.

Like to read? You betcha he’s taking you to the bookstore and buying you any you want.

- Expect him to lead you to a warm private area he's covered in candles and flower petals.

- He'll massage you from your feet, right up to your head. All while talking softly to you, telling you how he's felt since you met and how much you mean to him now.

- He will never take you for granted and will tell you this while he's working your thighs with his oiled hands.

- He will hesitate once he's reached your hips but will restrain himself until he's finished rubbing knots out of your entire body.

- "Let me show you how much you mean to me..." As he slowly lowers his head between your legs without once tearing his ocean blues from your eyes.

- Armin will carefully and meticulously work you, he's memorised all of your sensitive spots and how you like things done. He is amazing with his fingers.

- He'll relish your taste; passion and lust transforming this usually shy person into a hungry beast. He'll lick your wetness off his fingers before gently lifting you up, and sitting you down on his cock.

- Expect a lot of praise while you ride him. He loves telling you how beautiful you are.

- Once you're finished, he'll happily hold you while you quiver from aftershocks, kissing your head and playing with your hair.

- "That was amazing, y/n. I love you. So much."

Reiner Braun;

- Once Reiner loves, he loves so deeply.

- So you betcha he has a plan up his sleeve to show you how much you mean to him. Although it probably stressed him to hell thinking of something good enough.

- If something went wrong or didn't go to plan, he would freak out slightly.

- Reiner would do anything to show you how special you are. If you were a bit of a thrill seeker and/or were passionate about Titans like Hange, I could see him transforming somewhere to carry you around on his shoulder or in his hand. Obviously somewhere he couldn't be seen easily and be reported.

- This perfect man would, like Armin, make it an all day thing. Picnic, a romantic walk, dinner and even stargazing. He loves spending time with you and it's hard to find the time usually.

- Much like Levi, sex with Reiner is always mind-blowing.

- He loves taking his time to please you. He won't ever finish until you've been satisfied more than once.

- He would be the opposite of Levi with the nasty speak. With Reiner, it would be sweet something's sprinkled with dirty talk.

"You're perfect. I love you, y/n. You ride my cock so good."

- No matter how long you have been together, he still counts his lucky stars you're his and would do anything to protect you and keep it that way. This certainly comes out in how good he fucks you.

- All in all, I don't think Reiner would treat you any differently to how he always does. He shows his appreciation for you every damn day.

- This bear of a man loves to cuddle so once you're finished making passionate love, hell spoon you, hold you as close to him as possible and just thank whatever god's there may be that he has you in his difficult life.

Zeke Yeager;

- Zeke. I don't know why, but whenever I think of Zeke and how he'd be like in bed I get a little scared lol

- Zeke is pure FILTH. ...But we'll get to that...

- For valentine's Day, Zeke would craft you something. A handmade bangle or some form of jewelry. Maybe a necklace from a precious gem he crushed himself

- Poetry. I can totally see him writing you a sweet poem and leaving it somewhere he'll know you'll come across.

- Monke man keeps his feelings and thoughts pretty close to his chest so PDA would not be his thing. He instead would cherish you in a more private setting.

- He will spoil you with the finest foods and wine. Spinal fluid free, of course.

- In bed, Zeke is a freak. Extremely dominating, he takes out his stresses and frustrations out on you in the bedroom.

- Teasing, degrading, over stimulating and he loves doing you up the arse. Biting, markings even yelling like some wild animal as you brush his tip against your tonsils.

- He'll happily sit you on his face and just let you ride it until your hearts content, his fingers roughly digging into your flesh as you quiver above him.

- Zeke likes to fill you up as much as possible so expect sex toys in each of your openings while he forcefully fucks your throat.

- He might even be into pain play if you'll allow him to partake.

- So after Valentine's Day, definitely expect to spend the next day walking like you've been riding your horse on an extremely long expodition.

Pieck; "y/n? Are you okay? You're walking like I do... Have you hurt yourself?"

Jean Kirstein;

- Poor Jean has the best intentions and really wants to make the day special for you. But he's just so clueless at this sort of thing and would probably mess stuff up due to nerves and second guessing himself.

- He'll write you a love letter or poem, but scattered around him are paper balls and torn ideas as he tries to make it perfect.

- He'll take too much on at once. He'll forget he had something cooking while he's setting up something else and it'll burn, resulting in a comical fit of rage. So instead, he takes you out.

- Once you've calmed him.down and reassured him it was the thought that mattered, he calms down and you both have a lovely time.

- He'll take you for a nice walk after food and he proudly shows you off on his arm the entire time.

- Jean in bed is extremely thoughtful. He likes to take his time and be gentle, worshipping you like the goddess you are.

- He won't ever let himself finish until he knows you've had your fill and then some.

- When you ride him, he blushes slightly and watches your movements in awe, totally unbelieving that he's inside of this beautiful woman.

- Aftercare with Jean is one of the best. He'll leasuirely massage you while you lie on him, pillow talking deep into the night as he tells you how amazing you are.

I enjoyed writing these. I'll write more if I get any interest ☺️ Happy Valentine's!

#snk fandom #snk #snk season 4 #snk headcanons #attack on titan #reiner braun #jean kirstein #levi ackerman #valentines day #eren yeager #eren yaegar #armin arlert #zeke yeager #porco imagines #porco galliard #aot porco #imagines #snk imagines

[xseaxwitchxkpop]

NSFW Alphabet: Sub!Sannie Edition

A/N: I've seen a lot of dom!ateez edition for this but not really much sub!ateez, so y'all know I had to do it lol. As always, take this with a grain of salt as I do not know the ateezers irl

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Doesn't matter if y'all had rough and kinky sex or sweet and soft sex, this boy will always be blissed out when y'all are done. He needs all the sweet kisses on his cheeks, his neck freckles, knuckle kisses, and cuddles. Whisper praise to him and feed and hydrate him...and give him a bath if it was a particularly rough session complete with washing his hair.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's most proud of abs because not only would he be able to see (and feel) a tummy bulge with ur larger strap on/large dick, he also knows it earns him praise from you because of how hard he works for them. On you, he can't choose his favorite: he'd sway between your lips and the way they make him shudder, your fingers and the way they dig into his hips, and your legs that he could hold onto in missionary, whether thicc or skinny.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He definitely loves to eat cum, both yours and his, but especially his when it's paired with degradation. He also loves the feeling of you cumming in his ass and it never fails to send him over the edge and wiped out so quickly...he will beg for this. If you have a pussy, make him eat you out after he came inside, it's one of his favorite things.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's really private with intimacy and prefers not to show off...however, at least once, he would love nothing more than for you to take him in front of a camera and treat him as nothing more than a useless plaything for your pleasure, showing everyone that you own him and then gift the tape to his members...perhaps to lead them to a whole ass orgy where he gets absolutely destroyed by everyone on your command.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Contrary to popular belief, he's not as experienced as we might be inclined to believed. He's probably only had a couple of partners because he fell in love way too fast and might have messed around with a couple of members, but overall he's only kind of experienced. He knows what he's doing as a baseline, but it's also different for different people, so he quickly learns YOUR body and its responses.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Honestly depends on his mood: if he wants it fast, rough, and completely fucked out it's doggy style hands-down; if he wants it slow and sensual, good old missionary with his legs laid over your thighs so he can squeeze them when the bedsheets aren't enough.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Most of the time, he likes to be more serious with sex because he views this type of intimacy as people sharing each other and putting utmost trust in each other but every once in a while he'll want soft, giggly sex where you two simply exist in a moment and in each other without the filth of kinky rough sex.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I'm more than positive all of them, at the bare minimum, trim their pubes for logistical reasons but I think San probably just full on shaves down there as a matter of principle: if he likes you to be clean shaven down under, he'll put in the same effort for you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

As I've said, he's a very intimate person, so he treasures every single moment every time you two have sex. No matter how far deep into sub space he gets or how severe his punishments, his heart will always fill up with joy and happiness whenever you two get intimate. He's also very possessive and he feels 1000x moreso when sex is involved which is why his orgy fantasy will be nothing but a fantasy for quite a while.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't masturbate too often because the relief of the release is not satisfactory and he only really does it when it becomes an annoyance or interference in his daily routines. BUT. When he's on tour and finds himself on the rare occasion that he is aching for your touch, he'll take a pair of your used panties he snuck into his baggage and jack off in the shower to the thought and smell of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

This kinky mf will try most everything once. Some of his kinks include but are not limited to breeding (you breeding him and him breeding you, depending on if he's a service top in the moment), restraints (i.e., shibari, handcuffs), sensory deprivation (i.e., blindfolds), tummy bulge (in him), hair pulling, choking, cum eating, mommy/noona/hyung/daddy/master/mistress/etc., dollification, edging, pegging/anal play, biting, nipple play, and cock rings.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He prefers the bed above all else because it resembles a little nest of blankets, pillows, and plushies which makes him feel the safest in whatever the mood y'all have goin on. He is not, however, opposed to being railed on the countertop.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Hmmmm I think a better question is what doesn't turn him on. He's definitely a kinky fucker and a sex fiend, but among his top turn ons are ass groping, lip biting, hair tugging, and gentle pats on his lower back, especially if you're doing it to guide him somewhere. Also the Voice (tm), especially in public!

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Deliberately ignoring him, even if it is out of playfulness and teasing on your end. I don't peg him as an attention whore by any means, but he is very sensitive to being included/excluded and the like, so this would only genuinely hurt him, especially if you decide to drag it out for longer than a couple of minutes.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This man LIVES for eating you out and/or sucking you off, whether that's a strap on or actual dick. It gets him going so much so please let him just go down you at any time, any day, nearly any where. He doesn't like receiving much because he doesn't get too much pleasure -- he doesn't make him feel subby at all and that's not something he particularly likes but if you really want to, he'll let you go down on him every once in a blue moon.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

As emphasized previously, it very much depends on his mood, but he'll typically want fast and rough on his more stressful days and slow and sensual on his more "down" days when he needs to be reminded that he is loved for more than just his body, that he is more than just his body. The soft and giggly sex he'd want when he's in a very happy mood and just wants to share that warmth with you, the sweet thing.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He's not really that into quickies, but if you want one or two, he's not gonna put up a fight lol.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Again, he'll do nearly everything once, so yes, experimentation/risk is the name of his game.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

During fast and rough intercourse, he could probably go three rounds with overstimulation but during slow and sensual intercourse, he could do a strong single round or a questionable two rounds because the slow and sensual one tends to be more emotionally exhausting than fast and rough for him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Ofc the sweetheart owns toys! Miss Size Queen has his own dildos, vibrators, anal beads, handcuffs, and nipple clamps. Most of these things he uses on himself and his partner uses on him, but every once in a while the partner will use one or two things on themselves to tease and punish the poor boy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If he's being a brat, he will tease you to no end until you have his ass and remind him to behave. Most of the time, though, it's his partner that's teasing him and he might try to tease you back out of revenge. Keyword: try.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

San is loud as hell in bed and there is no convincing me otherwise. He will let out the most sinful moans, cutest little whimpers, and high pitched whines so muffle his mouth with your used panties/underwear or stuff his mouth with your fingers to decrease his volume. The only time he's not being loud is when he's so completely fucked out that all he can do is whimper, drool endlessly for your strap on/dick, and roll his eyes in the back of his head.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves it when you make him cry from fucking him so good. The first time he cried from fucking was when you two tried out mirror sex and you forced him to look himself in the eye in the mirror and he was absolutely gone. This kind of fucking, however, leaves him kind of sore in the ass for the next couple of days so y'all rarely do it when he's working on promotions and a comeback so when y'all can do it...well, he won't be walking for a while.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's a little longer than average, but not by much; he also has average girth. This doesn't bother you, though, as you're the one fucking him most of the time and he knows how to use his dick, anyway, so it hasn't caused any problems between the two of you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He has a pretty high sex drive, so when you're not in the mood and he is, you indulge him in guided masturbation either with his hand or via plushie fucking. You'll also let him ride your thigh if you can handle that or give him a quick handy. However if you both have the same high sex drive, y'all gonna have a lot of sex at many times during the day.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He tends to fall asleep pretty quickly, passing out within like 20 minutes of y'all finishing. If, though, it was soft and giggly sex, he wouldn't fall asleep at all, he'd just snuggle into you and talk about cute things he saw that day or scroll through social media for cats or some cute shit because he's not really tired, just very warm and very content...dare I say, like a cat in the sun.

#ateez #sub!ateez #dom!reader #san #ateez headcanons #ateez imagine #my works #lemon hours #sub!ateez alphabet #sub!san #sub!idol #sub!kpop

[glowingbadger]

May I request a Dedue with a quiet (and observant) s/o who has little to no confidence with themselves? Whatever you're in the mood to write is fine with me! ~🌺

Dedue! What a sweetie <3 And definitely the only Blue Lion I haven't written about here yet, so let's change that~

Dedue (FE3H) x GN Reader Headcanons

SFW (not sfw below the cut)

- Dedue's love language is both a blessing and a curse for our lovely shy Reader. On the one hand, it's a relief that he's not going to smother you with half-sincere praise or extravagant gifts; but on the other, as his feelings for you deepen, he instead just wants to be around you more often, keep an eye on you and quietly ensure your safety and comfort. It can be easy to read this as him "just being friendly," so there will be a loooong phase of mutual pining- him just floundering to come up with a way to be more forthcoming with you, and you assuming at every turn that there's no way someone as put-together, serious, and not to mention handsome has fallen for you.

- One gesture that may finally make it through to you is that he makes a habit of cutting one bloom of your favorite flower from the greenhouse and gifting it to you, always remembering to bring you a fresh one when the last begins to wilt. Finally. once he'd decided that he can't risk allowing his true feelings to go unsaid, he brings you to the gardens and presents you with a full bouquet of those same flowers- "I am not skilled with words, but I have realized I would come to regret it if you never heard the truth of my feelings. That truth is that each time I've gifted you this flower, it was to say that I have fallen in love with you."

- He's insistent of course that he doesn't expect you to return his affections, and that he believes it would only cause you undue stress and persecution to be with someone of his background- and when you tell him that you do in fact return his feelings, that you'd hoped to be with him for some time, it takes a long while and a lot of reassurance for him to believe that you're truly willing to accept certain risks to be together. When all is said and done, and you're both a quietly flustered mess, grappling with excitement and joy and relief and a little anxiety, it all feels so overwhelming and too good to be true.

- After this, your relationship is a wonderfully sweet and supportive one. He's a quiet and sometimes insecure type himself, so he very much empathizes with your feelings, and does all that he can to reassure you of the depth and strength of his affections. Spending time with him is endlessly soothing and reassuring, whether you're helping him with chores in the greenhouse, or maybe he's teaching you a few things in the kitchen, or perhaps the two of you are simply lying in bed together with a book. Now and then you catch him watching you with a hint of a smile that shows more in his eyes than on his lips, and he'll frequently run a hand along your back or kiss your hair without a word, just to assure you that he's there and he adores you.

NSFW 18+ v

- Dedue is such a wonderfully sweet and gentle lover. He's not terribly experienced (before you, he'd assumed he would only ever marry if it were of political benefit to King Dimitri), but he generally knows what he's doing, and he's so attentive and focused that he'll easily pick up on all the wonderful little nuances of your pleasure. And you just know that he's generous in bed- a man so accustomed to happily serving others is absolutely going to bury himself between your thighs until you've cum all over his face, and make sure you're dazed with blissful pleasure before he even thinks about entering you.

- Regardless of your body type, it's likely you're still quite a bit smaller than he is overall, and he secretly loves that. It's hard to convince him that you want to focus on his satisfaction, as he's giving to a fault- but the moment he first sees you down between his knees, struggling to manage the size of his cock in your pretty little mouth, it wakes something in him that he'd never known before. He adores knowing that he's so much bigger than you, that he can hold and protect you, and he cherishes and admires everything soft about you.

- While he can't bring himself to engage in dirty talk or much vocalizing at all in bed, the way he gazes at you like you're the last beautiful thing on this earth makes his admiration entirely clear. He never wants to give you any reason to doubt his attraction to you, but rather than say it, he instead commits himself entirely to your comfort and satisfaction.

- His pace is generally slow but deep- something he feels somewhat obligated to focus on, given you'll need time to adjust to the impressive size of his cock. While not as much of an outward mother-hen like some of our guys, he's quietly vigilant about your reactions, and will immediately steady himself if it seems as though he's hurting you (no matter how absolutely adorable you look, faced flushed and with your body full of his thick member). Dedue is also definitely the type to tell you when he's close to cumming so you have the opportunity to tell him where you want it.

- It's not uncommon for things to get a little heated in the kitchen between you two. It's such a comforting but intimate activity that puts you both at ease- here, it's just you and him, working towards a low-stakes goal together and trading light conversation. But eventually, one or both of you simply can't resist how sweet and endearing the other is at times like this. Perhaps Dedue notices a drop of the sauce you just taste-tested clinging to your lip and leans close to kiss it away. Or perhaps you're daring enough to lick a stray bit of cream from the tip of his finger (which of course sets his heart pounding). Either way, if you're open to it, he'll gladly lift you against a wall or even onto an available counter and slowly push his length into you. Admittedly, it's hard to think of a better use of the time waiting for dough to rise than getting fucked nice and deep and steady by your strong, adoring lover.

#dedue molinaro #dedue x reader #fire emblem x reader #fe3h #fire emblem #fire emblem smut #fire emblem three houses #x reader #fire emblem imagines #not sfw headcanons #spicy headcanons #dedue headcanons

[yespolkadotkitty]

I read your Holder/Heller fic and it was insanely hot and might you bless us with some festive Holder smut?

Thank you, anon! Well, I'm in a Holder mood so why not.

Pairing: Stephen Holder x female reader ~ Words: 750 ~ Warnings: P in V sex, other than that just Christmas fluff, tenderness.

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"Well, what'cha think?" Stephen spreads his arms out so you can admire, hands down, the ugliest Christmas sweater you have ever seen. The reindeer's nose is off centre and is more orange than red, and the word Christmas is mis-spelled.

"I think...." You bite your lip.

"It was a gift from Reddick," he chuckles. "Joke's on him. I always look good."

"Well, yes, but, in this case... I think the sweater would look much better on the floor."

Stephen smiles, his eyes dancing with mischief. The lights from the Christmas tree behind him pick out the dark gold in his blond hair. "That right?"

"Oh, yeah." You tug the bottom of the sweater and pull upwards. Stephen is taller than you, but he helps you along, laughing as you free him from the festive monstrosity and toss it to the floor. "It looks so much better off. God, I love seeing you in just this."

He's left standing in a white vest that brackets the edges of his serenity tattoo and you lean in and kiss his skin above the neck of the garment, and he sighs, but it's a good, happy sigh, and his arms come around you tightly.

"You do?"

"I really do."

"How'd I get so lucky, huh?" He murmurs into your hair. "Why'd you pick some loser from the streets to be your man, girl? You could have anyone, for real."

"I don't want anyone." You tug him down for a kiss, and then lead him over the couch. The room is mostly dark, save a single lamp and the twinkle of the Christmas tree lights. "I love you. Ugly sweaters and all."

Relief skips over Stephen's face, and he draws you close, breathing you in. You climb into his lap and wind your arms around his neck, peppering kisses all over his face. They start off sweet and chaste, but he quickly captures your mouth and the kiss turns hungry, and hot. You grasp at the hem of Stephen's vest and tug it up and over his head, toss it aside, smooth your hands greedily over the expanse of his chest. He's leanly muscled, perfect in every way, but best of all, he's yours.

"Now you got me naked, what'cha gonna do about it?" Stephen asks huskily.

"Half naked, and I'm working on it." You fuse your mouth to his again, tasting him, cigarettes and sugary coffee, and pop open the snap of his jeans. He's rock-hard beneath the straining fabric of his boxers and you tease him free of the opening. "Now all the parts I need are naked."

"Oh, snap, she's funny," Stephen teases, but the last syllable comes out in a hiss as you palm him eagerly, hiking aside your underwear and straddling him. His breath comes out staccato now as you brush over him, letting him feel how wet you are. "Oh hell, baby," he groans as you slowly sink down on to him." His broad hands steady your hips, urging you into a rhythm as he bucks up into you, leaning his head back on the couch, his eyes half-closed, muscles in his jaw tight. "Fuck, fuck-"

You grab one of his hands and guide him to the apex of your body, and he catches on, circling your swollen clit with skill borne of many orgasms together, and you cry out his name as you come.

"Oh, baby girl, can't wait, fuck-" and then he's spilling inside you, his whole body tensing and then going lax with pleasure. Little aftershocks rock you both as you cuddle into him, listening to his heart pound under your ear.

You both watch the tree lights twinkle, content.

Stephen chuckles as he strokes your hair. "I'll be sure to thank Reddick for that ugly-ass sweater."

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Tagging: @loverhymeswith @a-reader-and-a-writer @skvatnavle

and people who might like this: @lacontroller1991 @thepoisonofgod @knittingqueen13 @ithinkwehitametaphor

#stephen holder #the killing #the killing au #the killing fic #stephen holder smut

[gwynrielsupremacist]

TWISTER PART 2

Read at AO3

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yeah, it's all smut, so if you don't like it, please don't read it and refrain from posting hurtful comments, thanks <3

Gwyn swallowed hard, noticing how the little alcohol she had drunk rose throughout her body, clouding her mind.

Was her crush… asking for a second round?

Obviously she knew the double meaning of that, but she couldn't even get the idea that Azriel wanted to have sex with her enter her head.

I mean, yeah, she knew she was kind of attractive, but he?

He was a fucking Greek god.

Emerie ended up going to Morrigan's house, according to her, because they had arranged to finish a project at Morrigan's Design College, although Gwyn guessed they weren't just going to do the design work. She had watched Emerie choosing a set of red lace underwear, one of Mor's favorite colors.

Insecurity entered her body when she remembered how boring the set of underwear she was wearing was.

Perhaps Azriel expected… something more seductive?

"Gwyn, he hasn't even seen you yet, don't freak out." She told herself, but it was of little use.

Right now she was cursing anyone who was listening to her mind for choosing such uninteresting underwear.

Cassian and Nesta went to his room, taking a bottle of tequila and another of vodka, smirking as they left the two alone in the living room.

They were alone.

Azriel and Gwyn were alone.

The crush that she had heavily flirted with less than 30 minutes ago.

She was going to pass out, she wasn't going to take much longer with that mood.

She had to do something, even if she later regretted it.

She couldn't die without having tasted the perfect lips of her instructor.

She looked at Azriel, her eyes slowly dropping from his face to his abs, being somewhat visible thanks to the white T-shirt he was wearing.

She felt waves of heat go down to her core when she saw the long bulge that squeezed the gray sweatpants.

Fuck, was that… thing going to fit inside her?

"Do you like what you see, Berdara?" He asked seductively, running a hand over his shirt, pressing it closer to his hot body.

She felt her mouth salivate the moment she saw the fucking show he had under that shirt.

Shows like this shouldn't not be hidden.

Obviously not.

Grinning lasciviously, she got up from the couch, her hips swaying as she walked over to where Azriel stood, gazing shamelessly over her body.

She knew that blouse easily showed much of her breasts, and she felt fucking good when his gaze fell on them, his eyes darkening with sexual desire to find everything she possessed underneath her clothes.

She stood in front of the boy who stood with his legs half open, looking at Gwyn with delight and sensuality.

He patted his shapely thighs while he looked at her, running his tongue across his lips, asking Gwyn to sit on them.

However, she had better plans.

She swung one leg up onto the couch, swinging so she wouldn't fall off there - it would be fucking embarrassing to fall in such a situation - and after feeling like she wasn't going to fall if she made that move, she flopped down on top of his crotch, both of them groaning as her core came into contact with his hardened member, furious for attention.

She suddenly lost track of time, there was nothing more important than the wonderful sensation of fullness in her pussy.

God, she hadn't even gotten into her, he was going to break her.

She linked her arms around his neck, caressing the fuzz located in the area.

Azriel grunted, laying his head on the back of the couch.

Gwyn purred in satisfaction when she saw that he left the surface of his throat and neck at her disposal.

She approached him, shyly kissing the area.

Her eyes rolled back as the perfume that had apparently been applied entered her nostrils.

Fuck, there was no way anyone could smell that fucking good.

She continued kissing, now with more effort when she saw that Azriel allowed himself to be done, sighing at the attention of her lips.

Smiling, she bit the base of his neck, licking it repeatedly, then nibbling it again.

Azriel's cock pulsed dangerously close to her clit, sending waves of pleasure all over her body.

She felt how the heat was settling in her stomach under her.

Fuck, was her orgasm building now?

The throbbing of her clit was fucking painful, she needed more friction.

She needed that man to give her the attention she deserved.

She began to sway slowly on his dick, slow and sensual movements, while she continued to pay attention to his neck, noticing how shivers ran down his body.

A lascivious smile decorated her lips painted with carmine, seeing how that man shuddered at her touch.

She began the movement of her hips again, combining it with small bounces on his lap, noticing that his erection pulsed and moved violently in his pants.

Azriel grabbed Gwyn's chin, forcing her to separate her lips from the surface of his neck.

"Do you like to see me like this?" He whispered, biting his lip as he gazed at the spot where their bodies nearly met. "You like to know that this fucking erection is for you, right?"

She couldn't think, she couldn't try to speak when that man talked dirty.

Fuck, she loved when men talked dirty.

It was so… exciting.

She nodded quickly, trying to restart the friction in both bodies, however Azriel's palm rested on her hip.

"Speak up, Berdara. You can use that wonderful little mouth you have to talk." He advised her, slapping her buttock hard.

She moaned loudly, dropping her head on his shoulder.

God, did he just... spank her?

He massaged the area, over the fabric that covered the skin, running his fingers over the sore area, then hitting it again.

"Yes! I love knowing that I am the one who provoke you that erection!" She screamed, burying her face into his neck as she waited for another spanking.

However, he stopped.

Gwyn pulled her face away from his neck, frowning as she expected more pounding.

Azriel held up a dark eyebrow, giving her a crooked smile as he rubbed her buttocks, patting them.

"Do you like to be spanked?" He whispered into her ear, gently hitting her on the backside.

"Y-Yes." She moaned as she felt Azriel's large hands on her body, touching her however he wanted.

He smiled seductively, but didn't comment on her fetish.

What he did was get up from the couch with a grunt, lifting Gwyn, who was quickly linking her heels on the small of his back, positioning herself well on his body.

She didn't want to fall, as well as she didn't want to part with that man.

Searching for his mouth, they stared until Gwyn decided it was enough.

She needed to get those lips, if only once in her life.

Therefore, she brought their lips together in an explosive way, their teeth and tongues colliding with each other, battling who entered deeper, who managed to dominate more part of the other's mouth.

Everything was so hot, she noticed how her nipples were eyeing the situation over her blouse.

They were a mass of mouths, teeth, bites, licks.

Gwyn didn't realize when they had started up the stairs, but the fact was that they had started up them.

She assumed they would go to Azriel's room, since Nesta and Cassian would be in their own room.

Anticipation boiled inside her body, moisture beginning to stain the thong she had put on.

Fuck, she needed that man so bad ...

She listened, as she felt Azriel biting hard on her lower lip, as a door opened, entering a room.

Separating to breathe some air, she analyzed where she was.

There was a fucking huge bed, where perfectly Gwyn could sleep with Emerie and Nesta and they wouldn't get to touch all night.

There were two bedside tables, with a table lamp and a white clock.

She couldn't watch much more, as Azriel pulled her gently into the center of the bed, bouncing slightly as she landed on it.

Azriel leaned back on top, careful not to put too much weight on Gwyn, as he kissed her wet, red lips effervescently, feeling the heat settle back on her belly, drowning out her moans as she groped Az's shirt, tucking her hands inside it.

Azriel pulled away, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes as Gwyn continued to stroke whatever skin she could, delighted at the wonderful feel of his abs.

Gwyn began to smile, doing a maneuver that Azriel himself had taught her, grabbing his arm that was near her head and turning it.

Suddenly, Gwyn was the one on top, Azriel smiling at how perfectly his student had made the key.

Gwyn's features lit up with happiness as she saw how her instructor was proud of her.

Azriel put a hand on Gwyn's neck, lowering her head to begin kissing again, more slowly this time, savoring the alcohol and chocolate taste of the dessert they had had less than 20 minutes ago.

The kiss was slow, enjoying the sensation of both mouths in sync as their tongues began a lascivious dance from their mouths.

Azriel ran her hands up Gwyn's torso, massaging her toned belly, then lowered it to her thighs, squeezing masterfully.

His hand was inserted into her inner thighs, so close to where she really wanted him but so far at the same time.

She knew her thong was completely drenched from her fluids.

She supposed she should be embarrassed to react that way to him, but please, it was Azriel they were talking about, nothing was enough with him.

Parting both lips, Gwyn grabbed the hem of Azriel's shirt, pulling it over his arms to remove it.

She gasped as she watched the spectacle the man had under his shirt.

A row of perfectly built abs, well-structured pecs, and a V that disappeared into the elastic of the pants.

It made Gwyn's mouth water to think how well Azriel would be gifted in some other intimate parts.

To try to find out, as they devoutly kissed again, Gwyn gently laid her whitish hand over his dark pecs, squeezing softly..

She continued to descend, tracing random figures on his skin.

She smiled into the kiss as shivers ran down the guy's spine, deepening the kiss as he tightened his grip on her thighs.

She lowered her hand a little lower, until she felt the prominent bulge at his crotch, twitching under her hand, demanding immediate attention.

She had done orals on multiple occasions, although she much preferred that the oral be done to her.

However, she needed that cock to be in her mouth.

She needed it badly.

"Gwyn…" He growled through his teeth, guessing what she was thinking right now. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to."

She began to slide back, smiling challengingly until the bulge was very close to her lips, his pants soiled with precum.

"The problem is..." she began, while grabbing the hem of his pants. "I just need to have your dick in my mouth." She pulled down the fabric, his cock coming out of it.

Her throat went dry when she saw Azriel's member.

Fuck, seeing him hidden in his pants was one thing, but seeing him in reality was another thing completely.

It was dark, with veins on the shaft while his head was drenched with precum.

She locked her hand around the base, beginning to move up and down her hand, noticing how Azriel began to tremble dangerously.

"Fuck…" He growled, staring at Gwyn and then at his cock in her hand.

It was so big, even with her mouth and hands around it, she didn't cover the entire area.

She noticed how her clit trembled deliciously, causing her to massage his cock more quickly.

She wanted that wonderful dick inside her. She wasn't going to wait a single moment.

"It's not fair…" Azriel began, pointing to Gwyn's still-on clothes. "You can see me and please me, but I can't do the same."

She looked up at her body and realized it was true.

Her blouse was a little baggy at the bottom, but her pants were still in place.

Masterfully, she unzipped the zipper and unfastened the button that kept them closed, pulling them down until she gave them a shake, throwing them somewhere in the room.

Then she passed the blouse over her head, tossing it in the same direction as her pants.

She was only in her underwear.

She watched as his eyes roamed over her body, locating in the soaked thong, doing little to hide what she was feeling down there.

Having quickly undressed, she resumed her attention, as she massaged it with the palm, she began to lick the tip delicately, savoring the bitter taste of the precum.

Azriel grunted, one hand grasping Gwyn's scalf.

She relaxed her throat, assuming he wanted to fuck her throat, but he didn't do anything else, just let his fingers slip through her coppery hair.

But then she felt Azriel's other hand travel up her ass, grabbing the strap of her panties, pulling it away to give him easy access to her hot, soaked, throbbing slit.

"Please…" Gwyn moaned, wiggling her hips, trying to shove those long fingers she had always fantasized inside her.

"Please that?" He murmured, laying the strip on one buttock as his ring finger circled her slit. He tsked, muttering: "So wet…  are you always so wet for me, Berdara?"

She noticed how more moisture came out of her inside at those words.

But she didn't answer, and Azriel, apparently, wanted her to use that little mouth she had.

She lowered her mouth onto his cock, licking the shaft slowly, running her tongue over the throbbing veins, while Azriel played with her pussy lips, groping but never entering her.

"I asked you a question, Berdara. Answer." He ordered her, slapping her pussy with force.

She screamed out his name with pleasure, sure that her vibrations and voice had done wonders on his cock.

She wanted to see how much more she could tempt him.

The more she could provoke him.

Ignoring his command, she put his cock in her mouth again, sucking the tip while rising from it and lowering her hand with force, listening to the grunts of pleasure that he let out.

Smiling, she clicked her tongue at the tip, noting the wonderful taste of precum flooding her papillae.

She was close to coming.

But of course, Azriel didn't want to come in Gwyn's mouth.

The hand that was still taunting Gwyn's entrance finally inserted two fingers into her slit.

Gwyn moaned with his cock on her throat, noticing how it shuddered inside her mouth.

He was poking his fingers in and out of her quickly, at breakneck speed.

She closed her eyes tightly, letting herself be carried away by the pleasure.

With the hand that had previously been tending to Azriel's shaft, she lowered it to her clit, pinching and moving it from left to right, combining speeds to make her orgasm come faster. .

She needed it faster, it was not going to last much longer, the well of pleasure was increasing so fast and she would soon overflow.

But that seemed exactly what Azriel wanted to do, inserting one more finger inside her.

Not being able to breathe well, she pulled his cock out of her mouth, moaning loudly as she began to move her hips, looking where his fingers were thrusting in her, glistening with her arousal.

She felt so good. Those fingers were fucking thicker and longer than her own.

She needed it to go deeper.

She needed his cock inside her. Now.

She saw how his dick was twitching violently.

He didn't have much more left to orgasm.

So she slapped the hand that was playing with her pussy away, freeing up the space, and grabbed the shaft of his cock with one hand, lining up to finally unite both bodies.

However, Azriel grabbed Gwyn's arm quickly: "Condom."

She denied, explaining: "I'm taking the contraceptive pill. And I'm clean. If you are too, we don't have to do it with a condom."

Azriel nodded, confirming that he was clean, and moving his hips up, he lightly tucked the tip into her pussy.

They both groaned at the delicious sensation.

Azriel watched her closely, as he let Gwyn sit, taking his cock deeper, parting her inner walls with a point of pain.

She stopped, opening her mouth for air. It was so fucking big.

"Fuck. You're so tight." He whined, slowly comforting her waist, hoping that she would get used to his size.

However, she needed him now. Even if he broke her in two.

She needed to have him inside her.

So, taking a breath, she dropped completely on top of his cock, crying out loudly when he hit that spot that made her see stars.

Azriel growled, squeezing the flesh of her thighs as he dropped his head to the head of the bed, closing his eyes at the wonderful experience.

"Oh my God, you take me so damn well." He moaned as he watched the point where they connected, his cock disappearing into the folds of her pussy.

She waited about 10 seconds to get used to the fucking size.

It wasn't the first time she'd had sex, but none of her former lovers were as gifted as Azriel was.

She placed her hands on Az's pecs, lifting her hips slightly and then lowering them, getting used to the small thrusts.

Fuck, that felt so damn good.

"Gwyn, damn it, don't stop baby." He asked, lifting his pelvis, accompanying her thrusts, helping her to enter more inward.

The speed of the thrusts was increasing. The pain was still there, but it was almost imperceptible.  Now there was only the pleasure that Azriel provided her.

"You feel so fucking good…" He groaned, slapping one of her thighs hard.

She lifted a hand to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples.

She needed more friction. She was so close to orgasm... She was so close...

"Az…" She moaned. Her legs were sore. She loved and hated riding her mistresses alike.

Understanding what was happening, he rested his hand on her belly, letting it fall until she was hunched over, her hands resting on his legs.

"Hold on." He warned him, grinning lewdly.

Then, he began to thrust like a soul carrying the devil.

Gwyn cried, screamed the name of her lover, moaning.

She knew it was impossible that Nesta and Cassian weren't listening, but she cared little.

The only thing that mattered was how fucking good it felt, Azriel's cock coming out of her and into her pussy with breakneck speed, spreading her fucking wide.

"Azriel!" She screamed when he reached that sweet spot, rolling her eyes up as waves of pleasure came down to her clit.

She lowered her gaze from her body, sweaty from work, to her clit and pussy.

Her clit was damn red, begging for immediate attention, as her slit slipped in and out of his cock, glistening with her fluids.

Leaning his hips down, he hit that spot again.

She was going to fall, she couldn't stand the pleasure that guy was giving her.

It was too much. It was all too much and too little.

It was perfect.

"Are you going to come?" Az asked her, eyes clouded with pleasure as he punched over and over and over the point of her, causing her to rave with pleasure. "Are you going to be a good girl and are you going to cum on my cock?"

She nodded, in those moments she was not able to form any kind of coherent sentence, only little whimpers came out that didn't make any kind of sense.

However, Azriel was satisfied with it, hitting deeper and harder, while a hand lowered towards her clit, granting it the attention that it had been demanding all along.

"Good girl ... Now I want you to cum all over my cock and cry out my name, so the neighbors know exactly who you belong to." He demanded, slowly tapping her clit with his fingertip, teasing her.

He began to wrap his thumb around it, pinching and catching it with two fingers, pulling at it and then letting go.

It only took three thrusts for Gwyn to fall into the abyss of pleasure.

Screaming his name out of her, she touched her breasts forcefully, while wave after wave of pleasure were coursing through her body, Azriel helping her to carry out her orgasm.

She noticed how Azriel let out a growl of pleasure between his teeth, jets of cum spilling into her pussy.

Exhausted, she dropped onto Azriel's chest, both of them gasping for air after the overwhelming orgasm.

She whimpered as Azriel pulled his limp dick from inside her, the feeling of emptiness overwhelming, but Gwyn had no desire for anything other than to sleep on the chest of that man who had made her feel stars.

His hands began to tangle in the sheets, finally covering the two lovers with them, still trying to catch their breath.

"It was…" He started, having to grab some more air.

Gwyn nodded, hiding in the crook of his neck.

She didn't want to leave. She knew she should, but she didn't want to.

Everything had been wonderful to pass up.

Besides, it was her coach, what was she going to do?

"Gwyn?" Her name pulled her out of her thoughts, looking at Az, who was looking at her worried, "Are you okay? Does something hurt? Have I been too harsh?"

A goofy smile appeared on her lips when she heard those questions.

He had been such great at fucking her, and now he cared about her health.

Her heart was beating happily. She was happy.

Shaking her head, she gently kissed his chin.

Azriel sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist, staying that way for a few minutes.

However, that question kept passing through Gwyn's eyes.  She must ask him.

"What will happen to our… friendship?"

Gwyn was afraid that this had screwed up their friendship. Perhaps she was attracted to him, but she did not want to lose her friendship.

Besides, maybe that tumble had been just that, a tumble.

"We can remain friends, obviously."  He whispered, tangling his hand in the strands clinging to her neck, stroking lightly.  "But we can also… take our friendship further, if that's okay with you…"

Gwyn nodded, smiling against his skin: "Does that mean I'm your… girlfriend?"

Azriel smiled alike, looking at her as his entire face lit up with happiness: "I'd be the happiest man if you were."

They both smiled foolishly, staring into each other's eyes. They brought their mouths closer, giving each other a small beak, which led to their mouths joining in a much more passionate kiss.

"Apparently I'll have to thank Nesta for thinking about playing Twister." Gwyn thought, but she put it on the back burner.

Now only Az's lips mattered, both hearts beating at the same rhythm, forming a symphony that ran through the entire room, blocking out any sound other than that of the two lovers.

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Undercover

Prompt: Your angel’s girl, but you also work as a mercenary for the cartel. Not solely for Miguel but you work jobs sporadically so you couldn’t be tied to the cartel. After all, it would be terrible for a coveted government agent to be linked to a cartel, except you didn’t work for the American government, Germany was the place to be.

You walked into the club, eyes all on you, the newcomer that no one has laid their eyes upon. You looked to your right and saw the MC, in their full glory, drinking it up and enjoying the women. Your eyes connected with Angel and he smirked, lifting his drink up to you. With no reaction, you looked up and locked eyes with Miguel Galindo, a friend of a friend. You rarely worked for him, but he was always pleasant to work with. Angel was not happy with this plan, but business was business.

Making your way down the stairs, you headed towards the bar where your target was. The man was a new heroin player and apparently showed no fear towards Miguel. He was arrogant, careless and predictable, a young blood as they would say. You took the seat beside him and he immediately turned to you. He owned the bar, for now, but by the end of the night, he would be nothing but a blotch on Miguel’s ever growing legacy.

“You’re new.” He commented.

“Visiting family,” your explanation was short, he didn’t need much from what you gathered. Once he saw a piece of ass, it was hook line and sinker.

“In Santo Padre? I doubt anyone in this shit hole could be related to such a beautiful specimen as you.”

His words wanted to make you cringe, but you kept your cool, smiling coyly. “Is that your way of getting into my pants?”

“Is it working?”

You looked at the bartender and ordered a drink, turning back to him, you ran a hand down his exposed chest, the gold chains rested on his chest. “Maybe, I’m hard to impress.”

“I’m sure I can make something happen.”

Angel watched you put your hands on this man, the grip around his glass tightened. He hated this. He knew you did plenty of undercover shit, but not in front of him. He was against this plan, but how could he outvote Miguel Galindo? If anything, why did you work for the cartel when you technically worked for the government? Even though it’s the German government.

“Keep it cool ‘Mano.” Coco warned. “It’s just business.”

“Easy for you to say, it’s not your girl doing this shit.”

“My girl don’t work for Galindo, so I guess that’s a plus.” Coco joked but he knew Angel was not in a joking mood.

You smiled at the new player over the top of your drink. His eyes suggestively looked over your barely covered body.

Rompers were your favorite and tonight you had decided to wear a skin tight black romper with a deep V that showed plenty of chest as well as plenty of leg. You paired it with your black, wraparound chunky heels and some gold jewelry.

“Never caught you name..” The man said

You huffed and took a drink of your whiskey.

“I didn't catch yours” you replied

He eyed you for a moment before he ordered a round of tequila shots and then turned his entire body to face you. His knee brushed against yours and you had to stop yourself from flinching away from him.

“Alec..” He said simply

The bartender placed two shots in front of each of you and you arched your eyebrow before downing your whiskey. A small drop stayed on your lips and you licked it off suggestively while giving Alec intense eye contact.

“Veronica.” You replied as you wrapped your perfectly manicured nails around the first shot glass.

There was no way in hell you were giving out your real name, and you changed aliases every time you went undercover and this time was no different.

“Veronica…I like it” Alec said

“Mm, cheers.” You said as you raised your glass and quickly downed it. You sat the empty glass down next to your whiskey one and turned to look back at Alec who was now licking his lips.

He outstretched his hand and placed it on top of your left thigh in a possessive manner. His fingers were spread wide and he leaned in closer to you as he asked about your interests.

From the corner of the bar, Angel let out a small groan. His hands were clenched around the bottle so hard that he felt like he was going to break it. His legs were bouncing up and down impatiently and he was biting down hard making the muscle in his jaw jump.

“You good?” Ez asked from behind him

“Fuck no! He’s got his disgusting hands all over Y/N….i should go over there and cut them off his fucking body.” Angel snapped

“Calmate Angel. She is doing her job.” Galindo said as he lowered his elbows down on the table in an inconspicuous way. To a stranger it would look like Miguel was simply watching the sports game on the TV.

“What if it was Emily?” Angel whispered harshly.

Miguel arched an eyebrow at Angel but didn't give him any eye contact.

“One of the many reasons I don't mix business and pleasure.” Miguel whispered back.

Angel rolled his eyes and looked back over to you.

You were laughing loudly, your head thrown back and your hair falling around your face. You looked so beautiful and all Angel wanted to do was rush over there, take you into the alleyway and fuck you against the cobblestone wall.

Unfortunately, business was getting in the way.

But this business needed to get his fucking hands off your body because Angel was slowly but surely losing all his patience– and he wasnt even a patient man to begin with.

You saw the two Reyes brothers and Miguel at the end of the bar. You could see the anger just radiating off of Angel. You scratched your chest, signaling for Angel to calm down, something you two established since you two couldn’t exactly communicate. While you looked away, Alec slipped a drug in your drink. Angel almost fucking lost it, but you saw his actions through the mirror of the bar. While he was looking away, you switched your drinks. He had waved off his man, seeing himself as untouchable due to the fact he owned the Damn club.

But that’s why young bloods died off easily.

Invisibility was earned, not given.

You smiled, eating the olives off of the stick, licking the olive for good measure. He groaned and when you looked up at Angel, you saw him looking up at the ceiling, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. That action alone made you clench your thighs together. You couldn’t wait till Angel was in between your fucking legs later, holding you down and getting orgasm after orgasm out of you.

“You’re fucking stunning.” He pulled you closer, his lips almost touched yours, but you moved away, kissing his cheek.

“Gonna take more than that for you to get me.” You pulled away, taking another sip of your drink, which he was ecstatic about. Soon enough you wouldn’t be able to fight him off. He downed his drink and smiled.

“How long will you be in town?”

“Long enough.” You shrugged. “It’s kind of getting hot in here,” you fanned yourself.

“You wanna get out of here?” Alec didn’t beat around the bush, and you appreciated that.

“Sure.” You picked up your clutch where your gun was situated.

Alec put a hundred dollar bill on the bar top, obviously trying to impress you. You merely smiled and looked at Angel who looked at you as if you were prey. Your clothes barely covered anything and lived little to the imagination. But you were playing a game, it was your uniform. You could feel Angel’s eyes on you as he led you to the alleyway.

As soon as you two were out of sight, Angel tried to make his way over to the door, but EZ stopped him.

“Give it a few minutes.” Ez advised.

Angel pushed his brother off frustrated this was going on. And it further irritated him how fucking horny he was right now.

When you got outside, Alec slammed you against the wall, his lips already on you. You wanted to vomit, you hated how he tasted. You felt his hand slide up your thigh, but you turned you both around.

“I’m more of a giver.” You unbuckle his belt and as you did, you got your gun out of your clutch. “A gift from Mr. Galindo.” You stepped back and shot him point blank on the head, his blood splattering on your skin, your clothes. It was unnerving how much killing another person didn’t bother you as much, but it came with years of killing.

The door of the club opened and you locked eyes with your fiancé, Angel Reyes.

Everything slowed as Angel stared at you. The breath left his lungs and got caught in his throat as he took in the specks of blood that were splattered across both your skin and clothing.

He knew that he should run over to you and make sure you were okay but his feet were firmly rooted on the sidewalk. It was simple, he was in awe of you- you stood there strong, independent and sexy as hell. You didn't need his help, hell, he didn't even hear you shoot thr guy.

Any normal human would turn his nose up at the red droplets scattered on you, but that only served to turn Angel on more. His dick was achingly hard, and despite his jeans being a thick material, his arousal was easy to spot.

"Told you everything was going to be okay." Miguel said as he strolled behind Angel confidently.

"Nestor, take care of this and Y/N- pleasure doing business with you. Per your request, your payment has been left in your car trunk. As stated...no ties to me." Miguel continued

You nodded and slowly put your gun back into your clutch. You made your way over to the men, not bothering to pay attention to anyone except Angel.

"Pleasure was all mine Mr. Galindo. I'm available any time you need more....assistance." You replied as your eyes flicked over to the Cartel leader.

He smirked at you and nodded softly before he made his way over to the Mayans President.

"We're leaving." Angel said shortly.

You smiled up at him, you weren't an idiot. You could see how turned on he was from a mile away, he had never been able to hide that part of him from you.

"I rode in the van today, so we can just take your car." Angel continued.

He stretched out his hand and you quickly interlocked your fingers with his. His warm hand grounded you and reminded you that even though you felt nothing when you killed another person, you did in fact feel something every time you were with Angel. He made you feel like a human, not a robotic killing machine that you often thought of yourself as.

"I'll drive." You stated as the pair of you broke apart and made your way to your sides of the car. Angel didn't argue, he wouldn't even try, he learned over the years that you liked to control everything. No- you had to control everything, otherwise your mind would spin out of control and your emotions would spiral in a way that was dangerous for everyone.

Rather than finding you a freak- angel found you endearing. He helped you regulate your thoughts and emotions, he broke down every wall you had- and he was the only person you ever gave up control to.

The ride home was tense due to the air in the car being charged with sexual energy. You wanted Angel just as bad as he wanted you and try as you might to reel your body back in, you couldn't stop your arousal from soaking through your panties and making the insides of your thighs slick.

When you arrived at the house, Angel was on you quicker than any other time before. You had barely stepped out of the car when he shoved you against the drivers side door. He shoved his thigh in between your legs and rutted against your body. Your head fell back and he took advantage of that and began to lick and nip at your neck.

"Fuck dulce you have no idea how turned on I am right now. The whole time that bitch had his hands on you all I could think about was cutting them off and feeding them to him as he watched me fuck you against the bar." Angel growled against your neck.

You let out a small groan and let your fingers intertwine with Angel's thick hair. You ground your hips down on him and he licked up your neck while his hands cupped your ass deliciously.

"Angel... I need a shower." You stated

Angel kissed your neck twice more before he moved to your lips. You knew him well enough to know he was ignoring you and you rolled your eyes at him.

Your hand found the middle of his chest and you pushed him back some. At the same time, your other hand grabbed his chin and made him look at you.

"Let me shower and then you can have your way with me...however you want. Okay baby?"

Angel let his head fall back and he groaned before he lifted his head back up and sighed. He ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips before he nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it...just hurry up. You've tested my patience enough tonight."

You quickly showered, scrubbing the man’s scent, his residual touch on your skin. Killing people has come easier, but it doesn’t mean it didn’t chip a part of your soul. Whenever you were outside of Santo Padre, you had to become a ruthless killer with no qualms. Control was everything to you because if you didn’t have it, it made you antsy. You can’t control the outcome without having all variables. So you were a lone wolf, working alone was much easier than having teammates, too many pawns, too many bodies, too much accountability. 

You got out of the shower, wrapping yourself with a towel. When you walked out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom with Angel, he was already naked, his cock raring to go. He looked at you, light brown eyes dark as could be, waiting for you to come and join him.  Dropping your towel by the doorway of the bathroom, you placed a knee on the bed you two shared, eyes locked on Angel. You met him six years ago and you two haven’t parted since then. Angel was a bit of a pest and he didn’t leave you alone, it was endearing and he made you feel again. The shy girl you left behind, the quiet woman that everyone walked over, she came back whenever you were with Angel.

You felt human again.

“So how are we doing this daddy?” The one time you gave up control was to Angel and that took years. Whenever you two were together, you gave part of the control to Angel, but in the bedroom, you trusted him fully and gave all the control to him. You loved him, he was the best part of you, your partner in crime and for him, you would give whatever he wanted. 

“Come sit on my face.”

You asked no questions and followed command. You placed each knee on each side of Angel’s head, your hands on the headboard. Looking down at Angel, you groaned when you saw his sinful tongue dart out of his mouth and made contact with your heated core. A moan escaped your lips as Angel lapped up your sex, moving your hips to move along with his tongue. Fuck, Angel was sinful, nothing like his namesake. 

But if he was any Angel, he would be the fallen one, Lucifer. 

You threw your head back, Angel knew your body too well and he could make you cum without so much of a try. As you came, he held you down, his tongue continued to lap at you, catching every juice that fell from your hole. 

“Angel, fuck, that feels so good.”

He smacked your ass. “That’s not my name princesa.”

“Daddy, that feels so good.” You wanted to push him away, but you knew Angel wouldn’t like that. You didn’t want to test him today, you knew that seeing you in action was going to infuriate him. This was the first time he saw you undercover and you hoped it would be the last. Fucking with men without your fiancé looking at you was easy, when he was six feet away, all you wanted to do was be in Angel’s arms. 

Vulnerability was not your strong suit, but it occurred when you were with Angel. You were carefree, which in hindsight was dangerous, but you knew he would protect you. 

Before you could even react, Angel had you on your back, your legs together and pushed towards your chest. You were like bent into a ‘C’ of some sorts, Angel’s mouth was still latched onto your clit. 

“Jesus Christ, daddy, fuck, I’m cumming again.” And just like that, Angel got another orgasm from you.

He moved away, watching as your legs shook. He bit your skin, smacking your ass once again.

“This is never happening again,” he told you. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, always.” 

"Fuckin right." Angel growled out

Your body was despite aching to be filled by him and you stared up at Angel through your lashes in an attempt to get him to push his dick into you.

Angel smirked down at you and arched a perfect eyebrow before he bent down and kissed your lips. He sucked your tongue into his mouth and used his own tongue to lick at your bottom lip.

He pulled away quickly and nipped at your chin before his fingers reached between your thighs. He began to stroke your folds while his thumb circled on your sensitive clit. You moaned loudly as he used his free hand to push your legs open more.

"You're so wet for me..." Angel whispered as he hovered over you.

Your back arched into his touch and you were on the edge of begging for him to put something- anything, inside you. You needed it like plants needed the sun. As he adjusted his body, his dick slid across your skin on your thigh and a trail of precum followed it.

Your eyes flicked to the wet spot on your leg and then you looked back up at Angel. His gaze had darkened impossibly more to the point where he looked almost feral.

Slowly you moved your fingers to your thigh and you scooped up the tiny amount of cum onto your index finger. He kept his eyes trained on you as you seductively brought your hand to your mouth and began to lick your finger clean.

Angel's unique taste exploded on your tongue and it only made your body crave him more. His fingers were still teasing at your entrance and you whimpered out a small plea.

"Please daddy...."

"Please what?"

You arched your body again, and rolled your head to the side as.you ground your hips down onto Angel's hand.

"Use your words baby..." Angel whispered

You looked up at him as your lips parted. A breathy moan escaped your mouth as Angel pressed down on your sensitive bud.

"Shiiiiiiit, I need you Angel, please, fuck me please daddy." You cried out

That was all it took, Angel withdrew his fingers and quickly replaced them with his dick. He hovered above your body on his forearms and right before he shoved his mushroom tip into your awaiting entrance, he kissed your lips gently.

Your nails dug into his shoulder blades as he pushed his member into your wet hole- in one stroke he bottomed out and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head.

His eyes fluttered shut and he inhaled deeply as he adjusted himself to being inside you.

"Damn...you feel so amazing....you always feel so amazing."

You moaned in agreement, your eyes were closed, just letting yourself feel Angel surrounded your senses. Your sense of smell, touch, hearing, and taste were all clouded by Angel. You didn’t need to see Angel for him to cloud your sight. He was sliding in and out of you, he was groaning, praising how well you were taking him.

Angel watched as your eyes had fluttered close, he knew how you were. You loved closing your eyes as he pounded into you, letting all your other senses heightened as he overtook your body. He looked at your body, the scars of previous assignments screamed at him. Even though it was your job, he wasn’t exactly happy about it. One time, you came home to him barely standing, but you managed to smile and still comfort him. He loved you, he loved you so much that it was overwhelming. His jealousy wasn’t out of insecurity, he just didn’t like any man being near you who wanted you. He saw the tattoo he designs on your left rib, just below your breast.

“We should add to this,” he traced the tattoo, which was his name.

“Okay,” you bit down on your lip. “Fuck Angel, go faster.”

Angel chuckled, smacking your clit making you whine. “What’s my name?”

“Daddy.” You gave in, not wanting to prolong anything. You just wanted to cum, to feel Angel cost your walls.

“I love you mi corazon,” he bent over and took your lips with his.

“I love you daddy.”

Angel moved faster, sliding in and out of you as he watched you open your eyes. Angel had intense eye contact and so did you. You never looked away from Angel when he was giving you immense pleasure and it was no different now. He spread your legs, slowing his speed and watched himself slide in and out of you. He watched his dick creamed with your juices, and it brought it immense pleasure to know he did this for you, that he could pleasure you in this way. He placed one of his cold rings against your clit and it made you clench him harder. He repeated the motion and you cried out his name, your back arching. His rings always felt so fucking good, it should be against the law just how much pleasure his rings brought to you.

You gripped the sheets, begging Angel to let you cum. And just as you were about to cum, Angel pulled out.

You let out a broken sounded moan as your body tried to chase the pleasure Angel was taking away from you. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, it was shaking and so overstimulated that you couldn't even think.

Angel observed you from above. He took in every sight, listened to every sound you made and at the sound of his name leaving your lips some more precum leaked out of his tip.

He was so fucking close to climaxing- his dick was uncomfortably hard now.

"Angel pleaseeeeeee!" You screamed out

"Who?" Angel demanded as his hand shot out and encircled your neck. He put just the right amount of pressure on your esophagus so that you could breath but it was harder to do so than normal.

"Daddy!" You replied with a short breath.

Angel groaned, he couldn't hold himself off any longer. His fingers tightened around your neck and in one swift motion he buried himself all the way to his hilt into your wet pussy.

All it took was one perfectly positioned thrust, and you were instantly seeing stars. Your entire body locked up and it felt like a cosmic explosion was going off in your soul. You could barely register the fact that you were screaming Angel's name so loud that your throat was going raw.

Angel was quickly starting to lose control of his body. His thrusting was hard, fast and precise. His stomach was clenching and as soon as your nails dug into his shoulder blade he broke. His hot seed exploded from his dick and painted your walls in thick coats of white.

He moaned out your name and continued to thrust into you slowly as he rode out his orgasm.

After what seemed like years, both of you finally came down from your high. Angel gently pulled out of you, causing his cum to leak down your inner thighs. He let out a sigh and collapsed next to you on the bed.

You were both breathing heavy and your bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat. You felt like you had just run a 5k, only this 5k left you sated and high on pleasure instead of uncomfortably sore and tired.

"Maybe I should work in front of you more....if you're going to fuck me like that every time." You breathed out

Angel chuckled and turned his head to look at you. You returned his warm gaze and reached up to stroke his face.

"I love you..." he whispered

"And I love you Angel." You replied

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