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daddyricsdoll · 4 months

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Last Christmas ✭ Lando Norris

Summary: Christmas couldn't be finished without a special present from Lando, maybe more than one.

Warnings: Masterbating, voyeurism, thigh riding, face riding, usage of toys, bondage, unprotected sex and creampie.

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: This took a little while longer than expected, but I hope you enjoy it just like me and Lando did last night.

Lando walks back into the room with a medium sized box between his large hands. I shake my head in unbelief as he brings me what seems like the 100th present of the night.

“I swear, this is the last one. The best.” A smirk on his gorgeous tan face as he places the box on my lap. I observe it, trying to guess what he could’ve kept in here but then easily give up and untie the delicate bow. The lid is removed right after and my eyes are met with a dildo, vibrator and flimsy but such beautiful lingerie. I squeeze my legs together as it reminds me of last Christmas, our first Christmas together. Lando had gifted me long pieces of silk, which ended in me tied up and helpless while Lando used me however he liked.

My eyes revert back to Lando when he speaks. “I want you to use it.”

“When you’re not here?” I ask so innocently, imagining sending him the videos of me utilising these toys.

“No, now.” A spark in his deep eyes as he silently ushers me to slide my clothes off. I slowly remove the box off my lap and stand in front of him, taking my clothes off leisurely in the way he had always enjoyed me to do. Lando’s eyes glide all over my body as they make contact with his favourite piece of lingerie that I own.

His calloused hands reach out to me and pull me on his lap by my hips. He doesn’t kiss me, but eyes move around my face. They move from each of my eyes to my mouth, and his warm breath touches my face as it leaves the gap between his parted lips.

Inevitably I lean in, trying to close the centimetres between us. “Not yet, let me watch you.” He says against my skin and I have to hold back from disobeying his wishes, just for that little contact. But another need for contact grows, and that contact is between my legs. He quickly tilts his head up, chin pointing toward the blank space on the carpet next to the fireplace and christmas tree.

“Show me what you would do if I wasn’t here.” Lando hands the dildo to me and I get up to stay situated on the floor in front of him. My legs widen and his pigmented eyes lock onto my dripping core. The little bite of his lips force me to clench around nothing before he nods and I run the dildo through my folds.

My lips parted and deep breaths left my mouth as I tease my clit with the dildo before slipping it inside of me slowly. I adapt to the size, not as thick as Lando, and certainly doesn’t feel like him, but it helps ease the need between my legs for now.

My eyes shut close as I started harshly pumping it inside of me. “Open your eyes.” He commands me as his legs are spread and he leans back on the sofa. I find his gaze as he watches me intently, moving from my face then down my body and to the place that holds all the action.

The room silent apart from hushed moans and wet sounds. Deep groans are kept in Lando’s throat as mine are let out involuntarily. I raise my hips and force the dildo to go deeper just to tip me off the edge. My arm grows tired but the look on Lando’s face keeps me ravenous for more.

I curse his name multiple times, eyes struggling to stay entangled with his and he tells me he knows by the curl of his lip. My stomach flew at his little smirk, and it was all I needed for my climax to nudge me. I don’t stop thrusting as I release even after it washes over me.

“Get up.” The first words I hear leave his mouth after minutes. I slide the dildo out of me, feeling empty and in need of something to fill it soon. I stand up and make my way to Lando, my arousal stuck between each of my thighs, and slowly reaching lower.

My waist is pulled into him, and I land on one of his thighs. My slick immediately covers his pants and the fabric of his pants brushes against my clit harshly. A quick moan fleeing my mouth before he captures me in a kiss. Hands gripping me tightly, and lace probably making indents in my skin.

I grind against his thigh as the feeling is now a drug to me. Our lips seem like magnets that can’t have any second away from each other. My fingers pull against the curls on his head as we exchange moans. My swollen clit so sensitive that the feeling of his pants against me brings my climax back up.

My knee strokes the bulge in his pants and Lando bites my lip. Each feeling making us so vulnerable. I cum in those short seconds and suddenly my body is being lifted. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he holds me as he walks us to the bedroom.

My body is thrown onto the bed and I watch as Lando slips his blazer off. “Fuck, you came on my pants from riding my thigh.” He licks his lips before biting them slowly. “I want you to ride my face.” Lando strides toward me, full of purpose. I stay where I am, leaning on my elbows and my legs slightly parted near the end of the bed. His large hands grab my legs and pull me toward him before they grip the lace of my lingerie and he rips it off of my body.

“I’ll buy you another. Fuck I’ll buy as many as you want.” A moan leaves my mouth at his words. He crawls onto the bed and rests his head on a pillow before I leisurely crawl up his body and hover just above his thick neck. I look down at him, eyes silently commanding me to make another move and let it be one where his tongue can touch my pussy.

His hands hold my ass as mine grip the headboard when I slowly inch closer to his face. Lando pulls me down onto him and I whine at the first stroke of his tongue against and through my folds. He guides my hips to move along with his mouth and when his lips wrap around my clit my fingers go into his perfect curls. I continue riding his face, certain my arousal covers his skin.

The little glimpse I got of his face was enough to make me feel more comfortable and my muscles lose tension. Lando mumbles words against me which sends a vibration on my core and tingles throughout my body.

I let his fingers dig into my skin and help move my body around. Each movement he makes adds onto the friction and escalation to my climax. He buried his tongue inside of me and curled it multiple times. Involuntarily making my hips writhe.

And just like we had both expected, I cum onto his face for the first time this intriguing night. I flop onto the duvet beside me, out of breath and most definitely tired. My pussy is most definitely swollen and I probably can’t take anymore, but with Lando, I know there’s more and he’ll make me handle it.

The weight of his body leaves the bed but I don’t question it as my eyes don’t stop fluttering. His footsteps leave then come back and when my eyes open I see him standing beside me. “You tasted so good, but time for something else.” He lifts four silk ribbons in front of my eyes and I know exactly what my next moves are. I stretch out each of my limbs, letting them get tied to the bed and making me feel a sense of vulnerability.

The light sound of buzzing fills my ears and when I strain my neck to catch a glance at the man who holds all control, a relatively small vibrator is in his hands. I had already felt so much this one night that I can feel it even when it doesn’t make contact with me. The contact wasn’t firm, and I couldn’t handle his teasing which results in begs leaving my mouth.

“Please Lando. I need to feel it. I-I can see how close it is and-” My words are cut off when the vibrator is pushed roughly against my clit. Loud moans and whines leave my mouth and my eyes shut close at the feeling. The feeling is soon gone when he lets go of the vibrator and it lays between my legs, but not touching any of them.

I can hear and feel it against the duvet before I’m distracted with Lando now tying a piece of that silk ribbon across my eyes. “I don’t want you to see how close it is, I want you to feel it.” The sentence leaves his mouth smoothly.

All of my other senses now heightened and my hearing now is the only thing still keeping me sane as I lose contact with him. The light sound of his belt travels to my ears before it’s covered by a buzz of the vibrator.

I wait and the anticipation grows. The weight of Lando on the lower half of the bed splits my attention and instead of feeling the vibrator against my folds it’s the tip of his dick. My breath hitches and Lando doesn’t take his time as he thrusts into me.

Not stopping so I can get used to his size, but making sure it happens while he stretches me during every ram. I have no control of my body at this moment, but I don’t see it as a problem. Lando lifts my hips and my g-spot becomes an easier target for him to hit. Doing more than just stroking it with every drive into me. My mind remembers every little nanometre of him while he ruins me with his dick. Hands balling into fists, but only wishing to be in his hair.

I wish to see the little grin on his face, but the blindfold steals that privilege from me, but it gives me the one of feeling him even better. I take notice of his movements more prominently as it’s the only thing that can help me predict what will happen next.

His skin brushes along my oversensitive clit and it brings my climax right in front of me. I allow my body to go limp in his arms as he uses me like an object. My climax comes faster than expected when I clench around his dick and make him groan in such an unholy way. The wet noises of Lando riding my high out to get him to his was more than music to my ears. But when he finally came, he made sure it wasn’t the same as others.

I feel his cum fill me, not leaving a place untouched. Lando pulls out and his tongue circles around my nipple while his other hand teases my other, soon swapping to evenly spread the sensation. His cum seeps out of me and slowly starts to cover the duvet. I can’t help but feel aroused at the thought of him filling me up so much that it drips out of my ruined pussy.

“This was better than last christmas huh?” Lando mumbles against my lips as he finally takes my blindfold off. I get to be welcomed by his eyes and I don’t manage to look anywhere else for moments too long. Moments I was glad were used on him.

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barefoothighlander · 1 year

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call me little sunshine - ii

-summary: you come home for summer break to find a new man has moved in next door, he’s charming and mysterious so you welcome him to the neighbourhood

-simon ‘ghost’ riley x innocent fem!reader

-warnings: mdni (18+), dark themes, smut, age gap, corruption, slight stalker!ghost, dub con, face riding, throat fucking, creampie, tiny bit of anal fingering?, choking, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, nipple clamps, spit play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, masturbation (fem+male), degradation, voyeurism kinda, ghost has a filthy mouth, bit of perv!ghost, i think that’s it

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a/n: okay y’all went crazy for the first part of this so here’s some fresh smut that for sure solidified me never being allowed to step foot into any place of worship

You woke up in a layer of sweat, the warm air breezing through the window doing little to cool the fire inside you, you had dreamt of him, his touch, it was seared into your skin, and you craved it. You didn't understand the desire, the way that the mere thought of him make your hair stand on end, you'd never felt like this with anyone.

Sure you had a few partners here and there, but they didn't last long, you never knew any of them that intimately, but Simon was different, his gaze set your skin on fire, you found your mind wandering to images of him throughout the day, obsessively looking through your window, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

He would do the same, watch you through the window, eyes glued to your form as you stepped out of the shower, or simply sat at your desk, he lucked out, his bedroom window faced into yours, giving him a perfect view of your vulnerable form, especially that morning.

You writhed under the covers, mind tired but body unable to get comfortable in the heat, the pulse between your legs doing little to aid your efforts. You huff a breath brushing your hair out of your face, mulling the idea over in your mind, it wasn't like you could simple prance into his home and beg him to make you cum.

You run a light hand over your stomach, moving your hips to try and calm the arousal pooling between your legs, you snake your hand down over your panties, tasing over your clothed sex, your other hand moving to pinch at your nipple, a small sigh falling from your lips.

Simon had just gotten back from his morning run, his bare chest glistening in sweat as he stepped into his bedroom, moving around to find a towel when your form caught his eye, he was surprised at first, he didn't count on you being the self pleasuring type. He watched as your fingers dipped below the hem of your panties, sinking into your weeping core, he felt his cock twitch at the sight of your arched back, jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut as your mouth fell open in an o shape, he knew what you sounded like, the noises you made for him like angels singing only for him. He focused on you, watching you fall apart on your own fingers, knowing they could never be as filling as his and his own hand dips below his shorts, gripping at his hard cock, he begins pumping himself in time with your fingers, emulating the sensation of you gripping him.

He keeps his eyes glued to you as you reach your peak, he swears he can make out his name falling from your lips.

Your fingers would never compare to his, large with rough skin, somehow being able to instantly find that sweet spot inside you, you pump four fingers harder, mind wandering to the sensation of him thrusting into you, your other hand moving to circle your clit as you approach your climax, your head is thrown back as moans drip from your tongue, the coil inside building before it snaps and you cum, moans of his name slipping from your lips as you come down.

Simon braces an arm against the wall, hand working vigorously to chase his own high, he watches as you pull your hands from our pussy, your slick glistening them, the memory of how wet you got bringing him to his own climax as his hips stutter and his seed spills into his hand. He blinks a few times to himself, checking out the window to make sure you didn't see him, finding that you were gone, he glances around the room, finding a towel and making his way to the shower.

You find your way to your own shower, cleaning yourself and letting the warm water clear your mind. You didn't have a lot to do today, you were supposed to meet a few friends in town, but that was about it. You grab a dress from your closet, a simple white dress with frilly sleeves, dressing before heading downstairs, you greet your parents and let them in on your plans while eating breakfast, then make your way to your car and drive into the town.

You spent a few hours with your friends, catching up and grabbing lunch, you had decided to visit the beach for a bit, checking your phone and realizing it was already nearing the mid-afternoon. You make your goodbyes and pack your things before making your way home.

You pull into the driveway, sparing a glance at Simon's house, you could tell he was home, his car was there and it made your skin crawl. Shaking the thoughts from your head you walk in your door, calling for your parents but there's no response, you hear chatting from the backyard and decide to make your way over, sliding open the door to greet your father before your eyes land on him.

He's sat back in the deck chair, legs parted, a glass of whiskey in hand as he eyes you.

"Hey honey, this is Simon our neighbour"

You swallow the lump in your throat, "Hello"

"Lovely to meet you" He smiles, extending a hand toward you, you take it, his rough fingers gripping your skin causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"You'll have to excuse me for a minute Greg, gotta use the washroom" Simon stands to walk to his house,

"Oh, just use ours, closer anyway"

Simon nods at your father, turning back to you with a smirk as panic sets in your chest.

"Lovely lad," Your father says

"Is he?"

"Oh yea, saw me struggling with that old mower and offered to cut the grass for us"

You give a small hmm in response, your father continues talking, asking about your day, you talk about your friends, the beach, your eyes glancing between him and the house inside. You watch as Simon descends the stairs, huh, bathrooms downstairs. He walks back out into the yard, sitting back in his chair, purposely spreading his knees as he pins you under his stair, your eyes shifting to the bulge in his pants.

"I've got some stuff to do if you'll excuse me, it was nice meeting you Simon"

You turn quickly from the men and make your way inside, walking up the stairs to your room. You take off your dress in favour of changing into more comfortable clothing, going to throw it in your laundry bin before noticing the clothes were a mess, thrown around. You dig through the bin, realization hitting you in the form of a sigh, your panties were gone, there was no way he took them? You think about it for a few minutes, the echoing of the men's voices in your head, you hear them say goodbye, your father stepping into the house.

You putter around your room, attending to whatever tasks needed to be done as the sunset. Finishing, you grab a book from your shelf, setting yourself down on your bed, sparing a glance through the window and you see him, front and centre in his own window, you hitch your breath, he's half-dressed in a pair of jeans, one hand on his cock, the other holding your panties. His eyes are locked on yours as he strokes himself, his hand moves to hold the underwear to his face as he breathes deeply, a small flutter comes from your pussy as he reaches down with the material, to wrap it around his length, fisting himself with it, you want to look away, it's perverse, but you can't, you're mesmerized by him, you can see this way his mouth falls open with grunts as he pumps harder, dragging the material against him, his eyebrows furrow as he continues, a few more languid strokes and you can see his cum drip from the soaked cloth, your arousal igniting your skin. He cleans himself up using the panties, tucking his cock back into his jeans, you turn from him, breaking your trance, moving from the window so he can't see you as your back collides with the wall, your breaths heavy.

It takes you a few minutes to shake the anxiety from your system, not only was he jerking off using your panties, but he wanted you to watch, it was so wrong, dirty, but it ignited something in you, some desire hidden behind the knowledge that he craves you as well. You stop yourself, trying to push the feelings down, he was so much older, clearly using you for his own sick game, he was a parasite in your body, you had to shake him.

You spent the next few days avoiding him, closing your blinds and making hasty entrances to your house, not bothering to spare him a glance when he’d show up at your door looking for your father. His presence became more common, helping your dad with his car, talking with your mother as she brought in groceries, he was doing it to taunt you, his ever-looming form casting a shadow on your days.

Simon had grown sick of the distance within a week, his attempts to invade your space proving futile, you were stronger than you looked, he just needed to get you near him and you’d be all his again, writing under him, begging him. On Friday night you had settled into your bed, no plans for meant an early night tucked in with a new book, except your phone screen lit up as the vibration rang through the air. You look at the scream, it’s a random number you don’t have saved, grabbing your phone you answer it.

“You think you can just avoid me”

“Simon.”

“I know you think about me, I saw you get yourself off at the mere thought of me”

“You’re disgusting, leave me alone”

“It’s not gonna be that easy pretty girl”

You curse yourself as his words have a direct affect on your core,

“You like when I call you that huh, my pretty little girl”

“Just leave me alone”

You hear him huff a laugh through the phone, “Not this time, not you, no you’re special, who knows maybe I’ll lock you up, keep you bound so I can have you whenever I want”

“What do you want from me” You speak but it comes out as a whisper

“I want you to admit you need me, need me to make you cum”

“I don’t”

“So it wasn’t my fingers you were imagining the other night? You weren’t thinking about my cum filling you up when you watched me?”

“No” You respond through gritted teeth

“Tsk tsk, you shouldn’t lie to me love, might just have to punish you for that”

Your breath hitches in your throat,

“Tell me, are you soaked yet, do my words have such an affect on your little pussy”

You don’t respond,

“Gonna have to use your words baby”

“You make me sick”

“Mm bet you’re thinking of my big cock right now, how it stretches you out, how full you are of it”

A small sigh escapes your lips,

“That’s my girl, I want you to open your blinds”

Your head is reeling, something takes over your body and you turn to open the blinds, he’s standing in his window staring at you.

“Hi love”

He smirks as you stare at him,

“Your back door is unlocked, you have 5 minutes to get over here,” He says and hangs up the phone, his form retreating from the window. Your nerves light on fire, you don’t want to give it but the ache in your core carries your body down the stairs, through your backyard and to his front door. You don’t knock, simply letting yourself in, chest heavy in defeat, you skulk up the stairs glancing around to find him, reaching the top and peering into his bedroom.

He’s laying on the bed naked, lazily stroking his cock as he stares at you, your throat becomes dry, the throbbing in your core more incessant as you watch him glide his hand up and down.

“Take your clothes off” He orders

You’re nervous under his gaze, slowly pulling your shirt over your head as your breasts fall freely, shaky hands moving to your pants as they pull them down, he pins you under his gaze, eyeing you up and down like you’re his dinner.

“Come”

You crawl up his form, straddling him as his arms snake under your thighs, tugging you upwards, the action forcing your body forward as your hands plant against the wall, your body is screaming as his breath ghosts over your soaked core.

“Sit”

You lower yourself slowly and he grabs your thighs, tugging you flush against his face, the contact forcing a moan from you.

“That’s better”

His hands roam over your naked form, grabbing at the meat of your ass before settling in a bruising grip, keeping you flush to him as his tongue assaults your core, flicking over your clit before he moves lower, his tongue fucking into you, the sensation has you gripping the headboard, hips grinding down onto him as his nose teases against your aching bud.

He laps at you, swallowing every ounce of slick from your weeping core as you unravel above him, you’re practically screaming above him, the feeling possessing your body as the pleasure blossoms in your chest, your impending orgasm forcing you to arch your back, your head falling back. He sucks your clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and you come undone, body convulsing as you cum on his face, he licks you through it, rough hands roaming your skin as you come down.

His hands grab at your waist pulling you back to sit atop his hard cock, sitting up to kiss you, his tongue swirling yours as you give in.

“Taste that love, so god damn sweet”

He lifts you and slides out from under your body, laying you on the bed.

“Rest your head here”

He motions for you to rest your neck against the edge of the bed, your head pointed down as your vision turns upside down. His rough hands move to grab at your breasts, pinching your nipples, revealing in the squeaks you make.

“Don’t move”

He fades from your view, crossing the room before standing back in front of you, he reaches down over you and you feel a tight pinch on your nipple, you wince slightly from the pain but he licks over the firm bud, a pinch to your other nipple and he treats it the same. His face lights with joy as he reaches to give a small tug to the chain that falls between your breasts, earning a small moan from you.

“Knew you’d like those, little slut”

He kneels down slightly in front of you, the red tip of his cock staring you down as he grabs your jaw.

“Need you to keep your mouth open, think you can do that”

You nod, needing to taste him. He plants himself low enough and lines his cock up, you stick your tongue out and he runs his tip over it, his pre cum coating your taste buds in a salty layer as you lap at him. His hand is holding your chin as he presses himself in, allowing your saliva to coat him. A small grunt escapes his lips as he pushes deeper, his tip prodding the back of your throat causing tears to prick your eyes as you gag around his length.

“Fuck, doing so good love, just a little more”

You squeeze your eyes shut and breathe through your nose, your fingers grasping at the sheets as he forces himself deep into your throat, bottoming out with a moan before sliding back, only to thrust in. His pace is quick, the air filled with the sounds of your gags as your drool pools around his base. He reaches down over you, continuing his thrusts as he grabs ahold of the chain between your nipples, tugging it, eliciting a moan from deep in your chest, his cock twitches from the vibration and he keeps a steady grip on the chain.

Your tears are staining your cheeks as he pulls out of your mouth, you gasp for air trying to breath as his thumb runs over your cheek, smearing the droplets.

“Did so good love”

You give him a weak smile as your breathing regulates, your brain is fuzzy from a mixture of arousal and lack of oxygen, you don’t notice him circle the mattress, but you feel him grab your hips, flipping your body so your cheek is pressed against the sheets. His fingers tease at your entrance, gathering your slick before travelling upward to your puckered hole, you flinch as he makes contact but the grip on your waist holds you steady, he teases a finger over the entrance, circling around the muscle,

“Think I could fuck this little hole too”

You're whimpering below him, begging him not to as he presses his finger in past a knuckle, your muscles tensing as he stretches your virgin hole.

“Shit, you’re so tight, maybe another time”

Relief takes over your body at his words. He leans forward and pushes out some saliva, letting it drip down to where his finger is, the slick coating your entrance, allowing him easier access.

“One day I’ll fill all of your holes with cum, don’t worry”

His threat had you clenching around nothing,

“Simon, pl-please”

“So desperate for my cock already, little fucking whore” His finger continues to pump into your ass as you lay there, begging to be filled.

“Please, need to feel you��

“I decide what you need”

He pulls his finger out, your body contracting at the loss as he reaches a hand over you, grabbing a handful of hair and tugging you back against him, you can feel his hard cock grind against your ass, you press back into him desperate for contact. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his mouth beside your ear,

“Maybe i’ll just fuck between your ass, not give you the satisfaction of my cock”

“No! Please, need your cock”

“That’s my girl”

He grabs his cock, teasing it between your folds as you arch into him, he pushes into you bottoming out, your head falls back against his shoulder as he grunts, thrusting into you.

“Such a good fucking girl, tight pussy taking me so well”

You’re moaning against his ear, egging him on as his hand moves to circle your clit, his fingers settling a brutal pace causing your body to twitch,

“That’s it baby, cum all over my cock”

He fucks into you, his balls slapping at the skin of your ass as his free hand tugs at the chain, you're nearly screaming in his ear,

“Fuck, who’s pussy is this?”

You moan again and he fucks into you harder

“Tell me, who does this push belong to?”

“You fuck! only you Simon”

You’re weeping next to him, tears rolling from your eyes at the stimulation,

“You crying baby, shit, s’that how good my cock feels”

You nod against him

“Use your words”

“Yes! Fuck feels so good”

He’s set a brutal pace, his length dragging against your walls as he toys with your sensitive bud, keeping a firm grasp on the chain, it’s all too much, you cum with a sob, your spend coating his cock as he fucks you through it.

He pulls from you, letting your body drop forward against the bed before flipping you onto your back, his hands are gentle, removing the clamps from your sensitive nipples before sucking them into his mouth one at a time, you melt into the mattress, your limbs no longer working in connection with your mind.

He runs his hands from the valley of your breasts to settle at your neck, squeezing lightly, bringing you back. You look up at him with glossy eyes, willing him to let you be, but he keeps your eyes on him and with a deep thrust he bottoms out, his grip tightening causing you to gasp for air as your hands grab at his wrist.

“You gonna ignore me again?” He asks through gritted teeth, his cock hitting your cervix over and over. You shake your head viciously,

“Good, no one can fuck you like this, this pussy is mine”

His arm snaked under your back lifting your hips, forcing you to take every inch of him,

“You’re gonna cum for me, one more time love”

Your throat is dry, you can’t even protest as his fingers move back to your swollen bud, flicking over it. The overstimulation brings your third orgasm quickly, you clench down on him, screaming

“Simon! Please!”

“That’s it baby, one more”

Your whole body numbs from your orgasm, you’re putty in his hands as he spreads your thighs, his cock impossibly deep inside you,

“Fuck, gonna mark you as mine, want you to feel me later, want you to remember who this pussy belongs to”

His cum pools in you, the sensation forcing a small moan from your lips as he holds his cock inside you, making sure you milk him of every drop.

His hands let go of you and he pulls out, bringing his fingers to push in any spilt load that was leaking from your abused cunt. He navigates around the room, bringing you a glass of water and holding the base of your head as you drink, your body weak against the bed. He slides in beside you, tugging your firm on top of him as his fingers thread through your hair.

“Your dads leaving for something in the morning, you’ll spend the night here”

You don’t have the strength to protest, you can’t find the words to ask how he knows your father's schedule, all you can feel is his heartbeat steadily beating against you, his soft touches lingering over your skin. You felt vulnerable in his arms, you wanted to run away, you wanted to scream, but you couldn’t, instead, you fell asleep, body clinging to his.

You wake up at the break of dawn, your limbs tangled into his as you listen to his steady breaths, he's close enough that you can make out every scar, every crease on his face. He wakes to you staring at him and pulls you tighter into his form to avoid your burning gaze, he holds you for a few minutes before getting up, throwing on a pair of boxers and heading downstairs without a word. You're alone in his room giving you time to snoop around, you scan the room, it's minimal, essentially only used for sleeping.

You open his bedside table, it's filled with condoms, various toys, and your panties, your forehead heats up, quickly closing the drawer to pretend you didn't see it. You push your hair from your face and get dressed, light footsteps descending the staircase, he's in the kitchen hovering over the stove while you sit on one of the stools behind him. You watch his muscles strain as he works, his back flexing, he turns to you, placing a small plate of food in front of your form before leaning over the counter to eat his own.

You look at him perplexed, such an act of kindness after all the mind games he put you through, you can't figure him out. He opens a drawer, pulls out a keyring and places it in front of you.

"I have to leave town for a week, these open the front door"

You grab the cold metal, toying with it in your palm, feeling the coolness against your warm skin. He continues eating without sparing a second thought to the gesture,

"I can't just come over whenever I want"

"I know, but you're welcome here anytime.. for any reason," He says, eyes still focused on his plate. You pick at the food in front of you, checking the time on the clock hung on the wall.

"I need to go"

He shifts his gaze to the clock, it's 11:23,

"My dad will be back soon"

He nods at you, gathering the plates and placing them in the sink. You walk to the door and he stands beside you, his hands cupping your face as he runs a tender thumb over your cheek.

"Such a pretty girl"

You stare at him as he scans your face,

"Goodbye Simon"

You leave through the front door and walk to your own house, walking in and releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding in, your hands moving to ghost over where his were, his touch lingering on your skin.

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uluvjay · 6 months

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first of all i think our boy liam lawson is so mf underrated and I can't find anything of him here and second of all I'm such a sucker for his hands especially when he wears RINGS. OMG. 😭 so i wanted to ask you if you could write smth abt him with list 2 prompt 61&64

Liam Lawson x fem! Reader

61. “Stop teasing me so much”

64. “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you”

Warnings?;SMUT, fingering(f receiving), cursing, kissing

“Liam” you whined from your position above the blonde.

Truly you had ended up here as a consequence of your own actions, Liam had spent the entirety of the day playing video games and to say you weren’t needy after seven straight hours would be a lie.

Coming in with a pout on your face had caused a feeling of guilt to fill your boyfriend’s chest, however it was quickly dismissed the second he felt your hips begin to grind down on him.

“Did it to yourself sweetheart” he smirked, fingers curling so slow and teasingly inside of you.

Liam truly took pride in the way he had tears running down your hot face.

All he got in return was a huff from your throat and squirm from your body as you attempt to gain pleasure but the feeling of Liam’s hand coming into contact with the side of your thigh had you halting your movements.

“Stop teasing me so much” you cried out, head buried into his neck.

“No I can’t do that baby, you decided to be a brat instead of just asking for what you wanted” he tutted.

His lips brushed soft kisses against your cotton covered shoulder as he breathed in your natural sent mixed in with the lingering smell of his cologne on the shirt.

He picked up his pace a tiny bit, fingers coming into contact with the spongy spot deep inside of you yearning a deep mewl from you.

“God Liam” you whimpered, lips coming up to trace his sharp jaw.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you” he breathed looking up at you with nothing but pure love and lust in his eyes.

He groaned at the way your cunt cleaned around his fingers at his words, part of him wishing it was his cock inside of you.

He couldn’t take it anymore he needed to see you shake and cry for him as you reached your climax, he quickly sped up his movements causing a high pitched whine to tumble from your throat at the unexpected pace.

By the way you were clenching around him he knew there was no way you would last much longer and the next words that came from your mouth had his thoughts confirmed.

“Shit Liam! I’m coming” you cried into his neck as shiveres raked through your body and your thighs shook atop of Liam’s.

“That’s it pretty girl” he praised as he pulled you into a sweet kiss as your whines got louder from his still working fingers.

“Thank you” you breathed once he pulled away from your lips.

“Anything for you pretty girl, even when you’re a brat” he smirked

#liam lawson #liam lawson smut #liam lawson x reader #liam lawson x y/n #liam lawson imagine #liam lawson x you #formula 1 #f1 fluff #f1 smut #f1blr #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #requested

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chuuyasheaven · 6 months

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"Bittersweet Torture"— Fyodor and Nikolai

"You didn't know how to feel actually, they were edging you but also making you feel absolute pleasure. Fyodor was the one making the commands and Nikolai was acting them out. Basically, you were stuck with two sadists which were enjoying your bittersweetly torture."

Tags: Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol / fem! Reader, rough sex?, voyeurism?, bondage, depression was CONSUMING me, fingering, pet names, slight praise, edging, nipple play, teasing, Nikolai cumming on you, might contain grammar errors, lazy, RUSHED, short?, etc.

Notes: excuse my (not so sudden) disappearance, depression was WAY to overwhelming, I'll just try to catch up!

As your hands were tied above you, Nikolai was playing with your nipples, with Fyodor watching. You don't recall for how long this has been going on. It was crazy how good but yet unsatisfied you felt, they've taking parts of edging you in many ways watching you cry each time they deny your sweet release. With how sensitive you've gotten, even the nipple play could've made you cum. Your moans were quiet, they grew more desperate as Nikolai got rougher with your nipples. Even though you tried to be secret with another knot building up, it was quite obvious that you grew close. Just when you were almost there— "You can stop now, Nikolai. She's getting close again.", a smirk building up on their faces as you lost another orgasm in front of them.

"Hm, what should we do next?", Fyodor asked, Nikolai just giggled before suggesting his own idea. "How about I finger her? I want to feel her clench around them until her eyes roll back.", you already clenched around the thought of it. Even the way he said it with his darker voice. ". . P–please.", you muttered mindlessly, amusing Fyodor. "Hm, if that's what she wants, you may continue.", Nikolai nodded and already got to work on you. An whine escaped your throat when Nikolai let his finger enter inside you. He slowly trusted it in and out, barely doing anything actually, only to tease you. "Do you want me to add more, dove?", he asked you, you nodded almost immediately. "I think you should use your voice, my dear.", Fyodor spoke up, you obeyed and talked. "Yes, please, N–nikolai. .", you begged shyly. "Good girl,", Fyodor praised you as Nikolai complied to your wishes.

Nikolai's fingers hit all the right places, making you already dizzy with how good he was with this. All while Fyodor was watching the both of you with an smug look on his face. Once again, you got closer each time Nikolai's fingers made contact with your sweet spot, but Fyodor prevented your orgasm again. "She's close to cumming again.", Nikolai immediately stopped fingering you and another stressed whine left you. "What now, Fedya?", Nikolai turned his head to face Fyodor, who only shrugged. "If you have any ideas on what to do next, carry them out if you like.", Nikolai turned back to you with an evil smirk on his face. "Alright, I already got one!", he giggled while taking off his undergarments. You instantly started to drip seeing his erect cock, you needed it inside you so bad.

"Would you look at that, our sweet is already dripping wet!", he bent down to your face, almost whispering to your lips; "You wanna feel me this bad? This is quite hilarious to me.", Nikolai then started to jerk himself off, chuckling deeply. "Well, the only thing you're gonna feel is my cum!", he picked up the speed, his thumb doing it's work on his tip. While watching this lewd view in front of him, Fyodor could feel himself get harder. Your cunt clenched around nothing when you saw an drop of his precum leak out of his tip. "How. . adorable!", Nikolai cheered while feeling his own climax nearing. He moved closer to you as more precum leaked, his cock mere inches away from your pussy, a smile making it's way onto his face. Nikolai's breathing got heavier until you felt his cum leak onto your cunt.

"—Atleast Fedya can slip inside your cunt easily after this!"

I'm really disappointed how this turned out.

@soukokulatte , @miloofc , @crystalice09 , @medusalovessnakes , @kk-oma , @rxyyyyy !!

#Rei's Kinktober 2023 !! ❤️#bsd smut #bsd fic smut #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor smut #bsd fyodor #fyolai #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bungou stray dogs fyodor #bungo stray dogs nikolai #nikolai gogol smut #nikolai smut #nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai #nikolai x reader

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writerswall26 · 2 months

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My Sweet Cairo (Part 2)

Synopsis: The Ravens' Soccer team Captain fell in love for Cairo Sweet

Warning: Slight cursing, Student-Teacher relations. Other than that, none that I know of (but feel free to correct me)

Words: 1.7k

Masterlist | Previous Part | Next Part

A/N: Thank you for the warm welcome. But I think confusion would start here before the good climax. Happy Reading!

"Before we start our lesson, we want to congratulate our soccer team’s captain for winning us the semi finals last saturday night." Mr. Miller told the class where they cheered and whistled. Y/N smiling humbly while she saw Cairo clapping with them, a warm smile on her face.

"Told yah we'll bring home the championship this year." Y/N told Mr. Miller who laughed.

"I do hope so. Alright, let's continue!" He clapped and proceeded with their class.

Despite Cairo just sitting prettily in the front row, Y/N did not mind her as she was so engrossed with their lesson.

After their class, Y/N waited for Cairo outside of class patiently and she was out in minutes with Winnie.

"What do you want now, superstar?" Winnie asked in playful annoyance, rolling her eyes.

Y/N rolled her eyes as well. "I'm not here for you, miss creepy girl. I'm here for her." Y/N said, turning to Cairo with a sweet smile.

"To what do I owe you, superstar?" Cairo teased which made Y/N groan as she leaned her head back.

"See what you did there?" She turned to Winnie who raised her hands in surrender which Cairo giggled.

"What is it?" Cairo finally asked, curiously.

"Would you want to have dinner with me? Saturday night?" Y/N asked, fidgeting on the strap of her duffel bag.

"Are you asking me on a date?" The smile on Cairo's face never left.

Y/N shrugged. "If you want to call it that, I'm not complaining." She smiled.

Winnie and Cairo gave each other a look before the shorter girl turned to her.

"I'd take you up on it, but I got something going on saturday, I'm sorry." And that, my friend, hurts like a fucking bitch.

Y/N nodded, her face faltering at the rejection. But she still managed to smile and nodded.

"I see. It's okay." She said, starting to walk back slowly. "I'll see you around, then."

She was not feeling herself after that but she saw this coming as well. It's reaching to say that Cairo's gonna accept immediately after just a small interaction and one game.

"What's with the long face, sweetheart?" Jasmine asked as soon as she sat down in their physics class.

Y/N gave her a small smile as she shook her head, getting the rejection out of her head. "Nothing, just feeling a little under the weather." She said and said nothing more.

She was bummed out until saturday and her mother noticed it.

"What's wrong, darling? You've been looking a little down lately." Y/M/N, her mum, said while putting the lasagna on the table.

Y/N smiled at her mum. "Nothing. Just tired." She said before she stood up.

"Where are you going? We're gonna have lunch soon." Her mother called her but she just continued walking.

"I'm gonna take a breather. Don't wait up. Love you." She said before she took her bike and went for a small ride.

She was feeling the breeze and all that when the rain started pouring.

"Goodness gracious!" She muttered as she went faster to find a place to shelter on. And she did, on a big tree in front of Vanderbilt. She was drying herself up when her gaze fell on two particular people on the porch of the place.

"What the fuck?" She muttered to herself, it's Cairo and Mr. Miller, close to each other, smoking.

Her mind was running a thousand times over. What the fuck is Mr. Miller doing with Cairo outside of class? But then again, both of them are writers, it's a poetry place. She stared for a long time, watching and waiting and praying for nothing to happen. And when nothing did, she let out a small sigh.

She shook her head to get back to her senses before she rode her bike again. An anger about to blow inside her and the more she stays, the more it bubbles. She can't have that. So, she rode, fast on the rough wet road.

"Fuck!" She screamed over and over and over again until her tires bumped into something, causing her to lose her balance and be thrown off her bike a couple of feet away, her body slamming on the rough road causing a few nasty scratches in her left arm and a bump on her head.

She laid there, breathing heavily as she tried to feel her body, her legs, her arms. Thankfully, she's still functioning. So she pushed herself up, groaning as she limped to her bike, she checked on it first and was thankful that it was not wrecked. She sighed before she got on her bike and pushed through despite her entire body aching from the impact.

When she got home, her mum immediately rushed to her, checking her up from head to toe before leading her to the living room couch to sit.

"What happened to you, darling?" Her mum asked worriedly as she got a baskin of hot water and her medical kit.

"Didn't see a rock on the way." She answered quietly as her mother started tending to her.

"Was it pouring hard? You should've taken shelter and waited for it to stop." Her mum said softly while cleaning her scratches on her arm and face.

The two of them were silent while her mum's patching her up. After she was done, she kissed Y/N's forehead and fixed the things she used.

"Go get changed before we have our dinner." Y/M/N said, she did what she was asked to.

Y/N walked up to her room, threw her clothes in the laundry basket and changed. The image in her head was not leaving but she soon blocked it out when her mother called her for dinner.

"The finals is a week away. You should take care of your body if you want to win." Y/M/N told her gently while giving her a portion of her food.

Y/N smiled softly. "I know. I was being reckless, I'm sorry I made you worry."

Y/M/N smiled, patting her hand gently before they started their dinner together.

"Will you be able to watch?" Y/N asked in the middle of their dinner.

Y/M/N grinned beautifully. "Of course. I've already told the hospital I'm taking a leave to watch my wonderful daughter crush the opposing team and win that championship cup!"

Y/N chuckled at her mum's enthusiasm. "That's over reaching, mother." She says but her mum shook her head.

"This is your final game before university and you will, for sure, by no means, win the cup. And I'm so so proud of you."

Y/N's heart warmed at her mother's proud smile. She's been talking non-stop about this championship and how it's gonna look on her university portfolio, so her mother wanted her to do her best to win this championship this season.

On monday when she got to her English class, worried looks were thrown her way when they saw her wounds and the scratch on her face. Even Winnie did not give her the usual flirty attitude she usually gives whenever she sat down beside her.

"What happened to you?" Winnie asked worriedly, checking her up.

Y/N shrugged. "Just some scratches here and there."

"You have an entire bandage on your arm, Y/N. Not to mention, that thing on your face. That's not some scratch." Winnie said, concern laced in her voice.

Y/N gave her a smirk. "You worried now, sweetheart?" She tried but Winnie did not smile one bit.

Y/N sighed and faced her to show her the bandage. "Look, I fell off my bike, okay? But I'm perfectly fine now. My mum made sure of that the entire weekend." She assured the girl.

Winnie stayed quiet for a moment before she nodded. "Sure you're okay though? No broken bones or something?"

Y/N chuckled. Winnie can be adorable when she wants to.

"I'm perfectly fine. No broken bones or something." She assured Winnie who nodded with a smile.

Their class starts with Mr. Miller introducing another quote from a book and they're to make their own interpretation of it and present it in their next class.

After their class, Y/N immediately fixed her things hoping to run away from a certain brunette girl which she failed miserably as she was already in front of Y/N before the taller girl even had the chance to step out.

"What happened to you?" Cairo asked, her voice gentle and worried.

Usually, Y/N would smile and be all giddy but after what she saw last saturday, it's like all the happiness in the world had vanished.

"I fell off my bike. Excuse me." Y/N said, pushing past Cairo who followed her outside.

"Are you really going to be like this?" She heard Cairo saying from behind her.

Y/N groaned, letting her head fall back before she turned to look at the smaller girl. Winnie's even worried while watching.

"Like what, Cairo?" She asked, annoyance evident in her voice.

"This." Cairo said, pointing a hand at her as she walks in front of Y/N. "Are you really going to ignore me? What? Because I said no to you last saturday?"

Y/N's ears tinged at what was being accused of her. She wanted to burst out and say she saw her and Mr. Miller at Vanderbilt together, close and inappropriate. But she refrained herself, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves down.

"I'm not avoiding you. I have physics. And why do I care if you're out somewhere with God knows who? I'm not expecting you to say yes just because we had a small interaction and you watched one of my games. I'm not that shallow." Y/N's voice was restrained, her face red from trying to calm down.

Cairo was shocked to see this. She was not expecting Y/N to have a side like this. The few times she's seen this girl, she's always smiling and laughing. Never this angry.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? Let me make it up to you. Come by to my place, let's have dinner tonight." Cairo said, holding a hand to Y/N's chest and caressing it gently. Her big brown eyes are soft and apologetic.

Y/N stared at her for a moment before she sighed, bowing her head to calm before she gave out a small smile.

"Forget it." Y/N said as she stepped back, letting Cairo's hand fall on her side with a pained look.

"Finals on Saturday night, Winnie. Hope to see you there." Y/N said before she walked back and went to her physics class, not bothering to throw Cairo another glance.

#jenna ortega x reader #cairo sweet x reader #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega #cairo sweet #tara carpenter #wednesday addams #miller's girl

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cypherthesuccubus · 25 days

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You can call us both….Daddy~ (FINALE)

Alastor x Reader x Luci -Part 4- (NSFW) (MDNI)!!!!!!

WARNINGS: smut, threesome, daddy kink, praise kink, body worship, cock worship, Gentle Dom Luci, Dom Alastor, mate marking, blood kink, slight bondage, S&M, tentacle play, anal, DP, she/ her pronouns, vaginal sex, creampie, facial, slight RadioApple action

Other tags: fluff, angst

Reader will always receive aftercare!!! ✨

Hot Damn!!! Looks like Part 4 is coming and is coming hard~ Prepare yourselves~ 🥵😈✨ (I do apologize for the wait I was too exhausted last night to finish it on time lol)

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

THAT!!….was SO FUCKING HOT!!!!! I didn’t expect it by a long shot, but I am so here for it!!!!!! Watching them kiss like that, was like taking an aphrodisiac and I wanted more. Alastor snaps me out of my thoughts as he picks me up again; this time taking us to the middle of the bed. Instead of laying down he was on his knees as he held me up by my thighs; keeping my legs apart while I hold his neck for support. I feel one of Al’s tentacles wrap around my wrists; bounding them together. Luci then starts to make his way towards us; standing on his knees as well; nestling between my legs again. “Slide yourself back in, your majesty~” Luci didn’t hesitate as he slammed himself back into me; causing me to moan loudly when his tip hit my g spot. I feel Alastor line himself up but it wasn’t to my asshole this time. “What are you planning Al?” Luci looked at him like he was insane for even thinking this was gonna work. “Like I said before~ To make this more entertaining, my lord~” I feel the tip of Alastor’s cock pressing into where Luci was already buried. My breath hitches, as my pussy is being spread open even further; the tip now buried right next to Luci’s cock. “Now this next part will be intense, my dear~ remember to breathe and relax as best as you can~”

I threw my head back against Alastor’s shoulder; letting out a gasp along side a yelp his length slowly enters inside. I dig my nails into Al’s shoulders blades; leaving deep bloody scratches in the wake. Whimpering and trembling, as Alastor is now fully buried into my pussy along side Luci. My hole burned and ached from how far it was being stretched to fit both men inside. “You did so good babygirl~ You took us so well~” Luci went to caress my cheek while placing feather like kisses all over my face, soon placing one on my lips. “Ready for us to move darling~” Al whispered as he kissed and nipped at my neck. I nodded as they both in unison start to thrust in and out; making me go dumb from the shear fullness I felt each time they came back in together. Luci wrapped his arms around not only me, but around Al as well; digging his claws into his lower back. Al hissed from the sudden pain; look down at Luci as his smile widened “Careful, your majesty~ you might regret it later~” Luci chuckles as he then smacks down on Al’s ass; gripping it as he made Al’s breath hitch “Do your worst Alastor~”

(Luci’s P.O.V)

Alastor thinks he can one up me, but little does he know I can take a lot more than he can dish out. I felt one of Alastor’s tentacles slowly wrap around my thigh; finding its way to my asshole as it teased the entrance. “Oooh~ you would go there, huh?~” His grin widened as the tentacle pushed its way inside my ass; making groan from the intrusion. “Now shut your mouth and take it, your majesty” the tentacle starts to thrust into me, just as rough as we’re fucking into (Y/N). She looked so fucking gorgeous right now; moaning out and arching her back as she begs for more. It made me almost finish right then and there, but I withheld. I bring my face to (Y/N’s) as I capture her lips with another passionate kiss. I could feel her inner walls twitch and spasm around us; signifying that she is very close to her climax. I break our kiss for a moment as I look to Alastor “Join in on this Al~ (Y/N) wants both daddies to kiss her~” Without hesitation, all of us engaged into 3 way kiss; tongues entangling and tasting each other beautifully. Al and I’s thrusts were getting rougher and more uneven; he was on edge right along with me. “Gonna!~……CUUUM!!~” she moaned in between kisses; thus further pushing us to reach our heights along with her. “Me too babygirl~ That’s it~ Cum for daddy~”

I feel her clamp down, hard, as she screams in pleasure; grinding against us as she rides her high out. This soon pushes me over the edge as well; groaning as I fill her to the brim with thick ropes of cum. Alastor groans out as he soon fills her with his cum as well; biting into her shoulder, causing her to yelp from the sudden pain. He then starts lapping at the blood now dripping down her shoulder. I then in turn place my lips in the crook of her neck; slowly sinking my teeth as she trembles from overstimulation. I lick up the excess blood as well; letting go of her neck as to look into her eyes. “You did so good for daddy~” I pull her in for a tender kiss; wrapping my arms around her waist while still buried inside her. I feel Alastor slowly pull out of her as he lowers her into my lap; unbounding her wrists whilst pull out his tentacle from me; getting up from the bed as he heads to the bathroom. I explore her body, caressing every curve as our kiss deepened. If she was a drug, I would be completely addicted; never wanting to quit. I break the kiss; rubbing her sides affectionately as my tail wraps around her thigh. “I’m sorry for not confessing my feelings sooner Luci….I just didn’t know how to without hurting the both of you.” I press my finger against her lips; softly shushing her “I know, babygirl. It was difficult to tell you as well…but, I couldn’t think of a better way to express feelings than this.” She smiles as she lays her forehead against mine; closing our eyes as we basked in the afterglow.

(Alastor’s P.O.V)

I finish running a warm bath as I head back into the room; seeing the two glued together as they plant small kisses every so often. I make my way to them; leaning over the bed as I direct (Y/N’s) chin to face me; planting a kiss as well. “Come now, darling~ let’s get you cleaned up.” I wrap my arms around her; picking her up from Lucifer as she wraps her limbs around me; nestling her face in the crook of my neck. “You too as well, your highness~” He shifts himself off the bed as he follows us to the bath. Once inside, I gently step into the warm water of the tub while (Y/N) still wrapped around me. I slowly sit down; submerging us into the comfort of the water; turning her around so she is lying against my chest. I offer my hand out to Lucifer as my grin widens “Need a hand, my lord?” He slowly takes my hand as I help guide him into the water; slowly sitting down in front of (Y/N) as he adjusts himself to lay on her, facing us. “Is the bath to your liking, my dear~” She hums in approval while completely relaxing into my chest fluff. She wrapped her arms around Lucifer, pulling him in as he nestled his face in between her breasts; looking up at her lovingly.

“And for you, my lord?~ is this up to your standards?” He hums in approval as he closes his eyes; relaxing against (Y/N’s) chest. “Veeery much, yes~” I then grab the shampoo, putting some in my hand as I go to wash (Y/N’s) hair; gently massaging her scalp as she sighs into my manipulations. After we finish washing off, stepping out of the tub, Lucifer helps me dry (Y/N) throughly; snapping his fingers as he puts her in a white flowing night gown. Gently picking her up again, we make our way back to the bed; Lucifer snapping his fingers again, changing the sheets. I lift the covers as a crawl into bed with (Y/N) still attached to me. Lucifer climbs in from the other side as he scoots closer to us; wrapping his arms around her waist as he snuggles into her neck. I place my arm around her waist as well, placing a kiss on her forehead while she snuggles into my chest fluff. “Rest now, my dear~ we’ll see you in the morning.” Lucifer places a kiss on her cheek “And I’ll have pancakes ready for us~” She giggles into my chest; slowly drifting off to sleep “Can’t wait~”

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mina-saiyat · 2 months

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tzuyu and jihyo have a gangbang with 5 big men with a small dick. they suck two dick at the same time and use them like toys. all the men cum in their asshole and mouth multiple times

"Come on, babies. Let you enjoy our big dick tonight." A man's low and sexy voice sounded. The other four men also started laughing.

Tzuyu and Jihyo looked at each other with excited expressions. They immediately moved forward and began to skillfully handle the two cocks in front of them.

Tzuyu took two cocks in her mouth and licked it, making a few erotic moans from time to time. On the other side, Jihyo held a dick with one hand and stroked it up and down, occasionally tapping the sac.

The other men were not idle either. They made the two girls kneel side by side, then inserted their cocks into their mouths and hands, squeezing their breasts while thrusting vigorously.

"Ugh...um..." The two girls moaned one after another, with intoxicated expressions on their faces. They cooperated in a tacit understanding to provide the most obscene service to the five cocks in front of them.

It didn't take long before two men that Jihyo sucking reached the climax first. "Fuck! It feels so good!" the two men roared, and streams of hot water shot directly into the deep throats of the Jihyo. Jihyo swallowed it immediately, seeming to enjoy the feeling.

Seeing this, the other three also worked harder on Tzuyu's mouths and little hands. Their sexual skills are so good that they can even relax a little when a man is about to ejaculate, let a part of his cock withdraw, and then suddenly swallow the whole cock, giving the man a strong sense of stimulation.

"What a slutty little bitch!" a man gasped, feeling like he could hardly stand the bone-crushing feeling. Another man also echoed: "That's right, you two little slut are going to drain us dry!"

Tzuyu and Jihyo just smiled shyly and continued to serve the five men's cocks vigorously. They know that their skills have already eaten these men to death, and with just a few tricks, they can make them at their mercy.

Sure enough, not long after, the men sucked by Tzuyu could not help but surrender, and the hot semen filled the mouths of the Tzuyu. The last remaining man also reached his limit under Jihyo's teasing, and thick white fluid spurted out, all over the faces and bodies of the two girls.

The five men finally exhausted their energy and collapsed on the ground, panting. But Tzuyu and Jihyo were still in high spirits. They used their fingers to scrape the semen off their faces and put it into their mouths to taste. They also looked at the remaining cocks with unfulfilled interest, ready to start the next round of madness.

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #twice imagines #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #twice mina #jihyo smut #twice jihyo #tzuyu smut #twice tzuyu

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ihavemanyhusbands · 2 months

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imagine prison will fresh out of prison, back at home. getting back into the swing of their life together. (all that...pent up energy he must have 😏)

Yeah yeah yeah!!!!!!!!! YEAH!!!! (Im excited can u tell lmaooo)

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As soon as you’d pulled up in front of the cabin, switching off the engine, Will reached over and pulled you into a frantic kiss. You let out a small sound of surprise, but quickly melted into it with a smile.

You buried your fingers in his curls, which had grown out during his time away. You loved how it made him look charmingly disheveled, reminiscent of his youth. You hoped he wouldn’t cut it for some time, but you wouldn’t blame him if he did.

“Can we go inside?” You asked between kisses. “I don’t think you want our real reunion to be here.”

He pulled away reluctantly, blinking a few times as if waking up from a dream.

“No, of course not. We need more space,” he said, immediately opening the car door.

You laughed as he practically chased you to the front door of the cabin, finally seeing him smile. You let the dogs outside, and while he took a moment to greet all of the excited pack, you slipped inside to drop off his stuff.

“Ah, ah! Don’t go too far,” you heard Will quickly crossing the threshold, closing the door behind him.

He pounced on you once more, cornering you against the wall. The feeling of him was overwhelming in the best way, his smell and warmth and sturdy presence enveloping you.

“You don’t waste a second, huh?” You teased, letting him push your shirt over your head.

“I’ve wasted enough time already,” he rasped, hastily moving onto your pants, practically ripping them off.

He undid his next, and you hooked your legs around his hips as he carried you. Later, there would be time to really savor each other; To retrace all the parts that you’d both committed to memory.

But right then and there, you needed each other as close as possible.

“I missed you,” he said against your neck, his thrusts growing more erratic as he neared his climax. “I missed you so fucking much.”

“I missed you, too,” you gasped, holding him tighter against you, and it wasn’t long before the two of you came at the same time.

In the comedown, the two of you remained there panting, in no rush to disentangle. He leaned his forehead against yours tenderly, and you smiled once again, finally feeling like things were in their rightful place.

“Welcome home.”

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#will graham x reader #will graham fanfiction #will graham smut #hannibal fanfiction #minors dni

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blushk1tten · 4 months

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slut! ꨄ minors dni

— nsfw: schlatt x afab reader, self degradation, praise kink —

slut, whore, clout chaser, dick rider. since publicly revealing your relationship with schlatt, you had heard it all from the internet. for the most part though, you were able to brush it off. after all, you knew the truth and so did schlatt. you loved him endlessly, regardless of his platform. however, for some reason, the hate comments were bothering you today.

the streamer awards had been the previous night, and you had finally convinced schlatt to go in person. so, the two of you had flown to LA, gotten dressed up in your finest gala wear, and had a fantastic time with your friends. to commemorate the night, you had posted some pictures on your instagram. the final picture you posted was of you and schlatt dancing at the afterparty, a bright smile on both of your faces.

while there were positive comments, especially from your friends, the comments from the fans were skewing negative today. some were the usual insults, but others were just plain vile. it made your stomach churn just to read them. worst of all though, it made you doubt yourself and your relationship. were you just tricking yourself into thinking that you weren’t a clout chasing slut?

by the time schlatt returned to the hotel room with the takeout you had ordered, you were curled up on the bed in tears. once he realized what was happening, he quickly put aside the food and climbed in bed with you, pulling you close to his chest.

"what's wrong, baby? 's everything okay?"

you shook your head, pulling away from him. it stung your heart to see the shocked and slightly hurt look on his face. "how can you be with me? how do you know i'm not just with you for fame? that i'm not some clout chasing slut?"

schlatt's face softened at that, realizing what was happening now. he began to gently rub up and down your arms, trying to soothe you. "you're not a clout chasing slut. anyone who said that obviously doesn't know you the way i do. fuck, i had to beg you t' come on my channel and reveal our relationship."

that was true. you had been so scared of this exact thing happening that you refused to reveal your relationship for over a year. still, you could feel that bit of insecurity still nipping at your insides. "how do you know i didn't trick you?"

"because you're a bad liar," he teased gently, finally pulling you back in and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "you're nothin' that any of those comments say, and if it's okay, i'd like t' prove that t' you."

you thought about it for a moment, then nodded. you needed schlatt right now, pressing you carefully into the bed and showering you in kisses as he made love to you.

with your consent, schlatt began to do exactly that. he carefully removed your clothes, all while pressing kisses to your bare skin. every kiss made you feel loved and revered. quiet whimpers began to escape your lips, making him smile and come up to finally press a kiss to them. "there's my baby. love you so much, doll."

schlatt's clothes came off next, before he slunk down your body and began to press soft, open mouth kisses to your clit and entrance. you couldn't help but gasp and reach out for his hand, clasping it in yours as he dove in more vigorously, making sure to get you nice and wet. it didn't take long for your hand to squeeze his, back arching up and gasping as you reached your first climax.

"shit, baby," schlatt groaned as he climbed back on top of you and leaned in to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. "you always taste so fuckin' good. you always are so fuckin' good. lemme take care of you."

all it took was another nod from you for schlatt to push in, tangling his hand in yours once again as he began to move. he kept his thrusts slow but firm, making sure to find that spot in you that sent sparks up your spine, "you're so perfect, doll," he murmured softly, leaning in to kiss you briefly and swallowing your tiny gasps. "like an angel. lemme hear you say it. want you to say how perfect you are."

as schlatt squeezed your hand, and you felt his nose brushing gently against yours with every thrust, you couldn't help but give in. "'m perfect. 'm your baby, your doll, your angel."

he gave you another kiss, groaning as he began to speed up. "that's my girl. now c'mon, i wanna make you feel good."

it didn’t take much longer for you to cum, clenching around his cock as he came inside of you and whispered sweet phrases in your ear.

"there you go, shit, that's my angel. you look so beautiful, doll. just keep on milkin' my cock."

afterwards, when you were both cleaned up and lying in the afterglow, you couldn't help but think back to the comments again. this time though, you had a different take. if this is how revered schlatt made you feel all the time, maybe it was worth being a so called slut.

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you #jschlatt hcs #schlatt hcs #jschlatt headcanons #schlatt headcanons #jschlatt smut #schlatt smut #blush ꨄ

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haechansdoll · 10 months

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bound to your love - lhc x reader

[ PS : I couldn't resist these prince haechan pictures everywhere ]

Pairing : Prince! Husband! Haechan x f!Princess!reader.

Description : After the birth of your daughter, you feel insecure about your body; however, Haechan shows you that you have nothing to worry about.

Warnings: most softest sex ever yet explicit, mentions of pregnancy, lactaction kink, lactation, married sex.

Your baby girl, born just five months ago, has already become the most precious treasure to both Haechan and you. You both cherish every moment, watching her grow every day with love-filled eyes. Haechan's devotion goes beyond his protective nature; he is fully committed to you and your child. Together, you navigate the routines, supporting each other through sleepless nights and tender moments. In Haechan's presence, you find solace and reassurance. And beyond the palace, your little one's presence is known and cherished.

From the corridors of the palace to the other end of Seoul, the fame of this tiny baby travels in whispers.

The king has a child, an heir.

And it is you who lit the fuse for the next generation of Lee’s-Kingdom by giving your Kingdom a daughter. A new generation will grow with her, nurturing and strengthening this resilient culture and warrior society.

As you traverse the grand halls and corridors of the palace, every person you encounter bows in awe; their eyes are drawn to the remnants of your once-swollen belly. The physical changes your body has undergone since giving birth are cherished and celebrated in our culture. This culture honors a postpartum body; since it is highly valued in this culture to maintain the bloodline and create clans, ideas like pregnancy and postpartum are embraced by the heart.

Haechan wholeheartedly agrees with this sentiment. As far as the duties of the throne permit, he has always been by your side during your pregnancy, watching your belly grow and providing relief when needed. His strong, gloved hands have supported your back, gently massaging away the discomfort caused by the weight of your growing child. On some nights of need and desire, when you feel needy, soaked, and burning with desire to be filled up, he has been there to bring you to the exquisite climax you crave. Each night, as you drifted off to sleep, he watched over you with a profound sense of gratitude, placing tender kisses on your shoulder.

Just as your pregnancy didn't change the way he felt about you, neither did the birth; it didn't even affect Haechan to wipe the blood from your thighs when you were in labor bed or your saggy belly and leaking breasts, which he feels when he holds you in his arms in the bed you share every night. He remains unfazed by your crying fits, brought on by fluctuating hormones, or the strands of hair that come to his hand while he caresses your hair gently. To him, every part of you is a testament to your incredible strength and resilience.

Whenever he takes you in his strong arms, he tells you that what you have achieved is incredible and that your body should be treated accordingly. His fingertips trace your skin, conveying the awe he feels for you. And while you’re picking out every bit of your new body, Haechan is falling even more in love.

And he doesn't let it remain in words; you can tell he really means it when he gives you sugary ice chips to quell your inner fire when you feel weary after giving birth or when he gently rubs soothing cream on your sore breasts from breastfeeding. He knows that all these changes in your body are because you have raised and nurtured his baby for nine months and finally brought her into the world in good health. He knows that every battle leaves its mark. And for you, it was the journey of pregnancy and birth.

While you struggle to adjust to your new body, Haechan adores and reverse it, seeing your beauty in a whole new light. Your body's transformation has only amplified his love and respect for you.

However, amidst his deep admiration, Haechan finds himself yearning for you. He can see how challenging and exhausting the postpartum period is for you, but he can’t help but imagine holding you in his arms. His desire to intimately explore every inch of your delicate body and to lose himself in the depths of your passion fills his thoughts. With longing and intoxicating passion, he longs to be able to hold his wife, his princess, to touch every part of your body, and to bury his lips in the nook between your neck and shoulder.

The thing he misses the most is having you with a burning and tantalizing desire and hearing you moan his name helplessly as he slowly sinks into you. He wants to see the burning lust in your eyes as your souls become one.

But above all, Haechan seeks a sign from you—a word, a lustful kiss, or even a fleeting innocent blink—to know that you are ready and that the fire within you burns just as fiercely. He understands the time required for you to recover, both physically and emotionally, and he has never pressed you to hurry the process.

After five long months, you finally receive permission from your doctor to use tampons and engage in sexual activities. However, you can’t shake off the feeling of reluctance that has settled within you. You don’t want Haechan to witness the state of your body after all you’ve been through.

But one fateful evening, as you find yourself wrapped in Haechan’s embrace, a shift occurs within you.

On that night, after a refreshing bath, you slip into one of your black nursing nightgowns and absorbent underwear and lie down next to your husband on smooth satin sheets. He is in bed before you, waiting. After concluding his duties in the throne room, he makes his way back to this cherished space, where his heart resides. Both to take care of his little baby and to support his wife.

As weariness envelopes you like a soothing mist, you become aware of Haechan's gaze wandering appreciatively across your body. When you feel the warm blood rushing through your veins to your cheeks, a whirlpool of emotions envelops you. Your heart, heavy with worry, clenches tightly in your chest at the thought of him seeing your exhausted body.

"Are you checking me out?" You ask smoothly. "Of course I am, doll" He grins and turns over on his side in bed to look at you. As you move to get closer to him, Haechan stretches his hands towards you, like an unspoken invitation that you can't resist. You crawl up between his legs, laying close as he pulls you to his chest, feeling the heat of his body radiating through every inch of your being.

He rubs your back tenderly, and you notice he’s half hard underneath you. As your heart beats wildly, you feel an intense fire stirring deep within you. The mere presence of Haechan evokes a pull that you struggle to resist. Though you sometimes shy away from his advances, the allure of his touch proves irresistible, drawing you closer to his side.

He’s been thinking about your body; you were perfect before, and you’re perfect now after these changes. He purrs, "I’ve missed you," against your neck.

And you know that. You’ve missed him too. The touch of your husband, your Chan, has been a balm to your starved soul. As he holds you close to his chest, your head spins with a mixture of relief and desire. A smile graces your lips, and in a moment of unspoken longing, you lean up to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. You smile, bringing a hand up to brush over his cheekbone. "I’ve missed you too," You whisper back to him.

Haechan’s hands are careful to help you move your hips as you begin to sit up, straddling his waist. Your arms encircle Haechan's neck,The months of longing and desire buried deep within rise to the surface at this moment. Seated on his sturdy thighs, you surrender to the raw intensity, allowing the connection between you to ignite into a passionate flame.

As you take the lead, his thumb tenderly caresses your plushed lips. Haechan struggles to hold back, the unfamiliarity heightened by the long absence of physical touch. Yet he exercises care, understanding the importance of gentleness, allowing you to dictate the rhythm. And you acknowledge his earnest efforts, deeply grateful for his unwavering commitment.

Your master, husband, Haechan, and most importantly, the daddy of your little baby girl, are all standing in front of you in all of his glory. Your heart swells with love, ignited by a wave of burning desire.

You give a few slow rocks of your hips against his muscular thighs, and Haechan cocks up an eyebrow. "Are you sure, princess?" He asks quietly. "I-If I - I’ll ask you to stop if- you know - Haechan," You mumble innocently.

It has been a long time since you felt him deep inside you. The tiniest shred of the dazzling feeling that would push you over the edge is elusive and distant. And the uncertainty of it lingers as your body recovers and continues to do so.

But you still feel it's worth a try, tenderly and lovingly connecting your lips with your husband's. And he kisses you back, matching your pace. Ignoring the wild beating of your heart, you surrender to the enchantment of the moment. Haechan's kiss deepens as his familiar taste finds a place in your mouth. You moan softly into his mouth, and as desire slowly takes over your control, the primal instinct embedded in your core starts to show itself.

To be loved, touched, and fucked; to have your soul filled with him

His name falls from your slick lips as you try to catch your breath from his exploitative and long kiss. His gentle exhales brush delicately against your face. Leaning your forehead against Haechan's, you giggle and whisper, "We must be quiet,with our little one asleep in the crib." He grins, rubbing his nose against yours. "I'll try my best, princess," he murmurs.

It’s a new sensation, grinding your hips against him. His firm hands grip your flesh, guiding you with a gentle touch. Dark and intense passion flares in their eyes, locking onto yours with a piercing gaze. His hands glide slowly from your hips to the hem of your silk nightgown. His eyes scan your face as if requesting permission, and you nod slightly. He carefully takes off your nightgown and throws it somewhere in the room. And there you are, sitting in your husband's lap semi-naked, with the stretch marks of pregnancy just beginning to heal on your belly, taut breasts full of milk that has doubled in size, and a soul that loves two people unconditionally—this is you.

Haechan’s sole and his dearest wife.

He kisses your chin as his gloved hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you over and over again. The warmth of his hands tickles a string somewhere in you as you close your eyes to sink into the moment. "pretty" he whispers, his voice filled with longing, tilting his head as your lips delicately graze his neck. It's a sensation you haven't indulged in for what feels like an eternity. The passage of time blurs, and you struggle to recall exactly how long it has been since you last shared such an intimate moment. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you revel in the tender connection between you both.

In response to his touch, your body tingles with anticipation as his hands caress and gently squeeze your backside. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, igniting a dormant fire within you. You can't help but gasp softly, the compliment he whispers reaching the depths of your soul.

He mumbles, his voice heavy with desire, as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your underwear.He guides your hips against him, moving with deliberate slowness as his desire intensifies. Beneath you, he grows harder, his breathing heavy and hard. And he embraces you, and he lays you down gently beneath him, your bare back meeting soft sheets. "This okay?" He asks quietly.

You nod, relaxing back against the pillows as he sheds the comfy panties you’ve grown so accustomed to living in. He sits back to take a look at you; however, all you can see is his throbbing and angry length, soaked with pre-cum visible through his pants.

"Haechan, please," you say, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "Don't stare," Embarrassment washes over you as you expose a body you're still learning to embrace, a body that hasn't yet become a source of comfort for you.

"I can’t help princess" he whispers as he leans down, leaving a trail of tender kisses from your collarbone down to your tummy. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and warmth spreads throughout your body. With each kiss, his love becomes palpable, and your heart swells with affection. "You can’t even imagine how beautiful you look right now." His words resonate deeply within you, embracing your insecurities and soothing your doubts.

He takes off his gloves to feel your warm and delicate skin. You whimper as his powerful and bare hands gently cup your breasts, even before rolling them firmly and kneading them in his hold. His hands discover your sore and full breasts, and the sweet warmth radiating from his touch penetrates your skin. His hands and fingers' warmth leave an ethereal mark of adoration on your skin. He tightly grasps your breasts as the warm milk drips from your skin onto his hands. Seeing you full and nourished like this drives him crazy; it reminds him to whom you belong, whose child you gave birth to.

Then he begins meanderingly kissing your chin and neck, nibbling and licking tender flesh as he does so. Before he even places his mouth on your tits, the feelings cause you to whine and wriggle.

And when his warm and slick lips find one of your nipples, you cry out; the bittersweet aching of your breasts and pleasure become too much to handle. He teases you in a smooth rhythm; however, you jolt with a burst of pleasure suddenly when he sucks your nipple, filling his mouth with your milk. His name falls from your mouth in broken syllables.

''My doll,'' he says against your tender skin, ''You taste so sweet''.

He has done it to you before, and he knows that it drives you fucking crazy. The spark of pleasure ignites inside you as his wicked tongue teases your nipple in his mouth.

''Ohfuck, Haechan, no-" you gasp, "Please-'''

''That’s it, sweet girl. Surrender to it,'' he says as he works on you. He devours you with a hunger that you’ve never seen before. This man, your beloved, loves you more than anything in this damned universe, and when it comes to your sweet body, he loses control; the desire takes the lead. He mumbles sweet words to your skin as he explores you; he just can’t get enough of you.

Slowly, he traces down from your breasts to your tummy, where he gives smooth kisses. "You are too pretty” he says as he keeps leaving kisses on your tummy. "You grew our little warrior here. I can hardly believe it sometimes." He raises his head to look into your eyes and continues, "I am so proud of you".

As emotions overwhelm you, your heart brimming with affection, you can't hold back the words any longer.

"I love you," you whisper softly, your voice filled with sincerity. His gaze meets yours, a reflection of the love and desire shared between you. He replies, "I love you more than any word can say" as he finds his way from your tummy to your cunt.

His hands dance smoothly on your thighs, then his hands move to your knees to press you open. He mumbles as he pushes your legs apart. His eyes scan over all of you with gratitude and lust.

"Oh, look at you," he whispers. ''Look how beautiful you are."

And he dips his head into between your legs, your cunt. He gives kisses over you, not even caring if there is any blood left. He wants you to enjoy this. To be loosened up and ready for him. To take your time. As his mouth lingers on your cunt, his firm hands caress your plushed thighs, enjoying your tender skin.

Your fingers find his silky-smooth curls, holding him steady where he lingers, when the desire that has been buried somewhere in you for months is finally beginning to show itself. And when he finally locks his warm mouth on your clit, you moan out loud.

''Fuckingstars—fuck, Haechan!'' a broken sentence frees from your mouth as you arch your back uncontrollably.

From the moment Haechan's touch ignited a fiery passion within you, every sensation became an electric current coursing through your veins. As his tongue skillfully strokes your sensitive clit, you see the damned stars with every lick he gives you. And you can’t think of the rest of your retort when his long fingers find their way to your entrance. He pushes his fingers carefully into your cunt, working the digit slowly until he feels that sweet gush around him.

You bite your lip helplessly to stop the wrecked moans rising from your throat. Haechan's eyes find yours to give courage. ''No, my flower," he says as he picks up the pace of his merciless fingers, making you whimper more. ''Don't hold it back; I want to hear you''. His words boil the blood in your veins and make your head whirl. And you let it go; his name arouses from your throat and spills from your lips helplessly.

You can't believe how fast your body lights up to Haechan; he made you shiver and squirm in no time, and you could only sing his name like a hymn.

He listens intently, his senses attuned to the subtle gasps escaping your lips, evidence of the pleasure coursing through your body. As he watches your trembling thighs, he is captivated by the beauty of your helplessness. He pulls himself away, his gaze locked with yours, radiating desire and anticipation.

He slowly crawls back to hold himself above you. His brown eyes, filled with love, meet yours in an intimate gaze. A gentle hand caresses your cheek as he tenderly presses a kiss to your forehead, expressing his gratitude and endless love. "Do you want your hips propped up?" He asks quietly, not even giving you a chance to respond before he’s propping a pillow under them.

You bite your lip as your heart beats wildly in your chest; everything feels so much more intense. A wave of wetness pooling between your legs, awakening parts of your body that have been dormant for what feels like an eternity. Your clit throbs with a mixture of pleasure and delicious pain, the culmination of a deeply primal longing. Haechan understands how to love and seduce you, unlocking the secret desires and pleasure points that lay hidden within. With each caress and kiss, he unravels your inhibitions, setting free a torrent of passion that had been dormant for far too long.

He positions himself between your legs and frees his thick length from his pants. You grin shyly at his glorious sight as his hand finds your waist to hold you. His other hand guides the head of his cock through your soaking folds. "Tell me to stop if you need me to," he whispers. "If it gets too much,". You nod and close your eyes since the throbbing between your legs becomes too much. Rocking a few times to gather more of your slick along his searing cock, and a keening, frantic, sound frees from your lips as he finally starts to push in. Your eyes begin to water as he finally sinks into you, filling you.

"Pretty?'' he asks, ''Are you okay? Does it hurt? We can stop." He whispers anxiously, scanning your face. You shake your head. "I’m fine, Haechan," you breathe. "Just...keep going." And he continues slowly. You jolt with a mixture of pain and pleasure every thrust he gives, your hands brushing over his sturdy shoulders and pulling him close. He takes his time with you, giving you gentle thrusts to get you used to his cock. He wants you to enjoy this because he knows your soul needs this arousal after five tough months. You feel so full of him when he thrusts into you so fucking slowly.

His hips move with tantalizing slowness, teetering on the edge of locking up. Each push inward is accompanied by a strained moan that caresses your ear; his hot breath tickles your neck. The initial burn of the stretch gradually evolves into an intense and passionate fire. And you can feel your orgasm gathering somewhere inside you; you don't know where, but it flashes with every stroke Haechan gives you. His languid pace becomes unbearable; you yearn for his rapid, fulfilling thrusts, craving the culmination as your breaths intertwine.

"Harder," you say between your muffled moans.

Your words lower his guard, and the suppressed instinct within him takes over. "Oh,Darling" he whimpers as he holds you tighter. And that's the permission he needs to thrust into you harder.

Reminding you how much he fucking adores you. How beautiful you are. How much he appreciates you. For being his sweet beloved wife, the other half of his existence, the perfect mother to his baby girl, and the sun around whom his entire universe revolves.

And he picks up his pace, starts to fuck you hard. His hips slam into yours, and it feels as if the head of his thick cock is touching up against something very significant inside you.

As his thrusts get harder and deeper, you whisper incoherent words since you can't function anymore. You yearn to be touched, to be filled, as your orgasm starts to crawl in your walls. But your brain, numb with pleasure, doesn't let you speak out the words; all you can do is moan your husband's name helplessly and breathlessly.

''Haechan- '' you sob, half-broken, half-dragged through. ''Haechan, touc- fuck!''

He gets the hint, and one of his hands goes from your sweaty waist to the throbbing little nerve bundle; gently, he rubs it as you writhe under him, crushing under the overwhelming pleasure.

''I adore you,'' he whispers into your neck as he thrusts you deeper, working you open around him. ''I adore you, my pretty girl,'' ''My gorgeous wife.'' Every word that comes out of his pretty mouth burns through you, and he throws you over the goddamn edge.

Finally, you cum on his cock; the flashing lights begin to dance in your vision, and your walls clench around him, pulsing and hot; it feels as if you shattered and melted all at once. Haechan keeps reciting your name in broken gasps and rocking hard into you as your peak just continues rising somewhere you can’t even fathom. You’re digging your fingernails into his sturdy shoulders, gasping as you hold him close. And he’s driving himself closer and closer and closer to the same peak you’re falling from. Your veins surge with a white-hot heat, tingling from head to toe, as if countless needles gently pierce your skin, leaving you numb.

His hips stutter several more hard thrusts into your cunt, and then he reaches the climax that he has been chasing as well. He moans your name in broken syllables as he pulls himself from your cunt to release his seed onto your pretty thighs. His hips jolt and his shoulders rock hard as he releases himself on you.

As he tries to catch his breath after his devastating climax, he apologizes. "I’m sorry, doll" he mutters amongst his breaths. "You haven’t started your birth control yet."

Months later, the feeling of embracing your husband, the closeness that comes from your soul becoming one, makes you dizzy; you realize how much you miss that feeling. To fall apart in your husband's arms, to hold him between your bloody knuckles. Satiation and exhaustion wash over you like waves of contentment. Before you surrender to the sweet embrace of sleep, you feel Haechan's warm hands on your thighs. With the last crumbs of his strength, he gently wipes away the remnants of him with a wet towel on your thighs. Then he delicately slides one of the sleep shirts over your head and tucks you under the satin sheets. He lays down his body next to yours, his arm pulling you closer to his own body, softly murmuring your name as you succumb to sleep.

#nct haechan #nct #nct imagines #nct smut #kpop #lee donghyuk x reader #lee donghyuck #haechan #kpop smut #nct dream #nct dream smut #haechan x you #haechan x reader #haechan hard hours #nct dream x reader #haechan smut

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daddyricsdoll · 7 months

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Soft ✭ Oscar Piastri

Summary: Some soft sex with Oscar after he won the sprint in Qatar.

Warnings: Unprotected sex

A/N: So sorry this took so long, well actually this wasn't planned, I was writing other things and then I realised I needed to congratulate my good looking boy. Oh this is also just a short blurb, just over 500 words. Anyways, you may carry on.

“Fuckkkk” Oscar groans as he slowly makes his first thrust. “You feel so different, so good” He finally fits his whole length in, I look up at him and watch some of his hair fall into his face, his eyes softened but still hungry.

My lips part as I watch his perfect features and feel him inside me raw for the first time. Oscar leisurely pulls out and with the same pace, pushes back in. Moans leave both of our mouths and I lift my leg up so he can get deeper.

“Is this what I get when I'm first?” He looks down at me and I let out a failed yes, as he thrusts into me again with some more force. Oscar gives me a beautiful smile and continues at a faster but controlled pace.

His groans are always alluring and in the darkness of the room, and warmth of his presence, it only makes you feel more addicted to it than before. “Can you go faster?” I nervously ask, and just like I had expected his pace quickens and my body starts moving more under his.

I hear Oscar’s chuckles and I open my eyes to look at him, my hand goes to the strands of hair misplaced and I lead them behind his ear. A few thrusts later the hair falls back down and we both let out a little giggle.

Oscar lowers his body and our faces are just centimetres away. Just like magnets our lips collide and fuse together in a soft and sensual kiss. My hand goes to the back of his neck and pulls him in deeper, his elbows beside my head barely managing to keep him up.

My legs pliant as I feel him reach new spots and the knot inside my stomach starts tightening. My hands leave his head and wrap around his biceps, my hips moving in sync with his and just like that, I reach my climax.

A loud moan escapes my mouth and I bite my bottom lip, back arching while Oscar continues his movements. He starts making sloppier thrusts. “Can I cum in you?”

“Yes” I breathe out and then moments later I feel him spill into me. The one tear that must’ve fled my eye, dry now and Oscar finishes his last motions before he pulls out and flops next to me. Both our chests rising and falling with deep breaths before we both turn our heads and make eye contact with each other. I barely get up and shuffle toward him, my head buried in his chest and arms wrapped around his torso. I feel his breath on the top of my head. “Do you want me to-” I cut him off. “No, no, I just…let’s just stay here a little longer.” I take in whiffs of his scent and close my eyes, his chin rests on the top of my head and I smile into his chest. At this moment, I feel like the winner.

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri x reader #f1 #f1 smut #f1 x reader #formula 1 #f1 blurb

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bearhugsandshrugs · 4 months

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Would you mind doing the ask with Tav using edging and/or orgasm denial on Raphael to get him to give her the hammer without giving him the crown?

Please?

(i feel so awkward 🫣 i'm so sorry if i'm doing this wrong and annoying you)

thank youuu for sending this again I appreciate you!!! 🥰🥰🥰 here, have nearly 1k words for this

Raphael x F!Tav, Edging

“That deal doesn’t particularly strike me as fair”, Tav protested after reading through the contract. Raphael stared expectantly at her from his couch, lounging next to her as she reviewed the legalese.

“I think it is more than fair. Generous, even”, he smiled, but his insistence was met with grimacing from Tav. Setting down the contract, she looked at the man next to her: He seemed more at ease here in the House of Hope, less stressed, and the way his eyes met hers tugged briefly at her heart, melting her resistance.

No. Focus, Tav.

“Trading a one-time-use hammer for a crown that elevates you into godhood-levels of might is hardly a fair deal”, she began again, “not to mention that you could simply free Orpheus yourself, but you’d rather have me do that work as well.”

"I do so very much enjoy watching you work", he retorted, voice sultry as always.

"Really? Is that why you let me sleep with Haarlep instead of you?" Tav's voice was sweet and innocent, carefully laying out the trap she hoped he'd walk into.

"No, pet. I did not 'let' Haarlep do anything. Or you." He looked sour, jealous even. “That was entirely your doing.”

"To be fair: Haarlep wasn't my first choice", she admitted. While enjoyable, she'd much rather slept with the devil himself.

He sized her up as if he was considering something, then replied: "I could provide some... encouragement."

Tav bit her lip, pretending to consider his offer. “I’m not sure that is a good idea.”

He was into it now, his prey drive luring him to a false sense of power. “Why not? Two consenting adults… potentially to be repeated, should this be to your – our – liking…”

Raphael’s mouth twitched into a smirk, a sparkle in his eyes revealing he’d do almost anything to get her to sign. Tav stifled a sigh, then nodded. “Okay.”

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Raphael was breathing heavily, eyelids fluttering as he fought himself. He’d already clawed at her thighs, marking her with deep scratches while she was on top of him, grinding her hips ever so slowly.

Tav had let herself sink down on him with languid movements, running her hands over his chest up his throat, squeezing again and again each time the devil tried to speed up their pace. He was greedy and impatient, but oh so easy to manipulate.

Where Haarlep would serve him in the worst ways possible, Tav did anything but: Drawing out his climax until he cursed, then whined, then clawed; the latter followed by her pulling herself off of him to his desperate protests. When she’d sat down on him again, watching his mouth part as his cock bottomed out inside of her, she had scolded him for being so needy.

Not that he cared.

“Keep going”, he whimpered, eyes glassy from lust, after she’d interrupted yet another release.

“Hmm”, she sighed sweetly as she clenched around him teasingly, “I think I need a little more encouragement.”

Raphael opened his eyes in disbelief, a growl coming out of his throat that warned her as much as it aroused her. “And what is it that you want?” His voice was barely contained, no matter how detached he tried to make it sound.

Tav leaned down to suck at his throat, and his hands immediately grabbed her, held her, melting her body into his. “I don’t think you’re ready to give me that yet”, she whispered into his ear as she started to move again, the wet sounds between them giving away both of their pleasures.

“I am”, he groaned, running his fingers through her hair, “Please, I am.”

Tav knew she had to be careful now. She had to push him into exactly the right kind of ecstasy in which his guard would he lowered enough for her to get away with this. It’s what she’d been building up to. It’s what she’d planned and schemed before.

Rolling into him again, she watched as the devil’s pants mixed with small sobs, high-pitched and so very unlike his staged persona. He was hot, so hot, and she constantly had to force herself not to let go. In truth, she was edging them both.

He was about to spill over the edge, so she paused, stilling her entire body and holding down his hips with the last bit of strength that she had, denying his involuntary attempts to push into her. Nearly there. He was nearly there.

“Tell me”, she moaned, not even intentionally, but this was wearing her down as well. “Tell me that you give me anything I want and I’ll let you find release.”

He swallowed, the adam’s apple in his throat moving underneath her palm. “What exactly do you want?”

She started moving again, slowly, so he wouldn’t calm down. “You know what I want, Rapahel.”

“Fuck”, he cursed out, hands moving down to her waist, trying to steer her. “You fucking bitch–“

Pausing again she chuckled as he let out a whine. It was now or never. “Yes or no? Say it.”

She clenched her walls around him, adding more tease, then started riding him as if he had already agreed. Tav knew she was nearly done for as well.

He fought with himself. Sweat was gleaming on his chest, his temples, and between his thighs. “I’ll give you the hammer”, he groaned, “if we’ll do this again.”

Sighing with relief as much as lust, Tav leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips. “Good devil”, she praised him. “Now come for me.”

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