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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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UR...SMUT...IS...AMAZING... COULD YOU DO headcans of 141 and Kõnig and their fave sex positions? Thanks!

Hehe, thank you! I'm not super confident with it, but I appreciate all the support and compliments!🩷🩵

Added a little extra to this one!!! Did a general hc!

141 + König Favorite Sex Positions/ How They Enjoy Sex

Warnings: sexual references, swearing

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Simon Ghost Riley-

MISSIONARY!!!!!!!

Simon's not a particularly rough lover, especially given his traumatic past, so to him, there's nothing better than being on top of you and taking this slow

That's not to say this man doesn't go HAM on you sometimes. If he gets horny enough, or stressed enough, this man will POUND you into the mattress

Huge fan of eye contact during missionary, too

He doesn't get too experimental, but he'll try just about anything if you ask

He's a giver 100% and loves to go down on you

He'll very rarely ask you to go down on him, but won't ever say no if you offer

He's primarily the dominant partner in bed but will let you take control every so often

Takes sex seriously, and before you, I honestly don't think he was one to just sleep around

NOT a fan of quickies. Liles to draw the pleasure out for both of you for as long as he can

Gets HORRIBLY embarrassed if he cums too quick if it's been awhile since you two had sex, and will make it up to you 10 times over

König-

YOU ON TOP!!!!!!!

König is very conscious about his size and has fears he may crush you in bed, so he prefers if you're on top

If you get too tired, or don't want to be on top, he'll pull you to the edge of the bed while you're on your back, so he can fuck you while he's standing

Took you two while to have sex for the first time, I stan this man was a virgin before you, and he was very nervous

If he's feeling particularly kinky, he'll carry you so your legs wrap around his waist, while he fucks up into you (preferably in the shower)

Man has a raging size kink

LOVES giving and receiving oral. Let's just say he's very skilled with his mouth

You are the dom in bed. Again Königs always worried he'll crush you, so you have to take the lead

Constantly reassures you that you're doing well, that you're beautiful, and that he loves you

Makes you feel so good about yourself, both in physical and emotion ways

Man will NOT let himself cum until you do first. And if he happens to cum before you, he'll apologize profusely

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

Literally any position, just please fuck this man

If he HAD to choose, mating press is probably his favorite

LOVES the way you feel, squeezing around his cock while he's pushing your legs against your head

Is totally up for trying new positions. In fact, he probably looks some up in his free time that he wants to try

Also, it isn't opposed to toys. He prefers to get you off on his own, but he won't protest if you want to add in something extra

If he ever goes down on you, it's with you sitting on his face. He loves being suffocated by you

One of his kinks is role-playing, and if it's something you're into as well? Oh boy

Be prepared to laugh during sex with him. He doesn't take it too seriously and just wants to have fun with it

When he does take sex seriously, it's usually a very loving affair. He'll be overly gentle as he whispers sweet words in your ears

Overall, he's a very fun partner to have in bed. Sex is never, ever dull with him

John Price-

Doggy. Doggy. Doggy. Doggy.

Drives him fucking wild

Also thoroughly enjoys shower sex

He's such an ass man, so it's the best angle for him to get the perfect view of your ass while simultaneously pounding into you

If you have longer hair, this man will definitely be using his hand as a makeshift ponytail to yank on while he fucks you

Isn't opposed to you being on top, and he won't last long if you do reverse cowgirl. Again, this man is an ASS man

Raging Daddy Kink (obviously)

Honestly? He's a mean dom, but will never go far enough to where it truly hurts you

Handcuffs, blindfolds, whips- this man is here for all of it

This man will RARELY let you take the lead. He's a man of control and likes to show that in the bedroom outside?

100% will make you beg him to let you cum

Loves, loves to spank you. Drives him feral when he sees his hand prints on your ass cheeks

Will most definitely take it slow if you ask, man has a wicked romantic side

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

Truly believe this man "makes love", and doesn't "fuck", at least not habitually

He LOVES having sex with you when you're both in bed, laying on your sides

Enjoys leaving love bites all over your neck and chest. Likes to know you're marked as his

He's fairly "vanilla" in bed, he just doesn't understand the appeal of all the toys and "extra stuff"

But he NEVER leaves you feeling unsatisfied

He will work for hours to get you to cum if that's what it takes

100% a soft dom. Doesn't like making you do any work unless you absolutely want to

He's not necessarily opposed to trying new stuff out, he just gets nervous

Firm believer that your first time with him, was on a bed covered in rose petals, he wanted your first time with him to be special

Like the others though, if you ask this man to fuck you senseless, he would, but not often

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Am I writing too much smut? Feel like I should be throwing some fluff in here🤣🫡

Also, I wanted to note again that I'm doing my very best to keep all of these GN, unless gender is specifically stated in ask! If I slip up anywhere, please don't hesitate to tell me!!🙂🩷

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hanasnx · 4 months

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dick grayson would fit given the whole acrobat thing and all. him taking advantage of you wanting to be more flexible and asking him to be your teacher thinking he would just teach you a few stretches…ends up stretching you out in a whole different way

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MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: based on the porn i got off to last night

"All the way down." DICK GRAYSON directs, motioning forward. As an experienced instructor, you trust his judgement. Sitting on your knees, you crawl on your hands until you can arch your back towards the floor, reaching your arms out as far as they can go. Your ass in the air, you can feel the stretch in your entire body. It's good enough to ignore the compromising position you're in.

You don't think about it when the warmth of another presence slots behind you, and big hands clutch your hips, drawing you back. If you could see him, you'd witness how he's crouched, situating your ass at his crotch, staring hard at it while he moistens his lips. "There you go." he commends casually. Oblivious to the dirty ulterior motive to see what you'd look when he fucks you doggy style, you focus on how delectable it feels to be taken care of, that pleasant burn in your body either from how you stretch or the residual memories of what you were doing the last time you were in this position.

"You're so good at this, Dick." you tell him, more sultry than you meant to.

"Don't praise me just yet." he replies in a scoff, and you brush off your confusion. "Push forward." Two thumbs press into the fat of your ass, and you pick yourself up on your arms while you straighten your legs to form upward facing dog. "You want to feel it right here in the spine..." he muses, a large palm stamping onto your tailbone and canvasing the dimples at your lower back, commending you for your deep arch. "That's right, that's..." he trails off as he scans your posture, and the cushion of your yoga met dips when it's met with his knees. He straddles your thighs, and inclines over you, molding your body with his. It's safe to say his methods of instructing you are unconventional, but he's the expert. So when his pants nudge the crevice of your ass as he overlays you in upwards facing dog, you take your mind off of the bulge. He's so close his cheek kisses the side of your head, and his voice is right up next to your ear. "That's deep."

You try to suppress your shiver, but you're sure he felt it travel all the way up to your neck.

"Hold it right there." he tells you as he backs up, and momentarily you mourn the loss of his body heat. "Hold it... Alright—" You do as you did before, returning to balasana, but when you back all the way up, your booty shorts bump his pelvis.

Hot in the face, you look over your shoulder at him just in time to witness how he eyes you up, but when he doesn't mention it you're quick to straighten yourself out. "It's okay, happens a lot." he assures. His hands rest on his hips, and he throws his head back. "This is good though, I can feel you trying hard. Just hold that." A smile stretches onto his lips, and he picks himself up further into a taller kneel, raising his hips to yours as his hand fixes on your tailbone again to keep you from running away. You can feel something half-hard through his pants but you don't allow yourself to dwell on it. Especially not when the brush of contact makes your eyes flutter. "Definitely hold that."

For a second, you're frozen in place, afraid to do something stupid or unprofessional.

"Remember to breathe." he reminds you, and you expel a burst of air you didn't realize you were holding. "And... release." You move at a steady pace so as to not alert him to your embarrassment, slipping back into upwards dog for the second time. "That's perfect. You look perfect." A surge of heat blooms on your face again. "Turn to the side for me. Let's go ahead and raise this leg." You oblige him, and he lifts the aforementioned leg by your ankle. Two hands wrapped around the joint makes your foot look small.

When you bring it up, he inspects it, his eyes following the curvature intently. He's a very attentive instructor. "All the way up. Straighten the knee." You curl your other leg to support yourself, propped up on your elbow, all so it's possible to stand your foot into the sky until it's a tall pole. "Let's open you up here." Your gaze widens as he approaches you again, tucking himself into your space so he can palm your calf, and his crotch slides up against your exposed pussy. The constricting shorts you wore— regulation according to him— outline your cunt in a way that has it swell through the fabric, and here he is grazing against it like it's no big deal... You have to be reading this wrong. Gently, he forces your leg back, and a burn tingles in your ham string. It's not the only thing that tingles, his crotch now firmly pressed to yours. "You're still a little stiff." he notes, which takes your attention away from his halfie in his basketball shorts. It can't be though, it must be his phone in his pocket or something.

He splays his hands on either side of your waist, pushing forward so your ankle's on his shoulder, your knee at your nose. He exhales. There's not enough oxygen in the room, it's practically spinning, and your heart is pounding in your chest. He's so large you can't see his face as it reaches clear over your head and all you can look at is his pants, desperate to deduce the familiar shape of a boner. No such luck when all these limbs are in your way.

"Wow. Flexible, huh?" He grins wolfishly. Pride preens at the notion the acrobat noticed how bendy you are. "Let's go into bridge. You remember bridge?"

You swallow hard and nod, "Mhm," you respond uneasily, throat thick from the coating of silence. Giving you enough space to shift, your hips align on the floor, grounding your arms flat so you can raise your pelvis. It doesn't take much for his thighs to be under yours again, fooling you into thinking he's taking a constructive gander of your pose until his arm straps under you. Fingers curl around the handle of torso, and your eyes widen as he uses his fist on mat to pick you up. Briefly, your toes leave the floor when he adjusts himself to slot between your legs snugly. When he's satisfied, he holds his own hand over your hip, arm still secured under your tailbone, and arches your spine manually. "That's it." he praises, and splays fingers onto your belly, fingertips just brushing your ribcage. "Feel that now? In the core?" Timidly, you nod. "One more ought'a do it. Sit down for me." For me. The words resound in your head as you drop, and he reaches behind him to clutch your ankles, bringing them over his thighs to fold over your head. "Legs straight." he reminds you, and he curls your body for you, letting your hole get some air as it faces the ceiling.

Those huge fingers cling onto the meat of your thighs, digging into the flesh as your tits spill to your chin in your little sports bra. "Wow, you are tight, huh?" he muses and you jelly. Folded all the way over yourself, his hands slide to the inside of your knees to pin you in place and your shorts ride completely up into your ass crack, cheeks defined as his jaw hovers just above your swollen cunt. Can he smell you?

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eddiesghxst · 10 months

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eddie fucking reader doggy style n pulling her hair🤭

YEAH😃

18+ — MINORS DNI

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Eddie is fucking you like he needs it to breathe. He’s fucking you like he was born to do it, like every cell in his body was made for the sole purpose of fucking you.

It’s so good you can’t form any words, can’t even tell him how good it is when he asks because all you can do is nuzzle your face into his pillows and moan. You’re breathing in short gasps, body jolting with each powerful thrust Eddie is giving you. His fingers are digging into your hips deep enough to leave prints and it has you shaking in his hold, hands curling into fists against his sheets.

“Fuck,” he moans, “keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna fucking blow.” He squeezes your hips, thrusting deep into you to where the curly hair at the base of his pelvis kiss against your ass. You draw out a moan, pushing up against him as he runs his hand up your sweat-dampened back, humming as his fingers sink into your hair.

“I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby,” He says, knuckles curling against your roots to pull you up from the bed, back arching until you’re palms are pressed into the soft sheets. “Don’t hide them from me, let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” He hums.

You pant, chest heaving as you breathe in the sex-filled air of his room. He pulls out, glancing down to marvel at the way your slick pussy clings around him, dick wet with your arousal and proof of previous orgasms. He slams into you, hard enough to have you choking on a moan, “Oh my god, Eddie.”

“There we go,” He drawls out, “Keep moaning my name, sweetheart.” He pants, glancing down to watch your ass bounce with each of his thrusts.

Your neck is craned so far back you can already feel the ache it will leave when Eddie is done fucking you, but the sting of his hold feels heavenly.

Eddie‘s gaze is still stuck on your ass, dick twitching inside of you when he thinks about what it’d be like to actually fuck your ass. He can’t help it when he sticks his thumb in his mouth and brings it down to smear his spit around the tight rim of your ass, groaning when you squeeze him harder.

He sinks his thumb in, just down to his first knuckle and you gasp, clenching around him, “E-Eddie,”

He grins at the sound, tightening his hold on your hair and pulling you closer to where your pressed against his chest, “So pretty, baby. Gonna let me fuck you back here someday?” He grits into your ear. You pathetically moan, nodding your head as best as you can, “Yeah— want it. I want it so bad, please.” You beg.

Eddie’s grin widens, “Atta girl. Always knew you were a slut just waiting to get your ass fucked.” He removes his thumb from your ass, basking in the moan you let out, loosening his grasp on your hair and less-than-gently pushing you forward to fall back into his sheets.

He cracks a hand down on your ass cheek and you cry out, body jerking from the impact as he hums, “Ass up, baby— I’m not stopping until you’re pushing me away.”

#i’m sorry idk how the butt stuff came in #but i think eddie would be obsessed w the idea of fucking ur ass #sorry not sorry #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut #stranger things #drabble

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delacoursshp · 10 months

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you wanted me to explain, right? i'll explain.

fred weasley x fem reader- no use of y/n, reader is in gryffindor, both are of age

warnings: smut, 18+, doggy, hot steamy n roughhh, unconsensual consent, spitting, sort of blowjob

this is a short, straight to the point story 😭 but i hope y'all enjoy! @delacourss.hp

"fred!" you yelled frustratingly, "fred, come here this instance!"

fred anxiously hurried from the boys dorm room to the common room where you had been standing.

"wussthematta?" he replied half-asleep, eyes heavily lidded with one hand rubbing his eyes, and the other scratching his firey red head.

the common room was entirely dark, except for your lit wand, which was pointing to a piece of parchment on the floor. your nostrils were flaring as your widened eyes and frowned brows signaled fred to look at the paper.

"uuhh," as he slowly realized what he was looking at, "uh, wow, wicked thing to do really, innit?" he yawned, pretending to be so oblivious.

"fred, gideon, weasley." you spoke in a dangerous tone. fred looked up at you, looking as if he was about to be cruciated. you pointed your still-very-lit wand up at him, making his face whiter than before and his vision blurred.

the piece of parchment showed a talently drawn woman, her clothes shed off and her tongue out. the woman seemed to look an awful lot like you.

"do i even have to speak? it's YOU who should do the explaining, fred!" you said angrily.

fred sighed and let his arms fall limp to his sides, still partly blinded by your wand. "how are you even assuming it's mine? you've got no proof whatsoever!" he told defensively.

you scoffed, drawing your wand away for him, muttering something that lit up the whole common room and then picked up the piece of paper, which now had clearly shown strands of red hair covering the thighs of the woman.

"oh come off it, it could've been george or- or ron!"

you gifted him a look of disbelief. "alright, so tell me you didn't do it then." you spoke firmly.

fred groaned. he had this issue ever since he met you, the one where he just fully can't lie to you. he closed his eyes in defeat.

"aaaalright, it was me. congratulations, now may i continue dreaming about perce eating rotten pies? it was a quit enjoyable dream" he asked, simply, as if this was nothing.

you yanked him by his ear, faces now cm's away from eachother. "i do, NOT, tolerate this piece of filthy work!" you grunted. fred 'ouched' in response.

you let go of his now red ear, picked up the piece of paper, held it next to your head, and handed fred your wand.

you waited impatiently, as fred just looked confused.

"well?? do it!"

"aughh", fred just groaned dissapointedly, "expelliarmus!"

a shot of yellowish red light flew towards the parchment, and it dissapeared out of your hands, leaving a few white dots on the floor.

you sighed in relief. "wasn't so hard was it? now, i'm expecting an explanation, so i hope you prepared one whilst i was waiting."

"oh, come on. you must have some idea why." fred said, tone low and soft, glaring at you like you were some sort of prey, "don't act so innocent, love."

your expression changed. can it be? no, that would be weird. you guys are friends after all. fred smirked and playfully winked at you.

"don't be silly, fred." you had decided to say. "c'mon, it's late, let's head to bed before anyone sees us."

you were glad you chose to change topics, it was getting a little awkward, which it never usually is between you and fred.

fred followed you but before you could land your feet on the stairs, fred grabbed you by your hips.

"you wanted me to explain, right? i'll explain."

"oh fuck! oh yes!" the boy relentlessly pounded into you from behind. the force of his thrusts were beyond powerful."fredd- freddie! rightt.. fucking... there. ah!" you moaned. fuck, it felt so good you never wished for it to end.

"mhmmm, yeah? you like that huh, love?" fred shakingly spoke in your ear, sending you goosebumps, which only added to your incoming orgasm.

your back was flush with his chest, and you struggled to keep your legs still. he snaked his arm around your waist as he fucked into you, his other arm too occupied rubbing your little clit.

this sudden but slight change made you grasp his hair with your right hand, the other hand trying to push his pelvis away as the pleasure became overwhelming.

"mmh, don't push me away. you know you want this." he groaned.

"shit, shit, shit!" you kept gasping. the man showed no mercy, as he lifted one of your legs by your thigh, so he could be even deeper, if that was possible.

"too deep, freddie! too f-fucking deep!" you screamed. fred only chuckled at your helpless noises, feeling so proud of himself that he could get those sounds out of your pretty lips.

he sped up his merciless pace, skin-slapping noises lewdly contrasting against your high-pitched moans and freds deep grunts."yes! yes!" you kept whining, as he hit your g-spot over and over again. your eyes rolled back, and, for a moment, all your senses blacked out, and if it wasn't for freds strong grip on you, you would've fell.

"aah, fuck yeah." fred groaned, as he looked down to where you were connected to see a splash of white, sticky, hot liquid all over his and your pelvis.

he quickly pulled out, spinning you and immediately shoving you down on your knees.

your mind was still hazey as you were still coming down from your high. looking up at him, you saw him look back while roughly stroking his cock. finally understanding his gaze, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out.

well fuck, this was just like the drawing.

"mm, keep looking at me like that, sweetheart." he said, in a strained voice. "i'm.. almost.." he moaned, "...there."

the sight infront of you was so delicious, you just had to do something about it. you licked his tip, kissed it and then spit on it.

fred seemed surprised, and stroked faster then ever, before shooting his load onto your tongue."ahaa, oh yeah.." he sighed.

you made sure, once his eyes opened, that he saw your semen covered tongue, and then you swallowed.

not even caring what it tasted like, but caring about how fred reacted, you giggled as you saw him smirk and raise his eyebrows as if he was impressed by your actions.

"you get it now, beautiful? was that a good enough explanation?" fred said, lifting you up by your arms, and carrying you to the gryffindor bathroom.

"mhm, that was a perfect explanation, fred."

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aaaa! was this good?😭 goshh i hope so. gimme tips n stuff, i'd rlly appreciate it!! :)

#harry potter #cedric diggory #fred weasley x reader #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley smut #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley fic #harry potter smut

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loaksbitch · 1 year

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drooling over neteyam hour is open again, just look at him?? jesus. buckle your belts ladies, imagine soft dom neteyam demanding you to throw it back.

warnings - neteyam being neteyam is a warning itself, agedup!neteyam x reader. doggy, short drabble, biting, making, “yeah baby, fuck, throw it back.” — i’m screaming 🧎🏽‍♀️

“fück me back.” — neteyam sully. (⨳)

“shit, looking pretty from behind.” now neteyam won’t lie when he says he likes watching your face when he fucks you in missionary but something about you in all fours, back arched and face pressed down to the mat was doing something to him.

“m-mhgh, ‘teyeam!” you whimper when he starts to give you a deep strokes that makes you see stars, “oh..” your lips form an ‘O’ and hear neteyam chuckle behind you.

“feeling good?” neteyam teases knowing you’re already fucked out to even remember your own name. you’re struggling to form words especially every time he bottoms out with his hands pressing your hips to his pelvis

it feels so good, you admit it’s doing things to you.

“feels…” you stop, moaning loud for him to lean and cover your mouth with his large hands. your eyes roll up to the back of your head. “‘teyam,” you push yourself back to his hips making him hiss and growl

neteyam gets an idea and fully stops moving, your loud whining suddenly cuts off and your frowned and annoyed face turns to look at him. “what’re you doing?” you ask, dumbfounded but his next words makes your ear flatten in horror

“fuck me back,” you never tired this though, how’re you gonna— as if he was reading your thoughts, your mate slowly leans to you and place a soft kiss on your nose. “it’s gonna feel so good baby, trust me.” your widened eyes hesitantly gaze at his swollen lips then back to his eyes

“trust me,” he deeply whispers and leans up back, “arch your back.” neteyam’s voice was now different, more of softer than before. “c’mon baby,” and you do as you’re told. “just like that.” your man hissed behind you

both of his huge hands gripping your hips hard, you feel him press himself against you for his balls to ghost your clit. “oh shit.” he chuckles through a shallow breath. “wait baby, don’t move or else i’ll come inside you” your inside tightening at the thought of that was driving him insane

you wait for your mate to adjust the overstimulation and neteyam taps you hips ever so gently. “now, fuck me” you didn’t think twice before gentle drawing yourself from his cock until his tip was only there and slowly push back, sinking him to his fat girth

oh eywa! your eyes flutter shut and you whine at the feeling.

you’ve full control now, all in fours but fucking him back with no mercy. “good girl” his words cause a sudden yet subtle clench of your walls and neteyam growls a cocky smile painting his beautiful face

“you like it when i call you good girl, huh? you like it baby?” you moan and roughly throw your ass at him. “fuck!” he moans. “such a good girl, you are my baby. such a fuckin’ good girl” you’re moaning a mess under him

realizing his climax is near neteyam must make you fun before he does. you’re now getting pulled up by your waist and neck and feel neteyam press you on his chest that’s covered with sweat. you feel the contact of his strong thighs against your ass and whimper.

“neteyam.” you call his name desperate for the bubble to burst that’s forming in you. “neteyam, neteyam, net…” you’re surely gonna be the death of this man because he feels like he won’t last if you keep saying that

“princess, i need you to cum for me yeah? i’m close.” you nod at his request before grinding your hips like he’s your personal toy you can fuck. “fuck yeah baby, throw it back at me” neteyam bites onto your shoulder creating a bite mark and giving it a kitten lick when you scream

his one hand holding you by your breast bone as the other glides down to rub your sensitive clit was enough to make your bubble burst, completely blinding your sight with black dots. “c-cumming!” you announce before exploding down at him

neteyam lets out a shuddered moan while he’s chasing his own orgasm. “i’m gonna cum, gonna cum baby, ‘m so close.” your mate’s eyes glisten with pleasured tears. you allow him to desperately cling at you, face buried by the curve of your neck.

“where do you want it?” neteyam asks, “baby be fast i can’t hold it.”

you’re too exhausted to think and breath out words between shuddered breath. “a-anywhere.” neteyam nods before deciding fully pull out of you. your jaw drops feeling betrayed when he pulls out of you

“get on your back, wanna see your face when i paint your chest.” his words made you whimper, you really love this man and his nasty words.

you eye neteyam grip his cock and start to jerk off in front of you, “shit, shit, shit” he would say as you watch his dark shaded blue tip disappear to his thumb and reappear when he thrust.

a gasp leaves your lips when ropes of cum leaves the slit and land on your chest, stomach and thighs, painting you so well. “ngh..” strained moan leaves moan leaves his lips and remove his hand from his length.

“you’re so cute with my cum allover you, pretty girl.”

you attentively watch neteyam standing up and with your looks, he knew you’re asking where he’s gonna go. “need to wash this off my hand, princess” he smiles. “be right back and we’ll go to the shores to clean up yeah?”

you smile and nod. “i love you, pretty girl.” and you say it back too.

i wrote this like in thirty five minutes so don’t be surprised for ew ew ew typos yeah? like + reblog i’d appreciated and not pressured!! i love each and everyone of you!! mwah.

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silvergyus · 6 months

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Bro doggy style with beomgyu would be so sexy like- imagine him taking pics of u from behind or damn recording it. I literally need a fic dedicated to it.

take a photo

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader

summary: beomgyu likes to record when he fucks you from behind

warnings: kind of dom!beomgyu, beomgyu (consensually) photographs & records during sex, creampie, reader has a vulva, pussy slapping, mention of y/n's hair being long enough to pull, hair pulling (y/n receiving), use of "baby/ babe/ pretty girl/ good girl" for y/n

word count: 1,100+

author’s note: not sure if this is what you were looking for anon lol please enjoy my first time writing this kind of dynamic

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Beomgyu fucking you from behind with deep strokes, relishing in the way your pussy sucks him in. He’s big and in this position you can feel him all in your belly. He has a grip on your hip, lazily pulling you back onto his cock, hips still as he moves you back and forth. You let out a long, low moan at the feeling of being filled completely.

You can hear his smirk even before you turn to look at him chuckling quietly. His bangs fall in his face, shadowing his eyes as he looks down at you. He caresses your side and ass, still slowly pulling you back onto him. His guitar-calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You whine at the sensation, your skin electric under his touch as he moves you along his hard cock once again, his personal toy to use and play with.

“Pretty girl, already so fucked out,” he says, kneading the flesh of your ass, “and I haven’t even done anything yet.” You can hear the edge in his voice as his hands push you forward until just the fat tip of his cock remains inside you. “How are you gonna act when I fuck you for real?” he taunts, hips finally moving, pushing all the way in with a sharp thrust. His hand wraps in your hair as you moan again, burying your face in the crumpled sheets to muffle the loud sounds of your pleasure. Beomgyu tugs your hair, pulling your head back and making you arch your spine. You hear the click of a shutter and see a bright flash as he snaps a photo.

He moans as the photo displays on the small screen. His hips pick up the pace, spurred on by the permanent image captured in pixels. The digital chip in this old Nikon is filled with photos just like this one.

“Gyu!” you cry out, “hnngh- it’s too much.”

“Shhh,” he shushes you, “you can take it baby; I know you can.” He continues his quick, punishing pace, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping skin and your wet cunt sucking him in.

You moan again from his words, hands gripping the sheets tightly. Beomgyu’s hand is still in your hair and he pulls it once again. His other hand moves from your hip, supporting you as he pulls you up, back pressing to his chest as he continues to fuck into you. You see the camera as he raises it high, fitting both of your bodies in frame. “Smile for the camera baby,” he says right before the flash goes off.

The image that develops is your sweat-soaked skin, hair plastered to your face- Beomgyu in a similar state as the hand that isn’t holding the camera cups your breast, holding you in place as you’re impaled on his length.

Beomgyu groans when he sees the photo in the tiny, pixelated display. He presses a wet kiss to your cheek, moaning into your ear- “so pretty baby, always so pretty for me when you're taking my cock.” His words draw a high-pitched whine from your throat and he allows you to flop back onto the bed. His hands are rough as they position your legs further apart to give him better access to your pussy. Once you’re exactly as he wants you, he snakes a hand up to again paw at your chest.

He drops the camera onto the bed, moving the hand that was holding it to your chin. “Look how pretty you are.” He turns your head towards the camcorder filming from the nightstand. You can see yourself in the grainy display. You moan loudly at the sight of you being groped and filled. Beomgyu laughs again, placing a kiss to your shoulder as he continues to pump into you.

“Can you cum for me baby? Want to see it in the movie.” He makes eye contact with you through the pixels on the screen. You nod, shivering with anticipation and the knowledge that he’ll watch you cumming over and over again.

“Good girl. Let me hear you when you cum, okay?” His hand finds your clit, neglected up until this point. You squirm when his rough fingers tease the bud. “Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes! Yes Gyu- so good!” Your voice is high and wobbly as he continues to rub your clit, his fingers dipping into your wet folds, coating them in your essence before returning to where you need him most.

His hips continue to pump into you as he chases his own high, his grunts and moans loud behind you. The dual sensations of his cock filling you completely with each thrust and his fingers finally playing with your needy clit cause you to cry out a series of broken whimpers and moans. The incoherent babbling of just your boyfriend’s name again and again as all other thoughts are driven from your mind. You can feel your high approaching rapidly, the tension building in your tummy as you race towards release.

Your cries are broken by a swift slap to your pussy- Beomgyu’s fingers landing perfectly on your clit, sending bolts of electricity through your body. Your orgasm hits you like a truck and you shake in his grasp, moaning loudly as you come undone.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum for me baby, right on my cock.” He moans, feeling you clench around him as your orgasm washes over you.

“Please!” you beg, “cum in me!”

Beomgyu’s rhythm falters as he cums. Burying himself to the hilt as he collapses against your back, the two of you moan in unison as he paints your walls with his hot cum. You can feel his hips stutter against your ass, chasing his pleasure for as long as possible. You clench around him and earn a low moan in your ear. Your skin is hot and sticky everywhere his body touches yours.

You lay like that for a moment as the two of you catch your breath. Your knees burn, suddenly able to feel them as you come down from your high. You wriggle your hips, signaling to your boyfriend that it’s time for him to pull out.

He pulls out of you, marveling at the white, sticky mess dripping from your swollen pussy. “You’re so hot, baby.” You hum in content, face resting against the tangled sheets.

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Later, after you're both all cleaned up, you find Beomgyu sitting at the edge of the bed, watching the video play on the tiny screen of the camcorder, the shitty speakers distorting your broken moans. You catch him smiling as he watches the video, eyes wide and extremely focused, tent obvious in his shorts.

"Hey babe?" he asks, "would you want to go again?"

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

#txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu smut #ari writes #ari's mailbox 📬#txt: beomgyu

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hoshigray · 1 year

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Just thinking about hate sex with Toji and how fucking exhilarating yet unforgiving it would be to experience such a thing with that man.

A/n: (Reuploaded bc I forgot smthn my bad) A little something for y'all so I can whip up something in my drafts to celebrate 50+ followers and getting 1k notes on my daddy toji drabble!! Tysm again for the love!!! :')))

Cw: mean dom! Toji x fem! reader - spanking (1x) - doggy style then switch to missionary position - degradation (Toji calls you a "lil' girl," "bitch," and "ho") - pet names (dollface, baby, baby cakes, sweetheart) - Toji biting your shoulder - slight bondage; the reader has their hands tied behind them - the reader feels humiliated while Toji is his cocky egotistic self - mention of blood.

Wc: 575

Toji's so ruthless with you. Your face's kissing the cold floor, hands tied behind your arched back for Toji to do whatever he wants with your ass on full display.

The pace of his hips is so absurdly harsh your legs feel as if they're about to give way, and you can do nothing but receive his irrational treatment. You can feel his dick use your swollen cunt like a toy, his girth stretching your poor southern lips, and it hurts along with the merciless rhythm.

You try not to cry as tears prickle under your eyelids. The fucker of a man already has you in a humiliating position, and his hands leave crescent markings from his fingers on the side of your hips. Seeing your face in tears is the last thing he needs to see.

Toji bends down to your ear, his body weight pressing down on yours, and it has to take you biting your lip hard to suppress a moan from your lips. The taste of blood sits on your taste buds.

"What's wrong, dollface?" The husky voice almost makes you squeeze hard on his cock. God, you hate this man so fucking much. "You were talkin' some high and mighty shit not too long ago, where'd that pretentious bitch go? Wanna — hnngh! Shit, shit… Wanna hear that sweet voice again."

You peer at him through your shoulder. The aggrieved glare isn't taken seriously by the older man. "Hmph, pretentious? Quite a big word, didn't think a brute like you knew i- Iiiyaaaaah!!!"

A hard smack to your ass has you gasping for air, followed by your pussy gripping his manhood, and Toji has to use your shoulders as leverage to not cum in haste. You feel as if you can't breathe with all this pressure and weight on top of you. A tear finally comes down from your face and smears onto the ground.

"I'm not playin' games with you, ho." Toji gnashes his teeth and draws downward to bite your shoulder blade, earning an ear-piercing shriek from you. That outta teach ya a lesson. "Got anythin' else smart to say, lil' girl?"

You can't fight the tears at this point, letting them slide down your pretty face. The pathetic and humiliating atmosphere clouds your senses so much so that crying is the only thing left to do.

"Hic…N-No…" Your sobs come out naturally, and you do what you can to hide your face from Toji.

That didn't seem to be in your favor because he heard the weep, bringing himself up to switch your position. Your front is now facing him as he can see the tear-stricken face, and the glare you give him is through squinted eyes filled with anger and misery, proof that your dignity is broken.

Toji whistles and smirks. "Heh, if you could see the look on your face, baby. I'd love to have a picture of it in my wallet."

"F…Fuck you." Your spat with words that still possess venom, even if you're physically restrained.

"News flash, baby cakes:" An unforeseen thrust has you yelp aloud, so harsh and savage that your back arches towards Toji. He sneers. "Already am."

His pace returns at its relentless tempo, his dick bullying your insides, and you moan in helpless whimpers. Toji leans down to grab your face before he kisses you to shut your cries. "And I'm gonna enjoy every moment of it, sweetheart."

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daddy-suguru · 1 year

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she’s mine and oh so fine

Your lacking of confidence just won't do. Not when you should know how beautiful you are.

✑ tags: f!insecure!reader, begging, praise, dacryphilia, Eren call you sugar mama since you give him that sweet pussy, edging, mirror sex, doggy style, mating press, lingerie, daddy/doll/crybaby (used affectionately), teasing/some embarrassment, just the tip, vibrating wand, homemade smut video, overstimulation, mind-break, brat used affectionately, squirting, cockwarming

✑ reposting from my banned page

Toji

Every teasing, slow roll of his hips through your slick lips stops just shy of your clit. Your pussy throbs from the ache. Fluttering every time his tip caught on your Toji when he pushes his cock up.

You're making his cock throb, displaying your pussy to him in a mating press. With your sheer skirt bunched up around your squishy hips. While the lace of your top cupping your breasts, giving him glimpses of your nipples.

Splaying his fingers on your navel, pressing down. Whining, pouting as Toji shakes his head, more long strands of his dark hair falling into his dark chocolate eyes. Assuring you,

"Beg and Daddy will make it happen. I promise you, I'll take good care of you doll and your princess pussy." Tears blur Toji hovering over you, roll down your cheeks. Fumbling over your words, pleading,

"Please Daddy!" Your thick voice scraping your ears. Biting your bottom lip, trying to grind your pussy on his cock. Desperate for him to rub your clit just once. His weight keeps you from doing more than trembling.

Smirking while insisting, "I can't tell what my sexy crybaby needs unless you say it." Closing your eyes, heat flushes through your body. Lifting his cock up, slapping your pussy roughly, pressing his large palm against your pussy.

Soothing the sting as he grinds his palm on your clit. Reminding you, "I love the look on your face when you beg. Look me in the eye." Smearing your slick along his cock, twisting his fist and groaning,

"I'll jerk off over your pussy and go watch tv if you take too long to beg." Rubbing your nipple through the lace. The warmth of his touch seeping through.

Yet without his roughness of calloused fingertips, it isn't enough. Arching into his hand, he pulls away. Requesting with a breathy whine,

"Take my lingerie off, please Daddy." He waits and you ramble, "I want to feel your large, rough hands on my body while you fuck me." Pushing your hips down, as he lines himself up.

Relaxing into the bed, groaning as he rolls his hips slowly. Nudging his cock past your lips. Pulling away when you try to take more than his tip. Whining,

"Please, I begged!" You're too perfect not to keep teasing. Greeting him at the door in a white lacy, flowy baby doll lingerie. The moment he saw you, flustered and dressed up for him. With your panties already soaking wet.

Massaging your nipple, while deciding, "Can't, you're too beautiful dolled up. And I'm already fucking you with just my tip. What more do you want?" Dipping his head, sucking on your other tit. Sucking softly, pressing the soft lace into your nipple.

Satoru

Swirling the wand on your clit, sending intense pleasurably painful waves throughout your body. While Satoru's tight grip on your hip keeps you from pulling away.

Turning the intensity of the wand up as you cum. Quivering, and mewling, while fat tears roll down your face, tugging on his hand. Whining,

"Can't Ru! Please give me a break! I-!" Your words become incoherent moans as it getting harder to think. Your brain failing to do more than process the overwhelming feeling Satoru is endlessly building.

Drawing another orgasm from you despite your belief that you can't cum again so soon. It's like your pussy won't stop, thick clear cum gushing from between your thighs.

Soaking Satoru's long, veiny cock, which jerks upwards inside of you. His tip rubbing your cervix. "Fuck I love feel your pussy throbbing around my cock when your squirt." Your mouth drops open, and he can barely make out his name.

Satoru chuckles, his chest rumbling. He croons. "I told you either you would give in and tell me how beautiful you are. Or I would break your silly little mind. Now tell me, who's a pretty stubborn brat for me?"

The moment he saw that doubting look you had cast on yourself in the mirror. He refused to let it go. You are going to see yourself through his eyes.

After relentless compliments and kisses failed, Satoru playing videos of you, making you watch while he gets you drunk off pleasure, overstimulating you till your stubborn mind breaks. And you give in.

Babbling the words, "I'm your beautiful stubborn brat! Please I'm so pretty getting my pussy stuffed with your long, yummy cock. Need you Ru!" He pulls the wand off your pussy, clicks it off, throwing it back onto the bed.

You can't look away from the tv. Showing one of many videos of you getting pounded from Satoru's point of view. Jealousy flickers through you as you watch Satoru grab your wrist in the video. Using it to fuck himself into you harder, deeper.

The mix of groans and squelch of your pussy is softer than your loud cries as you whine, "Please want to be your pretty cum stuffed brat!" Lifting you off his cock, throwing you onto your back. He grabs your thighs, and yanks your hips to the edge of his bed.

Grabbing his cock, lining himself up. Admitting "I've jerked off to that video more than any other. Porn is so boring now. Only the sight of your pretty face and wet pussy can make me cum. I should send you those cum shots more often. Make sure you never have a chance to ever stubbornly doubt how sexy you are."Nudging his hot head through your lips, rubbing your clit. Then sliding himself back down, rolling his hips forward.

Eren

Slipping his fingers out of you, spreading them apart. While watching your slick stretch till it breaks between his fingers. As you whine into the blanket, Eren smacks roughly smack both cheeks.

Softly rubbing the stinging handprints in between each hit. Until you reach back, and he grabs your wrist. Tugging your face out of the blanket, pulling your ass flush against his thighs.

Eren smirks at the sight of your tears. In any other situation, he would worry. In the bedroom is the only time he strove to make you cry. Your whines are so much sweeter when you're overstimulated. Crying that he's too much.

Commanding in his deep, smooth voice, "Sugar mama you better watch me when I'm fucking into your thick head how beautiful you are." Squeezing your hip. Sliding his hand up to your breasts.

Softly massaging one of your nipples. Wrapping his other hand around his cock, slowly pumping his fist. Smearing your slick over his head before lining himself up. Demanding,

"Admit it." There is a burning heat between your lungs unlike anything else before. Every time Eren would stop, it grew. Leaving you wound up so tightly if he touches your pussy again, you'd burst.

Studying yourself in the mirror. Your messy face smudged with lipstick and running mascara. There is a needy desperation in your tearful eyes. And your quivering body bent over in front of Eren screams submission.

Caving, admiring yourself in the mirror. Breathing, "I'm a beautiful woman." Looking into Eren's hooded green eyes while pleading, "I said it! Please just let me cum on your cock" He lines his cock up, swirling his tip. Not even giving you half of his head.

Crying loudly, " I can't wait anymore longer it hurts. I need to cum. I'm the prettiest girlfriend you've ever had. And one day I'll be your sexy baby mama." Hot tears trickle down your cheeks. And your lips part in an o as Eren slowly pushes his hips forward.

Shoving his cock deeper, watching your pussy spread. Groaning, "That my sexy sweet baby mama. Hmmmnn I love spitting her open, watching my cock sink deep into your pussy. So soft and wet.” Grinding his hips against your, rubbing his head against your sponges cervix.

Eren grabs your throat, pressing his fingers in tightly. Keeping your body from boucing forward from the force of his thrust. Eren groans,

“Made to take my fat cock, I’m fillin’ her up perfectly." Sliding his hand down from your chest to your hip. Holding your body tightly to his, as he moves off the bed. Standing in front of the mirror, holding you off the floor.

Smirking as he marvels at the sight of your body held against his. Sliding his hand down to your thigh. Lifting your thigh, showing your stuffed pussy. And his dripping wet balls.

Insisting, "Look at her, so fuckin' sexy!" His voice drops. "Sugar mama tell Daddy what you see." Pulling his hips back, till his head almost slips out. He stays with his the tip inside your throbbing pussy. Waiting for your answer.

Kento

Clenching Kento's fingers as he massages your g-spot with two large fingers. Rubbing slow, soft circles into your sore clit. Fresh fat tears roll down your cheeks while your cream gushes into Kento's hand.

Crying, yanking on Kento's tie, which binds you to his headboard. He demands, "Say the number brat." Sucking on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Twisting your hips, ripping your clit from his mouth. Without slipping his fingers all the way out.

Kento easily shoves your hips back into place with one large hand. Slipping a third finger past your lips while you whine, "Fiiiveee!" His thick fingers, stroking your squishy insides. Stretching you out as much as his cock.

Pleading with Kento, "Can't cum! Daddy please I can't cum again." Pumping his fingers faster, making a loud squelch fill his bedroom. Rubbing quick soft circles into your clit. The pleasurable pain twisting the ball in your gut tighter.

Reminding you with a sharp tone, "Brat you don't get to call me that." Moving his thumb from your clit. Wrapping his lips around your clit, spelling his name into your clit. Lingering the last letter.

Quickly apologizing, "Sorry sir. I'm sorry I-fuuuck!" The string of moans has Kento smirking. "It's hard to! Kento! Please fuck! It's aah- want your cock. Please I'm pretty, that's why you can't keep your hands offffff meee! Please! I can't!" Thick clear slick gushes from your pussy.

Kento replaces his fingers with his tongue. Loudly groaning as he slurps your cum. Which keeps squirting onto his face, as your pussy spasms around his tongue. Your body goes limp, unable to run away from Kento's tongue.

Slowly pulling away as you slick trickles down to a drip. He croons, "That wasn't so hard was it my love? You should know how breathtaking you are.” Kissing your clit. “Such pretty pussy and it’s all for daddy isn’t it?”

Mikasa

Groping her soft breast while pumping the dildo past her lips. You want to touch her, to feel her plush, heavy tits. Her pale pink nipples puffy and suck-able. Begging Mikasa,

"Pleassee don't make me. I won't talk about myself like that again. Even as a joke. Please baby girl." Your pussy drips onto the chair. Mikasa has you tied up too. Using thick black rope that you normally would tie her up with.

Mikasa's lips curl into a soft smile as she insists, "Keep begging. It's pointless. You know what I need to hear." Pulling the dildo out of her pussy. Her thick pink lips glistening with her cream. While her puffy pink clit is just begging for attention.

Leaning forward, rocking your hips, trying to rub your clit on the chair. Aching for any stimulation for your dripping pussy. Pleading with her, "I want to bury my face between your beautiful thighs. Lick your pretty pussy clean. You can sit on my face and smother me with your cum."

"I'll sit on your face when you tell me how gorgeous you are. Tell me my favorite parts about you." Mikasa used to get flustered so easily when both of you first got together. Your favorite way of teasing was telling her in just how breathtaking her body is. While having her beg using those same compliments for herself.

Mikasa stands up, as you confess, "You love how sweet my pussy taste. That's why you can't get your head out from between my legs. I love sixty-nine-ing with you so we can eat each other's sexy, soft yummy pussies." She closes the small space between the bed and chair. She holds her drenched dildo above your head, some of her slick drips off onto your bottom lip.

Licking your lips, groaning at the sweet taste of her pussy covering your tongue. She groans, "Good girl, I'll squirt on your beautiful face after you clean this up for me." She lowers the dildo as you part your lips. For her to slip her toy past, licking her cum off happily.

Shoko

Pinning your thighs with her own. While holding your hand above your head. Shoko rocks her hips, stuffing your pussy and her own with the double-ended dildo. When her soft warm pussy touches you, she grinds her hips.

Rubbing her puffy clit against yours, driving you closer to the peak you're craving. Shoko lifts her hips up, pulling the dildo out of you. Which she grabs, pumping into her pussy. Letting go of both of your hands, she rubs her clit.

Giving herself a few strokes, she creams, her pussy dripping onto yours. Cupping her heavy breasts, softly massaging them as they spill through your fingers. Sucking one of her soft nipples, flicking it with her tongue.

Looking up at Shoko and slipping her nipple out of your mouth. Begging her, "Mommy please let me cum. I was wrong. I'm sorry I'm your beautiful baby girl. My pussy is soft, warm and wet. Want you to fuck her till she squirts. Pleasee!" She pulls her dildo out of her with a soft squelch. And climbs off you, letting you stretch your legs out.

Turning the dildo around, stuffing the end soaked in her cum past your lips. While you moan, "Mommy take care of my pretty pussy." She lays down next to you, partly hovering over you. Her breasts are so close to your face.

Wrapping your lips around her soft pink nipples, softly suckling and groaning. Shoko rolls on top of you. While you cup her other breasts, and she pumps the dildo faster. Rubbing the faux cock head against your sweet spot before hitting your sponge cervix.

Shoko moans, "Fuck, suck Mommy tits just like that. Hmm I can feel every flick of your tongue in my clit. You're so beautiful, baby girl."

Suguru

Shifting your hips, Suguru pinches your nipples. Rocking your hips forward, desperate to feel Suguru's cock drag along your squishy pussy. He tugs your nipples till you still your hips.

Reminding you, "Stay still princess. Until you tell me how beautiful you are, you can't move on my cock. Instead I want to hear you tell me how thankful you are I'm letting you sit on it." Sliding his hand down over your the shape of your body.

Lightly dragging his nails, making you squirm. His cock head rubbing against your spongy cervix. As you whimper,

"I'm tired of cock warming! I need you to let me cum, need to move. Please! Daddy I won't do it again! Please I need my pussy pounded!" Grabbing your hips, his large hand and strong grasp reducing the shifting of your hips.

Suguru strokes achingly slow circles into your clit. He promises, "As much as I want to fuck my fat cock into your soft pretty princess pussy, I can't let you get away with your earlier behavior." Lifting you off his cock, while reminding you.

"Only good girls to get cum and ride Daddy's cock." Biting into your bottom lip, too stubborn to cave in just yet. But when his cock slips out, you break instantly. Crying,

"I sorry daddy, I'll do better! Don't take away your cock! Need you to fill me up. Please pound your pretty princess pussy." Suguru sits you back down, his cock hanging between his parted legs. Which your legs dangle on either side of. Keeping spread apart.

Looking up at Suguru, pleading with him, "I won't talk bad about myself again! Please I'm your lovely goddess with a pussy you should worship instead of teasing." Pouting, he smiles as he leans down and kisses your forehead.

Lifting your hips, lining his cock up and sinking you down on himself. Wrapping his hand around your throat and standing up. Tightly cutting off your air, as he stands up.

Tangling your fingers into his hair, loosening up his messy bun. Your feet dangling off the floor. All you can hold on to is Suguru, who warns you,

"Can't run away now. You want me to pound your pretty princess pussy, worship it? Then don't cry it's too much and take it all like a good girl. And don't ever disrespect yourself again, you should know how beautiful you are mama."

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thef1diary · 4 days

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2k thot 🫣 voice kink w Pierre, just loving it whenever he speaks French even if you don’t know what he’s saying. Make it as spicy you want 🙃

Keep Talking | P. Gasly

warnings: 18+ smut, doggy (it’s Pierre okay 🫣), slight choking, and obvs voice kink

wc: 800+

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You found yourself on all fours, your body arched in ecstasy as Pierre's firm hands gripped your hips. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a fire that consumes every inch of your being.

His fingers dance with precision tracing tantalizing circles around your swollen clit, each touch sending ripples of pleasure through you. But amidst the intoxicating symphony of sensations, it's Pierre's voice that truly sets you ablaze. It's not just the words he speaks, but the language he speaks in, his mother tongue.

"Tu es tellement belle, mon amour," he breathes next to your ear, his voice a velvety whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

You whimper in response, your body trembling underneath his as his words wash over you like a tidal wave of passion. Each syllable, spoken in his native French, is a seductive invitation to lose yourself in the depths of pleasure.

"Tu vas si bien pour moi," he murmurs, the intensity in his voice igniting a firestorm of desire within you.

Each whispered word, each guttural moan, reverberates through you like a melody, his voice a siren's call luring you to the edge of oblivion.

"You're squeezing me so tight, baby, missed me that much, huh?" He asked, switching languages so you can understand and give him an answer.

You whimper and clench involuntarily at his words, biting your lip as he speeds up his thrusts. His fingers slip away from your clit and you almost whine at the loss of pleasure but those fingers quickly wrap around your throat. With his lips grazing your ear, he whispers, "réponds-moi."

"Oui, please, please, Pierre, I missed you so much," you rush out in one breath before another wave of pleasure brings you closer to the edge.

His lips brush tenderly against the side of your head, and you can sense the curve of his smile before he mutters, "that's my good girl."

You make a concerted effort to stifle your own cries and whimpers as his fingers return to your clit, pinching and circling in time with his thrusts. You wanted to focus solely on the intoxicating sound of his voice. Each low groan that escapes his lips, every ragged breath he takes above you, becomes a precious melody that you yearn to etch into the depths of your memory.

Every time he mumbles anything, you clench around his cock, earning a breathless chuckle from him. His amusement is palpable as he realizes the effect his voice has on you, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Do you like it when I tell you how good you feel around me?" he questions, his voice husky with desire. His fingers trail lightly along the curve of your spine, sending a shiver of anticipation throughout your body.

With a soft whimper, you nod, unable to form coherent words as his voice weaves a spell around you, drawing you deeper into the throes of passion.

"Or," he murmurs softly into your ear, his words a tender caress against your skin, as if he's sharing a precious secret. "I think you love tout about my voice."

You inhale sharply at the sensation of his warm breath against your ear, a shiver running down your spine as his words sink in. The intimacy of his tone sends a rush of desire coursing through you, threatening to consume you whole.

"Is that what it is, mon amour?" He continues, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with a mixture of amusement and desire.

You can't help but nod, unable to find the words to express the overwhelming rush of emotions welling up inside you. It's not just the sound of his voice that enthralls you, but the way it makes you feel — cherished, desired, and utterly adored.

You arch into him, grinding your ass against him as he slips in and out of you. You reach your hand behind you, placing your palm on the nape of his neck, bringing him closer.

"Please," you gasp, your voice a desperate plea as waves of pleasure wash over you, threatening to engulf your senses entirely.

Your eyes flutter shut, your head falling forwards in ecstasy as you struggle to form coherent words amidst the overwhelming sensation.

"Don't... don't stop talking," you manage to grit out, your voice trembling with need. Each syllable is a struggle, torn from your lips as if by sheer force of will. But the urgency in your tone is unmistakable, a fervent plea for him to continue, to keep the intoxicating stream of words flowing.

As his voice washes over you like a soothing balm, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, lost in a haze of pleasure that threatens to consume you whole. And in that moment, all you can do is surrender to the overwhelming tide, clinging to his every word like a lifeline in the storm of sensation.

So you do surrender to the overwhelming sensation, allowing yourself to be consumed by the raw intensity of his voice, knowing that in its embrace lies a sanctuary where time stands still, and all that exists is the intoxicating symphony of your shared desire.

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alhaithamtit · 3 months

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NSFW ALPHABET

dr. ratio honkai star rail

cw: male!reader, sub veritas

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

usually draws a bath for you two and helps you clean up.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

his favorite body part on himself are his arms and chest. he relishes on seeing your bite marks on them. on you, it's probably your face. the expressions you make as you cum are delectable for him.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

he avoids not wearing a condom, but if you cum on him, or make him taste himself, he secretly loves it.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

enjoys being dominated, although he would never admit to it.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

he read some books, and that's it. he never felt the need to do it with someone on a whim. masturbating felt enough for ratio.

F= Favorite position

cowgirl, if you're riding him or doggy when you're railing him.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

serious, the most he can do is laugh a little when you struggle with taking off his clothes.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

has a bit of a trail but overall pretty well groomed.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

enjoys it the most when you're rough with him, but he won't say no to slow romantic sex.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

not very often, usually when he's frustrated and wants to take the stress

out.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

overstimulation, dacryphillia, and degrading. yes, tell him what a slut he is while he's falling apart on your cock, overstimulated and crying.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

the bed. possibly the bathtub, but you would need to persuade him to do it there.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

kissing his chest and hands, and whispering inappropriate things in his ear while he's doing something. he will scold you but he quickly melts into your touch.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

dirty talk as foreplay is a turnoff for him. he'll tell you to shut up and get down to business.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

bad at giving head, but if you teach him how, or facefuck him it's surprisingly pleasant. cumming on his face is worth it.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

lasts pretty long, you can make him cum three times and he's still holding up well, likes it rough but not necessarily fast.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

isn't up for quickies, sucking his dick in his office is fine, but going all out unprepared and in a different environment than your/his house is a no.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

he chases knowledge, and trying out new things with you is a must. you will try out various positions with him until he chooses his preferred ones.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

can go a long time until he's satisfied.

he cums the quickest if play with his nipples which are quite sensitive.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

would never admit it, but he's very fond of you using various vibrators, cock rings, and legs spreaders on him.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

please tease him, flick his nipples and blow cold air on them, jack him off slowly as you rail into him roughly, rub your thumb over his slit as he orgasms. he lives for it.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

not very loud. he mainly talks, even about work (please shut him up). If he's near an orgasm he whimpers

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

wants you to titfuck him, but he'll never ever tell you.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

average size, and grows slightly when he's hard. circumsized, not very veiny, but has a cute mole near his tip, which goes from pink to red on the top. his cum is pretty thick, and has a slightly bitter taste to it

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

his sexdrive isn't very high. likes having sex when he's frustrated with work or after finishing a good book.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

doesn't fall asleep quickly. he needs to clean himself and relax with a book before going to bed.

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luveline · 2 years

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if you want, maybe roan is just like doodling around and stuff yk and she draws a typical like family pic but eddie notices that beside the both of them there’s another messily drawn figure and it’s the reader :( <3

HELL yeh ty baby ♡ fem!reader

Eddie's a good dad. Fuck anyone who thinks otherwise, he's good at this shit, and if Roan wants to go get burgers every Friday he's gonna take her. His daughter deserves the world.

Including greasy, messy quarter pounders from Benny's diner.

"What's that one?" Eddie asks, pointing over Roan's half eaten plate with his pinky finger at her drawing, the table between them covered in crayons from her open pencil case.

"This? This'a doggy," she says, like it's obvious and he's the worst.

"I knew that," — he did not know that — "I meant want kind of doggy."

"Oh. That's our dal-dalm-damnation!"

Eddie grins at the idea of a dalmatian named damnation. Fucking sweet. "Dalmatian, babe." He wipes his fingers in a napkin so he can lean over and pick sesame seeds out of her hair and off of her little sweater. "I thought you wanted a St. Bernard. The rescue dogs with the medicine around their neck, you remember?"

She points at the dalmatian's side where she's drawn a cross in red crayon. "He is a rescue dog."

Eddie hums appreciatively and picks up his burger again. But the time he's finished Roan has moved onto a clean page. She sits there tap tap tapping her crayon against the corner.

"What do I draw?" she asks.

Eddie grabs his napkin. "You didn't give me a look at the first one!" he exclaims, stacking her plate on top of his.

Roan struggles. Her sketchbook is a simple plain workbook from Bradley's with thin paper, but the size of it is still heavy in her small hands. She turns back to the page she'd just been decorating and brandishes it against her chest proudly.

"Holy sugar, that's awesome," he praises, and means it. "Is that Princess Peony?"

"The damnation is saving her," Roan says.

"I can see that."

He reaches under the table for his backpack. Inside, he carries around all the bare essentials necessary for successful kid outings — spare clothes, Teddy the pink bear with one ear, a hair brush, hair ties, her rain mac. And, the most important thing, wet wipes.

"Alright, c'mere. Let me wipe that face."

Despite contrary instruction, Eddie walks around to sit on her side of the booth. He does hands first, then crayons caught in the crossfire, then her face. She hates it, but when she was a baby she loathed it. He takes her scowl as an improvement.

"Why don't you draw... Maybe, a new family portrait? We can put it on the fridge like the first one. You can even include your damnation, if you like."

"He isn't real, dad."

"Just draw what's real, then. Can I trust you while I go get drinks?"

She makes a haughty little face that he takes for an eye roll and leaves to get drinks, though he's not really leaving. He's about ten feet away from her at all times and he keeps his eye on her.

He only looks away for what can't be ten seconds, and she's gone. His heart skips as his eyes scour the diner.

"Dad?"

Eddie flinches, his coke tipping over the side and down his hand. "Oh, sh- sugar," he says, kissing his fingers dry. "Babe, you scared me."

Roan stands at his knee with her drawing in hand. She wields it up at him insistently.

"That's for me? Swap?" he asks, offering her a small glass of juice.

Roan takes the juice in one hand. Eddie quickly takes her drawing so she can use both hands, watching the pride as she shuffles carefully back to the table. She doesn't spill a drop.

Eddie shakes out the drawing and sips his coke. The edges are ragged along the top where she's torn it free.

Front and centre is Roan. She's drawn herself with big long eyelashes and a full head of curls, total dad-win, in a huge cloud of pink he assumes is her very best princess dress. To her left is Eddie, same head of curls, long lashes amiss but a huge smile on his face, and to Eddie's left is Wayne. He looks especially dapper, a coffee mug in hand.

It's a great likeness.

And then there's you.

Your hair, your favourite shirt. Roan has drawn you with lovely eyes and a heart next to your smile, messy but so obviously you.

He beams like a fool as he sits down next to her again. She's already turned to a new page in her blook.

"Roan, this is amazing. And... That's Y/N."

"Duh," she says.

"Duh," he repeats, dumbfounded.

He wonders what he's supposed to say here. Telling her you aren't part of their family wouldn't be true. Telling her you are might set a precedent you aren't ready for. He worries it over for a while and takes despondent swings of coke, listening to Roan scribbling furiously beside him.

"Done!"

Eddie looks down. He gawks.

"Baby, is that..."

She points with her crayon enthusiastically. "Tada!"

"It's a castle," Eddie says carefully.

"That's where a princess gets married."

"And that's..."

"That's Y/N!"

There you are. Smiling, a bouquet of blue, red and yellow flowers on bright green stalks in hand. A prince stands beside you in a suit with a bright red scribble across his chest like a sash. The prince also has long, curly hair.

"Where are you?" he asks.

Roan points at a purple blob with black hair in the background. "I'm the flower girl."

Eddie throws his arm over her small shoulders and drops a firm, smacking kiss against her round cheek. "That's where you're wrong, bub. You'd be right next to me, my best girl."

She giggles infectiously at him, his words and breath tickling her face.

"Dad, don't be stupid. It's s'posed to be a man with you."

"Make an exception? Just this once it can be a girl. Pretty please?"

She smiles at him. It's a much older expression than she should have, like she's entertaining his fantasy, like he's the kid. "Okay, dad. I will be the best girl."

Later, when he tells you the story, you get super indignant. His stomach turns to a pit as he worries he's overstepped, but you say, "How is that fair? I want her to be my best girl."

"Maid of honour."

"What's the difference? You got her all this time completely by yourself, and you're not gonna share her on our wedding day?" Your voice drifts off as you dissapear into the bathroom, though he can hear you muttering, "Ridiculous."

He hides his electric blush with a pillow over his face. When you return, you climb half on his chest and force the pillow away to dot spearmint kisses against his pinked cheeks.

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shroomdreams · 1 month

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cw: doggy style, fingering, multiple orgasms, gn!reader, usage of hole (can be interpreted as either vaginal or anal)

a/n: this is entirely based on that part of the liyue archon quest where zhongli liked the perfume mature women use 💀

thinking about...

...the way zhongli gazes at you from afar while you play with your son. you're currently on your day off, and you decide to spend with your son, gently guiding his hand while he flies a kite. he's never seen a beauty like you around the harbor before, had you moved in recently? either way, he finds himself being drawn to you. how your hair complements your face, how your clothes tastefully hug your figure, how he smells a particular kind of perfume on your person-

ah, he's got to compose himself.

zhongli introduces himself to your family of two- your son immediately perking up in intrigue when zhongli draws near. you brush aside your hair, talking to zhongli as your son narrows his eyes at him. still, he eventually grew to tolerating the older man's presence around you, though he pouted whenever he felt that zhongli was taking up much of your time. though a few snacks and a game of marbles is enough to cheer him up, and eventually zhongli endears himself to your boy.

you on the other hand, can't help the warmth that blossoms in your heart whenever you talk to zhongli. your work as the guzheng player at a quaint teahouse is nothing to write home about, but zhongli finds interest in your career anyway, suggesting some songs you could play. and on days where he visits your workplace, he often takes the table closest to you, drinking his tea are your deft fingers play a song he's known for a very long time.

oh, you know you shouldn't be feeling this type of way to zhongli- you're certain he couldn't ever return your affections, and dating a single parent probably isn't that appealing to him. still, you allow yourself to indulge in the fantasy, daydreaming about zhongli and how he might hold you close...

which is why you're a little shocked when zhongli makes a surprise visit to your home.

zhongli smiles as you sniffle and cry out, his fingers teasing your poor hole with precision. you shakily place your hand on his. "zh- hnnn- zhongli-" you gasp, feeling his digits curl into particular spot that has you seeing stars.

"you're doing so good for me," he whispered, quickening his ministrations and drawing out more moans from you. you're extremely grateful your son is off studying in school right now- "you have no idea how long i've been wanting to do this, my little gem..." he plants kisses on your neck as he continued to thrust his fingers in your hole.

"zhongli, i'm- i'm gonna-" you couldn't finish your sentence, letting out a strained wail as you arched your back, your legs shaking from the orgasm zhongli coaxed out of you. he whispers more praise in your ear, stilling his fingers are you whimper from the sensation, hips bucking upwards when he pulled them out.

"that was marvelous... but surely you could give me one more?"

you squeaked when zhongli flips you on your stomach, ass up in the air. you grip the pillows in embarrassment. it's been so long since you've been put in such a vulnerable position, twitching when you feel something slap against your ass.

"ready?" zhongli kisses your shoulder as he aligns the tip to your entrance. you nod, mumbling your consent. zhongli hums in appreciation as he begins pushing his cock inside.

"o-oh!" you gasp for air, feeling the intrusion rubbing against your walls, quivering as zhongli continues to push inside. you start to cry, feeling so full, feeling him so deep inside as his hips finally meet your ass. the pleasure and burn of feeling zhongli deep inside makes you sob, keening when he grinds against you. "it's so much! i- AH!" a snap of his hips makes you loss your train of thought. "zh-zhongli-"

"mmph-" zhongli growls. "such delicious reactions... do forgive me for being selfish-" he draws his hips back before roughly slamming his length inside, ripping a moan from you as he starts a fast pace. "i promise our next coupling will be more romantic than this one." how can he say such things while your insides are being battered by his dick? you don't even register what he's saying at this point, overwhelmed by the feeling of his rod dragging against your walls, kissing your sensitive spots with precise strokes-

you wail out as you feel another orgasm building inside, pushing your hips against zhongli in attempt to meet his thrusts. "zhongli! zhongli! o-oh- archons, there! ahh~!" zhongli groans out in approval, gripping your hips tight to pull you close, lewd slaps filling your bedroom as his thrusts become needy and rough as your walls milk his cock.

"th-that's it. go on, fall apart, my little gem-" he whispered, reaching over to play with your nipples. the added stimulation causes you to break and cry, crashing against your second orgasm as you sob into the pillows, tightening around zhongli's cock. he snarls, fucking you through your climax until you cry out, filling your hole with his seed.

zhongli huffs, grinding against your ass as you whimper from the slight overstimulation. he pulls out, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches his cum ooze out from your hole. you fully collapse on the bed, breathless and dazed. you're about to fall asleep when your eyes shoot wide open, looking over to see that zhongli's fingers have found themselves back inside. a third orgasm quickly approaches as you wail, sobbing and begging zhongli for mercy until you cum again, legs twitching as he pulls out his fingers. zhongli holds you close as you cry, trying to calm down from the high he's delivered you to.

later on, your son makes a face when he finds you and zhongli in the kitchen, but quickly warms up when he finds that zhongli has made some snacks for you and him to enjoy.

thank goodness he doesn't notice the slight wobble in your legs when you pour him some juice- you still aren't sure how to tell him that you're dating zhongli now. what's certain though, is that zhongli adores you very much. your family of two grows into three.

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iwishf1wasreal · 2 months

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F1 Driver NSFW Profile: ✷ Lewis Hamilton ✷

smut ✷ 18+ readers only

I. Flirt. He’s a shy sort of suave. He wants to come off cool and laid back. Thank God he never has to worry if he’s dressed well. Lewis is all about eye contact, making sure to look over the frame of whatever sunglasses he’s wearing so he can hold your gaze. It’ll be hard for him to look away; maybe he’ll keep your eyes for as long as he can by looking back or walking backward. He’ll flash his million-dollar smile at you; make sure you know he’s noticed you too. If there are cameras around, he’s pretty much going to stand 40 feet away from you, but if it’s amongst the trusted inner circle or just the two of you, he is stuck to you like glue. When you first meet, he’s flirty in a relaxed sense; it won’t come across as him being particularly interested, just friendly. He takes his time sussing you out and getting a feel for you. But once he’s ready to make his intentions known, he’s laying on the charm. Making you laugh, taking any excuse to brush against you. II. Propositioning. Warm hands caressing down your back, spending a generous amount of time on your ass before smoothing down your calves. He’ll peck kisses anywhere he can reach, his endless brown eyes meeting yours as his lips roam your body. Lewis wants to seduce and be seduced. He likes kissing–[loves] kissing. Has a hard time having sex [without] kissing. He wants your tongue hot and heavy in his mouth. Lewis likes to tease too. If the mood strikes and you start to put the moves on him, he'll play dumb. Straight up pretends not to notice, wait and see how far you’ll go before you push him down onto the sofa and straddle him.

III. Libido. It’s relatively high, but he’s also creeping up to his forties. Don’t get me wrong, he has no trouble getting (or maintaining) an erection, but it takes him a bit longer to get him up and ready…especially if it’s a night after drinking. So, he doesn’t mind a bit of soft play, whether it's your mouth or the soft glide of your hand. He’s not too picky. He feels so much closer to his partner during and after sex. Lewis feels like there’s no other connection in the world like it and would probably even be down to try sex magic if you were into that kind of thing.

IV. Turn-Ons: tame & nasty. Tame: Expensive clothes. When you hold him close to whisper in his ear. Laughing with your head thrown back. A nice fitting pair of trousers. Pretty, fast cars. Private beaches and cabanas. Outdoor showers. Spoiling you. Facetime calls to show him what you’re wearing. Getting along with his mum and step-mum. Having inside jokes with his brother. Fitting right into a game of footy with his nieces and nephews. Musicality in any way, shape, or form. Shy silliness that he gets to draw out of you. Diamonds on bare skin. Nasty: When he fucks you so good you can’t even get out a moan, and it looks like you’re having a sexy exorcism. Pulling your panties to the side instead of just pulling them off. Lowkey always wants to get caught; fucks you with the windows of your cabana wide open, or herds you into the single stall. Tender love and care to his balls. When you tell him that his dick is the best you’ve ever had. Receiving unsolicited your nudes. Mutual masturbation. Lingerie sets with lace bras and satin panties. The way your ass kinda makes a heart-shape in certain positions of doggy. Titties in his mouth. Topless beaches with wandering hands. V. Self-stimulation. Ideally, he would be able to Facetime you, and you could figure out a solution together. He'll use a video if the timezone doesn’t permit that, and he’s not desperate enough to wake you or disturb you at work. He can still appreciate porn, but if he wants to finish, he’d prefer to do it to you. VI. Foreplay. He almost pays too much attention to foreplay. It’s like he’s in some kind of competition with himself to see how wet he can make you before he finally slips inside. As he’s come into adulthood, he’s realised how powerful the act of cunnilingus is. He has his own version of getting drunk off your sex, usually in the form of semi-incoherent philosophical babbles of how we’re all connected and how beautiful your pussy is.

VII. Rhythm. He likes to keep it fresh but prefers deep, unhurried sex. Taking your time getting to know each other and savouring the feeling of the two of you together. He’s not afraid to moan or let his nastiest thoughts roll off his tongue. Most often he’ll be asking how it feels, for you to be louder. He likes egging you on. VIII. How He Likes It He’s a classic man. Doggy has a special place in his heart. He likes plenty of other positions, too, of course. But there’s just something about getting to watch your ass shake as he disappears inside you. You bent over, wet and moaning and rutting back against him. Rarely do you get to feel like you have the upper hand on him–he’s got lightning fast reflexes, strength and confidence that often make you feel like he’s not even real. Except in the bedroom and he has your front pressed into the bed and you start to work to throw your hips back to meet his thrusts. He nearly busts right then and there every time.

IX. Location, location, location. A hopeless romantic, ideally, he’d have rose petals all over the floor and candles littering the entire place. But that’s not always feasible, though he still tells you it’s what you deserve. And though he’d deny it, ducking his head to hide the burning on his cheeks but the hot tub seems to hold a special place in his heart. To the point where his buddies will point and giggle at it the second you’re aboard a yacht for the week or they notice it on the balcony through the curtains. Somehow, they always seem to be one on your holidays or hotel rooms. And you both do you best to use it to the best of your abilities. X. Kinky. He’s open minded and easy to approach. He likes experimenting when he feels safe and he feels safest with you. Depending on the mood, he can be gently encouraging, complimenting and worshipping you into bliss. Or, he can be a little more demanding, a little less lenient and a little more mean. He’s good at playing. He likes playing…as long as you seem like you are too. Any fantasy you feel like trying, he’s all ears. Rarely will he outright deny you–about most things–especially sex.

XI. Bedroom aids/Toys He’s not stupid, obviously you use toys whilst he’s away or busy. He doesn’t mind adding them in with the both of you either. It really only took one time for him to watch your eyes roll back in your head after just two minutes on the second to highest setting. Lately, his latest exploration in the bedroom has involved plugs. Nothing gets his heart pumping blood to his crotch quite like when you bend over and reveal you’ve decided to surprise him with one. Something about the shimmer of something in your ass while he sheeths himself deep inside you feels like ecstasy.

XII. Cum. He can go for a while. He’s old enough where he doesn't need to lay back and think of England. He would prefer to finish after you though with the ferocity of your sex life, it’s quite literally always a competition to get others to cum first. Ideally, he’d finish inside of you but obviously sometimes that’s not always fisable. Though, more than enough times have you two snuck off for a quickie and you’re left uncomfortably wet in your panties after.

XIII. Pleasure reciprocation. Lewis loves to go down on you. Likes hearing all your moans and whines and any other noise he can get you to make. When his focus is on you and getting you to cum, he turns into an assertive yet gentle figure. He has plans for you, he’d like for you to follow them. But he’s not above giving into your desperation or gently teasing you for how worked up you get. He can teeter more towards mean when he feels like it though rarely can keep it up. By the time you’ve finished, he’s melted back into his true self. Making sure you’re not too far gone or nothing got too out of hand. Despite it all though, he makes you feel like he’s hungry for you. Like just the site of you or your body could drive him wild enough to cloud all his thoughts.

XIV. Bonus.

“I wanna show you something,” Lewis tells you, head down with his eyes focused on his phone. You approach him in the living room but don't make it to him before the TV on the wall above him blinks on. It shows the generic home display before it goes black again. But it's only for a moment. Then, a grainy, night vision video starts to play.

It takes you a moment to realise what is. It’s not until you hear the video playback what sounds like Lewis’ laugh. On screen, now in clear view of the camera, you dragged Lewis to one of the outdoor sofas. Suddenly, you recognize everything in the video.

It from the boat trip you took a few weeks ago, traipsing around Greece with some friends before Lewis had to get back in race mode for the foreseeable future. It was late, all your friends had gone to bed and the crew had been tipped heavily to give you some privacy on deck.

You’re standing there watching yourself, watching your mouth meet his and moan in pleasure. In person, you don’t realise he’s even standing behind you until a gentle hand on your middle startles you out of your gaze.

“You remember that?” he asks softly, with a small nod towards the TV. You nod, letting out a distracted ‘mmhmm’ as you keep your eyes on the screen. His other hand meets your other side, palms softly caressing against the t-shirt you wore.

Back on the boat, you had already pulled Lewis free from the confines of his joggers. You were on the floor, on your knees. Even with the state of the art speakers Lewis had installed, you can’t make out what he’s saying to you on video. Just the soft rasp of his voice as he eggs you on.

“How did you get this?” you ask, your throat dry. You had taken him into your mouth on the boat, Lewis throwing his head back in pleasure on screen. It was nice to see him–actually see what he looked like while you gave him head. Up close was one thing, but watching the effect you had on him has your insides somersaulting.

“I told you I’d have them get rid of the footage.”

Neither of you were stupid. You both knew something as risky as this would require some damage control but Lewis promised you he’d take care of it.

“Yes, but how do you have it?” you gulp after a particularly loud moan vibrates off the screen.

Lewis doesn’t answer you, just laughs softly as he moves to start placing kisses on your neck. His hands move from your waist, roaming over your arms, then your shoulders. The roughness of his skin against the softness of your skin feels euphoric. But he stops the motion all too soon, one his hands clasping over each of your wrists. In front of you, your past self is already mounting your boyfriend, his hands eager to expose your breasts from the bikini you were wearing.

Loud, lewd sounds fill the room, echoing off the TV and bathing the both of you in a symphony of your own moans. You can feel Lewis’ breath against your neck, his hands still holding your wrists. You watch as his hand slipped over your core, pads of his fingers finding the perfect spot to send you over the edge. The sight of it makes you hotter, your skin starting to feel clammy and stomach somersaulting. Instinctively, you lean further back into Lewis, trying to instinctually rut yourself against him for some kind of relief.

But he’s not taking any of it. Just tightens his grip on your wrists and moves so you can’t roll your hips back against him.

The sounds on the TV get loud. You can hear the sound of your bodies meeting amongst the huffs and moans. It doesn’t matter how much you beg, how pathetically you mewl at Lewis to let you do something. He doesn’t care. Doesn’t even really let you look at him. At best you can get is the cocky smirk and devious gleam in his eyes before he’s gathering both your wrists in one hand and fixing your gaze ahead by your chin.

Your heart feels like its beating out of your chest. Your skin is sticking to your clothes, working up a sweat from how hot you feel underneath your clothes. Lewis makes you watch the whole thing like that. Forced to watch both orgasms he gave you. Forced to listen to the defeated sigh of satisfaction Lewis gives as you pulled yourself off of him. Forced to watch the glistening trail of yourselves that even the shitty security camera could pick up sliding down your leg.

You don’t even have to move to tell how wet you are once the TV finally turns off. Looking (and feeling) like you’re in a trance, Lewis chuckles proudly and presses a kiss to your hair.

“Now, go upstairs. Take all your clothes off. And wait for me.” He says, pressing one more kiss to your temple. He pulls away just a touch so he can look you in the eyes. “But do not touch yourself.” He taps his pointer finger to the tip of your nose and pats your ass as your single to get moving.

You do as you're told and head upstairs. Meanwhile, Lewis gets working on some drinks for the pair of you. He only gets as far as pulling his mock-Tequilas from the cabinet before he hears what at first sounds like your phone going off. But the buzzing he hears through the upstairs floor doesn’t stop. He freezes in place to listen. The buzzing keeps going, far longer than any ringtone would.

As soon as he realises what you’re doing, he drops what he’s doing and makes a break for the stairs. You can hear him calling your name through the bedroom door as he takes them to at a time to get to you.

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 x reader #f1 smut #f1blr #lewis writers are very good pls dont hate me if its bad thank u

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kissforyouu · 2 months

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Can you write a drabble of oc surprising jk with a new tattoo. I’d picture she’d get something cute like a peach or a bunny idkkk but she’d definitely have something small and dainty. She’d probably put it somewhere where only Jk could see too🤭

oc is not that much into tattoos, but she'd sometimes use temporary tattoos on herself and show jk. he'd just keep asking her over and over "when are you getting a real oneeee". he completely doesn't mind tattoos on oc at all, considering how tatted up he is too. but when oc actually does get a tattoo...

"jungkook!" you shout from across his living room, excitedly skipping your way through. he yells back from his room, surprised that you came over. you didn't even tell him beforehand. your boyfriend exits his room to have you jump on his body right after, hugging the man like the world was going to end right now.

you hug him really tight, swaying him from side to side. "hi, baby!" your voice was high pitched as you placed kisses all over your boyfriend's cheek. he loved whenever you acted like this. kisses were his favourite. jungkook liked to get pampered by you a lot. even though he'll probably never admit to it.

"hi, sweetheart." his smile was big and bright, probably even starting to hurt his face at this point. you let go of his body, finally freeing him.

"i got tatted." bombshell.

"like, tatted for real? not temporary?"

"nope! actual tattoo, look."

jungkook was surprised. you swore to yourself to never actually get a proper tattoo because you were afraid that later you might regret it. but you actually did it? okay, where is it? what type of tattoo? jungkook was thrilled.

but the moment you bent over and to strip down, jungkook's draw fully drops. shit. you had a sly smirk on your face, fully aware of what you were doing as you discarded your pants. there revealed your black lace panties.

"here." you turn around your upper body to point at the small (very small) red heart tattoo on your ass cheek. it was right below your waist near your hips. cute, he thought. very small though, very. but jungkook wasn't surprised at how small it was. the little tattoo complimented your ass well, and your whole personality itself. it suits you. but it wasn't the tattoo that had him mermerised, it was definitely your ass. lol.

ever since then, man's been obsessed with doggy style just to see your dainty tattoo bounce on his cock over and over again. he makes sure kiss it every time whenever you guys had sex. the obsession was real.

in addition to that little tattoo was another dainty heart but this time on the side of your middle finger and some other sparkles. and not necessarily a tattoo, but a belly piercing you got when you were around 16 and (totally legal!) a bunch of other piercings in your ears.

taglist : @fungie2332 @wintertxt @wheexine @hyunjinswifeee @ohsweetmimosa @canyon-txt @kooreo @rrosiitas @goldenjeonkoo

#jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts jk #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts #smut #ask : kmm

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animasola86 · 4 months

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Yours to take

Notes: This is a continuation of It belongs to me and Mine! (but can be read individually), horny!girlfriend and possessive!Seb are at it again.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc

Genre: Smut // Words: 7.9k // [Read on AO3]

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content. Public sex (reverse cowgirl, doggy, lifted missionary, first time anal). Traumatising first-years.

Synopsis: The game Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff is on, and Sebastian and his horny girlfriend can't just sit through it without indulging in their desire for each other.

Last warning: Whenever I write from Seb's perspective, it gets extra dirty. So be warned! Severe smut below!

Yours to take

She was squirming on his lap, restlessly shifting, pressing her plump arse right against his groin, grinding herself against him relentlessly. His cock was rock hard between her cheeks by now, and Sebastian would have groaned if they weren't currently surrounded by a sea of red and yellow and a whole stadium filled with Quidditch enthusiasts.

He couldn't care less about the sport in that instant, his mind was focused on the pretty girl slowly undulating on top of him, her eyes following the players as she tried to act as interested as the rest of the students sitting around them. But by the way her fingers closed around his knees, he knew she was focused on something else entirely.

His turn to shift slightly beneath her while he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. His chin rested on her shoulder as he leaned closer until his nose was pressed against her neck. “Are you okay?” he said quietly, causing her to breathe a little more strained.

She nodded and turned her head slightly, and he saw that she was biting her lip hard, not hard enough to draw blood, but she was clearly trying to hide how riled up she really was. When her eyes met his, he noticed how dilated her pupils were, blown with lust, and the sight alone would have made him come in his trousers if he wasn't trying to hold back as much as she did.

He leaned his head even closer until his lips brushed against her earlobe, and while a roar erupted through the pitch as Gryffindor scored another goal, he extended his tongue and started licking up the shell of her ear. She shivered and mewled quietly, grabbing his knees tighter as she pressed her back into his chest. He continued his ministrations, one eye on the game in front of them while he moved his tongue in broad strokes and pointed pokes over her ear.

She downright moaned when he pressed the tip of his tongue right into it, but luckily for her, another uproar made the stands shake when it was a surprised looking Hufflepuff this time who managed to throw the Quaffle through the hoops of the opposing team.

He leaned back and licked down her neck now before he closed his lips around her pulse, breathing slightly heavier against her skin as he felt her rapid heartbeat throbbing beneath his touch. She squirmed even harder against him, still masking her movements by engaging in the game, mirroring the handfuls of Ravenclaws sitting around them.

She didn't fool anyone though, at least not him, most of her house seemed rather uninterested in Quidditch when their own team wasn't playing, which in turn had played into their cards when he had pulled her tiny frame onto his lap in the far back row. The view was great from here, but his view was even better as he watched the blush moving over her face and down her neck.

He kept sucking on her sensitive skin, working yet another mark into the slender column of her neck, and she whimpered quietly on top of him, now grabbing his arms as she pushed her body even firmer against his while she tilted her head slightly to give him more access.

His cock ached behind the tight confines of his trousers as her arse writhed against it, and he groaned into her skin before he sank his teeth into her neck teasingly, nibbling on the bruise until he soothed it with a long stroke of his tongue. Kissing back up her head, he pressed his lips to her jaw until she turned her head and met his gaze.

The heat swirled around them like the breeze coming from the mountains, and without hesitation, their mouths collided for a searing kiss while more roars and cries echoed all around them. The game was still going strong, Hufflepuff seemed to turn it around to everyone's surprise as Gryffindor still lamented their bruised egos.

The noises masked the heavy breaths they exchanged as he circled his tongue around hers while his hands moved down to her waist, his fingers digging into her sides demandingly. She held onto his wrists and leaned into the kiss, the movement of her arse paused momentarily. As he leaned away a little to catch his breath, she watched him with her lips parted and swollen, her gaze even more hungry now.

“What do you need?” he asked quietly as he leaned to her ear, kissing her earlobe.

She buried her nose in his hair, breathing heavily. “You,” she whimpered, her lips brushing against his forehead. “Inside me,” she added and leaned a hand up to grab his hair and pull him back so he could look at her.

He licked his lips and smirked at her. “Right here?”

She nodded frantically, her other hand already pulling up her skirt as she shifted on top of him. The stiff fabric moved up her backside as she crouched on top of him while it was still covering her thighs in the front. He leaned back slightly to take in the view and raised his eyebrows appreciatively when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

With her skirt pulled up enough so she could rub her bare cheeks against the front of his breeches, she turned back around fully and put her hands on his legs as she spread her own a little wider, leaving it to him to do the rest. He inhaled deeply and looked around for a moment, his hands moving down her hips until they were under her skirt, eagerly caressing her soft flesh.

The game kept going around them, with players flying all about, Quaffles and Bludgers whirring through the air, the score moving up and down inconsistently while the sea of red and yellow roared and cheered and booed. Sebastian had never imagined to be doing this so publicly, during a Quidditch match no less, right there on the stands, with no opportunity to hide. Her skirt was the only barrier between those prying eyes and them, and he feared it wasn't enough.

But his lust for her, fuelled by her insatiable hunger, made him move his fingers down to the buttons of his trousers, and after a little bit of fumbling as he couldn't really see what he was doing, he managed to free his throbbing dick from its confines. It sprang free and right between her plump arse cheeks, and she moaned softly when his tip pressed against her wet folds.

He let her squirm against him for another moment, as one of his hands came up from beneath her skirt and grabbed her waist, while the other held his base, ready to plunge his eager cock into her warm depths. He knew she didn't need any kind of preparation, he could feel her slick against his hand as it coated his tip.

She was ready, she was always ready for him, and maybe she even liked it when he pushed into her tight channel like this, forcing his girth into her clenching walls, he certainly did because the way she gripped him when he would, was like nothing he had ever felt before. And just thinking about it, made him leak already. Inhaling deeply, he dug his fingers into her side and motioned her to lift herself slightly.

When she complied, her whole body tense, he pressed his tip against her entrance, feeling the tight squeeze of her muscles before he slipped past the resistance until his crown was gripped by her walls. She mewled against him, one hand raised to cover her mouth, as the other dug sharp fingernails into his leg. He pressed his lips together, suppressing a groan, and slowly kept pushing until he removed his hand and, with both hands on her hips, forced her firmly down on him until he was completely buried within her tight wet depths.

She cursed under her breath and thrashed her head into his shoulder, while he breathed heavier and closed his eyes for a moment, savouring the warm sensation of the almost suffocating grip of her pussy. While he let her adjust to the stretch, he took another look around the stands and smoothed her skirt around them, covering any possibly visible skin before his hands came to rest on her stomach, pulling her further into him yet.

He was tempted to grab her breasts and make her ride him like there was no tomorrow, but he was still too wary to be too brash in public. He didn't care about himself, he'd been scolded before for disturbing the peace and quiet of the castle, but he usually managed to keep her out of harm's way (if she wouldn't put herself there on her own sometimes). But he was worried about her reputation, and even though the insane idea to fuck her in front of everyone to show them who she belonged to was growing on him, he was not ready to indulge in such obscenities just yet.

So fucking her on the stands during a Quidditch match was the furthest he was willing to go. They could mask the fact that she was sitting on his lap despite all those empty seats around them with the excuse that she was too tiny to see properly otherwise, not that anyone cared to ask, but in his mind he needed a cover up story, knowing her skirt wouldn't be enough once she got really worked up, but he hoped the loud roaring around them and the commentator's constant mumble and the cheers and boos and whooshing of players flying by were enough to hide her noises.

He felt her breathing heavily against his hands as she shifted on his lap, slowly starting to grind against him, moving her hips in tight circles as she worked her walls against his hard cock. He leaned back against the low wall of the stands with a deep groan, his hands returning to her waist as he held and assisted her in her endeavours. He felt her thighs twitching and pressing against his legs, her fingers digging into the fabric of his trousers, and when he pushed his hips upwards against her, a deep shudder rushed through her small body as she let out a strained moan.

She then leaned forwards on her arms propped on his knees and, with the tiniest of movements, worked her hips against him, slowly moving up only to slam back down on him hard, again and again, her arse cheeks rubbing against his lower stomach as she began to bounce on him slightly. He was proud of her for holding back so much, he knew she could do these same motions much, much rougher and faster, really riding him with all she had, making her breasts jiggle deliciously.

He'd usually preferred her facing him so he could see all those movements and maybe even bury his face between her taut mounds or lick them or suckle on her hard nipples, if he wasn't too busy watching her face contort in ecstasy, with her blush wandering from her face down to her shoulders and chest.

But with her facing away, fully clothed on top of him, all he could focus on was the tight grip of her pussy as she moved herself up and down on him, her walls clenching around his cock, rubbing along his shaft and squeezing, before she sucked him in all the way until his tip was prodding against her cervix.

He muffled his groans by pushing his mouth to her neck, and she gasped and whimpered at the sudden touch and sound. While he kept his lips pressed to her skin, his face half-hidden by her hair, she moved faster on top of him, still trying to emulate normal Quidditch audience behaviour, mirroring the excited writhing of the crowd whenever a player would score or dodge a Bludger or get close to the Snitch (he hoped catching it would take them a little longer though).

Her movements became erratic now, her bounces shorter, and he felt that she was really struggling to keep their secret connection hidden. Leaning up to press his cheek against her ear, he grabbed her waist tighter and started moving his hips upwards in quick snaps, and she immediately dissolved on his lap, almost losing her balance.

Her hands closed around his wrists as she pushed herself against him, holding onto him for dear life as her breaths became shallow, the heat in her face a telltale sign of her arousal, but luckily for her it was a warm day and nobody cared about a red-faced girl squirming on her boyfriend's lap during an agitated match.

Sebastian kept his steady rhythm of pushing into her, while her walls clenched around him further, her entire body tensing up on top of him. Her fingernails sank into his skin as she writhed, her legs shaking badly against him as she stood slightly, hovering above him while he raised his hips in exhaustingly hard thrusts. The angle wasn't perfect, and in the end he had to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her back down so he could rut into her better from his seated position.

She quickly melted into him, her back pressed against his chest as her head lolled back into his shoulder, her lips parted as she moaned and whimpered, and he raised one hand to turn her head to him and capture her mouth to muffle her noises, one arm still tight around her stomach as his hips snapped against her with reckless abandon. He could feel her stiffening, and then a sudden jerk rushed through her spine as her muscles contracted around him while her orgasm crashed over her.

Her tightness made him groan into her mouth, and she mewled into his. Her hands clawed at his arm while her body convulsed on top of him. She was squeezing his cock so hard he didn't stand a chance to hold back any more, and with a final deep thrust he pushed her down on him with a force that made her squeal against his lips. He buried his entire length in her depths, his tight quivering balls squished between their shuddering bodies, and then felt the twitching and throbbing of his cock as thick ropes of cum spurted from his tip as he shot his seed right into her womb.

He let out a deep grunt at the same time as the stadium erupted into cheerful roars when Hufflepuff scored another goal. The game around them was a mere background noise as he focused on her heavy breaths and the twitching of her limbs against him until they both relaxed slowly, their connection still as deep, their combined warmth soothing their heated skin, and he could have stayed like this forever.

She leaned against him, and he kissed her cheek lovingly as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding onto her as exhaustion washed over him. His eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned his forehead against her shoulder. For a moment they just relished in their shared experience, the public nature of it only adding to the desire still burning within him. No one had suspected a thing. And even if someone might have noticed their erratic movements or flushed faces or heavy breaths, he couldn't care less.

“Next time,” he whispered hoarsely as he opened his eyes and watched her profile while he leaned closer to her, his lips brushing against her neck. “I'll take you in the middle of the Pitch and you'll ride me like you mean it.”

He noticed the blush getting darker on her cheeks, but she nodded eagerly and turned her head to him, licking her lips.

His eyes moved over her face. “Would you like that?” he went on, his voice low and quiet. She nodded again, her pupils still blown with lust as she chewed on her swollen lips. “Say it,” he demanded under his breath.

“I want you to take me anywhere you want,” she whispered, her voice raspy, the sound of it causing shivers to rush down his spine. “Anywhere, for all of them to see. I am yours to take, Sebastian,” she added, her eyes boring into his, and he felt his cock twitching inside her hearing those words leave her beautiful mouth.

He took a shuddering breath and smiled at her before leaning in to claim her lips for a passionate kiss. She kissed him back hungrily, shifting on his lap as she turned more to him to wrap one arm around his neck while her other hand cupped his cheek.

Around them the game came to a sudden stop when the Hufflepuff seeker managed to catch the Snitch right from under the Gryffindor's nose, and the entire stands vibrated under the roar of the audience. There were boos from the red side of it, but all the other houses celebrated the unexpected win of the Hufflepuff team.

In their corner of the Ravenclaw stands, Sebastian held onto his girlfriend and couldn't care less about unexpected wins when his own win was still pressed to his body, his cock still deep inside her, claiming her as his own as his seed slowly seeped past her fluttering walls, staining the front of his breeches. Their kiss was sloppy and slowly turning more aggressive again as they both regained their composure from their combined releases.

He leaned back slightly, breathing heavily against her lips as his eyes bored into hers. Behind her the first students left their seats, but no one even looked at them, huddled together like this. The chatter subsided slowly, and when they were finally all alone, he grinned at her.

“Let's work our way down the Pitch, shall we?” he whispered, and she tilted her head in slight confusion, but instead of explaining it to her, he grabbed her waist and picked her up, pulling her off him, coaxing a soft moan out of her and a grunt out of himself, before he stood up, his legs shaking almost as badly as hers, but he managed to guide her to the front of the stands, where he pushed her stomach-first against the low railing, before he positioned himself behind her, his cock already hard again.

Down below on the grass the last players met, either with their heads hanging, or celebrating with their fists raised, and all the way above them, a Slytherin, who couldn't care less about their game, grabbed the skirt of his girlfriend and forced her legs apart before he sank his throbbing length back into her quivering depths. Her moans came free and unrestrained this time, as they both watched the stadium emptying. There were still enough students around to notice them, but he was invested now to go through with the idea to take her anywhere he wanted. Her words.

It wasn't as bold as fucking her right in the middle of a crowded Quidditch Pitch, but the idea alone made him rut into her forcefully as he grabbed her waist and drove his cock deeper into her, while she clung to the railing, her only focus on staying on her legs as she whimpered softly. He could feel her walls clenching around him as he pushed his hips against her arse in an unrelenting rhythm. His grunts left his throat unfiltered, carried away by the warm breeze hitting his sweaty face.

The wood beneath them creaked dangerously as he kept pounding into her relentlessly, his hands moving under her skirt to grab at her plump arse cheeks, kneading them and pulling them apart to allow him to push even deeper until he continuously hit that sweet spot deep within her, making her legs tremble, and he felt her shuddering helplessly, her moans still not as loud as he was used to, but loud enough to make a few people down below look up at them.

He saw her blushing hard, and she tried to hide herself from the onlookers, but he grabbed her neck tightly and forced her to stay upright. He even wrapped his other arm around her stomach to pull her against him, showing those peepers who made this girl moan so much. A dark grin made his lips curl as he continued thrusting into her hard, her body spasming in his embrace as she succumbed to her second orgasm of the day. Her hands held onto the railing as she supported herself while she moaned and thrashed her head back against his shoulder.

He barely noticed the indignant looks of the players below or how they finally left, shaking their heads or openly staring some more. Sebastian was focused on bringing his girl to new heights as he rutted into her, his grunts loud in her ear as she shuddered and trembled, her walls fluttering around his cock as he drove it in and out, fast and hard, again and again, unrelenting until she cried out once more.

She clenched around him even fiercer, really squeezing him now, and his resolve to coax all those noises out of her shattered the moment he felt his balls tightening. He tried to give her a few more thrusts, but in the end he couldn't hold it any longer and rammed his cock into her for one last time, rocking her entire body against the railing as he twitched inside her, emptying himself into her depths all over again.

His arms tight around her shivering form, he held her until he relaxed slightly. She was still trembling against him, her soft little moans quiet now and only for him to hear. Inhaling deeply, he pulled out then, feeling her tight pussy protesting. With his spent cock pressing against her inner thigh, he stepped between her legs and moved one hand to her wet folds, his fingers gliding through her slick until he pushed two of them past her stretched entrance.

She groaned and shivered, her lips parted, as he drove his digits deeper, pushing his seed further into her pussy while her muscles tightened around him lazily. When he withdrew his wet fingers, he grabbed her neck with his free hand and made her tilt her head back before he brought his soiled fingers to her lips and, without hesitation, pushed them into her mouth.

She gasped in surprise, but was quick to let her tongue flick against them, licking up their combined juices almost hungrily. He moaned deeply as he watched her, how she let him push his fingers deeper into her mouth and onto her tongue, even deep enough to feel the back of her throat. She fought the urge to gag, even though she knew how much he loved it when she did it, the feeling of her body convulsing uncontrollably against him was just too delicious for him.

So he pushed his fingers deeper, and she twitched in his hold, her eyes closed with tears shimmering under her lashes, before she couldn't help it and gagged around him, her body shivering under the sudden motion, the tight squeeze of her throat around his fingertips causing him to groan and the feeling of her spit lathering his fingers enough to make him lean against her, pushing his growing erection between her folds once more.

He released her eventually, and she lurched forwards and coughed and spluttered, holding her throat as she tried to regain her composure. He felt her swallowing against the long fingers of his hand on the back of her neck, and he eased his grip slightly, before he pulled her into a comforting embrace, his hand on her head as he stroked her hair soothingly. She leaned against his chest, breathing heavily, until she relaxed again.

After a moment, he leaned back and grabbed her jaw gently, looking at her intently, before he moved closer and poked the tip of his tongue against the corner of her mouth, lapping at the saliva dripping from her lips. She inhaled sharply at the motion before they both moved in at the same time and smashed their mouths together for a heated kiss.

She turned around then and threw herself against him, her arms wrapping around his neck while his hands moved down her backside to smooth her skirt down. As much as he loved taking her in public, he didn't want to expose her too much, and even though the stands were completely empty by now, he didn't want to risk showing her beautiful arse to just everyone. Especially with his cum dripping down her legs.

He wanted everyone to know that he had claimed her, but the love bites on her neck were enough proof of that for now. No need to show her around looking like the little slut she was for him.

Breathing deeply against her lips, he kissed her almost lazily now, just enjoying the feel of her warm tongue pressed against his while his big hands roamed the curves of her body, kneading her plump arse through the fabric of her skirt. She leaned away first, her lips swollen and her breaths ragged, as she looked up at him with a mischievous spark in her eyes.

“So, where do you want to take me next?” she asked with her voice still raspy.

He smirked at her, tilting his head to think, before he looked away and along the stands. He found the perfect place, and when he looked back at her, he quickly moved his hands lower and grabbed the back of her thighs to lift her up against him. She wrapped her legs eagerly around him as he started carrying her towards the nearest tower, her wet centre pushed against his lower stomach, staining his white shirt.

Her fingers dug into his hair as she watched him intently, lust burning in her eyes, the blush seemingly permanently etched into her beautiful face. His eyes moved over her features and his heart swelled under the realisation of how lucky he was to have her. Lucky to call her his. Lucky to do all these perverse things to her and know that she was just as into it as he was.

As he reached his goal and firmly pressed her back against the wooden wall of the tower clad in green and silver fabric, he leaned in and pushed his lips to hers. “I love you, you know that, right?” he whispered then, his breath ghosting her heated skin.

“I know,” she whispered back with a smirk, before she cupped his face and kissed him again. “And I love you too. And I love everything you do to me,” she added between kisses.

He smiled at her, his own cheeks warming up under her touch. “Everything, eh?” he repeated with a sly twinkle in his eyes.

She nodded and pressed another kiss to his cheek before she leaned towards his ear and whispered: “Take me again, Sebastian. Fill me up and make me yours all over again.”

He groaned deeply and tightened the grip of his fingers on her arse. “Anything you say, darling,” he murmured and playfully nibbled on her earlobe. He pushed her up the wall slightly as she crossed her feet behind his back, holding onto him like a little monkey. One hand still on her plump cheek to support her, he moved his other hand under her skirt and between their bodies and guided his already eager dick back to her heat.

His eyes bored into hers as he pushed his tip between her folds once more before he inhaled deeply and then pressed into her tight pussy, his cock sinking home as if it belonged right there – which it did. He filled her up and watched her reaction as he did, the tremble of her lips and the fluttering of her eyelids and how she moved her fingers back into his hair as a soft moan slipped from her throat.

He grabbed her rear once more and pulled her closer, burying himself as deeply as possible as her walls gripped him invitingly, his legs shaking slightly under the exertion. “Ugh, you take me so well,” he grunted and leaned his forehead against her chest for a moment, inhaling deeply to fill his nostrils with the sweet scent of her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. “You're made for me...” he mumbled, his fingers kneading her arse cheeks, teasing between them. “And only for me...”

“Only for you,” she confirmed quietly and caressed his hair softly. He looked up slowly and met her warm gaze, her pupils dilated with love instead of lust, her tender smile almost too much for him to handle.

Lucky. That was what he was. Despite everything he did and had done to her, she was still looking at him like this, so gentle and loving and completely devoted. She was his, and she finally knew it. He felt his lips trembling and quickly leaned in to press them against hers, claiming her mouth for a passionate kiss as he started moving his hips against her, slowly slipping in and out, back and forth, until he fell into a faster rhythm and pushed her up the wall with each powerful thrust.

She gripped his hair and moaned into his mouth, their tongues wrestling sensually while he pounded her as if it was the last thing he would do on this earth. His grunts were swallowed by her kiss, and soon he felt light-headed and dizzy, but kept ramming his cock into her hard and fast, her legs trembling and pressing against his sides as her feet dug into his lower back.

Eventually she broke the kiss and thrashed her head back, a loud cry of pleasure erupting from her throat as her muscles contracted around him, gripping him so tightly he was barely able to keep moving, but he forced through, fucking her roughly through her release.

Her body shuddered in his embrace as she leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck, her entire weight now off the wall and on him, and he leaned one hand against the wall to keep himself upright, as he held her with the other, his hips snapping upwards into her with a force that surprised himself. Groaning and grunting, he pushed through, letting her walls milk him more and more, yet he was determined to bring her even higher.

The hand on her arse moved lower and teased against her other hole. He felt her squirming against him and a loud whimper escaping her as he pushed a finger past the tight ring of muscles and held it there, feeling her clenching around it, while he kept ravishing her pussy with forceful thrusts. The extra stimulation made her spasm against him, and he had trouble standing under her weight and convulsions.

Somehow he managed to turn around and lean against the wall himself, his own noises bleeding into hers as she came undone around him once more, her juices flowing freely around his cock and squirting against his balls. He steadied himself and brought his gaze up, seeing the castle looming in front of him, with all those windows looking towards the Quidditch Pitch. The idea of anyone being able to see them like this was exhilarating and made him move faster against her. He even pushed his finger deeper into her tight little hole.

She wailed at the sensation and held onto him desperately, burying her face in his shoulder, her noises so sweet and innocent in his ears, those tiny whimpers and moans and heavy breaths that he had committed to memory long ago. If there was only one sound he could hear for the rest of his life and nothing else, he would always choose the moment she would climax against him, when her voice was softest, the most vulnerable, when she was dependent on his grip on her and melted into him like she was truly a part of him.

He made her come one more time, with his hips snapping against her as he fucked her open, his cock moving easily in and out, his rapid rhythm quickly pushing her over the edge as her body tensed around him, and when her pussy gripped his length from tip to base, he let out a loud grunt and stilled within her, feeling his balls shuddering as he released his seed into her womb once more.

She whimpered quietly into his ear as she held onto him, her muscles contracting around his cock and his finger, and despite the exhausting twitches of his body as he emptied himself inside her, he kept poking at her hole, eager to coax more noises out of her. She complied, writhing slightly, her tight entrance slowly stretching as he pushed deeper until he was knuckles deep, and she moaned hoarsely.

“Do you like that?” he breathed heavily against her. “Do you like me claiming all of your holes?”

She let out a strained grunt as he slipped his finger out and pushed in two now, stretching her even more. “Mhmm,” she made, obviously trying to hold down her noises at the unknown sensation.

“What was that?” he asked harshly, bringing his lips to her ear before biting down on her earlobe roughly.

Another grunt escaped her. “Y-yes...” she whimpered breathlessly.

“Say it,” he demanded, his fingers moving in and out of her arse quicker now, while his cock still twitched inside her pussy, already hardening all over again under the feeling of her tightness.

“I-I... I want... I like... ah...” She was really struggling against his ministrations, squirming against his body as her thighs pressed hard against his waist. “My... my holes... are yours...” she managed to croak out eventually, and he smirked darkly, his breaths shallow once more.

“Would you like to have my cock in that tight hole? Right now?” he whispered into her ear, a shudder rushing through her.

When she nodded, his heart fluttered in excitement, and even though he wanted to tease her more, the growing anticipation got to him first, and he slipped his fingers out of her and grabbed her waist to slowly pull her off him. Her legs loosened around him, and she watched him with her lips parted and her cheeks flushed deeply.

He carried her towards one of the benches and sat her down gently before he looked at her for a moment with his heart beating faster and his cock twitching eagerly, ready to explore yet another part of her body.

“Turn around,” he told her almost breathlessly. She nodded and stood, turning around until she straddled the bench with her back to him. “Lie down,” he continued, one hand around his hard length as he watched her with his mouth running dry from the sight alone.

She leaned forwards and pressed her chest to the wooden bench before she crossed her arms in front of her and rested her cheek on them, her arse still in the air, her skirt pushed up all the way to reveal the entirety of her backside, from the small clenching hole to her quivering cunt, her wetness and his seed seeping past her folds.

He had never seen anything more arousing.

Stepping closer on shaking legs, he put his hands on her curves and gently caressed her soft flesh while he manoeuvred his cock between her legs, teasingly moving it against her inner thighs, letting their combined juices drip onto him. His attention went back to the tight ring of muscles, and he inhaled deeply to keep himself from ramming into her immediately, wanting nothing more than to ravish her arse so she'd feel his intrusion weeks from now.

But he stopped himself, never wanting to hurt her despite all the deranged things he made her do. So he fumbled his wand out of his pocket and pressed the tip against her skin, easing her muscles and letting a soft stream of water rush down and past her agitated skin. She moaned softly under the sensation. Pocketing his wand, he moved his index finger closer and slipped it into her slowly, moving it in tantalizing circles to stretch her properly.

She writhed beneath him, and he felt her wetness increasing as his cock bounced excitedly against her folds. He grabbed it with his free hand and swiped it through her slick, thoroughly coating himself before he brought his tip to her other hole. Removing his finger with a wet pop, he quickly pushed his cock against it, and while he inched it deeper into the tight space, feeling the grip her muscles had on him, he moved his free hand down to rub it over her swollen pussy.

Another moan escaped her, and he felt her shuddering as she battled both the stimulation of his hand and the unknown pressure of his intrusion. A whimper ripped from her when he managed to push his tip into her arse, the tightness almost too much for him, let alone for her, but he kept going slowly, his breaths tense as he felt her muscles protesting against him. He groaned deeply while she whimpered, and to make things easier for both of them, or so he hoped, he gritted his teeth and pushed in all the way with a single snap of his hips, forcing his way deeper until his balls slapped against her folds.

She cried out, her noises muffled as she bit down on her arm, quiet sobs emerging from her as he filled her tight arse with his girthy cock. His grunt was equally pained. “You're so fucking tight,” he breathed with a strain to his voice, and he had to lean his hands on her hips to gather himself for a moment.

Her legs gave way then, and she almost slipped down and away from him if it wasn't for his grip. Brought back to his senses slightly, he stepped closer and grabbed her legs to pull them up on the bench behind her, making her stretch out until she lay on her stomach while he straddled her thighs and pulled her hips up slightly as he sank deeper into her arse, the prone position making her even tighter. Yet it was all he ever wanted, buried in her warmth, held snug by her muscles, so closely connected everything around him ceased to exist.

It was just him and her. And the approaching footsteps, but none of them registered them just yet.

He carefully sat down on her legs now, smirking to himself as he realised he was riding her now. She groaned under his weight and his cock sinking even deeper, but she only buried her face in her arms and let it happen – because she was his good girl, and he knew she would never deny him.

His hands moved to her shoulders, his fingers hooking around them lightly before they moved down her back and traced the arch of her spine back up to the curve of her rear where he slipped his hands underneath her skirt to push it back up, exposing her rosy cheeks to him. They became even rosier when he started smacking his flat hand to them, and she squeaked and cried out every time, squirming beneath him, her muscles tightening around his cock with each writhing of her body.

Once he was happy with how red her arse was, he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him a little more before he started moving his hips against her, slightly squatting above her to get better leverage. Rocking her back and forth on the bench, he fell into a steady rhythm of pulling back and pushing back in, each movement of his cock against her tight muscles coaxing these deep whimpers out of her. He felt his thighs burning under the exertion, but he kept going, the tight squeeze of her arse around him quickly pushing him towards the edge.

And as much as he fought to not fall over it, he couldn't help it. His balls tightened and his thrusts became rougher, and with a loud groan he rammed his length all the way into her as his seed pushed out of him with a force he had never experienced before. She wailed loudly, her muscles contracting around him, milking every last drop of cum out of his painfully twitching cock while he shuddered against her, the grip on her waist so tight he was sure to leave bruises on her soft skin.

Eventually he folded, quite literally as he leaned forwards and rested his entire body on hers while exhaustion made his head spin. She groaned, but didn't protest much. She probably couldn't with how he pushed all the air out of her lungs like this. He just wanted a short moment to relax on top of her, and he knew she could handle it. Breathing heavily against her ear, making strands of her hair fly, he cradled his arms around her head before kissing her cheek and leaning back up, and she immediately took several deep breaths.

Rolling his shoulders he remained sitting on her thighs, his cock buried deep within her arse, as he took a look around and let his eyes wander once more over the impressive sight of the castle nearby, and all its windows.

But in the end it wasn't someone looking out of the window, having to imagine what the two tiny specks on the stands of the Quidditch Pitch were doing, but someone who got a much better view. A strained gasp made Sebastian look up, and for a moment he froze when he noticed the flushed looking first-year staring at them, only a few metres away, arm still outstretched to retrieve a scarf that had fallen to the floor.

Beneath him, the girl he was buried in looked up as well and squirmed immediately against him before she hid her face in her arms again, cursing under her breath.

“Hey kid, move along,” the older boy told the still staring child. “Nothing to see here.”

His rough voice made the younger boy flinch and he quickly turned around and ran away. Sebastian chuckled darkly. “Traumatised another first-year,” he mused, his entire body shaking under the tremors of his deep laugh. She writhed beneath him and groaned.

“Don't sound so proud about it,” she whispered hoarsely.

“But I am!” he said and sighed deeply, still laughing slightly. “Also, for all he knew, I could have given you a much needed back massage.”

“Sure, with your cock buried in my bum,” she hissed, but chuckled too.

He looked down then and raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. His cock was indeed buried within her, out of sight, and the rest of him was covered by his loose shirt. “Well, not sure he understood what exactly happened here. He might have seen your red arse cheeks though.”

She let out an exasperated grunt. “Brilliant...”

“Hey, don't worry. At least it wasn't your pussy, just your pretty bum!” he said and slapped her tender cheek once more for good measure, coaxing a soft cry out of her throat. He caressed her irritated flesh then, his palms rubbing over the red skin softly. “Besides, it's not like this was the first time, right?” he added darkly, remembering the incident in the Prefects' Bathroom and how her plump arse had floated in the water for everyone to see who entered the room.

She scoffed and mumbled something under her breath. He only smirked and shook his head, before he grabbed her waist again and pushed himself up, slowly pulling his length out of her tight space. Another whimper escaped her and he gritted his teeth as well, but once he was out, a few last drops of cum dripping from his tip, he stepped back and, ignoring her protests, forced her legs apart, wanting to see the impact of his intrusion.

Her hole was gaping slightly and his thick seed seeped out of her in small lumps, with every clench of her muscles, the sight making his head spin all over again. It dripped down eventually and joined the cum caked to her pussy and thighs. He inhaled sharply and moved a hand through his hair, overwhelmed by what he saw.

“You look so good right now,” he whispered breathlessly. She squirmed on the bench, unconsciously or not wriggling her reddened cheeks at him, and he felt his spent cock twitching all over again. “You always look so good... and I have no idea how I can make it through the day without having you pinned to the wall every few metres. You drive me insane, woman...” he added under his breath, and upon hearing his words, she rolled onto her side and smirked up at him, her face flushed and her eyes a little puffy.

When she stood up on trembling legs, he quickly grabbed her in support, holding her elbows as she placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him. “Let's be crazy together then,” she whispered and leaned up on her toes. He tilted his chin down and met her swollen lips. He tasted copper when he kissed her softly, wondering if she had bitten her lip too forcefully when he had impaled her cute little arse.

“Did it hurt?” he asked quietly after a lasting and surprisingly chaste kiss.

She nodded and licked her lips, her tongue brushing against him as well.

“Would you do it again?” His voice was hoarse, and he dreaded her answer for a moment. But then she confirmed something he had always known: she would do anything for him.

“Yes,” she whispered and pressed her raw lips to his once more, eagerly pushing her tongue into his mouth. He stood there, holding her, watching her, moving his tongue with hers, while something warm flooded his stomach.

He smiled against her and moved his hands down her curves to cup her warm arse cheeks. She whimpered slightly, but quickly complied as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up at the same time as he lifted her into his arms. Her legs moved back around his waist.

“Right now?” she asked with her eyes widening slightly as he carried her towards yet another part of the stands.

“We're still nowhere near the middle of the Pitch, aren't we?” he teased and winked at her, and despite the exhausted groan escaping her, she held his gaze and smiled back almost shyly, but he didn't miss the mischievous spark in her eyes.

“Let's traumatise some more first-years then, eh?” she laughed, and he chuckled in return, leaning down to kiss her quickly, knowing fully well that he had corrupted her completely, not just by claiming all her holes, but by planting even more perverted ideas into her pretty head.

He might have finally found a kindred spirit, an equal in his perverted endeavours, and he couldn't be happier about it. The twitch of his cock against her arse was just one telltale sign for that.

End notes: And thus we complete the (un)holy trinity: oral (It belongs to me), vaginal (Mine!) and now anal (this one). Didn't plan it out like that, but this is how things work sometimes.

No mention of any Horny Ghost this time, but there is still another spicy idea in the back of my mind, so we'll see when that will come to pass.

Also, uh, I do feel sorry for that poor kid catching them in the act (or after), but if we learned anything from being a student at Hogwarts than that trauma(tm) is part of the education.

Thanks for reading!

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