#another photo set of me in my underwear

[umabloomer]

I got a job at a Ukrainian museum.

On the first day someone asks me if I have any Ukrainian heritage. I say I had ancestors from Odesa, but they were Jewish, so they weren’t considered Ukrainian, and they wouldn’t have considered themselves Ukrainian. My job is every day I go through boxes of Ukrainian textiles and I write a physical description, take measurements, take photographs, and upload everything into the database. I look up “Jewish” in the database and there is no result. 

Some objects have no context at all, some come with handwritten notes or related documents. I look at thick hand-spun, hand-woven linen heavy with embroidery. Embroidery they say can take a year or more. I think of someone dressed for a wedding in their best clothes they made with their own hands. Some shirts were donated with photographs of the original owners dressed in them, for a dance at the Ukrainian Labour Temple, in 1935. I handle the pieces carefully, looking at how they fit the men in the photos, and how they look almost a hundred years later packed in acid-free tissue. One of the men died a few years later, in the war. He was younger than I am now. The military archive has more photographs of him with his mother, his father, his fiancé. I take care in writing the catalogue entry, breathing in the history, getting tearful. 

I imagine people dressed in their best shirts at Easter, going around town in their best shirts burning the houses of Jews, in their best shirts, killing Jews. A shirt with dense embroidery all over the sleeves and chest has a note that says it is from Husiatyn. I look it up and find that it was largely a Jewish town, and Ukrainians lived in the outskirts. There is a fortress synagogue from the Renaissance period, now abandoned. 

When my partner Aaron visits I take him to an event at the museum where a man shows his collection of over fifty musical instruments from Ukraine, and he plays each one. Children are seated on the floor at the front. We’re standing in a corner, the room full of Ukrainians, very aware that we look like Jews, but not sure if anyone recognizes what that looks like anymore. Aaron gets emotional over a song played on the bandura. 

A note with a dress says it came from the Buchach region. I find a story of Jewish life in Buchach in the early twentieth century, preparing to flee as the Nazis take over. I cry over this.

I’m cataloguing a set of commemorative ribbons that were placed on the grave of a Ukrainian Nationalist leader, Yevhen Konovalets, after he was assassinated. The ribbons were collected and stored by another Nationalist, Andriy Melnyk, who took over leadership after Konovalets’ death. The ribbons are painted or embroidered with messages honouring the dead politician. I start to recognize the word for “leader”, the Cyrillic letters which make up the name of the colonel, the letters “OYH” which stand for Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists (OUN in English). The OUN played a big part in the Lviv pogroms in 1941, I learn. The Wikipedia article has a black and white image of a woman in her underwear, running in terror from a man and a young boy carrying a stick of wood. The woman’s face is dark, her nose may be bleeding. Her underwear is torn, her breast exposed. I’m measuring, photographing, recording the stains and loose threads in the banners that honour men who would have done this to me. 

Every day I can’t stop looking at my phone, looking up the news from Gaza, tapping through Instagram stories that show what the news won’t. Half my family won’t talk to the other half, after I share an article by a scholar of Holocaust and genocide studies, who says Israel is committing a genocide. My dad makes a comment that compares Gaza to the Warsaw Ghetto. This gets him in trouble. My aunt says I must have learned this antisemitism at university, but there is no excuse for my dad. 

This morning I see images from Israeli attacks in the West Bank, where they are not at war. There are naked bodies on the dusty ground. I’m not sure if they are alive. This is what I think of when I see the image from the Lviv pogrom. If what it means for Jews to be safe from oppression is to become the oppressor, I don’t want safety. I don’t want to speak about Jews as if we are one People, because I have so little in common with those in green uniforms and tanks. I am called a self-hating Jew but I think I am a self-reflecting Jew.

I don’t know how to articulate how it feels to be handling objects which remind me of Jewish traumas I inherited only from history classes and books. Textiles hold evidence of the bodies that made them and used them. I measure the waist of a skirt and notice that it is the same as my waist size. I think of clothing and textiles that were looted from Jewish homes during pogroms. I think of clothing and textiles that were looted from Palestinian homes during the ongoing Nakba. Clothes hold the shape of the body that once dressed in them. Sometimes there are tears, mends, stains. I am rummaging through personal belongings in my nitrile gloves. 

I am hands-on learning about the violence caused by Ukrainian Nationalism while more than nine thousand Palestinians have been killed by the State of Israel in three weeks, not to mention all those who have been killed in the last seventy-five years of occupation, in the name of the Jewish Nation, the Jewish People — me? If we (and I am hesitant to say “we”) learned anything from the centuries of being killed, it was how to kill. This should not have been the lesson learned. Zionism wants us to feel constantly like the victims, like we need to defend ourself, like violence is necessary, inevitable. I need community that believes in freedom for all, not just our own People. I need the half of my family who believes in this necessary “self-defence” to remember our history, and not just the one that ends happily ever after with the creation of the State of Israel. Genocide should not be this controversial. We should not be okay with this. 

Tomorrow I will go to work and keep cataloguing banners that honour the leader of an organization which led pogroms. I will keep checking the news, crying into my phone, coordinating with organizers about our next actions, grappling with how we can be a tiny part in ending this genocide that the world won’t acknowledge, out of guilt over the ones it ignored long ago. 

#palestine #jewish #museums #history #ukraine

[loveyouprongs]

are you awake?

prompt: "are you awake yet?" "no." "oh, okay sorry." remus lupin x reader

upcoming content: fluff! pls lmk if u think i missed anything. 1.8k words

authors note: despite any photos used in the header, it’s important that people of all races can identify with my work so please let me know if any of the descriptive language i use is exclusionary, i’m trying my best!

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you had no idea what time it was, your phone abandoned on the night stand atop remus' book. he had come over in a huff, one hand holding his cellphone, keys, and book all at once, the other holding a warm cup of hot chocolate he had picked up along the way.

"rem, is that you?" you called, fumbling with wrapping a towel around your just washed hair while keeping the other towel tucked under your arms. you weren't expecting to see him today at all, he had, in his own words, a fucking shitload of reading to catch up on and planned on spending the entire weekend holed up in his room.

you understood, having just finished your own finals, so you planned on spending the evening watching movies and finally removing the old nail polish that decorated your toes and repainting them. an easy, uneventful night.

“yeah, it’s me dove,” remus said, bending down to untie his laces, “sorry for just barging in on you like thi- did you just take a shower?”

he snapped his head up and drank you in, your body still damp from the hot water and the ends of the towel wrapped around your chest fell apart against your thigh revealing more of your smooth skin. your face was free of makeup or the tendrils of hair that constantly fell between your eyes that remus always brushed away.

“y’don’t have to do that every time, remus,” you said on your fourth date when his fingertips danced against your forehead once more that evening.

“you have to be able to see, darling, i don’t mind,” he replied as if this was something he was doing as a favor to you and not because he was so desperate to touch you in any way.

you looked beautiful, he thought.

“thank you, baby,” you let out, giggling at the sigh of your boyfriend still bent half over himself, looking up at you as if you would disappear if he wasn’t.

“did i say that out loud?”

“you did.”

“well, it’s true,” he had since walked over to you, setting his phone, keys, book and cup on the table and grasped at your shoulders, stamping a kiss to your forehead. in this moment, he felt all his tension wash away and reveled in the feeling of your warm skin under his and the vanilla scent of your shampoo wafting around him. he didn’t even remember why he was in such an annoyed mood earlier until you asked him how come he came over.

“ugh, i have to move out!” he exclaimed. this is something remus said maybe four times a week, seven if it was really bad. when james left his dishes piled up in the sink for too long, “i have to move out!” remus would say while ranting to you over breakfast the next day. when they went on a trip for a few days and sirius forgot to pack any underwear so he took it upon himself to borrow remus’, you woke up to a text from your boyfriend that simply read “i have to move out.” sent at 2:18 a.m. then “good morning” at 2:19 a.m. and “you better not be awake right now, dovey” at 2:20 a.m.

“what happened this time?”

“was trying to study ‘til those idiots had the bright idea of rolling bottles down the stairs, i mean who even thinks of that?”

you had to bite your lip to keep in your laughter. you had seen that trend all down your social media so you knew exactly where they got the idea from. but your sweet remus who had no profiles whatsoever, -unless you count the facebook page he made when james told him he had to have one at least-

“what do you mean it doesn’t count? you can share photos and talk to people.”

“it’s facebook! only mums use it. i’m making you a BeReal.”

“you’re making me be real?”

“oh, nevermind.”

had no idea and believed this was just another stupid activity his roommates shared brain cell came up with.

“i don’t know, remmy, people are weird,”

“right? anyway, i sat through listening to ‘clunk, clunk, clunk, smash! again, again, again!’ for about fifteen minutes before i had to get out of there so i thought to come here.”

a warmth started growing within your chest and spreading throughout your entire body. he thought to come here, to your place. your lanky, fluffy haired, nerdy boyfriend who you loved so so much thought to come to you. the smile that had spread across your face was so wide you knew remus knew exactly how you were feeling.

“don’t go all moony eyed on me now, sweetness,” he began, “i’m here because i still have a lot of work to do.”

“of course”

“with no distractions, at least for the next few hours,” he was looking down at you with a familiar look in his eye and you couldn’t even bother to feign cluelessness. the image of remus bent over a book, concentrated look on his face and glasses slowly slipping down his nose was irresistible to you and when you two studied together, it caused a lot of assignments to go untouched.

“alright, i’ll leave you be. but i expect some form of compensation for my good behavior.”

“hence the hot chocolate, for you dove,” he handed you the tall paper cup he had brought in with him and you smiled as it was still warm enough to drink.

“oh wow, my boyfriend and a hot chocolate? it’s like my birthday!” you laughed as remus rolled his eyes and started setting himself up at your kitchen table.

“you can’t say that whenever i get you something, you need to have higher expectations for your birthday silly girl, or i really will just get you a drink and that’ll be it.” he said and the last thing he heard was you laughing down the hallway.

hours had passed and your hair was dry, toe nails now a light peachy color, and one and a half movies had been watched. you mainly kept to your room, only coming out to get a drink and set some biscuits out for remus who hadn’t even looked up. you were sure a bomb could off in the building across the street and he wouldn’t notice. he was so concentrated that all you wanted to do was press your fingers to his temples and relieve his pretty face of the wrinkles, surely his eyes were sore as well, but you knew better than to bother him.

it wasn’t until it was dark out that remus had finally slumped against your bedroom door and trudged like a zombie to your bed, face planting right into your lap. his calves were hanging over the edge so you grabbed his face and shuffled yourselves closer to the headboard. remus was laughing, the feel of his lips tickling your stomach, and with that information he only began to blow raspberries on your belly button.

“remus stop i’m serious!” you let out and lifted his head up, your hands pushing his cheeks up causing his lips to reach up into a smile. he looked so soft, and happy, but obviously tired.

“‘m finished with all m’reading, dove,” his speech was slurred, surely from exhaustion.

“i’m very proud of you baby, you’re so hard working.”

he wrapped the comforter around both of you, and flipped onto his side, pressing his back to your front. he must have been really out of it because he never let you be the big spoon.

“but don’t you like being held?”

“i like holding you. besides it just makes more sense that way, i’m much taller.”

“there’s no sense to cuddling!”

“there’s sense to everything!”

“i am hard working! and they don’t care, all they care about is smashing things and making lots of noise. i have to move out.” he grumbled.

you ran your fingers through his hair, letting him mumble on, knowing he’ll soon fall asleep.

“well, you’re always welcome here, my love.”

he sighed and pressed a kiss to your wrist, “i know,” he spoke softly, the two words so full of content he could hardly stand it. he thought every day how lucky he was to have you in his life. a love full of soft kisses and hot chocolates and intertwining under moonlight. “i love you so much.”

“i love you too, now get some sleep.”

the night had come and gone, remus sleeping away in your arms and the sun was shining through your curtains. you slowly lifted your arm off him and felt around for your phone, careful not to disturb him. the screen flashed 10:15 a.m., meaning remus had been sleeping for close to twelve hours now.

it made sense due to how tired he was yesterday, but you had done nothing but relax, so your body was ready to get up and start the day. you answered a few messages telling marlene you’d had to get back to her about if you and remus could make it to brunch in a few hours and sending a rolling eyes emoji to james who sent you a number of videos of bottles rolling down the stairs.

remus shifted, unconsciously flexing his back, and you froze. it wasn’t until he began cracking his knuckles individually that you knew he was awake, you still asked though.

“are you awake yet.”

“no.”

“oh, okay, sorry.”

“mmm.”

two minutes passed, “are you awake now.”

“are my eyes open?”

“no, but you are speaking to me, and this isn’t what you usually say when you sleep talk.”

“i don’t sleep talk!” he let out, craning his neck to look at you perplexedly.

“got you to open your eyes, didn’t i?” you said with a wry smile. his look of confusion morphed into annoyance that you both knew was fake and he fully turned so you were both facing each other now.

“i haven’t slept that good in a long time,” he said lowly, his voice still rough from sleep.

“finals are over now, rem, you can sleep for as long as you want.”

he smiled and tangled your fingers together, opening his mouth to say something back when his stomach rumbled loudly.

“that wasn’t very sexy, was it?”

you giggled and shook your head, finally throwing the covers off yourself.

“nope, but that’s okay, marlene wants us to meet her for brunch in thirty minutes, so we better get a move on, sleepy head.”

remus groaned and reached for his designated dresser from the bed and pulled out whatever shirt and bottoms were on the top of the piles. the two of you got ready in comfortable silence and while you were sitting on the floor, pulling up the zipper on your boots, remus realized that he really could see himself moving in here. always doing his course work at your kitchen table, picking up a hot drink for you at the coffee shop two streets away, not because it was on his way to you, but because it was on his way home.

“ready, baby?” you asked, now standing at full height, holding your hand out to him.

i’m ready to wake up here every morning. “ready,” he said, wrapping his hand around yours.

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[mrsbarnesblog]

new purchase

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Mob! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You just got a new expensive lingerie set and decided to tease your mafia boss boyfriend with some sexy pictures.

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: modern setting, mafia boss bucky, established relationship, nude photos, dom bucky, smut, vaginal sex, mirror sex, lingerie kink, hair-pulling, doggy style, butt slapping, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

Author's note: I'm back🥹 Tumblr blocked my account again, but thank God support replied and everything is fine now. put community labels if you don't want to end up like me lol. I'm returning to re-upload everything. thank you for the support💞💞

As soon as the message from you popped up on Bucky’s screen, he was no longer involved in the conversation with his people, who were reporting on the situation that got a few men killed.

No, now his eyes were glued to the screen of his phone. To the photo that you sent him, to be exact. You were standing in front of the mirror in the new blue lingerie set that Bucky definitely hadn't seen before. 

“miss you, baby.” 

Bucky took a deep breath, studying every little thing in the photo—from your half-hidden smile to the soft skin of your legs and stomach—and noticing the way your boobs were perfectly sitting in that almost see-through bra. Fuck, to be right now on top of you instead of sitting here was a dream. You knew what effect you had on him and that Bucky loved your expensive lingerie, but he couldn't just leave now, right? Controlling Brooklyn was not easy, especially when some brave idiots tried to threaten him.

“please, Jamie…”

Another text message with an attached picture appeared in front of him, and his pants immediately became much tighter. Now it was from another angle. You were on the bed on your hands and knees, your spine perfectly arched to show your round ass in just a little piece of fabric that shouldn’t even be considered underwear. 

Flashbacks from all the times Bucky was holding your hips while thrusting into you from behind filled his head and he almost wanted to moan out loud. No, it was impossible to listen to whatever Peter was saying, especially when it was the first time you sent such photos.

“You better stay in this position, baby. I'm coming.” He typed quickly before suddenly getting up from his fancy leather chair, making the whole room go quiet. 

“D-did I say something wrong, boss?” Peter’s face became white. Bucky probably looked really angry right now, but only because he couldn't touch you and bury himself in your heat at that exact moment. 

“I didn't listen, Parker. I need to go; finish here without me. Steve, you're responsible.” Bucky took his jacket and stormed out of the room without another word. 

***

You were walking around the bedroom in nervousness, as if it were your first time waiting for Bucky from work. But now something was different, though. You knew that he was busy, and you hated disturbing him, but after looking in the mirror at yourself for too long, you got so confident and bold that you decided to text him with photos, which you had never done before. 

Your best friend Nat took you out shopping, but even though Bucky always gave you his card and told you to buy whatever you wanted, you never actually did it. Until you saw that unbelievably beautiful blue set. Bucky went crazy every time you had new pieces, but they weren’t as expensive as this one because you always bought them with your own money. Your friend basically shoved you into the changing room and convinced you that it cost every single penny, so you gave up and used Bucky’s black card. 

The loud noise of the slammed door came from the first floor, and you knew that your boyfriend had come home. Fuck, it has been only 15 minutes since he messaged you, and he was already there. 

You sat at the edge of the king-size bed, facing the door. And in just a few seconds, heavily breathing and slightly annoyed, Bucky stood in the door frame. If you hadn’t been dating him for almost a year now, you would’ve thought that he was angry, but the way he licked his lips and the look in his eyes while he was scanning your almost naked body told you otherwise. 

“You’re such a fucking tease, babydoll. I had an important meeting, and you just had to send me those photos, huh?” Bucky grinned at you, taking off his expensive jacket and rolling up the sleeves of the white shirt. He took small steps toward you, but you were too focused on his tattooed and veiny forearms to notice it. 

You blinked only when a soft but firm hand pressed under your chin, making you look Bucky in the eyes. The realization of how ridiculously wet you were hit you hard, and Bucky probably saw the way your cheeks blushed because his lips curled in a one-sided smirk. 

“You’re looking like the sexiest thing on the planet, but you’re blushing. God, you’re amazing, baby.” His eyes slid down your body, covered in a thin lace, and you swore that his eyes darkened within a second.

“I just thought that I became wet by just looking at your hands.” Bucky growled at your words. He took both of your hands into his, silently asking you to stand up from the bed. "Sorry for bothering you at work, I just... I don’t know.” 

“I don’t care about work as long as I can see my amazing girlfriend looking so incredible. Is this new? I know every single piece of clothing that you own; I’ve never seen this before.”

“Nat convinced me to buy this... from your card. I hope you don’t mind." Bucky chuckled at your words. 

“I told you a million times to buy whatever you wanted. My money is your money, ‘key? Now spin for me.” He lifted your hand above your head, helping you to spin around and show him every little detail of your new purchase.

The bra, which perfectly lifted your boobs, so they seemed nice and round. Matching lacy blue thongs and a garter belt that was attached to the tights sat on your waist, showing every curve of your hips. There was nothing left for imagination. You looked so soft, delicious, and sexy, but those cute little flowers all over the fabric made Bucky want to destroy you.

“So pretty, goddammit. I need you right now.” He firmly grabbed one side of your face, connecting your lips in a hot and messy kiss, while the other hand trailed its way from your neck down to your soaking wet panties. “Still can’t believe that you’re mine. The most beautiful woman on the whole fuckin’ planet.” Bucky growled into your lips, refusing to let you go. “Is that all for me? Are you so wet because of your naighty little photos or from my hands? Tell me.” Two fingers run up and down your covered folds, making you moan into Bucky’s mouth from the stimulation. 

“Both… Jamie, please. I need you.” You tried to grind your hips on his hand, but Bucky gripped your thigh and lowered his mouth onto your hot neck. 

“‘M not gonna let you get off on my hand, not today. You teased me with those sexy pictures, so I think it would be fair if I just fucked you senseless. That’s what you asked me to do anyway, right?” You just eagerly nodded, hoping that Bucky would do anything. The heat in the lower half of your stomach was almost painful, and you felt awfully empty inside, squeezing around nothing with every kiss Bucky had left on your sensitive skin. “Should I bend you over the bed? Or maybe on the floor in front of the mirror so I could see how good you feel when I fuck you?” He asked mostly himself. 

Bucky pulled away from you, admiring fresh red marks on your collarbones and neck and already knowing that you'd blame him in the morning before work. His lips were swollen and his hair was a mess, but you still bit your lip at how sexy and pretty he was. Lately, you didn’t spend much time together because of his job, and now you wanted to spend every second admiring and touching him. 

“I don’t care, Buck. I just want you, I miss you.” Your hands flew to the collar of his shirt, opening every button until his tanned chest was on full display. 

“Get on your knees and hands, doll.” Bucky mumbled, and you knew that he had lost all of his patience. 

You lowered yourself on an expensive white rug and teasinly moved your ass from side to side, looking at Bucky through the mirror. His eyes stuck on your body, and he licked his lips once again. You saw the way his pants were barely holding the hardness behind them, and your mouth instantly started watering from that thought.

“Are you going to fuck me or keep starring at my ass?” 

He smirked at your words and fell onto his knees behind you, slightly pushing his covered hips into yours and making you both moan. 

“Oh, I am going to fuck you? Don’t worry about that, doll.” The sudden slap on your ass cheek made you loudly gasp; your mouth stayed slightly open as Bucky was massaging your burning cheek with one hand and unbuckling his pants with the other. 

You felt the silky-soft skin of his cock between your legs when Bucky ran his length on your wet panties. “It’s too pretty, I don’t wanna take it off of you. ‘M just gonna push them to the side.” He took your underwear out of his way, lining the leaking tip with your wet entrance. 

You couldn’t stay steel, so Bucky had to grab your hair, raise your head, and perfectly arch your back. You whined at the slight pain from his grip, but it soon turned into a loud mixture of a moan and Bucky’s name when he pushed inside of you. 

It never failed to amaze both of you how perfect you were for each other. The sex was incredible every single time. Your body instantly adgasted for his size; your wet and soft folds gripped his cock firmly, as if your body didn’t want him ever to leave. Bucky honestly didn’t even remember the sex before you; at that time he thought it was nice, but since the first night with you, everything has become blurred, and he couldn't look at any other woman in a sexual way anymore. 

“Fuck-fuck-fuck, James!” You cried, squeezing him harder and gripping the soft material under your hands. 

“Holy shit, doll. Your pretty pussy ‘s taking me so well; she’s so greedy for my cock.” Bucky slapped your ass again at the same time as he bottomed out in you. You tried to stay focused on the reflection in the mirror, but that teasing little push of Bucky’s hips right into your g-spot made your eyes roll back. "What? You can’t handle it, baby? But that's what you asked for. You thought that you could just send me these things and not get fucked like a naughty little girl?” He chuckled, immediately increasing the speed of his thrusts. 

“I just wanted you, J-Jamie, fuck!” You cried at another slap on your ass. Red hand prints were already visible, and you knew that it would be hard to sit the next day. “I need to cum, please…”

“Already drunk with my cock?” Bucky chuckled, slightly squeezing your hair in his hand, until you opened your hooded eyes and looked at him in the mirror. “Look at you, always so perfect for me.” His blue eyes studied your reflection. Your still covered in bra tits bounced every time he pushed his cock inside of you, and Bucky felt like he became even harder because of the fact that he couldn’t see you fully naked. 

It felt like he wanted to split you in half with the power of his movements. Your skin slapped into each other, and the wet sounds of your pussy were almost too loud and inappropriate for you, but Bucky didn’t care. He moved fast and hard, mumbling praise words under his breath, which you barely understood, being too close to cum. 

“Bucky, ‘m gonna cum… Please, let me cum, ‘m so close.” You loudly moaned when your body started trembling and your hands were almost too weak to hold you up. 

“Do it, doll. I’m right behind you. Cover my cock in your cum.” Your mouth fell open, and your eyes instantly closed when you finally came, clenching around him. Bucky looked closely as your face expression changed—it was his favorite thing. 

He pushed into your tight cunt a few more times before freezing as his own orgasm came. You moaned at the feeling of his hot seed feeling you from the inside. 

“Just like that, doll. You did so well.” Bucky soothed the skin of your thigh and reddish cheek, finally loosening the grip on your hair. Your hands couldn’t hold you up anymore, and you collapsed on the soft rug with a muffled puff. 

Bucky slightly chuckled, slipping out of you, and flipped over your exhausted body so you could face him. You both were flushed and slightly sweaty. Bucky brushed your hair from your face and lowered himself to catch your lips in a slow kiss. You wrapped your arms around his strong shoulders until he fell on top of you. 

“I’ll call Nat so she can take you shopping tomorrow. Use my black card and get yourself everything that you like, because now I want to see you in every possible shade and variation of lingerie, doll.” Bucky mumbled near your ear while his hands traced the soft skin of your ribs and stomach. 

“I don’t want to spend your money, James.” You laughed. 

“Then I’ll give my card to Nat, so she can spend it on you. Because I won’t leave you alone anymore, doll. You drive me crazy looking like this.” He started kissing your neck, going lower to your chest. You just sighted, knowing damn well that there’s no point in arguing and that your amazing boyfriend would find a way to make you buy more lingerie. “Are you ready for round two? Because I really wanna put those pretty tits in my mouth.” 

Whatever you wanted to say died on your tongue with the first touch of Bucky’s wet tongue, and your brain went completely blank. 

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[seeingivy]

heart to heart

ryomen sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friend's (older brother) fic

previous part linked here

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sukuna realizes that he’s falling in love with you on the anniversary of his grandfather's death. it’s rather morbid, but he deems that it’s fitting. 

the more that he lingered on it, the more he realized it. that family – good and bad – was always going to hum in the background to the two of you. though he supposes that’s just because you grew up together, that somehow you were intertwined in all of each other’s firsts. 

first day of school, first basketball game, first funeral. 

the day itself isn’t one that sukuna likes to dwell on – a memory colored dark, pushed so hard into the deepest, darkest spots of his mind, that sometimes he only realizes the day has passed a week after the fact. regardless, whenever the realization comes to a head – on time or not – the regret is so suffocating he can barely breathe. 

it’s why he makes every effort to avoid you when the day comes to pass. it’s something that he does with everyone – ignore them like he has the plague. but it’s a little bit different when it comes to you. it’s not personal, he muses, but at the same time, it most definitely is. 

you’re central to the memory. 

sukuna’s sitting up, an idle text being sent to both yuuji and his mom, when the knock on the door comes. and he can feel pressure increase in his throat at the sight of you – his brain feeling heavy, this time in a different way – as you balance two mugs in your hand. 

if it was any other day, sukuna would have found it very difficult to contain himself. the messy bedhead, glasses perched on the edge of your nose, and the fact that you’re drowning in one of his dress shirts. 

sometimes he wondered if you did it on purpose. tried to rile him up just to see how he would react. though on second thought, he almost knows for a fact that you hardly understood what exactly it was that you did to him. how you made his skin feel like it was on fire. 

you sit across from him, setting both of the mugs down on the nightstand, before you press your fingertips to his collarbone and push him back on the headboard to use his body as a pillow. you can hear a scoff before sukuna’s hands tangle around your waist, his fingertips ghosting the waistband of what he recognizes as his boxer briefs. 

“you know, part of your whole freeloading in my apartment agreement was that you’d steal my shirts. not my underwear too.” 

you poke his chest. 

“freeloading? need i remind you, that you basically beg me not to leave each time i’m here. and i’m sorry. i spilled the first batch of hot chocolate i made all over my pajamas and my spares are in the laundry.” you state. 

hot chocolate. 

sukuna knows for sure that you must be doing that on purpose. and that maybe you watch him as keenly as he watches you, because you catch on to his discomfort just as fast. 

“i’m sorry if it’s too much.” you whisper. 

you watch his adam’s apple bob in his chest, as he leans his head back against the headboard and shuts his eyes. you trace little stars into his skin, right under the tattooed flesh as you try to talk, as softly as possible. 

like he’ll run off if you push too hard. 

“sukuna. i-i know that this day can be hard. but we can do whatever you want today.” 

“i have work.” he states. 

“no, you don’t. satoru told me you took the day off already. that you always take it off. and suguru asked me to take care of you.” 

sukuna rolls his eyes. idiots. 

“what about yuuji? knowing you two, you’ve probably got some whole orate tradition you do. probably use my headshot as a dartboard.” 

“it’s actually your yearbook photo.” you defend. 

sukuna smiles. 

“megumi and nobara have got him covered. i’m here for you.” you state. 

sukuna looks down at you, before quickly looking away. he can’t stand your eyes. 

“s’just another day, y/n. if anything, you should get the fuck out of my house. make sure my sensitive brother is fine.” 

sukuna watches your eye twitch. he feels bad, but swallows it down. 

you lift your hands up to cup the sides of his cheek, lightly rubbing your thumbs under his eyes until they open. his light brown eyes flicker to yours and the message comes off just as he intends it. 

don’t. 

sukuna should have known you’d be stubborn about it. 

“sukuna. s’not really fair if we have a power dynamic.” 

“i’m two years older than you. you are well of age.” he deadpans. 

“i mean. when i tell you about what’s on my mind – insecurities or-or my fights with yuuji or even mazzy – it’s not just spilling out of me because you’re my boyfriend. like i’m so emotional that i rant about my problems to everyone. it’s actually more natural for me to put it away. and i purposely don’t for you.” 

sukuna’s intrigued. 

“i’m trying to do this right. like, not withhold things from you because i know that you would hate that. the same way that i would hate it, if that’s what you were going to do with me.” you respond. 

you rest your cheek against his collarbone, before bending down to press a kiss into his skin. 

“s’not a nice feeling. the conversations we have make me feel like i’m standing naked in front of a classroom on display sometimes. but it’s –” you start. 

“that sounds like an ideal situation to me.” 

you pinch his bicep. 

“i mean. it’s not always easy to feel so bare. but i know it’s the right thing to do. and you kind of have to let me in too. i know it might not seem like that to you, because you fell into the caretaker role so quickly with me, but – i’m usually the one who does that type of thing, with everyone else. and i’m not half bad at it.” 

sukuna watched you take care of yuuji his whole life. in the moments that sukuna wasn’t there, he knows that you were the one sitting at his side. especially when he took off so fast like he did.

it’s partly the reason that he was able to do it. because he knew that yuuji would be taken care of – and well, too. but it almost feels wrong, too immature of him to go to you with his problems. 

how are you ever supposed to come to him again? 

“c’mon, baby. anything you want today. we can go back home and eat at the diner. or go to his grave. stay in the entire weekend…” you hum. 

it’s the first time that sukuna’s ever heard you use a term of endearment on him. he was never short of them, a constant cycle of his favorites – pretty girl, doll face, angel. it almost seemed wrong to call you by your name at this point, not when he could so openly express his affections and watch you smile at the fact. 

but sukuna likes it more than he wants to. being called baby. he never wants you to say anything else again. 

he always thought it was a little stupid, an infantile or immature nickname when he watched satoru call suguru as such. especially the way satoru always seemed to beam whenever he did it. he’ll be sure to swallow his retorts the next time. 

“i want to go to the sushi place. back home.” he states. 

you scoff. 

“oh my god. i went on my first date there. got felt up near that fountain.” you respond, scrunching up your nose. 

“i got a handjob near that fountain.” sukuna states. 

“ew. don’t tell me you….in the fountain?” 

he only grins in response. 

“ew, sukuna! you’re such a dog.” 

“i’ll have mai bring me a nice dress. we’ll go the whole ten miles on a fancy date, like everyone from high school. if you’re lucky, i might even let you touch my butt.” 

“could i be so lucky?” he asks. 

you pinch the side of his cheek. his response is pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 

“do you have a pink dress?” he asks. 

“sure do. i’ll have her bring that one, okay?” 

--

sukuna drives you to the sushi restaurant. the ride into town is quiet. you’d almost think that sukuna was mad at you for pushing, but his warm hand resting on your thigh silences almost all the qualms in your head. 

when you make it there, the mere fact of being there with sukuna leaves you with an odd thought. that if things were different beforehand, you would have been fifteen standing there with him, instead of leaving the restaurant feeling oddly dissatisfied from a guy who really wanted nothing to do with you instead.

“sukuna. party of two.” 

“it’ll just be five minutes.” 

sukuna gives a kurt nod before dragging you to the other side to lean against the wall, his hand warm on your waist. you pick your brain at the best thing to say – his uncharacteristic silence brimming you with anxiety and making you particularly hyper-vigilant in choosing the right thing to say to him. 

"you're beautiful, you know that?" he whispers.

you fight the urge to smile so hard.

"thank you, sukuna. you're beautiful too."

he glares at you.

"you're shitty."

you smirk, before pinching the side of his cheek. of course that was his reaction.

"you're such a cutie pie little baby sometimes I just wanna-" you coo.

"shut the fuck up before I make you." he responds.

"ooh. so scary!"

“i came here for the first time with my grandpa. i'll even tell you about it if you stop being a little bitch for a second.” 

you stop.

“yes, sir. ” you respond, saluting. 

sukuna smiles in response and it makes your heart skip a beat. that and the fact that you swear you've never seen his eyes so soft.

“so basically –” sukuna starts 

“sukuna, y/n? is that you?” 

you look over to your left to find one of your old neighbors – so old that you can barely even remember his name – standing at your sides, excitedly waving at the two of you. 

“god, it’s been years! you two are so grown now.” 

“mr. soma.” sukuna responds.

you find yourself grinning ear to ear at the fact that one, sukuna’s tone is entirely displeased. and two, that there’s no pleasantry laced in with his words. 

“y/n. how is your dad? i haven’t seen him around in a while.” 

the taste in your mouth is metallic. 

“couldn’t tell you! i haven’t seen him either.” you state. 

his face pinches up, the pitiful expression that follows causing a subsequent clenching of your jaw. 

“sukuna. how’s your father?” 

“still a dick.” he states. 

you smile. the way he seems to flinch at the bluntness, at sukuna’s demeanor, is solace enough for the double dose of shitty dad comments. he gives you both a polite smile before skirting off, after an awkward round of small talk. university, work, yuuji and sammy and he's off.

you turn to sukuna, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“you okay?” 

“obviously. a dumbass with a shitty attitude won’t ruin my mood when i’m here with you. are you?” 

“me too.” 

sukuna smirks at you. 

“really? you're not internalizing every awkward experience that happens to you? have i entered a parallel universe today?” 

“i’m a mystery, idiot. you can spend forever trying to figure me out.” 

“planning on it.” he responds. 

sukuna splits all his sushi with you. if you like a certain plate, he almost refuses to touch it afterwards, just to let you finish all the pieces. and after you say you’re too full, he’s does the job for you – only because you say that you feel bad leaving it to waste when they took the time to make it.

it’s strawberry ice cream afterwards and he makes it very clear that it's only because it’s your favorite. you swing by the store when you get back into the city and eat straight from the tub on the kitchen island.

and over your shared spoon of dessert, sukuna’s voice is almost so quiet you can barely hear it. you think that the ice cold sensation curbs any warm anxiousness that would stop him normally from talking – and you thank your cravings for it.

“my grandpa was the first person who took care of me.” 

you press your cheek to his shoulder in response, rubbing circles into his palm as he talks. 

“I know it's a natural thing. that when you have a younger sibling, that it takes the attention away from you. i know logically that i had that attention, that i required it when i was a baby too.” 

"but?"

"but yuuji's so fucking likeable. i love the idiot and it feels like shit to admit, but i fucking hated that everyone almost forgot about me just because of him."

you pause.

“it’s hard not to like you too.” you state. 

“but you know what i mean. i liked taking care of him, until i didn't. he got older and...and sometimes it felt like he didn't even fucking care about half the things i did for him. at one point, i got sick of watching everyone fawn over him so much that it made me upset. i told my mom but...you know how she can be. didn't really register for her. ” 

you hum in response. 

“my grandpa must have noticed that i had a little bit of resentment towards him, especially when i was in eighth grade. started getting in fights and acting out and all that. and he brought me here. and-and i was pissed at him that i just started fucking yelling at him. about how he didn’t care about me and how i felt unwanted and under-appreciated and…and he agreed with me.” 

he pauses, bringing one of his hands up to your hair. 

“i like feeling appreciated. valued enough that someone will listen to me and actually believe it. that he wanted to be around me too.” he states.

you pause, your heart clenching so hard in your chest. your stomach nearly drops at the sentiment, at the memory that you can feel tears in your eyes. you’re murderous hatred for sukuna and yuuji’s dad only grows tenfold with every consecutive day – but feels particularly potent now. 

you immediately tilt your head up, in efforts to curb yourself from crying – when you’re the one who should be strong for him right now. he, of course, notices right away. 

“eh? what’s wrong with you?” 

“allergies.” 

“did you miraculously get stung by a bee in the past few seconds while we were sitting here?” 

you scoff. 

“you’re so obsessed with me. you even memorized my medical history!” 

“that was in no way romantic. god forbid i know a basic fact about you so you don’t like, literally die on me. now tell me what it is. you basically have to because my grandpa is dead, you know?” 

“are you really playing the dead grandpa card?” 

“the fact that you called it that was fucking offensive. now you have to tell me.” 

you roll your eyes. 

“i was just thinking about that day. it makes my heart break that you lost someone who made you feel understood. that you felt alone, even though we were all right there. i hope you know that i find it hard to drag myself away from you sometimes. you're like the only place i want to be." you murmur. 

the year before sukuna left, he got into fights often. you remember it vividly – the fact that his mom always seemed to be at your house crying to your mom, while you and yuuji lingered by the doorway for too long listening when you shouldn’t have. 

and he’d shuffle in hours later, a purple eye or bloodied knuckles – a wall of silence with zero explanation. 

but the worst part is that the one time he got in serious trouble, enough to constitute needing to be picked up from the police station, was cosmically the worst possible day it could have happened. 

because sukuna’s grandfather was already dead when you guys got the call. you had all been phoning him for hours and unbeknownst to you, the reason he didn’t pick up is because his phone had gotten taken away. and his mom, yuuji – they were so struck in their own grief that your mom had taken you and sammy with her to go get him. 

and now when you think of it – the thought of him sitting there all alone when you found him, the fact that he was sitting there feeling misunderstood made you cry. it was enough to know that you had all unleashed horrible news on him, but even worse to know you were the one to rip his grandfather away from his life. 

“i remember that you were the one who told me.” he states. 

you nod, affirming his memory. 

“you…you were all quiet. was kind of expecting your mom to give me an earful, about being responsible for my mom and yuuji. but she was just quiet. sammy didn’t even look at me. and when i saw you, you were crying. came up right by my side and apologized. you were the first person to give me condolences. made me hot chocolate when you got home because you didn’t know what else to do.” he states. 

“yeah. i wish i was more composed or…or could have at least said something better to you. and i still kind of suck with words but i…i hope this helps? at least a little?” you mumble. 

sukuna leans forward, curbing any follow-up sentiment you could have had with his lips. you can still taste the strawberry. you murmur against his lips – him pulling you back in every time you try to pull away. 

“did you kiss me to shut me up?” you ask. 

“do you want a cookie for figuring that one out, genius?” he responds. 

you lightly push his chest. 

“you’re such a dickhead! let me do the whole supportive, caring girlfriend thing. i can’t just leave you hanging, you know.” 

sukuna rolls his eyes.

“doll face.” he deadpans. 

you glare at him. 

“you are perfect.” 

you’re caught off guard. 

“i’ve never told anyone any of that before. never even met someone i’ve wanted to tell. quit fucking worrying yourself over whether or not it was good or bad. i’m half convinced that you could be my remedy to anything.” 

you can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks at the praise. you bundle the fabric of his collar in your shirt before you pull him forward, pressing your lips to his as softly as you can. 

“someone feeling bold today?” he murmurs against your lips. 

his hand is warm on your face, cupping the side of your cheek. and when you lean forward, the warmth that surges through you is so deep that you think you might have kissed sukuna too hard. because now you’ve backed him up against the wall, your fingers quickly rushing down the buttons of his shirt. 

sukuna’s quick to stop you. hands warm on your wrists and brown eyes widened. 

“what are you doing?” he whispers. 

“oh. oh, i don’t know. it…it just kinda came over me. sorry. just like..felt super close to you there for a second and i felt it like…rumbling in my chest.” 

sukuna’s brings his forehead against yours. his eyes are pinched shut, almost straining, his breaths quiet. 

“i want to do something. but you have to tell me if it’s going to make you feel uncomfortable.” you ask.

“okay.” sukuna responds.

“don’t even think about fucking lying to me. i’ll know.” 

"yeah right."

“i mean it.” you grates. 

“just tell me.” he responds.

“okay, but-” 

“y/n l/n.” 

you pause.

“can you take a bath with me?” 

he pulls back. 

“what?”  

“a bath. suguru gifted us these bath salt and stuff. he said it was a gift for you. told me you like that kind of thing.” 

“he's always gifting some weird therapy shit to me.” he states.

"therapeutic." you correct.

“one day i’m going to curb your fucking attitude and you’re not going to like it one bit.” 

you smile. 

“i hate you. i’ll take my bath on my own then.” you respond.

he yanks hard on his arm. 

“okay. if it's uncomfortable, we get out.” 

you nod. you get in first, quickly leaing against the wall and hiding under the warm bubbles, as he follows suit. weirdly enough, sukuna's first instinct is to go to the other side, the farthest from you, but you stop by pulling on his wrist.

"c'mhere. just lean against me." you murmur.

it’s a little bit awkward at first. because sukuna's the one wound up instead of you.

“can you relax for me?” you whisper.

“right. sorry.” 

he leans back, your skin prickling, as he settles his head against your chest. he's looking up at you, his eyes fixed on yours, but you can’t help but stare at his skin - freckles and moles that you’ve never had the opportunity to notice sparkling his skin. 

“thank you.” he whispers. 

“for?” 

he scoffs.

“y/n.” he chides. 

“use your big boy words!” you coo.

“shut the fuck up.” 

“c’mon. you've got it in you.” 

“you know what i want to say.” 

“of course i do. i know you’re really glad that i have an innie belly button instead of an outie.”

sukuna nearly chokes on his spit.

“i beg your pardon?” 

“i know that outies freak you out. you don’t have to say it.” 

sukuna stops himself from saying it. 

that he's falling in love with you. 

it’s right on the tip of his tongue. but he knows that it’s too fast so he swallows it down. that and the fact that it would be fucking insane if he said that to follow up your stupid joke about inne and outie belly buttons.

“baby, we should really donate your brain to science. i think you could advance neuroscience fifty years into the future.” sukuna states. 

“take that back, asshole.” you respond.  

“make me.” 

you yank hard on his hair, before fixing your hands back in his locks and pushing the matted wet hair off of his forehead. sukuna leaves a kiss in your hands, before he seems to wander off somewhere else, almost like he's deep in thought.

you grant him the quietness. sukuna loves you even more for it.

--

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[nohoney]

The guests are waiting in the reception hall for you and Katsuki to make your appearance. You and your new husband stepped away to sign your marriage certificate in private, and to also give yourselves some time to one another before having to socialize with all the guests at the wedding. It’s going to be a long reception before you and Katsuki head off for your honeymoon.

The wedding certificate is already signed and you’re supposed to be out in fifteen minutes at the reception hall.

“K-Katsuki, don’t take too long…” you pant out as you hold the skirt of your wedding dress up towards your chest. “We gotta be out there soon…” You’re thankful that the tulle skirt isn’t so thick and that it’s not an armful as you hold it out of the way for your new husband who’s currently kneeled down in between your legs. The white lace of your panties is being held aside as Katsuki laps at your pussy eagerly.

“Just wanna taste my wife first…” Katsuki mutters before diving his tongue back into your pussy.

He couldn’t wait until after the reception for his first fuck with his wife.

On the same table you signed your marriage certificate, your body is laid out on top of it as you’re being eaten out by your husband.

“That’s enough ‘Tsuki, you can fuck me now.” You panted out a little desperately, “Want you in me!”

He’s quick to be up on his feet and hurriedly undoes his belt, pushing his pants and underwear down to his mid thigh. All the photos for the ceremonial attire were already taken and the two of you are supposed to change into your reception clothes but he just couldn’t help himself seeing how beautiful and happy you looked when he caught you staring at the bridal set he put on for you in front of everyone.

There’s a sea of people waiting for the newly weds.

Those fuckers can wait.

“Who do you want to fuck you?” Katsuki asks while jerking his cock first in his hand. “Who do you want inside your pussy?”

Your head lolls against the surface of the table and your hands scrunch up the tulle that you still hold to your chest. “You, want you inside of me!”

“And who am I to you?”

“My husband, you’re my husband.”

Katsuki practically plunged himself into you, his cock sliding into you and wrapping him in your warmth that he’s experienced hundreds of times but now he does it with the title of your husband.

From this day forward, everything he does will be with the title as your husband and everything you do will be with the title as his wife. It dawns on him that you have his last name now, you signed the document with his last name that is now attached to you.

“Say your name, baby.” Katsuki grunts as he fucks himself into you. “Say your new name now, tell me who you are now.”

You choke out the answer with whimpering breaths, hardly able to concentrate as you’re impaled by Katsuki’s cock. It seems every time he pushes back inside of you, you just keep on creaming on his dick endlessly. Maybe you’re even more excited than he is than you’re letting on. You breathlessly announce your married name and cry out when Katsuki presses himself balls deep into you. “F-Fuck!”

Your name was beautiful before but now it sounds even better now that you’re using his.

You’re a Bakugou now.

You’re his wife now.

It echoes through his mind and it repeats, it’s the driving force that has Katsuki fucking faster and harder into you. He peers down at you to see that you’re still holding the tulle of your skirt against the corset of your dress. Seeing the shining gold of your wedding band that he slipped on your finger not too long ago makes his heart all soft and tender that he can’t help but lean down to kiss you. You whine softly into the kiss and you’re breathless when he pulls back to tell you that he loves you.

“Mmhmm… love you too.”

“Wife.” He sighs out happily.

“Husband.” You moan with a dreamy smile on your face.

The newly weds are fifteen minutes late past the time they were supposed to debut at the reception. All their friends and family know why they’re late, whispering playfully among themselves but of course keeping mum when the bride and groom finally show up. Although there’s a suspiciously faint bite mark on the side of your neck when turn your head to the right-

“Everyone, welcome Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou!!”

It’s the biggest party the two of you have ever had to socialize for, a lot of friends and family that are congratulating you or wanting a dance and just basking in the merriment of the nuptials. When the reception is waning down, you and Bakugou are sitting at your table as glasses of champagne are cleared away and there’s a few stragglers left at the reception that have huddled into small groups to talk about love and life. Your reception heels are tossed away someplace else and your new husband has your feet in his lap, massaging you in the same way that he’s always done for you but now with a wedding band on his left hand.

“Car is pulling up soon, baby. Y’ready for sandy beaches and sun and swimming?” Bakugou asks as he thinks about the tropical location you chose for the honeymoon. He made it your choice since he proposed during a chilly early morning mountain hike, all things you wouldn’t tolerate unless you were with him.

“I’m ready for a nap,” You giggle, “how about you?”

Bakugou hums in agreement as he pats your ankle and looks around for your heels, finding them right underneath the table. He buckled them for you and idly nods to Kirishima and Deku that are helping usher the remaining people out the reception hall.

You and him walk slowly towards the bridal suite where your bags were packed ahead of time. You’re still a little tipsy but a good pee and some water packed with electrolytes will help you feel better. “Can we stop for french fries first, husband?” You ask with a giddy little smile.

“Yes wife, we’ll stop for french fries first.”

#bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou smut

[venus616]

Hi!! Requesting a spicy tasm!peter fic where he puts his photography skills to use if ya know what I mean 🔥🫶🏽

his muse; {p.p.}

Pairing: peter parker x f!reader (gif is tasm but you can interpret this as any peter parker)

Summary: peter puts his photography skills to use when you're naked

Warnings: established relationship, smut, vaginal fingering/sex, oral sex (blowjob), praise kink (if you squint), photos during sex, language, unprotected sex, 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: hi. i love this trope So Much… like more than you will ever know, but bc i love it and i’ve seen it done multiple times with peter i was very scared to even do anything with it sjnksks but here is my finished product, i hope you like it~

(Also- it is my gift to anyone who actually likes reading my content bc ive been gone for a While and will be gone for another 2-3 weeks bc finals are not fun! so i hope this is good, enjoy!)

You’re putting away your shared laundry when you hear a loud noise on your window sill. You don’t even flinch this far into your relationship and only shake your head, separating your clothes from his. The window opens letting in a cool breeze and Peter’s book bag hits the ground before he gets inside. 

It's only then you look and give his body, clad in his suit, a scan and smile. “You okay?” You ask. The sun already set and the crisp winter air started to fill the room. 

He scoffs before shutting the window. You turn your body around from the basket in front of you to see Peter shaking his head while taking his camera out of his bag.

The professional camera Peter spent a year saving up for when he was 18 was sat next to your much less efficient Polaroid camera. On it, there was a photo of you two celebrating your anniversary together recently. The flash showing you kissing Peter on the cheek, he’s blushing at the attention and eyes closed from the flash. 

Peter smiled at the memory before he continued speaking. 

“Why do people think it’s okay to commit crime when I’m just getting off my shift?” He sighed before setting down his bag next to your bed.

“They’re so inconsiderate,” You pout playfully while folding his clothes into his reserved drawer at your place.

Peter looks up from unpacking and focuses on your ass poking up from your position. You feel his eyes on you as your t-shirt hangs loosely on your body, and the hair on your legs prick up from the cold in the room.

Peter takes off his mask revealing his disheveled hair and takes in the sight of you like it’s his last.

Your lacy underwear decorating the plump flesh of your butt, reminding Peter of how quickly he had to leave this morning before getting to appreciate for bandaging him up last night.

His eyes continued to scan up, seeing the old t-shirt frame your shape, admiring it as if he had x-ray vision.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Peter is brought out of his thoughts hearing your soft voice, taunting him for his staring problem.

“Don’t tempt me,” Peter quips back. He shakes his head before tossing his mask in your empty hamper. Sitting on your bed and bending over to remove his boots, his ears don’t miss your footsteps as you saunter to him.

You place your feet in between his while he looks back up to you, removing the rest of his suit. 

“It’s never stopped you before,” You cross your arms while he slips out of his suit, leaving his web shooters on. The suit is strewn across the floor and your eyes focus on Peter’s body. 

No matter how beat up he was, Peter remains to be the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. You ran your hands over his, now, yellow ribs. Compared to the purple constellation he had yesterday, you were grateful for his superhuman healing. 

He had a nasty fall yesterday, left with some scars and bruising, but thankfully this time you didn’t have to stitch him up. 

You even notice the scratch on his arm is almost gone but Peter liked wearing your special bandaids. He likes giving you a reason to buy more cartoon ones for him. 

Peter watches your eyes carefully scan his body for anything else and adores you for it. Still, he hates making you worry.

“You weren’t naked before.”

A smile creeps up on your face, a giggle disguised as a scoff when you answer: “I’m not naked.”

You don’t realize you set yourself up for Peter’s response until he smirks. His hands snake up underneath your shirt to toy with your nipples, already hard because of the cold air lingering in the room. 

A hiss escapes your mouth at feeling his larger, colder hands grip your boobs. Peter slightly grins at his effect on you. He pulls at the bottom of your shirt before raising it up your body. You oblige, pulling it over your head to toss it across your room.

His face lit up at your frontal nudity, hands placed on either side of your hips tugging at your underwear. 

“Let’s change that.” 

You roll your eyes at his response, but not without a smile plastered on your face. You could feel the heat pooling in between your thighs and the excitement in your stomach. 

“What position should I be in?” You shudder under his callus fingers. Peter lightly furrows his eyebrows when you turn, gesturing to your polaroid camera from your bedside table. 

His face relaxes when he registers what you guys are doing, not realizing how serious you were being. 

Your eyes flicker up and down his body when you turn to face him, noticing his erection bulging out of his briefs. Leaning down you use your hand to palm him through the fabric, feeling his cock pulsate in your hand.

“On your knees,” You whip your head up when Peter says that, his hands still roaming around your body. 

You quirk your eyebrow up in response. Pressing your forehead and nose to his, you plant a kiss onto his lips. Your hands are now on either of his thighs, sinking lower onto the ground as the kiss deepens. 

Before you can fully get down, you hear a light thwip and break the kiss. 

You see Peter’s wrist is flicked out with his web shooters activated, latched on to your polaroid camera. There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes before he pulls it into his hands.

Resting on your knees, you’re before him with your fingers tracing the waistband of his boxers. You carefully watch for his reactions, but he’s refamiliarizing himself with your flimsy camera you got in your teenage years as a novelty.

You cross your arms on his legs and look up at him, the camera points at you and all you can focus on is his wide smile behind the camera. “Let’s see if I still know how this works,” Peter jokes.  

You repose with both your hands on your knees, pushing your breasts out in between your arms. You didn’t realize they were hardly the focus of the photo (but still included, Peter was only human after all). 

The photo snaps and you remember you have to get used to the flash again. Blinking a few times to get used to the discomfort, the photo prints out and Peter seems pleased with himself already. 

“It hasn’t even developed yet,” You taunt, you resume palming him as you assume that was the extent of his practice shots. 

Peter shrugs while shaking the photo as gently as possible. “Hey, who’s the photographer here? I know a good subject when I see it,” He nudges you. 

When the photo barely develops, he shows you and you see yourself: half naked on your knees with your face fully in the photo. You were surprised he included that much of your face, and managed to catch you looking as confident as you could. But it was easy when Peter was behind the camera, he never fails to make you feel like his only muse. 

You blush and look away from the photo as you continue to massage him. Peter’s breath hitches at the rate at which you go at, and you smirk to yourself. 

No matter how much control Peter took in bed, he wasn’t afraid to show you how quickly he’d fold for you. It was one of the many things you appreciated about him. Another one was just how vocal he was, his whimpers before you even got to touch him were making your underwear dampen. 

When his dick starts twitching, you pull his boxers down, his cock slaps up to his stomach while he watches your movements. Locking eyes with him, you wrap both your hands around his shaft before slowly jacking him off. 

You’re mesmerized by the way his body is flexed under your touch, you almost don’t hear what he says. 

“Your mouth,” He breathes out. 

You sit up higher on your knees and kiss up his happy trail, lingering when you get closer to his cock. You hear his groan and look up, meeting his eyes.

You raise your eyebrows. “My mouth, what?” 

Your lips quirk up again, teasing him. “Use your words.” 

He rolls his eyes in response but you shake your head.  “I can stop,” You remind him. 

His brown eyes almost bulge out his head when you say that, wrapping his own hand over yours to stop your movements from pausing. He leans over to get closer to your face, the scent of you surrounding him. Peter’s face softens at your smugness. 

“Baby,” He starts. You wait to listen to how he pleads for you to stay while he leads your hands.  

“I need that pretty mouth of yours to suck my cock,” He gasps out and removes his hand when you loosen your wrist in response. Your eyes soften at the praise and Peter mentally celebrates when he leans back to his original position. 

You reposition yourself as well, with your neck getting to work as you lick a stripe underneath the shaft of his cock. Peter sharply inhales at the feeling and brings his head back up. 

You lock eyes with him when you feel the jolt in his body and open your mouth in an ‘O’ shape around the head of his cock. 

Relaxing your throat, you lower your head on his length and feel the tip of his cock hitting your uvula before you begin bobbing your head. 

Caught off guard, you could taste the saltiness of his precum on your tongue now. You gagged a bit and popped off him to lick it off in the most obscene way you could think of. 

Peter mutters, “Just like that.” and you look up. 

Forgetting he had a camera, the shutter went off to capture your tongue on the underside of his wet tip. 

You collect more saliva in your mouth while you run your hand up and down his shaft. Feeling prepared enough, you go back down on him with the drool dripping on his cock on your hands. 

Peter went crazy at the heat of your mouth and the sight of your lips around him. The only thought he had was to get the camera out again to keep this moment forever.

Getting slack jawed at this, he tangles his hands in your hair but doesn’t change your pace. He only starts pushing it out of your face as it gets in the way. 

You look up at him and see Peter pointing the camera at you as you have half his cock in your mouth. The first shot is taken, and he tries to not move too much as the photo prints out immediately.  He releases a few breathy moans at the pace you're going at while he places the new photo on the side. 

Peter silently gestures to you to get him out your mouth so you release him with a pop, flipping your hair to the side as you continue to jack him off.

“That’s good,” He mutters, when he places the camera at his eye before snapping a new photo. 

“I probably look insane,” You grumble, already feeling self conscious at how messy your hair looks, coupled alongside the drool and precum at your mouth. 

Peter shakes his head and pulls you in closer by your waist and you yelp, finding yourself now pinned under him on the bed. 

“Never,” He shakes his head, attaching his mouth to your tit as he pulls your underwear off. You immediately moan at his aggression on your sensitive nipples and he chuckles against your skin when he feels you flinch. 

Peter’s calloused hands find your clit and start massaging it, and you throw your head back in pleasure when he finds his rhythm. 

You feel a twinge of disappointment when he removes his mouth from your tits but you look up to see the camera watching you, and a shutter going off before you are even ready.

“Pete,” You warn. Your sternness doesn’t last when he slips in a finger in your embarrassingly wet cunt. You almost mewl at how full he makes you with just one finger. 

“You looked so pretty moaning like that,” Peter explains while his finger curls into you. He knew what he was doing when he smiled again, leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

Your annoyance was no match for his desperation as you eventually gave in. One of his hands cupped your cheek while his lips were frantic on yours. He’s greedy for you, almost lapping up your tongue with his own before he pulls away. 

“Just let go, forget the camera is even there,” He mumbles in your neck when you gasp at the absence of his lips. 

He slips in another finger and thrusts faster, making you nod mindlessly as you surrender all control.You grip onto his bicep as he pumps in and out of you, begging him for more friction. You can hear how wet you were, and while you were embarrassed, Peter relished in it. 

“Can you take a third for me baby?” He asks in a low voice as he sits up on the bed in between your legs. You nod vigorously but he quickly removes both fingers.

You open your mouth to complain but instead yelp out when Peter pulls both your legs closer to his chest as he kneels on the mattress. He set aside the camera briefly. 

“Yeah?” He searches for an answer.

“Yes,” You grunt out, already desperate for much more than his fingers. 

He massages your heat with his fingers again before he inserts three fingers in, jolting your body to sit up. You let out an obscene moan and couldn’t help but to massage your clit while he fucks you with his fingers. 

One hand being in competition with Peter’s while the other massages your boobs, you’re almost too dazed to notice the shutter then went off while you were closer to an orgasm.

“Fucking incredible,” Peter breathes out before putting the camera with the new photo down, and leans down to kiss you. His pace never falters, making you whimper against his lips. 

“I’m about to cum,” You announce shakily. Peter swallows your pleas with a kiss and just curls his fingers against your g-spot faster. You feel that familiar build up in the pit of your stomach and the pace of your clenching pick up. 

“Cum all over my fingers baby,” He answers, and you immediately let go. You hold Peter closer as you cum, heaving underneath him like you’re in heat. Your body Peter continues to finger you but only because he loves the way you suction around him. 

He still lets you come down from your high, kissing you through it and massaging your breasts with his free hand during. When your breathing slows down, he sits back up and removes his fingers from you. 

“Need you inside of me,” You remind him as you reach over to palm his already hard cock against his stomach.

“Gonna let me cum inside of you?” He asks, holding his cock in his hand already glistening with your wetness. He readjusts to line himself up to your pussy awaiting your answer.

You cock your head with your arms supporting your body from the bed. “I’ll let you cum wherever you want,” You say. 

Peter grunts at your answer before inserting himself into your entrance, and immediately throws his head back at the feeling, your warmth and wetness engulfing him. 

“So fucking tight,” He comments, and you silently agree as you feel yourself stretching out on him. Your eyes fluttered shut as you clenched around him. 

“Fuck,” you moan out as he finds a comfortable pace for the both of you. 

Or that’s what you thought. 

You hear a shutter from your camera and realize he took a picture (or two) of you in this position beneath him, moaning out for him flat on the bed with his cock inside of you. 

You didn’t have time to care as when he got his shots he immediately started to rock into you, and you felt the strength of him against your thighs before he picked up the pace. 

You watch him thrust into you and slowly lose himself above you.

“I love the way you feel around me,” He pants out, closing in on your body with his forearms framing your face. You nod as the bed squeaks and your hands roam his body, stopping at his shoulders and the nape of his neck. 

Peter obliges to your physical demands and dips down to suck on your neck, causing you to whimper as your body continues to jolt from his thrusts. His soft brown hair tickles your skin as his teeth chew at the sensitive skin in your neck. You don’t know whether to giggle or moan, but you’re vocal regardless. 

“Go faster,” You whine, becoming impatient with him. 

“I’m not gonna last if I go faster,” He growls against your skin, sending vibrations down your spine. He thrusted slower, bringing his hand down to the back of your knee to bend it closer to your body. You felt him hitting your g-spot repeatedly that you knew you weren’t going to last any longer like that. 

“I don’t care,” You cry out. Peter scoffs in your neck as if to say a begrudging ‘Fine.’ and kisses you on the cheek before kneeling back up. He’s already twitching inside you before he begins thrusting again. You almost forget what you got yourself into until you feel his balls slap against your cunt repeatedly. 

A string of curses escape both your mouths, yours because he’s just so big and you can feel the tension build up in your stomach again. Peter’s cusses are because you just won’t stop clenching around him in response, he feels like he might burst the next time you tighten around him. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck,” He mutters before spilling into you. 

You go slack jawed at the feeling of him cumming inside of you. It feels hot between your thighs, in between the burning feeling of his hard thighs slapping against your softer ones, and feeling him twitch and coat your insides and the outside of your cunt with his load. 

You cry out as he almost slips out of you, but realize he’s gonna take another picture. You’re not sure what to do, or what exactly he’s capturing but you decide to listen to his earlier advice and let it happen. Peter places the camera on his eye while his cock almost goes soft half away inside of you, and you can feel him rubbing his cum around your thighs and up your hips. 

He mutters another curse, before snapping the picture. You close your eyes and your legs when you decide that that was the last photo and miss how Peter compiles all of them on your bedside table. 

Eventually, you look up and see him pulling back up his underwear and beckoning you to see the photos. When you get up and see 6 photos lined up from tonight. 

One of you on your knees, your breasts protruding and almost being the main focus of the photo if it wasn't for your face. You want to laugh at how excited your eyes looked but you know it was only because of who was behind the camera. 

Two more during and after the blowjob, one of you in the middle taking Peter in your mouth and giving the camera (but really, Peter) siren eyes. The other was you slightly disheveled, but Peter swore you were the prettiest girl in the world with drool around your mouth.

A third of you being fingered, your head is thrown back in unfiltered pleasure from his fingers, your breasts sitting high on your chest as you’re on your back and your nipples were glistening in the photo due to the suckling that happened off camera. While scanning this photo, you realize that being caught in the moment wasn’t such a bad thing and Peter is silently celebrating he caught your O face in action. 

The fourth was similar but you had more control over your pleasure as you’re on camera massaging your breasts and hand on your pussy. You feel like a vixen with the way you’re fondling yourself, Peter silently agrees as he knows you look like one. 

Fifth and sixth photo show the before and after of Peter fucking you senseless. Fifth with your body being still underneath his, and the photo displaying that exhilarating feeling you both get when your bodies meet in the first thrust. And the sixth photo when you’re both comfortable enough to come down from your high together. The sticky, white cum is slayed over your sopping, wet pussy and Peter’s fingers and cock in the frame to remind you who fucks you like this. 

“Do you like these? I can burn them away if you don’t,” Peter runs his hands through his hair nervously, not trying to make you uncomfortable if the bit had gone too far. 

You only shake your head with a laugh bubbling in your throat at his consideration and hug his much taller frame from behind. It felt good to rest your head on his back, while his arms engulf yours from the front. 

“I love them, I love you,” You speak low but loudly enough so he can hear, and feel, your words. 

“Which ones do you want to keep?” He asks. 

You know it’s out of courtesy, just one of those things you two got used to asking each other after taking pictures on this camera. You kept the silly anniversary photo while he kept the very nice one he took of you. 

“It’s all for you,” You answer. Peter sputters quickly, turning back around to see your face when you say it, you only nod in full seriousness. 

He leans down to kiss your cheek as a thank you and you only smile back. 

“I think you’d get more use out of it than me,” You add with a tinge of humor. Peter only plays it off with another suggestion while hugging you from the front. His arms wrap around your shoulders while you rest your head in the crook of his neck. 

“You know what though?” He asks, trailing his hands down to your naked hips, stopping to cup the round of your ass. 

“What?” You mutter in his hold, already feeling your body heat up at the thought of round 2. 

Peter smirks before snaking one of his hands to your pussy. Knowing that you’re about to start throbbing, at the thought of him. You gasp before he speaks and he chuckles while he proposes his new idea. 

“I think it’s only fair if we make a movie now.”

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kinktober - lingerie kink, mirror sex

Summary: You just got a new expensive lingerie set and decided to tease your mafia boss boyfriend with some sexy pictures.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: mob bucky barnes, established relationship, smut, p in v, lingerie kink, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, sexy pictures, doggy style, butt slapping, hair pulling, dirty talk.

Author's note: I know for a fact that I won't be able to write for every day of the Kinktober event, but I still want to be a part of it lol. So if any of you have some spicy (or not) ideas, my inbox is open for requests or suggestions.

Also, I had too much fun with AI stuff and y'all... this Bucky Barnes makes me literally weak in the knees😩😩 (I have a few more AI-generated pics to add to my fics, if you'll like it.)

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As soon as the message from you popped up on Bucky’s screen, he was no longer involved in the conversation with his people, who were reporting on the situation that got a few men killed.

No, now his eyes were glued to the screen of his phone. To the photo that you sent him, to be exact. You were standing in front of the mirror in the new blue lingerie set that Bucky definitely hadn't seen before. 

“miss you, baby.” 

Bucky took a deep breath, studying every little thing in the photo—from your half-hidden smile to the soft skin of your legs and stomach—and noticing the way your boobs were perfectly sitting in that almost see-through bra. Fuck, to be right now on top of you instead of sitting here was a dream. You knew what effect you had on him and that Bucky loved your expensive lingerie, but he couldn't just leave now, right? Controlling Brooklyn was not easy, especially when some brave idiots tried to threaten him.

“please, Jamie…”

Another text message with an attached picture appeared in front of him, and his pants immediately became much tighter. Now it was from another angle. You were on the bed on your hands and knees, your spine perfectly arched to show your round ass in just a little piece of fabric that shouldn’t even be considered underwear. 

Flashbacks from all the times Bucky was holding your hips while thrusting into you from behind filled his head and he almost wanted to moan out loud. No, it was impossible to listen to whatever Peter was saying, especially when it was the first time you sent such photos.

“You better stay in this position, baby. I'm coming.” He typed quickly before suddenly getting up from his fancy leather chair, making the whole room go quiet. 

“D-did I say something wrong, boss?” Peter’s face became white. Bucky probably looked really angry right now, but only because he couldn't touch you and bury himself in your heat at that exact moment. 

“I didn't listen, Parker. I need to go; finish here without me. Steve, you're responsible.” Bucky took his jacket and stormed out of the room without another word. 

You were walking around the bedroom in nervousness, as if it were your first time waiting for Bucky from work. But now something was different, though. You knew that he was busy, and you hated disturbing him, but after looking in the mirror at yourself for too long, you got so confident and bold that you decided to text him with photos, which you had never done before. 

Your best friend Nat took you out shopping, but even though Bucky always gave you his card and told you to buy whatever you wanted, you never actually did it. Until you saw that unbelievably beautiful blue set. Bucky went crazy every time you had new pieces, but they weren’t as expensive as this one because you always bought them with your own money. Your friend basically shoved you into the changing room and convinced you that it cost every single penny, so you gave up and used Bucky’s black card. 

The loud noise of the slammed door came from the first floor, and you knew that your boyfriend had come home. Fuck, it has been only 15 minutes since he messaged you, and he was already there. 

You sat at the edge of the king-size bed, facing the door. And in just a few seconds, heavily breathing and slightly annoyed, Bucky stood in the door frame. If you hadn’t been dating him for almost a year now, you would’ve thought that he was angry, but the way he licked his lips and the look in his eyes while he was scanning your almost naked body told you otherwise. 

“You’re such a fucking tease, babydoll. I had an important meeting, and you just had to send me those photos, huh?” Bucky grinned at you, taking off his expensive jacket and rolling up the sleeves of the white shirt. He took small steps toward you, but you were too focused on his tattooed and veiny forearms to notice it. 

You blinked only when a soft but firm hand pressed under your chin, making you look Bucky in the eyes. The realization of how ridiculously wet you were hit you hard, and Bucky probably saw the way your cheeks blushed because his lips curled in a one-sided smirk. 

“You’re looking like the sexiest thing on the planet, but you’re blushing. God, you’re amazing, baby.” His eyes slid down your body, covered in a thin lace, and you swore that his eyes darkened within a second.

“I just thought that I became wet by just looking at your hands.” Bucky growled at your words. He took both of your hands into his, silently asking you to stand up from the bed. "Sorry for bothering you at work, I just... I don’t know.” 

“I don’t care about work as long as I can see my amazing girlfriend looking so incredible. Is this new? I know every single piece of clothing that you own; I’ve never seen this before.”

“Nat convinced me to buy this... from your card. I hope you don’t mind." Bucky chuckled at your words. 

“I told you a million times to buy whatever you wanted. My money is your money, ‘key? Now spin for me.” He lifted your hand above your head, helping you to spin around and show him every little detail of your new purchase.

The bra, which perfectly lifted your boobs, so they seemed nice and round. Matching lacy blue thongs and a garter belt that was attached to the tights sat on your waist, showing every curve of your hips. There was nothing left for imagination. You looked so soft, delicious, and sexy, but those cute little flowers all over the fabric made Bucky want to destroy you.

“So pretty, goddammit. I need you right now.” He firmly grabbed one side of your face, connecting your lips in a hot and messy kiss, while the other hand trailed its way from your neck down to your soaking wet panties. “Still can’t believe that you’re mine. The most beautiful woman on the whole fuckin’ planet.” Bucky growled into your lips, refusing to let you go. “Is that all for me? Are you so wet because of your naighty little photos or from my hands? Tell me.” Two fingers run up and down your covered folds, making you moan into Bucky’s mouth from the stimulation. 

“Both… Jamie, please. I need you.” You tried to grind your hips on his hand, but Bucky gripped your thigh and lowered his mouth onto your hot neck. 

“‘M not gonna let you get off on my hand, not today. You teased me with those sexy pictures, so I think it would be fair if I just fucked you senseless. That’s what you asked me to do anyway, right?” You just eagerly nodded, hoping that Bucky would do anything. The heat in the lower half of your stomach was almost painful, and you felt awfully empty inside, squeezing around nothing with every kiss Bucky had left on your sensitive skin. “Should I bend you over the bed? Or maybe on the floor in front of the mirror so I could see how good you feel when I fuck you?” He asked mostly himself. 

Bucky pulled away from you, admiring fresh red marks on your collarbones and neck and already knowing that you'd blame him in the morning before work. His lips were swollen and his hair was a mess, but you still bit your lip at how sexy and pretty he was. Lately, you didn’t spend much time together because of his job, and now you wanted to spend every second admiring and touching him. 

“I don’t care, Buck. I just want you, I miss you.” Your hands flew to the collar of his shirt, opening every button until his tanned chest was on full display. 

“Get on your knees and hands, doll.” Bucky mumbled, and you knew that he had lost all of his patience. 

You lowered yourself on an expensive white rug and teasinly moved your ass from side to side, looking at Bucky through the mirror. His eyes stuck on your body, and he licked his lips once again. You saw the way his pants were barely holding the hardness behind them, and your mouth instantly started watering from that thought.

“Are you going to fuck me or keep starring at my ass?” 

He smirked at your words and fell onto his knees behind you, slightly pushing his covered hips into yours and making you both moan. 

“Oh, I am going to fuck you? Don’t worry about that, doll.” The sudden slap on your ass cheek made you loudly gasp; your mouth stayed slightly open as Bucky was massaging your burning cheek with one hand and unbuckling his pants with the other. 

You felt the silky-soft skin of his cock between your legs when Bucky ran his length on your wet panties. “It’s too pretty, I don’t wanna take it off of you. ‘M just gonna push them to the side.” He took your underwear out of his way, lining the leaking tip with your wet entrance. 

You couldn’t stay steel, so Bucky had to grab your hair, raise your head, and perfectly arch your back. You whined at the slight pain from his grip, but it soon turned into a loud mixture of a moan and Bucky’s name when he pushed inside of you. 

It never failed to amaze both of you how perfect you were for each other. The sex was incredible every single time. Your body instantly adgasted for his size; your wet and soft folds gripped his cock firmly, as if your body didn’t want him ever to leave. Bucky honestly didn’t even remember the sex before you; at that time he thought it was nice, but since the first night with you, everything has become blurred, and he couldn't look at any other woman in a sexual way anymore. 

“Fuck-fuck-fuck, James!” You cried, squeezing him harder and gripping the soft material under your hands. 

“Holy shit, doll. Your pretty pussy ‘s taking me so well; she’s so greedy for my cock.” Bucky slapped your ass again at the same time as he bottomed out in you. You tried to stay focused on the reflection in the mirror, but that teasing little push of Bucky’s hips right into your g-spot made your eyes roll back. "What? You can’t handle it, baby? But that's what you asked for. You thought that you could just send me these things and not get fucked like a naughty little girl?” He chuckled, immediately increasing the speed of his thrusts. 

“I just wanted you, J-Jamie, fuck!” You cried at another slap on your ass. Red hand prints were already visible, and you knew that it would be hard to sit the next day. “I need to cum, please…”

“Already drunk with my cock?” Bucky chuckled, slightly squeezing your hair in his hand, until you opened your hooded eyes and looked at him in the mirror. “Look at you, always so perfect for me.” His blue eyes studied your reflection. Your still covered in bra tits bounced every time he pushed his cock inside of you, and Bucky felt like he became even harder because of the fact that he couldn’t see you fully naked. 

It felt like he wanted to split you in half with the power of his movements. Your skin slapped into each other, and the wet sounds of your pussy were almost too loud and inappropriate for you, but Bucky didn’t care. He moved fast and hard, mumbling praise words under his breath, which you barely understood, being too close to cum. 

“Bucky, ‘m gonna cum… Please, let me cum, ‘m so close.” You loudly moaned when your body started trembling and your hands were almost too weak to hold you up. 

“Do it, doll. I’m right behind you. Cover my cock in your cum.” Your mouth fell open, and your eyes instantly closed when you finally came, clenching around him. Bucky looked closely as your face expression changed—it was his favorite thing. 

He pushed into your tight cunt a few more times before freezing as his own orgasm came. You moaned at the feeling of his hot seed feeling you from the inside. 

“Just like that, doll. You did so well.” Bucky soothed the skin of your thigh and reddish cheek, finally loosening the grip on your hair. Your hands couldn’t hold you up anymore, and you collapsed on the soft rug with a muffled puff. 

Bucky slightly chuckled, slipping out of you, and flipped over your exhausted body so you could face him. You both were flushed and slightly sweaty. Bucky brushed your hair from your face and lowered himself to catch your lips in a slow kiss. You wrapped your arms around his strong shoulders until he fell on top of you. 

“I’ll call Nat so she can take you shopping tomorrow. Use my black card and get yourself everything that you like, because now I want to see you in every possible shade and variation of lingerie, doll.” Bucky mumbled near your ear while his hands traced the soft skin of your ribs and stomach. 

“I don’t want to spend your money, James.” You laughed. 

“Then I’ll give my card to Nat, so she can spend it on you. Because I won’t leave you alone anymore, doll. You drive me crazy looking like this.” He started kissing your neck, going lower to your chest. You just sighted, knowing damn well that there’s no point in arguing and that your amazing boyfriend would find a way to make you buy more lingerie. “Are you ready for round two? Because I really wanna put those pretty tits in my mouth.” 

Whatever you wanted to say died on your tongue with the first touch of Bucky’s wet tongue, and your brain went completely blank. 

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[luvneymar]

(1) LOVE TO HATE ME — NEYMAR JR

— SUMMARY: You & Neymar both were booked for a suggestive underwear photoshoot, the only problem? You both hate each others guts.

PARINGS: young!neymar x female!reader & young!lucas paqueta x female!reader

NOTE: any examples doesn’t not represent the race, body type or skin-tone of the female lead.

— “Yes! Just like that! A bit more slutty and you’ll be perfect!” The casting director yelled at you from the background of your Calvin Klein campaign, You laughed hearing the last part as you posed on the set strutting your body in different ways.

In the recent years of you becoming a rising star in both the athletic world & the modelling world you’ve been booked & busy with these kinds of activities & activities. The one thing that sold the most was your partner shoots with another male athletes or actors.

The first time it happens it was by total accident when the director doubled booked 2 models at the same time but seeing how much money it brought in for you & the companies, you had to basically expect for some handsome famous guy to come & sweep you off your feet.

As you were posing the casting director stopped the photographer as he walked onto the set to whisper something into your ear,“Darling you know how much I love your smile but, we don’t need it here. Look fierce! Look alive! Look sexy!”

He begun to adjust your facial expression by pulling your bottom lip out just a bit to create a naughty but nice type of pout along with curling your eyelashes a bit more to make them look “doe-y” at one angle then “siren-y” the next.

Once he backed away and resumed the shoot you took his advice & begun to pose is much more suggestive ways; ways that your mother would’ve smacked you for if she saw the magazine you’d be front & center in.

“Lovely! That’s what I’m looking for!” He yelled out waving his hands around in an attempt to hype you up.

Soon the flashes stopped as he turned to the photographer looking at the photos he took to approve them, he sent an approval nod his way signalling the standby staff to clear the set & hand you a robe.

As you walked off the casting director engulfed you into a hug patting the back of your head, “You did great today, your next set is in your change-room. As you know that’ll be your collaborative project. Get excited”

You both exchanged cheek kisses before your waddled to change-room feeling exposed & quite cold actually. As you opened the door you immediately searched for the clothes you were going to wear.

Except you only found a pair of pants & the iconic Calvin Klein underwear, not a shirt in sight. You begun to look around trying to see if your shirt was misplaced. Or at-least a bra; you never signed up for a topless shoot.

“My set missing a—!” As you walked out of the change-room holding the “outfit” you were supposed to wear you locked eyes with non other than— Neymar Junior. Neymar fucking Junior.

The Neymar Junior who broke your nose in Secondary School, The Neymar who cut your hair in middle school, The Neymar Junior Santos who tripped you in the halls. That Neymar Junior.

“He’s the super hot athlete? Oh, just kill me now.” You yelled out throwing your arms in the air as you spun your heels speed walking towards your change room grabbing your manager by the arm digging your nails into his arm.

As you slammed the door you shoved him into the couch throwing the clothes on the table as you flopped down beside him, “Seriously? Seriously! You hyped this up so much I thought I was gonna do a shoot with the Stephen Curry.”

“Just listen—” He tried to explain, you slammed your finger onto his mouth signalling him not talk as you shook your head side to side very slowly with an evil scowl on your face.

“I’m having a moment here! I specially said anyone but him! Did you know he broke my—!” You explained flailing your arms in the air as you fell over on the couch resting your head on the armrest.

“Yes I know you’ve told the story a million times and more, to be fair you weren’t all the kind to him either.” He cut you off as he stood up from the couch, “I tried to reason with them but you both are very popular on the internet. You even have fanclub—”

“Ew! Don’t even mention that to me. I’ll just suck it up & hold my breath till I die on set & blame him for 1st degree murder.” You grumbled swinging your legs off the couch as you sat back up staring right at the wall blankly.

“Your loss. I personally think he’s kinda cute—!”

“Get out!” You shrieked throwing your pillow at him as he rushed out of the room laughing at your reaction. You got up & begun pacing around the room chewing on your thumb nail as you pondered about how you could even do this.

You weren’t even worried about Neymar as much as you were worried about your long-term boyfriend Lucas Paqueta seeing this. You half naked pressed against another man; his best friend according to the concept photos you were given.

“I’ll just explain it to him later. He knows how much I hate him anyways!” You took a deep breath shaking off any negative thoughts you had lingering in your mind as you begun to get dressed.

It didn’t take long since all you had to put on was a pair of underwear, jeans, & a pair of nipple covers. Thankfully they ate last provided you with that seeing as how you felt as if you were about to film a porno.

You walked towards the mirror hands held on your breasts as you looked up and down at your attire embarrassed look melted onto your face. “Neymar Junior is going to see my boobs.” You muttered out, in disbelief.

“Neymar Junior is going to see, my boobs! As you took in the fact you begun to laugh uncontrollably at the irony of the situation, your arch enemy since your birth is going to be touching your boobs; a place only a select few were even allowed to see.

You wiped the small tears forming at the corner of your eyes due to excess laughter as you pulled out of your phone from your pocket feeling it vibrate from a text that read.“We’re ready for you.”

You sighed saying a small prayer before walking out of the change-room hands covering your chest, as the shoes you were wearing made noise the casting director along with Neymar turned their heads to look at you. “Woman of the hour!”

“Yeah.” You nervously chuckled as you slowly made your way to the edge of the set, despite taking literal baby steps you made it there in a shorter time than you’d like, as you stood there staring straight ahead right past Neymar’s eyes that didn’t leave your body.

“Did you look at the concept photos?” The casting director asked you as you completely zoned out all the background noises, your heart begun to pound as you took in that this was really happening.

“Yeah I did.” You muttered out as you turned your head slowly towards the director awkward smile on your face as you felt Neymar’s gaze being branded onto your skin.

“Well we’re scrapping that one, this is what the first pose will be.” The casting director handed you a photo face down already making you suspicious, when you flipped the photo your eyes nearly flew out of your sockets.

“What the fuck is this!” You whispered shouted in disbelief as to what you were seeing, not only were you going to be literally topless, Neymar’s head was going to be resting: on your breasts.

You hadn’t even noticed that his hands were going to be resting on your ass. “We are not filming a porno! You’ve gotta change this now.”

“This is what is going to sell. It sold back then it’ll sell now. Come one darling, just this once. For me.” He pleaded with you grabbing you by your shoulders.

“No! Not unless you pay me millions! Even if you can You’re gonna owe me. Big time. largely.” Hearing that the director smiled at you before ushering you onto the set where you stood awkwardly beside Neymar who had a stupid smirk on his face. “Alright places everyone.”

Once you heard that you grit your teeth and furrowed your eyebrows as you eased onto the floor of the set, you hesitated before crawling into Neymar’s lap hands hovering just centimetres away from his waist with him doing the same cringing away from your body.

Just before the photographer begun to take photos the director begun to yell once again,“Ugh no no no! Hands on her waist, hands on his waist, look seductive, look like you want to fuck each other!”

You grew goosebumps just hearing that as you muttered under your breath “ew”, you rolled yo ur eyes looking away from Neymar’s annoyed gaze, “This is an underwear company! you’re advertising underwear! hands off your sides and pose!”

“Don’t think I’m enjoying touching your repulsive body, I’m doing this because I have too.” He muttered under his breath emphasizing the “repulsive” making your skin crawl.

“Your breath stinks.” You replied pinching him in his side as hard as you could, seeing him wince in pain gave you a weird boost of satisfaction, as you both bickered with the occasional pinch coming his way you both tuned our the director till he yelled.

“I’m not paying you both millions to look like constipated scorpions! Positions! Now!” He yelled out using the paper in his hand to fan his forehead which was sweating quite heavily, hearing him be so angry out of nowhere frightened you enough to relax just enough to look natural.

Once you both had relaxed easing into each other the rest of the set had gone smoothly with minimal arguing from both of your sides; especially your side since you were quite literally topless. “Wonderful Job guys! Your cheque’s will be emailed to you shortly.”

Once the set was clearing out you stood there waiting for your robe to be handed to you as you shivered, the studio was a lot colder than you had realized. As you were standing around you noticed Neymar hadn’t left quite yet & he was looking a bit red.

“Ew, Are you blushing? I know I have great boobs, but no need to get embarrassed y’know? I’m sure your girlfriend—”

“My God, Will you just shut up?” Neymar shouted at you as he begun to scratch his skin, little blotches of red begun to show on his skin— not that you’d notice them of course.

“Shut up? Did you just tell me to shut up? Do you want me to rip your jaw off? Or did you forget who you were talking too? You turned your body to face him as you looked him up & down with disgust & annoyance in your eyes.

As you were cussing him out you didn’t even notice he hadn’t given you a snarky response back or just pushed pasted you like he always did confusing you, as you took a closer look at him you noticed he was developing a skin rash; hives.

“What the fuck? What type of rash are you developing?” You asked as you backed away wrapping your robe around your body tightly, watching him scratch his body frantically grossed you out enough to just leave the set & go back to your change-room.

Just before you were able to set foot into your room you heard a loud boom, along with a shriek alarming you greatly. As you rushed towards the noise you were met with Neymar breathing heavily on the floor with his assistant all over him trying to find out what was wrong.

A crowd gathered around him as some people were calling the ambulance while others were helping in anyway they could, as you stood there looking at him try to take in a breath you spun your heels turning back to your room.

“What the absolute fuck is going on?” You muttered out backing away from the crowd as you slipped back into your change-room slamming the door before locking it, you slid down the door trying to figure out why that was happening.

As you wondered it had finally hit you, recently you were gifted a body-care set that was based upon real strawberries giving you a long lasting strawberry scent all day— the only problem? Neymar was severely allergic to them.

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[gavi4me]

No Nut November Pt.2

Word count - 2.6k+

Warnings - bj, p in v, cursing, (lmk if more)

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The day of the 30th, Pablo had a match. Not just any match. An El Classico. You knew Pablo had been quite anxious about this match, staying longer at practices to workout and improve on skills. It was better than coming home to a stunning girl who he couldn’t touch. Most days, he wouldn’t come home till late, even though that day was only a morning practice. It often left you to eat dinner alone and put yourself to sleep. You knew how much this Classico meant for him, it being the last of 2023 and him wanting to end November in a high.

You woke up, bright early, the sun shining down on you as you heard the shower running. You stretched out your arms before checking your phone to check the time. It was 6:52. Since it was game day, Pablo woke up at 6 45 to get ready and get everything ready before heading to the stadium to meet up with the team. You got up and slipped on your slippers, walking over to the bathroom, where the shower sounds were coming from. You opened the door slyly, peeking your head through to see Pablo’s naked back facing you. You bit your lip at the thought of seeing him like this and still not being allowed to cure the wetness in between your folds. You closed the door as you entered the bathroom tiptoeing before stripping off your clothes, leaving you in only your underwear before opening the shower door and hugging his torso. He jumped up in fright before turning around to see your devilish smile staring up at him.

“Jesus y/k.” He grabbed his chest. “At this early in the morning you still know how to get to me..” he said while rubbing his thumb along your cheek.

“I thought I’d surprise you before your game bebé..” you said giving his a spin in your tight underwear.

“Give me another spin will you..” he said, biting his lip. You turned around once more. Keeping your back facing him for a few seconds before turning back to face him.

“If you don’t leave this shower, I might not be able to last the few hours we have left ” He said, picking you up by the waist and walking you out of the shower, feet still wet and throwing you onto the bed before running to the bathroom and locking the door behind him. You sat on the bed defeated. You went down to the kitchen, still naked to make breakfast before going to the living room and picking out a show to watch.

About an hour later, Pablo came downstairs with dry hair, training kit, and bag all ready for the game. You had prepared him a bagel and coffee so he could have a quick bite before leaving.

“Pedri’s here bebé!” he yelled from the kitchen. “Come here to give me a kiss!!”

You walked over to the door, ass bouncing with every step and tea in one hand. When Pablo looked up, he was met by the gaze of your naked self, standing in only underwear, the one you had been wearing before. You walked closer to him giving him a hug, making sure your nipples grazed his shirt.

“I’m gonna miss you amor..” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull yourself up. Pablo chuckled a little bit before dropping you, pecking your lips once and yelling out a quick “I love you” and was off to his game. You were confused as to why he left so quickly and hadn’t responded to what you said. You went upstairs to your closet, going through the many lingeries Pablo had bought for you in the past. You picked up a white set and changed quickly before snapping a photo in mirror. Without another thought, you sent it to Pablo and turned off your phone.

Pablo was still in the car with pedri when the message went through. Pedri saw Pablo shift in his seat and asked him what was wrong. Pablo closed your message quickly and turned to look at the confused boy.

“Oh nothing” Pablo lied, shutting his phone of completely and looking out the window.

You stared at the ‘read’ that appeared on your screen. The ‘…’ signifying he was typing never showed up. You threw your phone down and fell back onto the bed.

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You found your seat in the vip and took a seat. Pablo had been warming up and caught your eye. He gave you a little wink before carrying on with his kick ups. The game went well in the first half, 2 - 1 to Barca and no major fights breaking out. The second half went even better - 3-1 to Barca and vinicus jr got a red card for pulling Araujo’s shirt and injuring Lewy. You waited for gavi outside of the locker room and he ran to you when he was finally released.

“BEBÉ!!” He screamed, picking you up so your legs wrapped around his waist and he bounced you up and down as everyone was cheering with their loved one/family and speakers played music in the back.

“Hmmmm looks like my campeón is getting a reward tonight” you whispered in his ear as he held you still, still in his arms.

“Even if we didn’t win I would still bend you over..” he whispered back. You began giggling and Pablo smiled at you, kissing your lips before placing you down and saying bye to everyone.

“Pablo, Hermano. Aren’t you gonna come celebrate with us?” Lamine asked. The poor kid had no clue of what NNN was. Pedri nudged the oblivious boy forcing him to ask what. Pedri whispered something into his ear, causing lamine to slap a hand to his mouth, staring at the two of you before walking back into the changing room. Everyone burst out laughing before you two headed home. The drive home was a quiet, comfortable silence. Pablo’s hand was rubbing little circles on your thigh and you were holding it there with yours.

As soon as the front door closed, hands were on you and you were pushed against a wall. Pablo’s lips attacked yours as you moved a hand into his short, wavy hair. He picked you up, taking the two of you to the bedroom.

Before he could drop you onto the bed, you slid out of his arms and pushed him down instead. He tilted his head up to look at you with a questioning face.

“You’re a campeón. Lemme treat you” you winked before pulling your jeans fully off. You walked towards him, climbing on top as you rested your core on his stomach and began rocking yourself back and fourth. You bent over to begin kissing his chest, leaving a few hickeys here and there before sitting up to hover above him on your knees. You turned around, bending down so your head was dug deep into the comforter while your core was facing him. You began rubbing your clit through you minuscule thong before moving it to the side and licking two fingers, moving a hand up to play with your folds - a wet noise coming out of it. You lifted your head up to kiss his foot as you finally stuck a finger in. Gavi simultaneously gripping and squeezing your ass and watching in awe. You worked your second finger into your lips and began full on finger fucking yourself right in front of Pablo’s eyes. “F..fuck baby.” Pablo groaned as his name gleamed on your back under the hallway lights, turning him on even more. “Who are you thinking of while you fuck your tight little pussy?”. You curled your fingers, whimpering in response. “Y..you Pablo.”. His lips formed into a cocky smirk. “What am I doing to you in that tiny little head of yours.” He asked, giving your ass a harsh smack before soothing the spot that had turned red. “I..I’m o..on to..top of y..you and riding yo..your bi- IYE” you moaned as you hit your g spot. “..cock” you finished. Gavi held your wrist in place to cease any further movement before finally pulling your fingers out and sucking them dry. “You’re still the campeon.” You frowned. “Lemme treat you.” You repeated. Gavi laid back down as you went back to your original position - on your knees above him. You started with his shirt - pulling it off completely before moving onto his pants. You started from his pecks, kissing all the way down until you reached his boxers. You pulled those off as you sucked hickeys onto his abdomen. You looked up at him as you took his shaft into your hand and toyed with the tip, his breathing growing increasingly faster. “C..can I suck it…?” You whispered in a quiet voice. Pablo nodded his head eagerly, desperate for any sort of pleasure that was created by you. You gave it a few tugs before fully sinking your mouth in. You closed your eyes and hollowed your cheeks and swirling your tongue around his base before beginning to move. You bobbed your head up and down at a fast and rapid pace as you reached beneath the jersey you still on and unclipped your bra, it promptly dropping onto Gavi’s leg. You began to toy and pull at your nipples as you held your head deep down Pablo’s cock, moaning in the process.

Gavi meanwhile was a mess of a man. His head was thrown back, deep into the pillow. His hair was messy from him you ruffling it. Beads of sweat formed all along his forehead and his hands became shaky. You took him out of your mouth to tell him to use you. To do anything he wanted because it was like the kid had forgotten about his ‘Dom male’ persona whilst in bed. You gathered a bit of spit to lubricate him even more before taking his tip to in between your lips, not going any farther. A groan slipped from Pablo’s lips when he realized you weren’t going to budge, taking matters into his own hands and thrusting into your mouth once. His hand found the back of your head and bobbed your head up and down over and over again until his cum shot down your throat. He held you down for a second more before releasing you. You crawled over to lay next to him on your side before sticking you tongue out to show him you had indeed swallowed. He raised his thumb to wipe the remaining substance and gave you the signal to lick it up before kissing you hard and bringing you to sit in his lap.

Gavi slid his tongue into your lips, tasting himself from your tongue and smiling before pulling away and prompting you on your knees. You made a move to take the jersey off but gavi slapped your hand away and told you to keep it on. You grabbed his cock and brought it up to your lips where you finally sunk in. You both gasped in harmony before you began bouncing. You leaned forward and began to cage him in between your arms, leaving open mouth kisses all along his shoulders to try muffling the moans that successfully escaped your lips. Gavi moved him hands from your ass to your back to hug you and hold you into his chest before beginning to take control and thrust up into you. Your arms finally gave out and went to underneath Gavi’s back, caressing the muscle there. “P..Pablo..” you whimpered as he began pounding into you, balls deep inside. “I love it when you say my name..”. His hips sped up and you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten, causing you to scream in pleasure. “I..I need it P..Pablo,” you whined, “po..por favor”. A few tear drops left your eye. He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back. “What do you need, bebé?” He asked in a soft voice, slowing down his hips to talk to you. “I..I need to c…cum” you sobbed out. “You’ve been such a good girl today.” He said while wiping a tear from your eye and began moving his hips at the same fast pace he had earlier. His tip found that special spot inside you once again and began to abuse your cervix with how deep he was hitting. You screamed as the tight feeling returned to your stomach and you felt gavi twitch. “Cum for me” he whispered before you finally released the knot and came all around his member. A second later Gavi finished as well inside of you. His seed began dripping once he pulled out after a few minutes of you cockwarming him.

Gavi flipped you over so you were on your back and pulled you to the middle of the bed. You smiled though still recovering from your last high. You pushed your tits together and began massaging them before you felt him enter once again. You closed your eyes tight, causing for little wrinkles to appear on your nose and your mouth became agape. Gavi caged you under him, kissing your forehead once before moving his head a bit down to be at eye level with you. “Open your eyes pretty girl.” He purred. “I want you to look at me as I fuck this tight little pussy.”. You opened your eyes and tilted your head down to where all the action was happening and bit your lip. You looked Pablo in the eyes and noticed every little detail and motion of his features. From his nose flaring to the little beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. He stopped for a second to grab your legs and pull them over your shoulders to reach even deeper. You felt your stomach begin to tighten signaling you were close. As you released it you kissed him on the lips and bit his bottom lip before letting your tongue explore his mouth. Gavi sped up, now chasing his own high and finished a minute after you.

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“You can take it.” Pablo spat. “Come on I’m s..so close. You’re doing so g..good.”. You were nearing your 5th and final orgasm in the shower. You gripped the railing you been bent against and was practically the only thing holding you up from how deep he was pounding into you. Gavi pulled you buy your hair to his chest allowing for you to wrap your arms around his neck and for him to reach deeper at the new found angle. You screamed as you felt him hitting your g spot over and over again with the mixture of him rubbing your clit. Before he could cum, he dropped you back down on too the bar and came all over your back in thick ropes. He entered your hole again, slapping your ass twice before you finally finished. You stayed bent over for another minute to catch your breath before gavi picked you up to go under the stream to clean you up.

As you two got settled under the covers of your bed, Gavi pulled you over to lay on his chest allowing for you to cuddle in deeper and be more connected.

No nut November is hard, but it’s all worth it at the end.

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That took forever but it was worth it!!! Also guess whose birthday it is 😍😍

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[soursturniolo]

Surprise • Chris Sturniolo

pairing: chris sturniolo/fem!reader

summary: you surprise chris with some lingerie in a certain color

tags: curvy reader, chris loving curves but being an ass man (are we surprised? no.) chris calling the reader mama a couple times, daddy kink bc we know this mf likes that, lingerie, oral, fingering, sex, unprotected sex (this is fiction, pls wrap before you tap it irl), light breeding kink if you squint

NSWF CONTENT BELOW! THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

Chris had been so busy over the last two weeks. Him and his brothers had been working nonstop on prerecording and organizing for their tour. Because of this, it’s been a while since we were last intimate, besides a couple of risky photos I had sent to tease him about a week ago.

Tonight that was changing. He was coming over to my apartment after finishing the last car video they were prerecording. As I waited, I started to get ready. Fresh out of the shower, shaved and exfoliated so my skin would be super soft and smooth, I smiled to myself as I looked at what I was about to put on. I had recently gotten a little present for him as a surprise. It was a lacy lingerie set in his color, orange. The lace was sheer, and left little to the imagination. I normally don’t go for underwear like this, but I wanted to get something extra pretty and special for my man. The set showed off my curves beautifully. The lacy panties were cheeky, showing off my ass which I knew would have Chris drooling. He always loved how curvy I am, and made sure to remind me often that he loves a little something more to hold on to. The bra was a balconette style, which accented my chest wonderfully. The set made me feel so sexy, as it accented my assets and curves.

I didn’t want to be so obvious about my intentions when he arrived, so I threw on a pair of pjs on top of it. As I pulled on the old baggy fresh love shirt I was wearing with a pair of sleep shorts, I heard my front door to my apartment open. I had given Chris the spare key a couple weeks ago and it always made me smile when he used it to get in. It felt so domestic and cute that we both were so close and comfortable with each other.

I walked down the hall from my room to meet him in the living room with open arms. He smiled down at me and wrapped me in his embrace.

“Hey mama,” he said, giving me a squeeze, his hands low on my waist.

“Hey, how was filming?” I asked as one of my hands rubbed relaxing circles on his back and the other drifted into his hair. He hadn’t worn a hat tonight, which made me happy as it gave me easier access to his soft locks of hair. He looked so good tonight, wearing black sweats and a black tank.

“It was good, made a real funny car video for next week,” he told me.

“That’s good, have you eaten? Do you want me to make you something?” I ask.

“Yeah, we ate before filming so I’m good, just ready to lay down with you.” He tells me, leaning down to press his lips to mine softly.

I kissed him back, deepening the kiss. Our tongues met as you made out. My fingers gripped his hair lightly as I brought my other hand to his chest and then up to his jaw. One of Chris’s hands came up to cup the back of my head, while the other drifted down from my waist to give my butt a squeeze which made me laugh into the kiss.

“You’re so predictable” I laugh against him. He smiles against my lips as he gives my ass another squeeze.

“Not my fault you’re built like a goddess,” he says, before kissing across my cheek and jaw, kisses moving down to my neck, sucking softly. I move my head to the side, eyes drifting shut as I let out a soft sigh. His lips on my neck while his hands caressed my curves and behind felt so good. It had been so long since the last time we had sex I already felt myself getting wet, and Chris had barely done anything.

“Missed you, baby,” he whispers against my skin before resuming his opened mouth kisses pressing his hips against mine, making me feel how hard he is for me already.

“Wanna take you right here on the sofa, mama. Make you feel so good, baby,” he whispers huskily. His hand began drifting up my shirt, and before his hand could reach my bra I stopped him, grabbing his hand and moving it out of my shirt. I didn’t want to give away the surprise just yet.

At this, Chris pulled back, his eyebrows furrowed a bit.

“You okay, baby? I’m sorry, we don’t have to do anything tonight,” he checks in with me, making my heart warm. He’s secretly such a gentleman. I’m quick to reassure him that no, I very much want to.

“I want to, handsome. I’ve just got a surprise,” I tell him with a wink, grabbing his hand and pulling him to follow me to my bedroom. I sit him down at the end of my bed and stand between his spread legs.

“Close your eyes,” I whisper to him, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Yes, ma’am” he responds, closing his eyes and smiling as he hears me giggle.

I begin to remove my clothes, and the rustle of fabric makes Chris smirk.

“Think I’m going to like this surprise” he says, voice returning to that suggestive tone.

“I hope so,” I whisper, suddenly feeling a bit nervous as I stand there in barely anything now. Just me in the lingerie set, which doesn’t hide anything.

“Open your eyes, handsome,” I tell him.

His eyes drift open, meeting mine and blinking a few times, before they widen as they trail down from my face, down my chest to my hips and legs. I see his throat move as he swallows dryly.

“Fuck, mama,” he whispers hoarsely. The way his eyes cascade over my curves and how wrecked he sounds from just looking at me makes any insecurity I had evaporate.

I smile and do a little twirl, almost laughing when I hear him let out a groan when he catches a glimpse of my ass.

“God, baby,” he whispers, “you’re unreal.”

I smile as I come to face him again. His eyes still trail over me, like they don’t know where to look next, like he cannot get enough. He looks at me like he wants to devour me and it makes my heart pump loudly in my ears. I rest my hands on his shoulders and I move to straddle him, my knees resting on the bed on each side of his hips. I lower myself to where my core is resting on his throbbing hard on. We both let out breathy moans as our nether regions press together.

Chris’s hands move to caress my skin. His hands drift over my sides and hips, playing with the lace on my panties before coming down to grab my ass, a hand on each cheek as he pulls me to rock against him. I press my lips back to his and feel our tongues caress each other as I rock against him, grinding down on him. My hands drift down to grasp the hem of his tank, both of us only ceasing kissing long enough for us both to work together to yank it off of him. My hands run over his chest before drifting back up into his hair.

I let out a surprised squeak when Chris turns and practically tosses me up the bed, moving on top of me.

Chris trails kisses up my stomach, over the expanse of my chest and then up my neck, his hands roaming my thighs and ass, grabbing and massaging me.

He eventually comes up face to face with me. His pupils are blown wide and his breathing is a little heavy just as mine is.

“Can I eat you out, baby? Wanna taste you, you look so fucking pretty under me,” he whispers huskily.

“Please, daddy,” I beg. Chris moans lowly at this trailing kisses down my body before he comes to the waistband of my panties.

He gently grabs the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down my legs before throwing them off the bed. He lays between my legs, trailing kisses up my inner thighs before finally getting to where I want him most.

“So wet for me already baby,” he observes, giving my clit a soft kiss before really digging in. He starts by licking my clit softly, tongue caressing my clit and folds. I sigh out a soft moan, myfingers finding their way into his hair. Suddenly I feel a finger probing at my entrance, there but not quite entering me yet.

“Please,” I moan, legs falling open a bit wider for him. Chris’s lips leave my pussy, the opposite of what I want, making me whine softly.

“Tell me what you want, baby, I’ll give you anything you ask for,” Chris whispers, before diving back into eating me out.

“Want your fingers, daddy, please,” I beg softly, and are immediately rewarded with two of his long fingers pressing their way inside me, softly caressing my pillowy walls for a few strokes before angling up and rubbing almost constantly against that sweet spot inside of me.

He sucks harder at my clit as he finger fucks me, quickly bringing me to the edge. My legs clench around his head, which just encourages Chris to go rougher and faster. I’m moaning nonstop, back arching on the mattress as I finally reach my orgasm, crying out Chris’s name and gripping his hair tighter, pushing his face against me harder.

He easies me through my orgasm, removing his lips from my now sensitive clit and opting to leave kisses on my thigh, making his way up to my hip. His fingers slow to a stop inside of me before easing out gently. He kisses me once more above my mound before crawling back up to face me, smiling at my blissed out expression.

“How you feeling, baby?” He asks voice husky.

“Good, want you,” I whisper, voice breathy and soft.

“Want you too, baby,” he whispers back, quickly taking off his sweats and boxers. His hands are back on me quickly, lingering on my hips before caressing up my sides and under my back, his right hand going to the clasps of the bra I still had on.

“Can I take this off, mama? You looked so gorgeous all dressed up for me, but I just wanna see you now,” he asks as I feel him kiss at my neck and collarbones.

“Mhmm,” I sigh in agreement, still blissed out from my orgasm. Chris continues to kiss my neck and begin to nip and suck at the skin there as he skillfully unclasps my bra, pulling it off of me and throwing it in the same direction he had thrown my panties earlier.

“So pretty,” he murmurs as his hands come up to cup my breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. I bring my hands up and rest them over his hands, making him squeeze me a little harder. I feel his dick twitch against the inside of my thigh. I reach down between us both, gently grasping him in my hand, giving him a few tugs. I run my thumb over the tip, taking the precum that had seeped out and running it down his long and thick shaft. Chris moans lowly at my hand on him. He always said my hand always felt so much better than his own. Dainty but grasping firmly.

“wanna ride you, please?” I ask him, pressing kisses to his neck and chest.

“anything you want, baby,” he agrees. He moves to sit up against the headboard and I move on still shaky legs to straddle him, hands coming to rest on his shoulders to steady myself. His hands come up hold my hips to steady me. His hands are soft and warm as they give me a little squeeze.

I reach down between us both and grasp him, lining him up and quickly lowering myself all the way down to the hilt. I watch with hooded eyes as his jaw drops open with a broken low moan, his head falling back against the headboard as his grip tightens on my hips to the point I think I’ll have bruises tomorrow. I let out a whimper once I’m fully seated, pleasure and pain melting together at the burning stretch of taking him so quickly.

Chris’s chest heaves under my hands as he looks at me with blown pupils.

“Shit, baby, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, voice husky.

“You’re so deep, Chris, feel so full,” I tell him, my voice sounding as wrecked as I feel.

“yeah? normally don’t take me so quick, you okay?” He asks quickly, wanting to check in. Normally we both took the first thrust in pretty slow, but this time I had done it pretty quickly. It had burned a bit at first, but it was worth it to see his reaction at the surprise. I smile at him checking in on me, leaning in to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

“I’m fine, but thank you for asking,” I say before leaning back in to give him a much slower kiss. It quickly became something hot and dirty, me basically cockwarming him as our lips and tongue moved together. I made yourself clench around him, causing him to let out a groan into the kiss, his hands tightening on my hips.

“If you keep doing that, im not going to be able to hold back,” he whispers against my lips.

“Don’t,” I tell him.

I gasp as he moves suddenly, repositioning us both so I’m on my back with him above me, he grips my hips as he begins to thrust into me. He pulls out nearly all the way each time, before thrusting back in. His left hand trails down from my hip to my thigh, pulling my leg up to wrap around him. The rhythm is fast and rough and the angle is so deep I feel like he’s in my throat every time he thrusts in to the hilt.

My nails dig into his shoulder blades as I cry out with each well-angled thrust, each time he presses against the bundle of nerves inside me that take my breath away. My eyes trail over his face, expression determined and full of pleasure.

One thrust is a little sharper than the others, making me cry out his name and throw my head back against the sheets as I wither in pleasure under him. Chris takes the opportunity to begin leaving open mouthed kisses on my neck, his lips and tongue caressing my skin.

“Feel so good under me, mama, taking me so well,” he whispers against my skin, making me whimper at the praise.

“Please,” I whine, tightening my leg around him, pulling him closer so he makes shorter thrusts, staying in me more now and only pulling out halfway before thrusting back in with each thrust. My arousal now seeps out, I’m dripping for him and all the pleasure he’s bringing me.

“So good and wet for me, baby, you close?” He asks huskily, his thrusts becoming more powerful, jarring my body a bit with each stroke. Wet sounds could be heard with every push in and out.

“Yes, yes, please don’t stop, daddy, please, want you to cum for me too, please cum in me daddy,” I beg him, voice high and whiny as I babble out pleads, drunk on him and the pleasure he’s giving me.

He groans at my words, leaning down so we’re pressed chest to chest as he continues, never ceasing his powerful and fast thrusts.

“Yeah, baby? Want me to fill you up? Mark you as mine, ruin you for anyone else, get you so full of me” he mutters against my skin

My stomach tightens and I moan as I feel myself getting closer. His right hand moves down between us both to rub tight circles on my sensitive clit in time with his thrusts, and after a few more seconds I’m a goner. My vision whites out for a second when I let go, a warm wave of pleasure working its way across my body from head to toe as I cum. I tighten around him, pussy pulsing and clenching around his length as my legs tighten around his hips holding him in place to the hilt. I cry out as my nails rake down his back in blinding pleasure.

At the same time, Chris groans, hips stuttering and jerking against me as he cums, overwhelmed by my warmth, wetness, and clenching around him. I sigh as I come down from my high, catching my breath as I look up at the man above me. My hands come up to caress his face and play with his hair softly as he also catches his breath. Chris turns his head to the side slightly to give my hand that was caressing his jaw a soft kiss as he pulls out of me.

He flops down on the bed beside me, taking me in his arms and kissing the top of my head.

“love you,” he murmurs.

“Love you too, pretty boy,” I answer. Then, I grimace a bit at feeling his cum beginning to dribble out of me. I loved when we didn’t bother with condoms, there wasn’t much of a point since we both are in a very committed relationship and I’m on birth control, but I hated the feeling of him leaking out of me.

Chris noticed and smirked, kissing the corner of my mouth as his hand trailed down between my legs. I feel two of his long fingers collect what had begun to dribble out of me, before pushing it back in. He fingers me slowly, fucking his cum back deep inside me, making me moan. His thumb rubs firm circles on my still sensitive and swollen clit. Before I even know it, I’m tumbling over the edge for the third time tonight, crying out Chris’s name in a broken moan. He works me through my high gently before pulling his fingers out of me.

Chris grabs the tissues from my bedside stand, making quick work of cleaning me up before he wipes himself down. Once he’s done, he’s grabbing my comforter, pulling it over the two of us as I rest against the pillows, eyes starting to drift shut. Chris lays down beside me under the covers and I immediately burrow my head into his chest, leaving a soft kiss there above his heartbeat as I drift to sleep cuddled in his arms.

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A Misunderstanding IV

Father Miguel O’Hara x Mother Spider woman

->Pt. I Pt. V

Summary: Spending the day with Miguel yesterday brought the two of you back to how it use to be six years ago.

I love this photo of casual dad Miguel! I couldn’t find the artist.🥲If you know who is the artist please lmk!!!

Also, for some reason tumblr won’t let me reply to you guys in the comments. And my comments have been removed for some reason. Does anyone know how to fix that?😭😭😭 I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to respond!🥺💕

Btw is anyone able to still see my comments on my other posts?

There will be an 18+ scene at the beginning and another one towards the middle end. Skip passed it if you feel uncomfortable.

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Hope you enjoy!💕

Wc: 5.1k

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Miguel gazed down at your sleeping form, snuggling against his shoulder on the couch. He brushed a few strands of your hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead softly. Careful not to wake you up, he gently lifted you into his arms as he carried you to the bedroom.

He gently set you down on the bed, moving the sheets over your body before returning to the living room and picking up his sleeping son. As he tucks his son into his race car bed, he gently brushes some of his hair back. Strangers would say his son was the spitting image of him. But as he gazes at Mateo’s sleeping form, he sees more of you in his face. As he noticed, the past few days he’s been here, the way Mateo scrunches up his nose when he doesn’t like something, just like his mother. Or when he hears you mumble in your sleep. A small smile twitches when he hears Mateo do the same thing.

Quietly shutting Mateo’s door, he made his way to your bedroom. He removed his shirt and sweatpants and draped them over the chair as he pulled the covers back and got into bed. Miguel gazed towards you as he felt you shift towards him in your sleep. He wrapped an arm around your waist, bringing you close to his chest. As he kissed your cheek, he got a whiff of your shampoo. You smelled like a breath of fresh spring air. Of course, with a small hint of cherry blossom. The day’s events, plus your soothing scent, forced his eyes to close as he drifted to sleep.

The bright light of the sun awoke the tired spider from his peaceful slumber. He had forgotten where he was for a brief second until he looked at your sleeping form. You had turned to face him as you breathed softly against his chest. His heart swelled at the sight. It wasn’t a dream. You were really sleeping beside him.

He mentally groaned when he knew he needed to check his watch and ensure nothing important came up at HQ. Gently leaving the bed, he quickly grabbed his watch from the kitchen before returning.

After all this time staring at screens, he needed to wear glasses to help lessen the strain on his eyes.

It was only a few minutes of looking at work before he heard a moan escape from your lips. Seconds later, another one came out, followed by his name. A smirk appeared as he gazed at you, squirmy slightly under the covers. He shifted slightly as he felt himself getting hard. Glancing again, he noticed you wake up as he forced his direction back toward his work.

“Buenos días cariño.”

“Good morning.” He could tell you were uncomfortable as you shifted your thighs together, making the sheets around you move. He leaned down and caressed your cheek.

“Did you have a nice dream?”

Your eyes widen, cheeks turning a shade of pink. “I-I um.”

“It’s alright, Hermosa. Do you need me to help with anything?” Miguel gently caressed your thigh as he slowly moved it toward your inner thigh and up towards-

“N-no, I’m good. I’m going to take a sh-shower.” You move the covers off and walk towards your bedroom bathroom. Closing the door, you turned on the shower and took off your PJs and underwear. You bite your lips contemplating whether or not you should follow the agonizing heat building up between your legs. A groan escapes your lips as you open the door halfway. You step into the tub and let the waterfall on your face.

A hand wrapped around your stomach, bringing you against the strong-built body standing under the water with you. Miguel brushed some of your hair from your shoulder as he placed soft kisses from your jawline down to your shoulder. You felt his other hand begin to graze down between your thighs. His fingers brushed your clit as his other hand massaged your breast. Your head fell back against him as you felt him insert two fingers into your soaking folds.

“I’ve missed touching you.” He whispered in your ear as he began a steady thrust. His large rough fingers feeling your inner walls.

“I’ve missed you too.” You moaned out as he tweaked your hard nipples with his free hand.

“What did you dream about, mi amor?” He quickened his pace with his fingers as you felt his hard cock against you.

“Your fingers were inside me.” You managed to get out as you felt his fingers curl inside you.

“What else did I do to you?”

Words were hard to put together at the constant curling of his thick fingers inside you as you began to feel that joyous tightening in your stomach. You gently move your hips to thrust onto his fingers, desperate to be filled more.

“Needy, aren’t you. Did I fuck you with only my fingers in your dream?”

“N-no.”

“Then what else? Tell me, cariño. Or-“A groan of frustration left you as he removed his fingers from you.

“Miguel!” Miguel turned you around as he gently slapped your ass, indicating you to jump into his arms. He grabbed you by the thighs and lifted you against the wall as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your lips smashed against each other as you ran your hands through his hair. Miguel’s tongue explored your mouth as the tip of cock grazed the entrance of your wet folds.

“I won’t continue unless you say.” A grin was placed on his lips which made your eyes roll in frustration.

“You were going to fuck me. But I woke up before anything else happened.” You placed your lips on his. You missed this. So much. How much you missed his touch, lips, and his scent of woody musk with a hint of lavender.

“Well, let’s continue where we left off.” Miguel positioned himself with your entrance as he began to enter you. A moan escapes you as you stretch to accommodate his large size.

“Fuck your tight.” Miguel fully thrust himself inside you as you groaned in pleasure and pain. You never would have thought it would hurt again. But it had been a long time since you had sex, and damn did you miss having it. The tightness made Miguel impatient as he began slamming himself into you.

Feeling his ridges roughly slide against your walls quickly, you melt into his arms. Your nails dig into his back to compensate for the constant pounding into your pussy. Miguel smashes his lips on yours, hungry to taste you. His fangs accidentally nick your lower lip. You wipe the drop of blood from your lips with your tongue as Miguel’s lustful gaze watches. He moves his lips to your neck, leaving marks across your skin.

“Cum for me, amor.” The knot in your stomach releases as your eyes roll behind your head, as you clench tighter around him, which makes Miguel growl in your ear. He continued his abuse of your swollen pussy as you began to feel overstimulated. A loud moan escapes your throat as you feel him spill inside you. He continued to thrust into you, coming down from his high before he pulled out.

After both catching your breaths, Miguel sets you down. Your legs collapse, almost making you fall, but Miguel catches you in his arms as he steady you by holding your waist.

“Guess I went a bit too rough.” He chuckled while you smiled up at him. You brushed some of his hair that covered his face before you cupped his cheek. Miguel leaned into your touch as he gazed down at you lovingly.

“I love you, y/n. I missed you all these years. Now that I have you back. I can’t lose you again.” His heartfelt words made butterflies build in your stomach. Your heartbeat was loud against your chest, telling you exactly how you felt.

“I love you too, Miguel. I never stopped loving you.”

Miguel pressed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss before parting. Your noses gently graze against each other before you kiss one last time.

“I guess we should actually shower before Mateo wakes up.” A smile graces his lip, the dimples on his cheeks showing. You mimic his smile before you both decide to finally wash your hair and bodies.

After having another quick session where Miguel bent you over and took you from behind, you get out of the shower. You wrap a towel around your body before passing one to Miguel, which he thanks you for.

You went to the sink, grabbed a brand-new toothbrush from the cabinet, and handed it to Miguel.

“A toothbrush? Can I get a drawer too?” He chuckled as you rolled your eyes, followed by a smile.

“You want closet space too?” You smile before you begin brushing your teeth. Miguel placed his hands on both sides of your waist as he brushed his lips against your ear. “I would love that.” He said before he began to brush his teeth.

The two of you finally leave the bathroom and get dressed. Knowing he would be spending time here for at least a week, he brought clothes so he wouldn’t have to go back and forth between universes.

Miguel was about to head to the kitchen to cook breakfast, but you rushed past him, earning a chuckle from him. You block him from entering the kitchen. He crossed his arms across his chest and looked down at you, brows raised with a smile.

“lo que sucede mi amor?”

“I’m cooking this morning.” You turn around and grab things from the fridge. Miguel grabs the egg in your hand.

“No, no, no. I’ll cook.” He gently bumps you with his hip to move you away from the stove. You turn to him and pout as you quickly grab the spatula before he can grab it.

“Please let me cook. Just this once.” You purse your lips and bat your eyelashes for dramatic effect. Not being able to say no to you, he passes you the egg.

“Alright. But just this once. I’ll go wake up Mateo.” You give Miguel a quick kiss as a thank you before he goes to wake up your son as you begin to make omelets.

Miguel walked back into the kitchen carrying Mateo in his arms before setting him down on the stool. You place a plate of scrambled eggs in front of your son.

“Thanks, mama.” Mateo picked up his fork as he began to devour his eggs.

“Don’t eat too fast, papito. You might get the hiccups.” Miguel said as he pours coffee for the two of you. You watched as Mateo smiled at his father before eating his eggs again, slowly this time.

You hand Miguel a plate before returning to the pan to plate your own.

“It’s delicious, Hermosa. Thank you.”

“Of course!” You smile before diving into your own omelet.

After everyone finished breakfast, you got Mateo changed into his soccer clothes. You grab the warmed-up empanadas as the three of you approach the soccer fields.

When you arrived at the fields, Mateo ran towards the other kids kicking around small soccer balls. You and Miguel walk towards the group of parents mingling with each other. You place the large container of empanadas on the wooden picnic table.

“Hi, Y/n. Thanks again for making snacks last minute.” Said Emily, who walked up to you with her posse of moms desperate to be in the ‘miss popular’ group again.

“No problem.”

“Oh, these look delicious. What is it?” Said one of the moms.

“They’re empanadas. Y/n made them.” Miguel said, knowing one of them would ask such an obnoxious question.

“Some have meat, the other half only have cheese. And I bought oranges for kids who can’t eat the empanadas.” You added.

“Oh, this is Rachel. She’s a single mom just like you, Y/n. And she’s back in the dating pool.” Emily ignored your last words. You didn’t care as you noticed her last sentence was directed toward Miguel. The audacity of this woman.

“Hi.” Said Rachel as she gently waved at him in front of you. As you were about to say something, you felt Miguel wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side.

“Actually, Y/n isn’t a single mother anymore. We’re together. But I wish the best for you, Rachel.” Miguel gently grabbed your chin and kissed you on the lips. Your lips part, forgetting the three upset and shocked women before you.

“Oh, well then, congratulations.” Said Emily with her usual fake smile. Another parent walked up, which gave the three an excuse to leave.

“It’s nice to see the witch and her mindless zombies finally be put in her place.” A woman walks up to you as she gestures her hand out to shake yours. “I’m Georgia. Simon’s mom.” The woman added.

“Y/n. This is Miguel. We’re Mateo’s parents. She needed to know she was not a queen bee. We’re parents to kindergartners, for goodness sake.” You both laugh.

“Nice to meet you both. The woman coaching the kids. That’s my wife, Lauren.” Georgia waved to the woman on the field surrounded by energetic five-year-olds who waved back before returning to coaching.

“She’s great at coaching the kids. It’s nice to see they’re learning to play instead of just running around.” You say as you watch Mateo learn to pass the ball to another kid.

“Lauren loves to coach. Have more kids fall in love with soccer like she did. She used to play on the women’s Nueva York team. Oh, she’s calling me over. It was nice meeting you both.” Georgia waved goodbye before jogging over to her wife.

“She seems sweet. It’s nice to meet other moms who aren’t trying to be wannabe plastics.” You smile as you glance at the three wannabe plastic moms huddled together gossiping.

“I can’t stand women like that group. They’re so fake. And the most self-centered. I’ve had a few first dates like that way back. Let’s just say it was only one date. The woman talked my ears off.” Miguel put his fingers on the bridge of his nose as if he had an oncoming headache from the horrible memory, which made you chuckle.

“I hope I don’t do that.” You tease, which makes Miguel wrap his arms around your waist as he kisses your lips lightly before he lightly pinches your cheek as he smiles down at you.

“You could talk for hours, and I would listen to every word from your lips.”

“You’re such a romantic Miggy.” You raise to your toes and place a quick kiss on his lips.

You grabbed the container from the table when it was empty, and the kids devoured them after their practice was over. Despite running around for an hour, Mateo was just as energetic as before, so you and Miguel decided to go to the park near your apartment to let him burn off the rest of his energy before he went to spend the night at your sister’s for a sleepover with his cousins.

You watch Mateo run towards the playground when you arrive at the park. You and Miguel sit on a bench, watching your son jump and swing on the play equipment. You rest your head against Miguel’s shoulder, closing your eyes to let them rest. You smiled at hearing Mateo’s laughter as he played with the other kids.

You didn’t realize how long your eyes were closed as Miguel pushed some of your hair behind your ear and kissed the top of your head.

“Are you tired, cariño? Too much excitement this morning?” Miguel chuckled as he saw your cheeks turn red.

“No, I’m alright. Just enjoying the moment.”

“Do you still want to have a date night?”

“Of course I do!” You leave the comfort of his shoulder as you turn to look at him. A pout on your face at the mention of canceling.

“I’m only checking. I don’t want you to feel forced into going on a date with me.” You lightly hit Miguel’s shoulder at his comment.

“Miguel, I want to go on this date. I want to be with you. I love you. I’ve only been hesitant the past few days because I wasn’t 100% sure if you still loved me. But I know now that you never stopped loving me, just like I never stopped loving you. It’s been six years since we last saw each other. We need to get familiar with each other again.”

“How about we don’t do anything fancy tonight. Maybe something more comfortable. Less awkward first date vibes.” His suggestion made you smile as you kissed his cheek.

“I would like that a lot, actually.”

“How about a swing through the city and then a trip to our favorite empanada shop,” Miguel suggested.

“Sounds perfect.”

“Momma, papa, when is Tia Nora coming to pick me up?” Mateo walked back to you and Miguel. Miguel picked him up and sat him on his lap as Mateo rested in his father’s arms.

“In about an hour.” You say as you brush some of Mateo’s hair out of his face, who begins to pout.

“Aww, that’s so long from now.” He crossed his arms. He was so adorable when he tried to act mad.

“Well, by the time we return home and pack your things it will be time for her to pick you up. Plus, your Tia Nora is always 15 minutes early.” You stand up from the bench, which Mateo follows as you hold his hand towards you. Miguel gets up as the three of you walk back home.

As you told Mateo, by the time you arrived home, which took 10 minutes, and packed his things. Which took longer as he wanted to show his cousins a few new toys he got. Thankfully you were able to bargain with him, only bringing one toy. He decided to take the toy you bought him a week ago. It was an action figure of his favorite hero. Spiderwoman. Your heart grew tenfold that you were your son’s favorite hero. Maybe one day, he could meet his idol when he was older.

You heard the door knock, but before you could reach it, Miguel opened the door. With all the excitement about Miguel coming back in to your life, you had forgotten to mention his return to your family.

“Hey, Nora.” You purse your lips into an awkward smile as you watch your older sister step inside, unpleased.

“I didn’t expect to see your ex open the door when I knocked. I would have thought my dear sister would have told me.”

“A lot has happened the past few days-“

“Days?! How long has he been here?”

“Three.”

“Three?! I thought we were closer than that.” A frown appeared on your sister’s face. She always was the more dramatic sister.

“We are Nora. I just wanted to work things out before I threw our entire family at him with questions. He’s only met our family a few times. And that was six years ago.”

“It’s nice to see you again, Nora.” Miguel scratched a non-existent itch on the back of his neck.

“You broke my sister’s heart.”

“Nora.” You warned her.

“But it’s true, Y/n. Yes, I know you broke up with him. But the months leading up to it were torture for you. I don’t want you getting hurt again.” Nora tried to console you by putting her hand on your arm. But you took her hand and gently squeezed it.

“Nora, Miguel, and I talked already. We both made mistakes. We want to fix things. Not just our relationship but also allow Mateo to grow up in a loving home with both parents.”

“Ok, but I-“

“Nora, I love your sister with every fiber of my being. It still breaks my heart that I hurt her and wasn’t there for her to raise Mateo for the past six years. I promise that I’ll never hurt her again.” Miguel caught your sister off, knowing it affected you as he brought you to his side. A sigh came from your sister’s mouth before a small smile appeared.

“Alright. I’ll let it go. But I swear, O’Hara. If she comes to me in tears, you’ll feel my wrath.” Nora narrows her eyes towards Miguel, which makes you roll yours. To heal the awkward situation, Mateo exited his room with his packed bag and ran to his aunt.

“Tia Nora!”

“Hey there, my little firecracker! I’m so excited to spend the day with you. Chloe and Marc can’t wait to see you.”

After saying goodbye to your son and sister, you sigh in relief. You loved your older sister to bits. But she could be a handful sometimes.

“I’m sorry about my sister.”

“There’s no need for an apology. I understand where she’s coming from. She’s only trying to protect you.” Miguel took your hands and gave them a light squeeze before kissing the top of your hand. “I should be the one apologizing to.” You place a finger on his lips to stop talking, which earned a slightly surprised look from Miguel.

“There’s no need for an apology. How about we go on this date you planned for us?” You placed your hands on both sides of his face as you got on your toes and kissed him to reassure him of your words.

Miguel smiled before the two of you got your suits on. You both head to your bedroom window as Miguel opens it for the two of you as you step out into the fire escape.

“I’ll race you across Manhattan.” You shoot your web to the building across the street when the words leave your mouth. As you continue your movements through the neighborhood, a smile appears underneath your mask as you hear Miguel fast approaching you.

At first it took Miguel by surprise when you quickly swung away from him. But he knew you were one to mess around. He has never been someone who likes to partake in silly antics. But ever since you came into his life, he didn’t mind partaking in them. As long as it was with you.

You look behind to see Miguel, but we’re surprised to not find him anywhere. Your attention turned in front of you again when you heard a heartfelt laugh.

“Can’t keep up mi querida?” Miguel teases as he begins to swing far ahead of you. A laugh emits from you as you try to catch up to him. You were almost at the finish line and knew you wouldn’t let Miguel win.

Going as fast as you could, you swing past him. You landed on top of the building marked as the finish line. A smile began to creep on your face as you didn’t see him yet. But as soon as you reached the top, your smile disappeared as you saw a familiar red and blue suit standing there, smirking at you with his mask off.

“Took you long enough.” Miguel chuckled as he watched you march up to him.

“How did you get here before me?”

“I was just faster, cariño. Can the victor get a kiss from the lovely woman before him?” Miguel wrapped his arm around you to bring you against him as he removed your mask. His lips pressed against yours as you melted against him. The kiss began to get heated as Miguel patted the back of your things to jump as you wiped your legs around his waist. He backed you up against a wall. A groan left your lips as you felt his clothed erection against you.

“It’s been so hard to keep my hands off you today. I’ve been wanting to fuck you all day.” Miguel removed your suit as he kissed your neck to your breasts.

“We had sex this morning Miguel.”

“Only twice, though. I haven’t touched you in six years. Being able to touch you again, I can’t control myself, mi amor.” He lifted you so that your legs rested on his shoulders as he removed your panties.

“Open wider.” He nips your thighs with his fangs which makes you moan as he licks up your pussy before sucking on your clit, which sends you into a daze. Your hands go into his hair as Miguel’s tongue enters you and begins eating you out.

“Miguel.” You moaned out his name, which made him go crazy as he grabbed you by the thighs, his claws slightly digging into you as he brought you closer to his mouth to try and tongue fuck you deeper.

The continuous thrusting of his tongue into you and the flick of your clit made the knot form in your lower abdomen.

“Cum on my face so I can taste you.” Miguel turned his attention to your clit, which made you reach your climax as you released your juices on his face. Miguel was pussy drunk as he drank every last drop of you. “I could eat you for hours, mi amor,” Miguel added as he removed your legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist again.

Miguel’s suit dissolved, revealing his god-like figure. The heat in your core revived when the tip poked against your entrance. You felt his lips leave marks against your neck before capturing your lips again.

Your nails clawed at this back as he thrusts his member into your wet folds. Miguel didn’t take time to ease himself inside you as he thrust in and out of you at a rough and fast pace.

“Miggy, what if someone comes up here?” You moaned out. Words were hard to escape from your lips as Miguel pounded into you like a wild animal.

“It’s a little late to ask that, don’t you think?” Miguel huffed out as he continued to ram into you. He spreads your legs wider to thrust deeper into you. You guess he was right; it was way too late to ask. If people saw, they saw. And what a heated site they would see.

“I never want to leave your intoxicating pussy. I fit perfectly into you as if this pussy was made for me. Ughh, if you clench anymore like that around me, I’ll lose it.”

“I-I can’t help it.” A knot built up inside you for the second time. And with the rapid pace, Miguel would hit your climax as you became a moaning mess. Clenching around him from your climax made Miguel growl from your inner walls tightening around his member. He thrust one more time before cumming deep inside you. His pace became sloppy as he wanted to keep his seed from spilling out of you before he pulled out.

“I love you, mi vida.” Miguel took your chin and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you too, Miggy.”

“Now, let’s get some delicious empanadas.” You smiled at his happy-go attitude to get his favorite empanadas. He kissed your smiling face before helping you with your suit.

“Would it be possible to get a suit like yours again? I know this is not the last time you’ll take it off me.” You winked, and Miguel smirked in response.

“Of course.”

After making a quick stop in Miguel’s universe to his favorite empanada store, the two of you went back to your apartment in your universe. Miguel made sure to buy a few extra for Mateo when he came back home tomorrow so he could try the best empanadas.

You sat between Miguel’s legs and rested against his chest on the couch. Miguel flicked through old videos and photos of the two of you six years ago. You smiled at the fond memories, from random conversations at work to cooking dates to vacations. Though you only dated for half a year, you were friends with Miguel for a few years, which can be seen in many photos and videos. You always loved to capture moments.

“Omg, is that the video of us at the beach when we got wasted?” Miguel showed you the video of the two of you sitting on the beach with you, relaxing against him.

“Yes, it is. Though it might have been the horrible hangover, those breakfast burritos we had the next morning were delicious.” Miguel leaned his head back, reminiscing the memory. You giggled from his love for food as you kissed his chin before resting your head against his shoulder, putting your face against his neck. You closed your eyes, basking in the moment with him.

“It’s past midnight. Let’s go to bed. You’ve had a very active day.” Miguel kissed your cheek before picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom.

“Most of that activity today was with you.”

“Well, I can’t wait to do it again with you, mi amor. It’s hard enough not to ravage you again right now. But you need your rest.” Miguel placed you on the bed as he got in with you, pulling the covers over the both of you.

You turned to face him as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.

“Oh, I’m sure it won’t be the last time.” You giggle and place one last kiss on his lips before snuggling against him.

“It definitely won’t be the last time. We have eternity to be with each other.” Miguel kissed your forehead before turning off the lights as both of you enter the dream world.

Miguel’s eyes opened as he gazed at the white ceiling in your now-shared bedroom. He turned over to wrap you in his arms but frowned when he noticed the empty space beside him. You never woke up before him, as he was an early riser. He checked the time on his phone. He woke up at his normal time. His eyebrows furrowed, confused by your whereabouts. He then noticed a note on your pillow.

I got a notification saying a situation was happening at the mall that I needed to attend to. Some guy causing trouble. I should be back soon.

Love, Y/n

Fear and worry grew in the pit of his stomach. It’s been a long time since you’ve been in spider action. He was worried for you. Miguel got out of bed when he heard a noise in the living room. He sighed when he noticed he had left the tv on last night. He was about to turn it off when something perked his ears.

We’re getting reports of numerous injuries and casualties at the mall shooting. Spiderwoman is currently trying to find the gunman at the scene. We will keep you updated- sorry? Oh my! I apologize for the brief interruption. It has come to my attention that Spiderwoman has been shot.

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[justyouraverageficwriter]

Watch Me, Want Me

Yeji x M reader

Genre: Smut, Handjob, Self-gratification

WC: 3111 Words

A/N: I thought this will be another BFH fic but the idea evolved it something different. This may be the end of my break too. Enjoy!

You feel it again,-the same way you felt it countless times before. The air conditioning is fully working, well maybe less effective as you left the door ajar; but still the cold air circulates just fine. But you feel hot, and something down there starts to give you discomfort. It’s becoming a routine now, call it a vice even as it starts to become addicting. It’s the wee hours and the place is silently still, except for the music occasionally playing out of your phone set two clicks up from being completely muted; and the ever loud ticking of the mechanical clock someone gifted to you for your birthday.

She’s just mesmerizing, the way she moves her body. The complete control, the sharp movements in contrast with the elegant rolls, her expression as she performs even in the smallest of stages. She's born to sing and dance, to perform, to entertain. She's an idol, an ace, and she absolutely makes sure your eyes won't leave her once you notice her; a task she does so easily and quite possibly really naturally.

You adjust yourself in a more comfortable position, an indication that you’re sucked into the content you are consuming. Is it the way she sways her hips? Is it the outfit she wears? Is it the belly button beautifully drawn in the middle of her perfectly toned midriff? Or is it the eyes? Yes, perhaps it’s her eyes - ever captivating, quite the charmer.

She is your favorite, and maybe always will be. She stood out to you the most, appealing to your highly set standards. Not that her four sister-members don’t meet the criteria, they all give Venus a run for her money themselves -yet it’s her that your eyes are glued into, it’s her that makes your mouth drool. You are hooked, like a fish at the end of the anglers line, hopeless despite the struggle (although it looks like you already gave up the fight before it even started.) And then you landed on it, on arguably your favorite photo of her - well it’s really hard to say for a fact that it is since you always said that to every single one saved on your phone’s gallery. But the world can forgive you, she is just irresistible. 

“Ah fuck it! You are making me do this again, Yeji.” Words that mean you succumb again. The uncomfortable feeling is now getting really hard to ignore. You got it, an itch that needs more than just scratching; in fact it needs rubbing, or preferably stroking. There she is, looking straight at you on the other side of the screen, as if she’s begging you to do it, urging you to give in to the desire. All the while those eyes are silently judging, fixed on you until the oblivion, to the point that you could almost hear her call you pathetic for being so easy to seduce, for being such a softie, when in fact you are hard; literally hard for that sinful red top and that chain around her little waist.

Guess it's obvious now, the thing that you are currently doing. Self gratification, a fancy name for a sinful deed, maybe indulgence is a better word but you digress. There's a certain level of satisfaction when you freed your aching shaft from the confines of your underwear, and a moan to boot when you finally wrapped your hand around it. You know you're not the only one doing this, you're sure that someone somewhere on the planet is doing the same thing as you, at the same time as you, and probably on the same Yeji pictures and video clips you have. On that thought, you think that it's a race but the catch is the one who reaches the finish line last wins.

"Damn Yeji. You're so sexy, baby." You talk to her like she can hear you, and perhaps in your imagination she really can; even the sky is not the limit in the world that is on your head, especially if it’s filled with lust. “You know I would do things to that navel of yours.” The strokes start to become uneven, your breaths ragged and short, as if the air you release are immediately sucked back into your lungs. In your mind you are pleasing her, as much as she is pleasing you right now, or maybe even more. Legs spreading apart further and further as you slowly slip into the highs of fap (weirdly enough in the boner fueled mind of yours slip and high make so much sense). Eyes closed and mouth open to anticipate the resolution, the end, the climax.

“Hey, is that me?” An unexpected voice is heard, coming out of the left field. Yet it is familiar, and not to mention sexy as fuck. There is a hint of tease in her tone, her usual chaff and banter; she got all the reason to poke fun at you for she caught you red handed, with hands on your throbbing prick.

“What are you doing here?” Confused, and your eyes are still adjusting to the sudden flooding of light to your senses. You sound so confident, as if the whole scene is a normal thing. Although, you ponder that there’s nothing to be worried about, it’s not like you are jerking off to someone else.

“I’m your girlfriend, mister. I have every right to be at your apartment.” Yeji waltz inside your room like it’s hers, and maybe it is now given how familiar and at home she is navigating the space. She did not address the current state of affairs, aside from the question that she threw in your lap that is. Yeji peels off her shirt, and then her pants leaving her in her sports underwear. Of course it’s not new to you, you have spent so many sexy nights together. Although you’d be lying if you say that her body did not have any effect on you just because you have seen it countless times before, she can make you really naughty with just her photo; what more if you can see her in the flesh.

“You haven’t answered my question yet, babe.” She takes her place next to you, sliding in the bed naturally as you scoot over. Yeji lies on her side, purposely flexing her mouth watering body, all toned without any trace of fat; not that you will complain if there is, she'll be perfect just the same. She looks amused, although you are quite sure that she is, looking at you with her cat eyes. That's what everyone is calling it, but you beg to differ, you just want to call her Yeji's eyes for you haven’t seen anything the same, yeah it's boring and quite special at the same time.

She reaches out for your phone, in her quest to know the answer of her inquiry, she didn't even bother to wait for your reply. You can't blame her though, you have failed to answer the first time it was asked. The phone has been set to sleep now and was locked but that's really not a problem, what did you really expect, she's your girlfriend. Yeji's lips curl into a smile as your phone resumes to the things you are watching. She rolls her eyes and passes the phone back to your hands acting all unimpressed. "Oh would you look at that, resort to fapping because his girl has a concert, huh?"

"Do you prefer that I fap to someone else?" Your relationship is a constant battle of wits and control, both of you like to banter and tease each other out.

Yeji moves closer, until you can feel her breath on your ears. The hot air from her mouth in contrast to the cold air of the room gives you a tingling sensation across your whole body. For sure, she's doing it on purpose. "I don't think you want to, you're a little obsessed over me."

"Confident, are we?" You love the confidence in her voice, the fact notwithstanding is that she is wrong, that you also do it to the members of her senior group; but it's a secret you intend to keep for yourself, since you do it all in good fun.

Yeji suddenly nuzzles the side of your neck. "Mhmm, especially when I'm doing this." Her hands found her way to the base of your dick, still hard and growing harder. You bet it's smoldering to the touch, as the temperature rises again inside you. You let out a much louder moan than the one you had earlier; maybe because someone is doing it for you, and not just someone, it's the woman you’ve been lusting ever since you’ve laid eyes upon her. She’s a natural with her ways with you, gentle hands but firm grip, and the sultry voice, damn her sultry voice -you don’t know how many times you got a hard on because of it when you’re flirting right when you wake up next to her. Yeji pushes you to lean on your side, and she quickly presses her body on your back, hooking her chin on your exposed shoulder.

“It feels so good, babe.” Both of you have never been shy to let each other know what you feel, a little dirty talk gets off you and Yeji so much that it leads to the sexiest moments most of the time.

“I know! You are so hard.” She whispers in your ear seductively, all the while her tongue naughtily nibbles on your ear and shoulders, adding to things that make you sensitive. She strokes twice at every tick of the clock, -the backstory of why she bought it for you. Yeji loves the rhythm of things, maybe it’s second nature to her being in the music industry. And all that translates to the sexual things you do, and having a loud clock helps a lot; at the expense of your sleep that is(however you have grown accustomed to it now). 

“What are you doing? Do you not want to look at my photos, babe?” It’s not the first time she’s jerking you off, but it will be the first time that she will while you look at her videos and images. And fuck that’s an idea you find really hot, an idea you would not want to say no. You produce your phone quickly again and start to scroll to the sexiest ones you have. It’s getting hard to focus though, you just want to close your eyes and feel her hands pumping you.

"Fuck Yeji, you're gonna make me cum." With that warning,Yeji rubs the tip of your cock and spreads the pre cum all over. There's a jolt of pleasure that makes your body shiver. You can hear her smirk at your back. Of course you stoke the fire, you're showing weakness to her touches; and of course she feeds off of it.

"I really love it when you are so horny for me, so weak and fragile, so opposite from the normal you. I love it when you lose control." Every single word from her pretty naughty mouth is like fuel to the flames of lust. Thankfully or perhaps cruelly, she slows down her pace and allows you to relax.

She clears her throat, possibly because she wants your attention. There's no need to though to be completely honest, she has all the attention you can possibly give; although mostly to what her hands are doing. "Show me your favorite photo to jerk off on, babe." In an instant you show her the picture that made you start the risqué act, it is a full circle moment. "Can't blame you, I look so hot in that." You can clearly see her smirk, like you have eyes on the back of your head.

Ever the competitive, you want to get back on her, you want to put cracks on her ever growing ego. "Don't get too full of yourself now. It would be a hard fall once I get my hands on you." In that very moment the last word is uttered, she increases the speed of her strokes causing you to squirm, to let out an uncontrolled mewl. "I don't think so babe, not when you're on the tip of my fingers." Her play of words amused you, you can interpret them literally or not, she's so damn right.

"Now tell me, how did you fantasize about your girlfriend earlier?" It's another blow to your ego, she's on a streak. She keeps on putting points on the board. She doesn't just want to know what photo that turned you on, she also wants to know how you imagined her, how improper you are. In simple terms she wants you to put into words the naughty thoughts you had, she wants you to admit that you are really obsessed, and not a little less. And maybe it's clear now that you are, more than you want to confess.

"I want to make out with you, and put my hands all over you. Then I'll unzip your top, and suck on your tits." It's expected really that you will indulge her request, it's another idea of hers that's too hot to not make true. “Then I’ll pin you on that wall babe, and take off those jeans.” She hums in acknowledgement of your words as she carries on with the handjob, ever masterful.

“You said you’d do something to my belly button.” Ah yes her belly button, wait what? -  there is some sort of delay before your mind processes what’s wrong with it. It is another revelation, it now dawns on you that she has been watching you right when you started. “So you just stood there and watched, huh?” You noticed her head moves in confirmation. “You know what, I thought of just standing there until you’re finished but.” She pauses to climb on top of you, Yeji is now stradling on you lap.

“But?” You press the matter.

“But what you are doing is so hot, that I just could not be a bystander, can I?” She adjusts herself again to give way for her panties to come off, but immediately seals the separation to get back to her position. She's so wet down below, but you're not surprised. The slick juices now smear your crotch as well, as the contact starts to grow bigger and bigger. Yeji starts to move her hips and grind, you are reminded once again what a performer she is, on the stage and on the bed. You trace her tummy, one of the best in the business and draw circles around her belly button. This is your way of showing your appreciation to what she is doing, and in a way teasing her, to encourage her to do more. You know you’re doing the right thing because you are achieving the desired results.

Your hands naturally found home on her waist, guiding her as she rubs your length. “You know it will be much better inside right?” It looks like you had enough teasing. You are not alone in that sentiment, as Yeji shifts to line herself to your dick; it just feels so easy, feels just so right. Both of you exhale two satisfied moans, two different tones but blend really well, it sounded like one. You find her eyes as she found yours, satisfied yet still hungry, there’s a mutual understanding and respect but lust and wanting at the same time. “You are right, feel so much better.” Her smile should have been a wholesome break from the haze of erotic air, but you know it means so much more.

Built in her is a body of rhythm, and once again the movement of her hips match the ticking of the loud clock. It is once every second from the start, then as the pleasure intensifies so does the pace. “Fuck! It’s so good, Yeji.” She is doing everything right, and all you can do is brace yourself for the inevitable. You want her gaze only fixed on you all the time, but you can’t blame her for closing them once in a while, heck- you too can’t even do that because you know you’ll go overflowing already if you are constantly peering into the lust inducing eyes, beautiful, deep, unique and damn sexy.

It did not take long for that rhythm to get all messy, as all things eventually do in the middle of desires and the craving for more. “I want you to cum inside me.” The line surprises you, she’s an idol after all and should be careful, but the resolve in her tone is unmistakable, undeniable even. It sounds like you have a hefty price to pay if you dare to disobey. “I’d be glad to, babe.”

“Cum for me in five.” That sounds like a challenge, you just hope she means seconds, because it’s an impossible ask if it is a different unit of time. Hell, you think even that mere 5 seconds feels like eternity because of how close you are.

“Five..”

Yeji is just grinding non stop, it’s a performance and she’s giving it her all; she is an amazing artist.

“Four..”

The clock moves so slowly, you think time slows down. The contrast of how fast she is fucking you to the slow tick of a second is starting to not make any sense.

“Three..”

Her walls are closing in on you, it starts to tighten around you, choking your hard shaft.

“Two..”

Just a second more and your sweaty bodies will be rewarded, you pull the straps of her sports bra off her shoulders, amazingly it’s still on. Everything about her is so perfect, and on the verge of orgasm, it multiplies tenfold, maybe a hundred.

“One.”

Maybe you came half a second earlier but who the fuck really cares as the ropes of semen pump out into her warm, wanting cunt. The chorus of very triumphant moans echoed and filled the once still and quiet place. You have reached the pinnacle, the point of no return as you fill her walls of stacked cum. She pulls out and all the mixed juices leak once it finds a gap. However, the mess doesn’t matter for now. Yeji immediately finds her way in your embrace as both of you enjoy a deep kiss. Cheekily you grope her ass in the middle of the smooches, innocent, or is it? “Sleep now horny man, we already took care of your horny bone.”

#yeji #yeji smut #itzy yeji #hwang yeji #yeji x reader

[pawified]

okai as i was writing the choso drabble ( ꪆ୧ ) i couldn’t help but to also write something extending from the lttle dazai post ( ᨳິ‎ ) i did. — eee m’ feelin vry proud of miself for writing 2 whole drabbles back to back ! ,, so pls enjoy

dazai osamu x virgin!f!reader. nsfw — mdni. ﾉ established relationship ﾉ dubcon ﾉ dom and sub undertones ﾉ breeding kink ﾉ baby, darling + princess as pet names !! ﾉ pussy drunk dazai. thats it …

“f-fuck, god i-i can’t.” dazai gasped out. his cock slotted against your folds, the tip of his head gently nudging at your clit.

you and dazai have been dating for almost 4 months now and haven’t fully had sex. the farthest you two would go is dry humping in your underwear.

when dazai met you, you were in your 2nd year of college. occasionally he would see you due to both of you having mutual friends but never had a full conversation, just bidding each other little hello’s and nothing more.

so, when dazai came to you too ask you out for the evening you were thrilled because you had been pinning over the brown haird boy for what felt like forever.

over the course of your relationship, you told dazai that you are a virgin and you wanted to wait for the right time. being the gentleman that dazai osaumu is, he of course respected your wishes.

but, that doesn’t mean he isn’t struggling. him and you were sharing sweet and tender kisses, when you decided to start grinding your clad underwear against him.

“darling..how did we get like this? hm.” he breaks away from your grasp. you look at him with glassy doe eyes, he thinks your the prettiest when cry, he thinks to himself.

call him a sadist, but he loves making you cry, because at the end of it all he knows you will be seeking relief from him. it makes his cock twich.

you lean back in, chasing dazai for another kiss. “b-because of you.” you whine out, of course you’d blame him.

on the outside looking in you’re gentle, loving and could do no wrong, but you , dazai and the locked photo album in your phone know otherwise.

dazai finds it so fucking adorable that you get so needy from just kissing him. he heard about virgins getting wet easily but fuck.

“because ofe me?, i’m not the one in my underwear grinding my filthy cunt against someone am i?” the way dazai is talking to you makes you push down and grind your cunt against his cock even more.

He knows he should be a little more nicer too you but he just can’t help it, especially with the way your panting against his mouth like a dog in heat. “u c-can’t say those things zai” you pant out with embarrassment.

“ awe im sorry baby, did i embarrass you?” he coos sarcastically while petting the top of your head. you sit up and shyly nod.

“zai..” you spoke out shyly, “yes princess?” he knows that tone. He has heard it before especially when you two find yourself in situations like this. “can we try it with our clothes off this time?” you spoke in almost a whisper. shy of the setting and of his response. “only if you want too” dazai said gently.

you stand up to take your clad underwear off adoren with pink and white stripes with a white box that sat on the top trim.

Dazai feels faint. his heart is about to stop.

your cunt is glistening due to the previous actions you two did. your cunt looks absolutely divine and dazai couldn’t wait to have a taste.

that’s when dazai suddenly spoke out. “just the tip, please. i promise.” you love dazai and want to spend the rest of your lives together. he is the one that’s orbiting your world.

and thats how you ended up in the current situation.

dazai is becoming a mess. He is trying to restrain himself, but your cunt is so soft and warm. it’s so fucking good that dazai is convinced that you put him under a spell.

“baby, i’m sorry i have to just feel you just once” he gasps out desperately. If you weren’t so fucked out right now you would of cared, but you aren’t concerned about that.

you’re on your back, with dazai’s arms hooked underneath your legs and sinking down into your cunt, he lets out the filthiest whine “ o-oh my fucking god, oh godd.”

your cunt is lethal and he feels like a virgin all over again. never in his life has he ever felt this good.

you have a tight grip on his cock, your arms are laced around his neck with your nails clawing at his back, “ your cock is so good! t-the best ever! “ your face is a wreck. it’s covered in spit and tears as your boyfriend continues to pound his cock into you.

Dazai breaks away too look down where you two are connected. your cunt is creaming all over him, He Holds your legs in the air with your knees bent.

“gonna fucking breed you, gonna make sure you are broken in. my dick is gonna be the only thing you think about.” you can’t help but to whine out, your brain has turned into mush and your boyfriend could careless.

He feels your cunt tightening around him, he slips his hand in between the two of you and starts massaging your clit. “ w-wait n-no, im gonn- gonna pee!” you try to push his hand away, but your boyfriend smacks it out of the way. “ its okay, darling. i got you, just let it go” he tells you too sweetly for the setting you’re in.

You feel yourself start to squirt over yourself and him, but dazai could careless, as he fuck you through your orgasm, he ruts against you.

“ fuck baby, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum” dazai tries to pull out, he really does, but how can he when your cunt is pulling him back in for more. He just can’t help himself.

overstimulated from his continus trusts, you beg him for more like you can’t help it. like his cock is the only thing that’s keeping you anchored to earth.

As dazai trust began to become more sloppy, he fucks the head of his cock up against your cervix. He doesn’t mean to bully his cock into you like this, but he is a pussy drunk man who can’t help but to dump a load of cum into you.

#˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ #໒ 𝑤𝑒𝑛’𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 ১ #𝑑𝑎𝑧𝑎𝑖 𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑢 — ♡ ᵎ #— winnie has a breeding kink #PUPPY GIRLS ND THEIR CONSTANT NEED TO BE FILLED WITH COME #woof woof !! #dazai osamu #dazai smut #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #dazai x fem reader #꒰ᐡ｡. .̫ .｡ᐡ꒱ . . . gnna drem of zai now

[vanfleeter]

Black Smoke|Carpe Noctem|JTK

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader Warnings: Fluff. Smut. Minors DNI. Fingering. Oral (fem. receiving). Unprotected penetrative sex (always remember to be protected). Author's Note: Back again with another steamy installment of photographer!Jake. Big thanks to @losfacedevil for the encouragement on this one.

Black Smoke Master List

“Is the blindfold really necessary?” You say as Jake helps you out of the car.

His gallery is finally finished after what felt like years, which really was only six months. He’s been putting in the hours of helping renovate the building while simultaneously completing shoots at the studio which left little time for you. Which you didn’t mind because when he did have time for you, it was only about you. He gave his undivided attention. And tonight is one of those nights. The grand opening of his gallery is finally here and he is giving you the first look before it’s filled with people and loud music.

“I want you to be surprised.” He says. You can hear the jingle of keys and the turn of a lock. His hand grabs hold of yours and he guides up the few steps and into the new space. “Okay.. Are you ready?” He asks.

“Yes,” You giggle. “I want to see!”

He unties the blindfold and pulls it away from your eyes. He watches as your jaw slowly falls open making him chuckle. “I take it you like it?”

You nod your head and spin slowly on your heels as you take in the new look of the place. Brick walls, with accented black pillars. A few walls were raised in various spots around the room to give the element of different areas. Small spotlights hang from the ceiling accompanied by a couple fans that are currently spinning slowly. Photos are already hung on the walls. Some from Africa, one of Sam’s engagement photos. A few from Jake’s trip to Costa Rica a few months ago. All of his work was on complete display.

You feel him reach for your hand and pull you through the gallery and around the maze-like walls. “I have one piece left that needs to be hung.” He says. “I was debating whether I wanted to show it or even sell it. I didn’t like the idea of having my girl hanging on the wall in some stranger’s living room.”

He pulls you into the back room and walks over to a large canvas, primarily covered by a black sheet. He carefully pulls the sheet away and reveals the photo he had taken of you in bed in Africa. Half your body is bare and exposed while the other half is hidden beneath the bed sheets.

“Wow..” Was all you could manage to say as you stare at the life size printing of you.

“Show it off.” You say as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Show me off.. Sell it. Because no matter what..” You press your lips to his neck and leave open mouth kisses along his veins. “You get me at the end of tonight.. And every night.” You tug on his hips, pulling him against your body. You can feel his hardening cock pressed against your torso.

“Are you sure?” He asks. “Because I'd be more than happy with only the cheetah photo being on display.”

You nod your head and press your lips to his. He groans against you and crouches down to pick you up and rest you on his waist. He carries you over to the table as you work hastily at unbuttoning his shirt and yanking it out from inside his pants. He sets you down on the table and pushes your dress up your thighs and to your waist before dragging down your lace underwear. He glides his fingers your folds, slowly and at a teasing pace. Your back arches against his body and your head falls backwards.

“Uh uh uh..” He hums as he lifts your head back up. “I want to see your pretty eyes as I fuck you with my fingers.” He captures your lips in a kiss as he pushes his index finger and middle finger past your folds. A breathy moan escapes from you as you clutch tightly to the waistband of his pants. His fingers pump mercilessly in and out of you as he holds your upright with his other hand. His eyes not once lose contact with yours. “Does this feel good?” You moan in response and he chuckles. “I love this pussy so much..” He curls his fingers inside of you causing a high pitched moan to fall from your lips and fill the room. “She’s so warm and feels so good.” He feels your walls clench around his fingers and he smirks, looking at you from beneath hooded eyelids. He continues the fast pumping of his fingers bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Finally, that imaginary rubber band snaps within and that warm and intoxicating feeling washes you. You feel the cool wood of the table beneath your back as he gently lays you back before dropping to his knees between your legs. The warmth of his tongue swipes through your center as he licks up your release. His fingers are dug into the flesh of your outer thigh as his thumbs press circles near your pelvis.

When your high slowly goes away, he backs away and stands back up to his feet. He pulls out a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his suit jacket and uses it to wipe his face off before folding it and using it to clean you up. He sits you back up and helps you back on your feet before guiding your legs through the holes of your underwear and pulling them back up your legs.

He pulls you in for a gentle kiss and tilts your head just slightly backwards. “I’ll find someone to hang the photo.” He says.

The bells jingle out front indicating someone’s arrival. “Jake?” A male’s voice call. “Brother, where are you?”

“In the back!” Jake calls out. “We’ll be right out!”

“We? I don’t even want to know.”

Jake rolls his eyes and makes you giggle. “Come on.”

He takes your hand and leads you back through the gallery and towards the front where Josh stands in front of the elephant calf photo he captured in Africa. He turns around to face the two of you. A wide smile evident on his face.

“Beyond proud of you, Jacob.” Josh says as he claps his hand on Jake’s shoulder.

“Thank you.”

“Tonight is going to be amazing. I’ve already heard this event is completely sold out.”

“Don’t remind me.” Jake sighs.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re nervous,” Josh says. “Come on now, remember what I used to tell you before we’d hit the stage?” Jake nods his head and Josh rests his hand again on Jake’s shoulder. “It’s all going to be great. All you gotta do is stand here and look pretty,” He chuckles. “Although I’m pretty sure Y/N here has got you beat.”

Jake looks over to you and leans slightly to kiss your temple. “Takes a bit of pressure off of me then,” He says.

“Oh hush..” You say playfully pushing him.

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As the night progresses and the place gets filled with a lot of people, you find yourself retreating towards the back and dodging servers as they come out with trays filled yet again with hors-d’œuvres and champagne glasses filled to the brim. Between the loud music and the sea of people, it was beginning to feel a little overwhelming and you needed some air to relax.

And seems like you aren't the only one hiding out from the party. Jake is seated on a couple crates that are stacked up against the wall in the stock room and he’s cracking up a bottle of beer.

“Hiding out are we?” You say.

He lifts his head before scoffing and taking a long drink of the beer. “I wasn’t anticipating so many people,” He says. “There’s a shit ton of people that showed up, most of whom Josh invited.”

“Aw, he’s just being a supportive brother.” You say as you stand behind him and rub your hands over his shoulders.

“Which is great but damn.. I felt claustrophobic out there.”

“You are a little tense.” You say. “Want me to make you feel a little better?”

“And what do you have in mind?”

You walk around to stand in front of him. You grab his hand and stand him up before pulling him to the back office. “Sit..” You say, guiding him into the desk chair. He slumps down and slowly relaxes his body. You walk away to lock the door and come back to rest yourself on his lap. “Soo.. About you being on stage..” You say as your arms around his neck and his hands find their place on your ass. “Were you a stripper?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Not even close..”

“Oh.. Darn.. You would have been a good one..” You trace your finger down the exposed skin of his chest until you reach the waistband of his pants. “I love watching you strip..” You unbutton the rest of his shirt as you lean over to place a kiss on his chest. Unbuttoning his pants, you drag the zipper down and pull him free.

“Baby..” He says as he reaches for your hands. “This chair is pretty old.. I don’t think it can withstand the trauma it is going to endure.”

You giggle and he picks you up and lays you across his desk, pushing nearly everything onto the floor. Just like earlier in the day, he pushes your dress up to your hips and pulls your underwear down your legs. He lines himself up with your entrance and teases it a little, which only makes him whimper himself.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” He says as he slowly pushes himself inside of you. He pushes so deep until he completely bottoms out.

“What if I told you that I’ve been wet like this all night?” You say with a smirk. “Might be naughty of me to admit that I’ve been secretly hoping you would just take me right there in the middle of the room. Let everyone watch.”

“I almost did..” He admits. He begins to rock his hips in slow and languid movements as he holds your firmly within his hands. “I knew I should have made you change your dress.”

“Oh but I thought… Fuck, Jake..” You grab hold of both lapels of his suit jacket and pull him down on top of you. “I thought red was your favorite color on me?”

You yelp loudly as he rams himself roughly and deeply into you. “It is, love.” His breathing grows increasingly rapid as he picks up his speed, pounding so ruthlessly into you. “But tonight… It's about me… But… All eyes.. Fuck.. Have been… On you.” He quickly pulls out of you and drags you off the desk before shoving you into the wall with your ass facing him. He readjusts behind you and pushes right back inside. “I’ve had a couple men ask about you and why you seem to be everywhere…”

“And what did you tell them?”

“That you’re my girlfriend.. And my muse..” He scoffs and pulls out before turning you around. “I think a couple of them were jealous.. But who wouldn’t be? I picked the most beautiful woman..” He nudges your legs apart to stand in between before hoisting you up on his waist and pressing your back against the wall. He thrusts back up into you. His climax is coming soon but he wants you to finish first so he holds back for as long as he can. He feels you clenching around him just a second later. “Come on baby.. Cover me with your sweetness..”

Your high takes over your body and you find yourself gripping his hair tightly in your grasp. He continues to thrust in you until his own release spills out. His chest heaves and his warm breath covers the skin of your chest. Soon he pulls out of you and sets you down carefully in the chair. He retrieves your underwear and helps you put them back on.

A knock comes on the door and Jake quickly fixes his clothes, tucking in his shirt and straightening the color and sliding his jacket back on. He cracks the door open just enough that it’s only him that the person on the other side sees.

“Josh..”

“Can you please keep your dick inside your pants for more than five minutes?” Josh responds. “You need to come back here.”

“Give me like two minutes.”

“No, now.” Josh demands. “Come on, I have this guy that is highly interested in your portrait of Y/N.”

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cannot stop thinking about stomach/thigh riding with Ross 🫠

well ever since i saw this photo right here, neither can i 🫠🫠🫠

it first happens because you haven't seen him in so long--a situation neither of you is too happy about but he has a tour to get through on another continent sandwiched between working on their next album and you have a highly demanding job that doesn't let you go frolicking on a world tour with your bf on a whim.

so you have to sustain yourself on phone sex and grainy video calls with terrible reception. it's almost like edging... but for 4 whole months. so much so that you practically leap onto each other the moment he gets home and sets his bags down.

the first kiss is a sweet "i missed you so much" kiss.

the second kiss turns you feral.

ross tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth until you hiss at the sting, somewhere halfway through the kiss you jump on him, legs wrapped tightly around his middle, cunt aching to feel him inside you, while he carries you to the bedroom and doesn't break the kiss even once.

you let your hands roam through his hair, pull at the hair tie holding it together and throw it away. it's been too long since you tugged on the strands, too long since you heard him groan. and that's exactly what he does, right into your mouth, sending heat flaring through your whole body.

"my fucking filthy girl, missed you so much," he mumbles and throws you on the bed. you slide down your shorts hastily while ross takes his shirt off. it's been way too long and you just need to feel him inside now.

the moment his shirt is off, your fingers freeze on the waistband of your underwear. your eyes widen and slowly trail over the expanse of his chest and stomach. he's-- this-- your jaw drops and you can practically feel yourself drooling at the sight of his toned stomach. the tattoos stark against his tanned skin.

this is a new development.

this is not what he looked like when you saw him four months ago.

his whole face changes with one small, knowing smirk. and ross gets on the bed, practically hovering over you while you look at him all wide-eyed and flustered.

"do you like what you see, sweet girl? is that why you've gone all shy on me?"

you nod, absolutely mesmerised, and it only fuels him more.

with his hand on your hips, ross pulls you onto him, flipping you both so he's on his back and you're on top of him, right on top of the abs you were ogling not even five seconds ago. ross moves to half sit up, balancing himself on his forearms and the movement makes his stomach flex right under your cunt. it sends a current running through your bones and you gasp.

"does that feel good, sweet girl? do you want to use me?" his voice has gone so low and deep and almost like a growl that you can't help but whimper out a choked "y-yes", and grind yourself on him in response. and ross encourages it too with his hands digging into your hips, helping you move back and forth.

"how about we take these off huh?" his fingers hook in your underwear, sliding them to your things and the thought of getting off of him, even for a second, is unbearable. but he makes quick work of it, slipping them past your ankles and lowering you on his stomach again.

this time you feel everything with so much intensity. the warmth of his skin send heat rushing through your blood and you press down on him, grinding on him like a bitch in heat. your fingers curl on his chest, long nail leaving crescent moon shaped marks on his skin. and ross never stops looking at you once while you figure out your rhythm.

if anything, his eyes take you in hungrily, roam all over your face taking in every small detail, every reaction--the way your face twists when he moves under you, the way your jaw goes slack when you press your clit against his stomach.

"look at you sweetheart, look so fucking beautiful using me like that," he purrs, hand snaking up your thigh till he's grabbing your ass. praise after praise tumbles out of his mouth and each one gets your higher than the last. your head spins from the blood running so fast through your veins. it's electric, using his stomach to get off like that while he just has to lie back and watch.

you rock your hips faster, well aware of your slick coating his skin now, but your eyes flutter shut and all you can see are bursts of stars behind your eyelids. pleasure shoots through you with each contact against your clit and his hands grip you even tighter.

"can feel you clenching around nothing, sweetheart, cum for me and i'll give you what you want. my good girl, my perfect girl." he murmurs low and his stomach flexes under you again.

all the praise has you tumbling over the edge and your head falls back as pleasure coils in your belly. god! it feels so good! for a second everything melts away and you dig your nails into his chest until he hisses but ross doesn't move away at all. doesn't try to stop you even once.

"ross..." you moan breathily once you fall onto his chest, face pressed into his collarbone and he hums. "i want...more. please..."

and of course, he doesn't need to be told a second time.

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(Un)welcome Distraction | Part 2

Nick Folio x female reader

Minors, please DNI

🔞⚠️: sexting with references to p in v sex, fingering, masturbating, oral sex and explicit photos

855 words

Part 1

It had been three days since Nick had left to go on tour, and you hadn't spoken to him at all in that time. Your insides ached. You'd been wanting to reach out, just to check up on him, but you didn't want to become the nuisance his bandmates perceived you to be. You held off and held off until you couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing your phone from the coffee table, you hurriedly typed out a message and pressed send before you could change your mind:

I'm sorry ❤️

Before your phone was back on the table, Nick responded:

No, I am. I love you ❤️

Relief and guilt washed over you. You'd wasted too much time avoiding contact with the man you loved out of spite because of what other people thought of you. You had to explain yourself:

Baby, I love you too. Look, I know I've been an asshole these last few days. I just thought the guys would understand I want to support you.

You could see Nick typing for what felt like an age:

You're not the asshole. I am.

I should have said more on the call but I was too pissed off when they said all those things. The guys barely know you. Who are they to say why we're together?

They know now. Believe me, baby. I told them good 👹

The thought of Nick standing up to the guys made you giggle. You could just imagine him acting all tough in front of them, pissed off because they'd upset you. Maybe he was all riled up because he didn't get to fuck you goodbye?

A low moan escaped your lips. You needed a release. Getting up, phone still in hand, you made your way to your bedroom and pulled off the hoodie you were wearing. You caught your reflection in the mirror and ran your fingers through your hair. You darted over to your underwear drawer and pulled out a new, matching set you were planning to take on tour with you for one of the nights you were staying in a hotel.

Once in the set, you took a moment to compose yourself before snapping a few selfies. The dark purple lace sat perfectly on your skin. You felt good and confident in yourself as you went back to Nick:

I believe you, baby. Want to see what they're making you miss out on?

You sent the pictures and shut off your phone's screen, suddenly embarrassed. Sending Nick messages like this was not uncommon when he was on tour. You would often find yourself in a steamy, late-night sexting session, but he was always the one to initiate. Nick replied almost instantly:

I fucking hate them.

Do you feel good? You look so fucking perfect.

You bit your lip as you typed your reply:

I'd feel better if you were inside me.

A fire warmed in your belly while you waited for him to respond:

I'd start with my fingers. That thing you like where I slide them inside you and move them round and round in a circle. Touch yourself for me.

Please ❤️

Slipping your hand into your underwear, you began teasing your clit. You were already wet and thinking about his fingers which knew you inside and out. You replied:

I'm already so wet for you, baby. I want to play with your cock. Are you hard for me?

Nick replied with a picture. It looked like he'd locked himself in the bathroom at the venue, his hard cock in hand. You could only think about how much you needed it:

I can't wait to choke on you next time I see you.

I’ll be on my knees while you fuck my face and I play with your balls. You like that don't you?

You knelt down in front of the mirror, fingers still on your clit, legs parted and mouth slightly open. You took another picture and sent it to Nick then waited for his reply:

That almost made me cum.

Keep playing with yourself until you cum. I want you to think about the last time you sat on my face. Remember the way I fucked your pussy with my tongue?

You came so much over my chin.

You applied more pressure and moved your fingers against your clit more quickly. Your hips began to buck involuntarily in time with your movements. You text Nick to tell him you were close. He told you he’d just cum while thinking about the way you tasted. The thought of him cumming was enough to push you over the edge as an orgasm ripped through your body, leaving you out of breath. Triumphantly, you informed Nick:

I miss you. Can't wait until I get to cum on your fingers instead 💦😉

Nick replied a few minutes later, presumably after he'd cleaned up:

I can't wait to see you in person, baby. Can you make it to the Nashville show? We have a day off the next day. We could hang out… I hear that's what the kids call it these days 👀

Part 3

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