#just a quickie (in every sense of the word)

[elryuse]

WANT YOU BACK

WINTER X MALE READER

Tags : Possessive EX GF Winter, Pregnancy, Cheating, Teasing, Creampie, Quickie

Winter choked back a sob, the smoky jazz club blurring into a canvas of swirling lights and pounding bass. Across the crowded dance floor, Y/n's laughter echoed, a sound that once brought sunshine into her days and now felt like a cruel taunt. He was happy. Genuinely, radiantly happy with his new girlfriend, Karina – a vision of effortless beauty draped on his arm.

Regret gnawed at Winter's insides, a ravenous beast that had been growing stronger with every passing day. A year ago, Y/n had been her world. The kindest, most patient boyfriend a girl could ask for. But Winter, fueled by a twisted yearning for excitement and the allure of a "bad boy" fantasy, had thrown it all away. Now, the sight of his happiness with someone else ignited a firestorm of jealousy and a terrifying realization: what if she'd lost him forever?

Panic clawed at her. She couldn't lose Y/n. Not entirely. A twisted plan, fueled by possessiveness and a warped sense of entitlement, began to take shape in her mind. She would get him back, even if it meant manipulation and control.

Excusing herself from her date, Winter weaved through the throng of dancing bodies, her eyes fixated on Y/n. As she approached, she noticed a flicker of surprise followed by a cautious warmth in his eyes.

"Winter??" he greeted, his voice laced with a hint of apprehension. Karina, sensing the tension, shot her a withering look.

"C-can I talk for a minute… alone?" Winter purred, her voice dripping with forced vulnerability.

Y/n hesitated, his gaze flitting between Winter and Karina. Karina rolled her eyes and reluctantly excused herself. Winter led Y/n to a secluded corner, excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

"I-i shouldn't have done what I did Y/n, " she began, her voice trembling slightly. A performance worthy of an Oscar. "You were the best thing that ever happened to my life, A-and I threw it all away."

Y/n, ever the believer in second chances, looked at her with a mixture of empathy and residual hurt. "W-winter," he started, his voice gentle. "Karina and I—"

"I know," she cut him off, tears welling up in her eyes. "But maybe… just maybe.." she trailed off, letting the unspoken suggestion hang heavy in the air.

Y/n sighed, torn between his loyalty to Karina and his lingering emotions for Winter. "Winter, we can't just—"

Winter leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper. "Just one night, Y/n. Let me show you what I've been missing. What you've been missing."

Her words, laced with a desperate yearning, struck a chord in Y/n. Memories flooded back - stolen kisses, whispered secrets, the warmth of her hand in his. He couldn't deny the lingering feelings, the pull of a familiarity that resonated deep within him.

In the dimly lit corner, away from the prying eyes of the club, they fell into each other's arms. The kiss ignited a spark within them, a wildfire fueled by pent-up emotions and unspoken desires. It was a desperate kiss, raw and hungry, like two drowning souls clinging to a lifeline. "I knew you wanted it..". Winter whispers, Her voice desperate of affection.

Winter's touch was a stark contrast to the carefree affection Karina so readily bestowed upon Y/n. Her fingers dug into his back, a possessive hold that sent shivers down his spine. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as their lips met in a frenzied dance. "Fuck Me Y/n.. Fuck me..". Winter begged, as she began to undress.

"W-winter s-slow down". The air crackled with electricity. Winter's eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, flickered with a possessiveness that made Y/n's breath hitch. There was a hunger in her gaze, a desperate need for control that sent a shiver down his spine. This wasn't the sweet affection they once shared; it was a darkness that both terrified and enticed him. "Cum... Cum inside me... Stay with me like this.. Please..". Winter begged, as finally Y/n released strings of his cum deep inside her womb.

As they stumbled back, breathless and flushed, a sense of foreboding settled over Y/n. There was a possessiveness in Winter's behavior that hadn't been there before. He knew this stolen night was no reconciliation, but a twisted game he was being drawn into against his better judgment.

Winter's eyes gleamed with a predatory glint. "This feels like coming home," she whispered, her voice husky with desire before she kissed him once again.

But in the pit of Y/n's stomach, a chilling premonition bloomed. He wasn't sure he was coming home, but rather entering a dark labyrinth, lured back by a love that had turned possessive and manipulative.

Winter cradled the positive pregnancy test in her hand, her emotions a tangled mess. Relief warred with a horrifying sense of manipulation. This wasn't the happy reunion she'd envisioned. This was a twisted trap sprung on Y/n.

The stolen night in the club had been fuelled by desperation, not love. It had served its purpose, though. Winter had him back, tethered to her by an invisible chain: the baby growing within her.

The next morning, she played the heartbroken victim. Tears streamed down her face as she confessed to Y/n about the test. "We can't pretend this didn't happen," she cried, knowing full well he wouldn't abandon a child.

Y/n, ever the good guy, fell into the trap. He felt responsible, obligated. But every visit to Winter's apartment felt like a descent into a suffocating prison. Her possessiveness escalated with each passing day.

"You can't see Karina anymore," Winter declared one evening, her voice laced with a chilling finality. Y/n protested, reminding her of Karina's innocence in all this. "This is between us, Y/n," Winter hissed, a manic glint in her eyes. "You're mine now."

He tried to explain the situation to Karina, but guilt choked his words. In the end, the confused silence and strained distance became too much for her to bear. She broke up with him, heartbroken and bewildered.

Winter celebrated this "victory" with a chilling smile. Y/n was now truly hers, isolated and trapped. She used the pregnancy as a weapon, a constant reminder of his supposed transgression. "Every scan, every milestone," she'd say, her voice dripping with faux sweetness, "a reminder of what we had."

Yet, with each passing week, the facade of happiness wore thin. Winter felt a growing resentment towards the child, a constant reminder of her deceit. But most of all, she resented Y/n. His forced presence, his hollow attempts at conversation, only amplified the emptiness within her.

One night, as Y/n sat awkwardly on the couch, Winter launched into a tirade. "You don't love me! You never did!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face. "Y-you just feel sorry for me!"

Y/n, worn down by the constant emotional abuse, snapped. "I do care about you, Winter," he said, his voice tired. "But I can't love someone who holds me hostage with threats and guilt."

His words hung in the air, heavy and final. Winter recoiled, a flicker of fear replacing the anger in her eyes. She might have trapped him physically, but emotionally, she'd pushed him to the edge.

The flicker of fear in Winter's eyes was fleeting, replaced by a cold glint that sent shivers down Y/n's spine. He'd seen that look before, in the dimly lit corner of the club – the predator assessing its prey.

"Hostage?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with a terrifying calmness. "I gave you a chance, Y/n. A chance to be a family. Maybe you don't love me, but you'll learn."

Her next words were a chilling whisper. "Besides, where would you go? Do you really think Karina would take you back after this?"

Y/n's stomach churned. She was right. Shame choked him, muting any further protest. Winter sensed his resignation and a victorious smile curled her lips. This was where the game truly began.

The following weeks were a whirlwind of doctor's appointments, baby preparations, and a suffocating sense of control. Winter micromanaged everything, making Y/n feel like a visitor in his own life. His attempts at connecting with the child felt staged, a constant performance under Winter's watchful eye.

Yet, a strange sense of normalcy settled in. Winter stopped mentioning Karina entirely, reveling in the fact that Y/n was trapped. Slowly, she started subtly chipping away at his support system. A "forgotten" work call from Y/n that turned into a week-long business trip. A "sudden illness" that kept his friends from visiting.

Y/n, worn down by the constant emotional manipulation and guilt trips, barely noticed the isolation. He became a ghost in his own life, existing only to fulfill his "duties" as a father and a reluctant partner.

Years passed. Winter birthed two more children, each arrival a twisted celebration of her victory. Y/n remained a shell of his former self, a ghost trapped in a gilded cage of her own making. Winter, however, thrived. Her possessiveness had morphed into a twisted sense of ownership. Y/n belonged to her now, a trophy on her emotional shelf.

One cold evening, as the older children played in the living room, Winter snuggled close to Y/n on the couch. "See?" she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction. "We have a family now. Just like what you always wanted."

Y/n's eyes, devoid of their former warmth, met hers. There was no love in them, no regret, no longing. The years of manipulation had hollowed him out. He was simply a shadow, a reminder of the love she'd destroyed and the life they could have had.

A cold smile settled on Winter's face. In her twisted mind, this was their happy ending. Her ultimate victory. She had Y/n, and that was all that mattered. The love she'd craved, the genuine connection, was a forgotten casualty in her war for control. Winter had built her prison, bricked with manipulation and guilt, and in the process, had become as trapped as the man she held captive.

#aespa winter #winter #kim minjeong #minjeong x reader #aespa minjeong #possessive #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #x male reader #beautiful #sexy content #yandere #update #kpop smut #aespa smut #winter smut #apreciation post

[hellisharchive]

Hiii!!! I was wondering if you can do headcanons of what kinky/perv stuff that hazbin men (alastor, Lucifer, husk, Adam, val, etc) often do?

Plus I love your Adam fics!/headcanons

Have good day :3

・﹒・ perversions of the soul

Warnings: 18+, sexual scenarios, sexual comments

Pairings: [Separate] Lucifer, Adam, Val, Vox, and Saint Peter [Yall know I couldn't NOT include him, right?]

Notes: Hi, thank you for requesting! Because I don't write for Husk or Alastor won't include them, but I'll include the others! It's purely because I don't know how to write them in this way! I hope that's ok! :D

﹒Lucifer﹒

・He is a thighs man, he will stare at your thighs for hours if you let him. You've caught him so many times looking at your thighs and every time you lightly slap him on the shoulder because you know all he's thinking about is shoving his face in between them.

・He loves to whisper dirty nothings into your ear to make you flustered in public, he lives for your reactions and red face as you try to remain calm. Just seeing your reactions and you slowly growing horny is enough to make him hard alone.

・While that man can fuck good- he revels in giving oral sex to you whenever he can. He loves eating you out and sucking on you until you're cumming over and over again. He thinks you taste absolutely delicious and can't get enough of you. He's cum-drunk in all sense of the word.

﹒Adam﹒

・This man isn't as kinky as you would originally think- but still explores sexually occasionally. However, if you got boobs, he will never get enough of them, and will motorboat them even if Lute is around. If you got a dick, best be ready for random crotch feel-ups at any given moment. If you don't have either/or- he will grab and pinch your ass and even smack it until its red.

・He is big into you moaning, really big into it. It gets him off so easily, one little moan and he's at full mast. His main goal in bed is making you moan as loud as possible and when you do- well, expect to be getting a creampie.

・Loves fangirls/fanguys and if you love him in his band before even personally knowing him, one stop to being given a...private show. He lives to see you get excited for his band and looking down at you from his stage, gives him the biggest serotonin rush (and another kind of rush) that slowly builds up over the course of the night as he gets sweaty and out of breath.

・Valentino・

・Let's be real- what kinks doesn't this man have? There's many to chose from, but if I had to pick one- you being weak and powerless under him is one of his favorites. Watching you be completely at his disposal for any reason is a big yes to him.

・Degredation is another one, oh boy, he loves making you feel like shit at any chance possible. He will tell you that you're a whore, a dirty slut, only good for being fucked by him and him alone.

・He is possesive to the upmost degree and always makes sure to leave his marks all over you so others know that you are his. He always makes sure to parade you around the tower with you by his side so everyone knows not to fuck with you- messing with you or trying to fuck you.

・Semi-public sex is his go-to when he needs a quickie, he loves fucking you in spaces where anyone can walk in and see you two going at it. He doesn't care who sees his body, he thinks it's hot as fuck and makes him even harder inside you if he hears someone walking by.

﹒Vox﹒

・Biggest perv imaginable. Will watch you fuck yourself silly with toys even if he's just a room away. He never stops watching you, and I mean never. He always has to keep a close eye on you to make sure you don't fuck anyone else like Val or some ramdon schmuck off the street.

・Just like Val- he is extremely possessive of what's his and makes it known. He doesn't display it publicly with you around as to not scare you off, but he makes sure every single person in the tower knows not to even touch you.

・He loves getting his dick sucked above everything else, he loves the feeling of your pretty little lips wrapped around his cock swallowing all his cum down your throat. He loves to see you cry as you try to fit it all down, enjoys wiping them away and telling you that you're doing a good job.

﹒Saint Peter﹒

・That man is as innocent as can be what kinks could be possibly have? Well, he has a dirty little secret- one day he discovered that he got hard seeing you with ice cream all over your mouth and imagined it was cum. Naughty I know! Ever since he has not been able to let that thought go and guiltily imagines you sucking on his...

・He always offers you ice cream just to watch you smother it all over your mouth as you eat it and he always acts nervous around you because he oh so badly wants to make his dirty fantasies real. But he can't just avoid you! You always ask why he likes ice cream so much and he simply says that it just tastes good.

・He also would never admit that just you showing attention to him can get him riled up since almost every person that had crossed the gate never payed much attention to him. So when you showed interest in getting to know him and eventually dating him- he was down bad and it makes him act up a little.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #lucifer x reader #vox x reader #saint peter x reader #valentino x reader #saint peter #valentino #vox #lucifer morningstar #adam #lucifer morningstar x reader

[smutoperator]

Breakfast at Jennie's

Kim Jennie x Male Reader

Tags: anal, carry fucking, celebrity, CFNM, creampie, cum drinking, edging, kitchen sex, morning sex, nymphomaniac, pantyless, "quickie", sexting, twerking

Word count: 4015.

Sex. This is always the first word Jennie thinks of when she wakes up every morning. A proud nymphomanic, Jennie keeps a full catalog of every single fuck she has ever had. There are many collectors out there, and Jennie is one of them. Her collection is made of cocks of multiple sizes, shapes, and colors that had the honor to penetrate her slutty holes.

At the luxury condo where she lives, Jennie keeps track of every elegible man to fuck her. From the bratty 18-year-old heir all the way up to septuagenarian retirees. Every time a new man moves in, she finds out and greets them with a special text message: a picture of either her pussy or ass with an invitation to come to her apartment for some morning sex. She gives them 15 minutes to answer before the picture is automatically deleted.

As a new resident of Jennie's condo, you were greeted with this invitation with a picture of her pussy before you could even finish setting your furniture up. But you thought it was just one of those porn spams that proliferate these days. The second day, you got another picture, this time of her asshole. Once again, you didn't answer. But you noticed that the house number was the same on both messages: 1601. You checked it, and indeed, there was a house with this number in the condo.

It took a few more days before Jennie sent another text of her intimate parts to you, but when she did, it was quite a naughty one, as she spread both her fuckholes for you to see the insides of her pink cunt and anus. "15 minutes, I'm waiting," she was very direct this time. You had just woken up, meaning you were just wearing your undershorts and hadn't even had your breakfast, and her villa was on the other side of the condo, but you still drove like a madman to meet her deadline, landing at the door of her house just in time.

You knocked at the door but heard no answer. Maybe the house was real, but it was just a prank. For a second, you thought of going back to your car before any guard could spot a man wearing just his undies on a cold day at the house of one of the most famous celebrities in Korea. However, as you put your hands on the handle, you found out the door was open all the time.

Jennie's house was very spacious. She was clearly way out of your league. You might be wealthy enough to live in UN Village, but her living room was the same size as your apartment. You walked around four rooms and three bathrooms and didn't find anybody, once again having second thoughts. It was only at your final guess, guided by the smells coming out of the kitchen, that you finally found a dark-haired woman wearing an oversized Calvin Klein shirt and drinking hot chocolate.

"You're late." Jennie reprimanded you. "For much less, I sent guys packing. My time is precious, especially at this new phase of my life," she said. Jennie was indeed very busy, learning the grits and grinds of running a record label all by herself after her recent departure from YG Entertainment. "But I'll make an exception for you; I see you just moved in and are also still patching things around in your new life," she said, looking at your underwear the whole time.

"I think we still have time for a quickie, but I won't take my clothes off," she said, setting the rules. "Sure, even if it's only 10 minutes, I'm fine with this. Your house, your rules," you replied to her.

Jennie didn't waste any time, as she was already behind schedule. Sensing your cock still wasn't ready, she grinded her ass against your clothed shaft. You could see her cheeks popping out, and she was wearing nothing under her shirt. You answered her moves, humping your fabric against Jennie's perfect pussy and sensing your cock get harder at each slow thrust of your pretending to passionately fuck her. You then reached under her shirts to grab her tits and followed it with a few spankings of her sexy ass, much to her enjoyment.

Jennie sensually licked your torso, then got on her knees and set her sights on the monster bulging under your underwear. You helped her and took your underwear off by yourself as your cock sprung out all the way into touching Jennie's nose. She looked extremely tiny from that spot, as her head didn't even reach over your hips. Jennie gave your tip a soft suck before jerking your cock as hard as she could, blowing your pipe off as her right hand ran all over your shaft while her left hand landed in your balls.

You wondered if Jennie just wanted to suck your cock for 5 minutes and let you go after you cum. She did that many times to guys who couldn't handle the power of her blowjob. It was all a test to see if you could take further leaps. Jennie put her nails in your crotch and started sucking your pole with no hands, leading to your first hard groan. That move has finished many guys over her 7-year career, and she has mastered it to a top-level degree. The way she throated a cock with ease had you on your knees, but you knew you couldn't literally blow this opportunity.

But her blowjob was tough to resist—ball touching, shaft stimulation, tip sucking—it seemed like she knew all the right spots. Indeed, you were just one of the countless cocks she has faced. As Jennie moved down to your balls, you looked at your tip, already fully red, wondering how you hadn't dropped a fountain of cum all over the kitchen's floor yet. And she wasn't going to stop. Recognizing it, Jennie blew some hot air right at your throbbing spot. It had barely been two minutes of her sucking you off, but it felt like she had been there for two hours. She was truly hungry for some long, big sausage for breakfast.

Jennie still hadn't stopped sucking your cock; you just groaned and stood on the edge, waiting for her torture to be over. You were conflicted; maybe you should just shoot all over her mouth and move on to something else. She licked, jerked, mopped, and, most of all, sucked your hard prick like she wanted to give you a heart attack. "Stop," you murmured, but she didn't hear a peep, instead shoving your tip to bulge under her cheeks and deepthroating your shaft using no hands, then slapping it under her clothed chest before giving your cock some kisses and resuming with her fast-paced sucking.

You barely survived Jennie's five-minute-long cock-sucking barrage. Your eyes brightened when she said those words: "Wanna fuck me?" as Jennie spread her right leg and placed it at the kitchen's sink, her holes just peeking under her shirt. You had 5 minutes at most, so you had to enjoy every second of it, sticking your cock in her tight vaginal entrance shortly after. Jennie pushed her right leg in your direction and let you grab her by her right thigh, making your cock point vertically towards her pussy to reach deeper inside it.

Jennie's tight pussy offered a lot of resistance to your shaft. No matter how many such sessions she had, she always managed to keep her holes tight with plenty of exercise. You had to grab her lower thigh instead, but so far only your tip has managed to dive under her massive clitorial hood. Your penetrations were somewhat shallow, but lucky for you, they seemed to have hit the right spots, unless she was faking those out-of-breath moans she started to give after a few adjustments you made to penetrate her cunt.

You made sure to sense how she felt as you suddenly penetrated her deeper, making Jennie squeal for the first time. She firmly held her small body against the sink, giving you a naughty stare as your cock finally managed to fully stretch her out, taking advantage to lift her leg even higher and grab her by the waist. You could finally get a view of her throbbing clit and you hadn't even touched it due to the inconvenience of her shirt; instead, it was Jennie who took advantage of her clit being more accessible to finger herself. "Give it to me, baby," she said in a sexy voice while running her tongue all over her lips.

Jennie held herself by your neck, while her elbow was the only thing keeping her still tied to the sink, making her little, fragile body ache. In spite of that, you showed no signs of slowing down, giving her short but very deep pumps in her slit. You firmly gripped Jennie's slim waist, giving her faster and deeper poundings each time. She switched positions, putting her legs back on the floor and clenching her pussy all over your shaft while doing so. Now you had both hands on her waist and only 3 minutes left, so it was time to hit hard with no worries.

You increased the speed with which you hammered Jennie's cunt, taking her fully under control as your right hand grabbed her waist while your left hand grabbed her neck. Jennie reached under her shirt and spread her ass cheeks a little to ease the pressure of your deep pumps hitting her cervix at full speed. Just as she did that, your balls clapped intensely against her cheeks, smashing her little fingers. You quickly found out that two hands on her waist was the way to go, as you were much stronger than her. She had no answer to your hard pumps except moaning and screaming like a slut.

Jennie stopped as she climbed on top of the sink, now facing you. You once again grabbed her right thigh, but this time she managed to push you closer by wrapping her left leg around your butt as you entered back into her pussy. Now you were the one putting Jennie literally on the edge, as her ass was about to fall from the sink before you pushed it up just in time. Jennie's pussy finally on full display to you makes you try even harder, as you can now fully see your throbbing monster bulge under her little trimmed bush. She's a master of moaning; her voice is so sexy, it makes you wonder if she could release a single just recording them and top the charts.

"Ah yes, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," she continues to moan as your cock stretches her fuckhole at a steady pace and your skin claps against her meaty clit. You hit Jennie as deep as you can before letting her climb down the sink. You assume your 10 minutes are over as Jennies goes back to kneeling to suck your meat and milk you dry in a minute or so. Using her no-hands sucking of your manhood, you brace yourself to blast in Jennie's mouth at any second. She places her hands on your thighs and then masturbates your shaft while muffling her moans under your balls. A fast jerking of your foreskin and her tongue running up and down your shaft have you on the edge of your seat once more. She kisses your tip and spits on your dick. You now have only one minute left, and try to hold on until the moment finally comes.

Jennie gives you a fast jerkoff while inserting your tip in her mouth. You know she's searching for that cum. She doesn't even try to hide anymore. You just feel satisfied if you fill her warm mouth with a hot and heavy dose of sperm at this point. 30 seconds left. More jerkoffs from Jennie. She slaps your tip on her tongue, then goes back to suck it deep. 10 seconds left. You just relax and close your eyes; whatever comes next will be enough for you. That's when Jennie surprises you with those words:

"I think you earned a few extra minutes," she says, putting her left knee on the kitchen table while her right knee is slightly lower on the bench. It takes a bit for you to regain strength from Jennie's almost deadly blowjob, as you start back with very slow pumps in her pussy, grabbing her by the hair as you manage to get halfway in, with her pussy tightening after those minutes without your cock inserted in it. As your cock finally disappears under her shirt, Jennie starts screaming harder. "AHHH. AHHH. AHHH. AHHH.." Her cheeks jiggle as she approves of your pounding. Then words that are about to send you to the heavens come from her mouth.

"Now I want you to fuck my ass," Jennie says as she closes her legs and plants both of them on the floor before spreading them back for your anal insertion. Jennie screams and gleefully licks her thumb as you insert your full length in her asshole, reaching under her shirt to masturbate herself. Your well-above-average girth was too much even for an experienced anal cocksleeve like Jennie, as she placed her hands on her ass to spread and ease up her butthole entrance. Your cock filled every inch of her anus, making her pant at each thrust.

"Oh, this feels good," Jennie says once the initial pain is gone. She's a quick learner and can adjust to any cock, enjoying your anal stretching to the fullest now. "Ahhhh, that's good!" Jennie screams of pleasure as your meat keeps drilling her asshole and establishes a consistent rhythm, not going super rough on her and just using your firm grip on her waist to your advantage when penetrating. She alternates sexy murmurs with more high-pitched screams as you advance inside her tight hole.

Jennie puts her legs fully over the table. The gape in her butthole is much wider now and makes for much easier penetration this time. You place both hands in her ass and softly push your cock, leading to more sexy noises from her. She licks her index finger and puts it in your mouth to suck. You go a little faster as your cock starts to fully disappear inside her anus, but even as you increase the speed, you're very passionate and try as much as possible not to hammer her just for the sake of it.

"Yes, just keep fucking my ass," Jennie approves. You once again increase the pace and hit her deeper as she pants and makes some cute little noises with her mouth barely open. Now it's your turn to shove your thumb on it as the tongues it. You ruin her lipstick and mark her neck with it as your thumb slides down. Your pace is very steady as you touch all of Jennie's erogenous zones, with a little grope of her tits under the shirt and some massaging of her neck as well.

You finally can't resist the urge to pound her asshole hard and fast, giving Jennie fast thursts that she enjoys a lot. "Yes, yes, please," she says as you finally clap her cheeks while performing anal on her. Jennie used the whole table as a support for her body and groans as your hard pounding finally arrives into her asshole, just like you did minutes before to her cunt. Clapping sounds keep coming out every time your hips touch her butt. Jennie screams harder as her butthole finally gets fully stretched out.

"YES. YES. YES," Jennie says, almost losing her voice as you take her by surprise with fast hammerings in her asshole. You now mold her rectum to the shape of your girthy manhood, making clap sounds in her ass that match with her perfect out-of-breath moans. "It feels so good to be fucked in the ass; I'll give you 10 extra minutes," Jennie says as you pull out of her.

Jennie gets on her knees and masturbates herself. She isn't lying. The last time one of her morning acquaintances got to have anal sex with her, she was still under YG. This was her first morning anal fuck as a self-made record label owner. She licks her chops and gives you a demand: "I want you to stick this cock in my ass until you cum," as she spreads her legs to sit in your thick man meat.

You weren't prepared for Jennie's fast ride on top of your dick as you grunt each time she reaches the base of it. You cling to her little tits, but that only makes her go harder. She might be small, but takes your big cock impaling her with ease. Your just like a veiny and meaty version of the big dildo she rides every day first thing in the morning.

After a few clashes with your hips, Jennie stops mid-air and starts fingering herself. You seize the opportunity to push your cock up her rectum. "Ohhh, yes, yes, yes, perfect," she loves when you do it. The harder you pound her, the more heat she puts in her clit while fingering it, and the higher she screams. "Just keep g..." She can't even finish the sentence as your cock and her finger team up perfectly to give her an insane orgasm.

Jennie's loud screams motivate you to fuck her harder; your cock is now taking full ownership of her asshole. You can't even barely see the results of your pounding, thanks to her shirt, but her screams are all you need to hear to keep doing what you're doing. "OH. OH. OH. OH,"  she keeps yelling as your impalement session shows no signs of slowing down—quite the opposite. Her stretched cunt muscles also expand as squirt starts coming out of her vagina with each pounding.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH," Jennie lets out a prolonged scream as your balls keep making a loud noise each time they smash her ass cheeks. She holds herself by the tip of her toes as each pounding now has her on the verge of collapsing. You suddenly stop and let her do the work now, as she bounces just as fast as your pumps. It ends up being a very smart decision, as Jennie tightens her anus around your thick prick and sends shivers all over the shaft of your dick. The rough pounding truly awakened her inner beast, as she now rides you like a maniac for a couple minutes.

"Carry me and fuck me hard," she demands, and you oblige, firmly grabbing her ass and lifting her tiny body. Your dick slides under her oversized shirt straight back to her pussy. "Just fuck my pussy nonst... AH, AH, AH, AH," once again she fails to finish a sentence as your cock hammers her hard. The cheek-clapping sounds at this position are the loudest so far, and you love being in full control and stetching Jennie's walls at full speed, turning her into a slut that only has one word in her vocabulary to speak. She attempts a little ride on your cock, but you are having none of it, just plowing her even harder after she tries it. "AH, YES, YES, YES, YES," is all she can say.

You want to relax a little after such an intense session and sit on the floor. "I think you earned this," Jennie says as she finally takes her shirt off and lets you see her naked body in full display. She sits her ass back on your boner, letting you see her little thong marks. Jennie twerks her little ass as you put just the tip inside her, giving you easy access to suck her tits as she tilts her body in your direction. Jennie may not have the biggest ass, but she knows how to twerk on a cock, spanking herself and turning her cheeks red while she bounces, letting out sexy moans at each slap.

You try to push up, but Jennie quickly shuts her tight hole down and smashes your shaft, moving upwards for more twerking. You grab her cheeks as she slowly opens up her butthole to your meat and increases the pace of her ride, flipping her hair while bouncing her ass straight into the base of your dick.

"Take it, stretech that ass," she commands as she gets her body close to yours, letting you do the work of attempting to drill her anus all the way deep. Her moans start to get out of breath once you pick up the speed. She starts dueling with your cock, twerking while you try to push it up her butthole. "Fuck my ass," she keeps demanding, urging you to rise to the challenge and impale her to the fullest.

You finally do, making your balls clap a lot against her cheeks as you groan at each thrust. You jackhammer Jennie and make her let out even sexier moans. You lift your body off the ground as much as you can, making Jennie's tiny body almost float in the air with each pump. "Ohhh, fuck," Jennie says as she starts panting, with you giving your maximum to fuck her now as she takes pounding after pounding from your massive meat.

Even though Jennie looks very tired, you ended up more exhausted than her, leaving room for her to restart twerking on your cock. As Jennie takes advantage of it, you just watch and let her be the star of the show, the it girl, the ace of morning sex. Jennie's rapid and shallow bounces end up being too much for you to handle, as you shoot ropes of semen all over her butthole as soon as she gives herself another spank that clenches her already tight anal walls to the point your cock can no longer resist.

Jennie turns her microwave on and starts preparing a little hot chocolate to heal herself after such a good fuck. As the chocolate finishes heating up, Jennie gets back to you and says, "I think it needs some milk.". She scoops the cum that fell onto your belly and farts the cum inside her asshole into a cup, adding it to the hot chocolate mug and mixing it up, drinking the whole thing in front of you. "So tasty, just like I wanted it," she says.

"I have to go now; I'm late to work, and I have a lot of business to do today. I'm starting a new life, so I'm very busy. I guess I'll have to take the helicopter to work," she said. Yes, Jennie was truly a celebrity beyond your league. You truly felt a little jealous but somewhat proud that you managed to cum inside the Jennie Kim's tight asshole as you dressed yourself up and took off, knowing you'd be at least an hour late to your work and face the worst of rush hour.

A few weeks passed by. Jennie did not contact you. Maybe she was indeed lying, and you were just a quickie to warm her up for a busy day. One day, as you were already on your way to work and on the verge of leaving the condo, a text message popped on your screen; it was from her, this time sending you a full-body shot of her naked with the caption. "Come to my house NOW".

You didn't hesitate, making a U-turn with your car and heading to Jennie's home. Her door was already open just waiting for you to come, as you find Jennie this time in her living room. In an inversion of the first time you two met, this time you had your full work attire on while she was wearing just her underwear.

"Do anything you want to me," she says, giving you the sign to come in her direction.

You're definitely not going to work today.

#jennie smut #blackpink smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #male reader smut

[pandoraslxna]

ok but w step bro! neteyam w/ “just the tip” 👀

Infected

Stepbro Neteyam x female omatikaya reader

Words: 2.9k

Summary: While on a hunt with your stepbrother Neteyam, he comes in contact with something that makes him act… strange.

Warnings: explicit smut, stepcest (means they’re not siblings related by blood, reader is adopted!), aged up characters, sex pollen, mild dub-con, dry humping, p in v, quickie, semi-public, creampie

Notes: gif made by the amazing @eclipseatsea <3 Anyways, I wrote this in one sitting wtf??🧍🏻‍♀️

Na‘vi translations:

Thanì - little star

Neteyam is hot. No, not that kind of hot— I mean yes, that kind too, but right now he feels hot. Feverish even.

His skin is glistening in a thin layer of sweat, breathing slightly uneven and rapid and eyes almost fully blown. The yellow of his iris has decreased into a thin ring around his pitch black pupils.

You hastily blurt the information of your stepbrothers condition into your throat comm, pacing back and forth in worry. Occasionally, you glance back at Neteyam, who was barely able to hold himself up on his feet, his back now resting against a tree trunk. Every time you looked at him over your shoulder, he seemed to slide further down the trunk, until he was finally sitting down on the ground. His eyes were still glued on you the whole time, following your every movement. You saw the way his nose scrunched and his ears laid flat against his head, his tail trashing against the ground behind his back and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought that he was still hunting.

"Sweetheart, listen", Jakes voice finally snapped you out of your thoughts, "That sounds like he’s been infected with something. Did you two touch or eat anything strange? Got stung by something?"

"No? I- I don’t know, dad, I really don’t", you sigh, "How much longer until you’re here?"

"Twenty… maybe thirty minutes." Not before the eclipse starts, you think, chewing on your bottom lip as the anxiety grows worse. "Make sure he doesn’t fall asleep until I’m there and try to get him some water."

"Yes, yes okay, alright." You nod, even though he couldn’t see it. "Please hurry."

"Breathe, don’t panic, babygirl. It’s going to be alright, I’m sure it’s nothing bad", your stepfather reassures you and the soothing tone in voice actually helps you calm down a bit. "Check him for any stings, wounds or other injuries, okay? And if you find anything, report it back to me."

"Yes, sir."

You tried to focus on that order, because if you were to think even for one second about anything else, you would’ve lost your composure once and for all. Immediately after the line went dead, you turn back to Neteyam. He’s still sitting there, silent, unmoving, just looking at you.

"Dad will be here soon", you mumble, more to comfort yourself than him, as you step closer. "He said I need to check you for injuries."

There’s the slightest movement, barely even a nod from Neteyam as you kneel down in front of him, giving you permission to touch him. With shaky fingers and your heart pounding inside your chest hard enough to break your ribs, you reach out for his hands. You feel his palms first, then his wrist, but nothing. Your hands move further up, checking his arms, shoulders, his chest. Your mouths feels dry, but again, you can’t find anything. Not even a splinter or the tiniest scratch. He seems completely fine. You would’ve thought that there was nothing wrong with him, if it wasn’t so obvious that there was clearly something very wrong with him.

It’s when you’re about to check his back, shuffling closer and leaning forward for a better view, that he suddenly pulls you by your wrists and makes you straddle his lap. The air around you both felt electrifying now, every one of your senses coming alive all at once. You gasped his name in surprise, your face turning bright red from the intimate position you found yourself in, with both of his arms encircled tightly around your middle.

It’s been a while since someone was last this close to you and you couldn’t help but notice every single inch of bare skin that was now touching yours. Your thighs on his, his arms around your middle, your hands on his chest—

But then Neteyam hisses through clenched teeth and buries his face in the crock of your neck and it immediately snaps you back to the fact that your stepbrother was sick. He was sick or injured or eywa knows what he was going through, but it seemingly caused him this much pain and distress, that he was seeking comfort in you.

Cause that’s what it was, right? That’s why he pulled you into his lap. Right?

"A-Are you in pain?"

What a stupid question, you thought, face scrunching up in embarrassment. Of course he was, you knew that already. But what else were you supposed to say to him? You just had to say something, because sitting in a position like this with someone you considered family and not saying anything would’ve made this even more awkward than it already was.

"Hmh", Neteyam only hums. His breath is warm against the skin of your throat, a constant reminder of how close he was to you like this.

"Where?"

Why did that even matter? Maybe you thought, hoped, that he could show you where, that he would point to somewhere and help you understand what was wrong with him.

Well, lucky for you, that’s exactly what he did. With his arms still wrapped around your middle, Neteyam pushed you down harder against his lap, his own hips rising just enough to grind his hard cock against your clothed cunt. "Right there", he groans lowly and in that moment, it felt like all the blood in your veins rushed straight to your head, making you feel dizzy with heat.

You don’t even know why, but instinctively, you try to push yourself off and away from him. Okay scratch that— you knew exactly why. It’s not that it didn’t feel good, it was the fact that it didn’t feel right. Neteyam was your stepbrother, someone you weren’t even supposed to touch like this! Whatever it was, that made him act the way he did, he surely wasn’t himself right now. He would’ve never… or would he?

You shake your head as if to shake the thoughts out of it, hands finding purchase on his shoulders and you attempt to lift yourself off of him again, but his arms hold you secured against him. "Stay. Please", Neteyam murmurs against your collarbone, "You make me feel better."

"I, uhm… I don’t think that’s a good ide—"

You’re interrupted by the sound of your own surprised squeak, when he suddenly lifts you up and quickly, probably a little too quick, lays you down against the ground with a thud. Your back was pressed against the soft grass now and his full body weight laid on top of you, his arms on either side of your head caging you in completely.

Your heart races, hammers against your ribs like a Fkio in a small cage. A new wave of heat spreads all over your body when Neteyam presses his nose against the skin of throat, inhaling as deep as his lungs could expand.

Your arousal and natural scent were so potent on his nose, it was making his mind hazy and his cock strained against his loincloth so tightly, he thought it would tear the fabric at any second. You were trying so hard to hide your own arousal, but he could smell you— could see your flushed face, hear your panting and feel how you tried to squeeze your thighs together, if it weren’t for his hips to be settled in between them.

Neteyam inhales again and his eyes flutter close. He does so, while he continues to grind his cock against your core. The outline of his length getting dragged over your folds and his tip bumping against your clothed clit makes you whimper softly, your noises only egging him on more.

"W-What are you doing?" Your voice is barely above a whisper. You sound so small and uncertain– uncertain if you could allow yourself to feel good, to enjoy this, despite the guilt of doing something so forbidden with him.

"I’m sorry. Feels better when i do that", Neteyam responds, burying his apologies into your skin, "Makes it hurt less." He doesn’t sound uncertain, or guilty for that matter. He sounds desperate, breathless. Like he’s holding himself back.

You could feel Neteyams tail wrap itself around your calf and his breath ghost over the shell of your ear, but then you shake your head and swallow thickly, like it pains you to say this, "You should… probably get off of me."

Not even a second passes, before you feel him grind himself between your thighs again, hard cock gliding over your most private parts, the fabric of your loincloths only adding further to the rough friction and you could feel the wetness pool right there, soaking the fabric.

"Sorry I just… I can’t think. Can’t stop." Neteyam whispers, sending a shiver throughout your entire body.

It was the truth. He had tried to downplay the effects so as not to worry you even more, but ever since he had accidentally inhaled that weird pink dust of this strange looking flower, the one he wanted to pick for you when you had your back turned to him, it had been hard to breath. His lungs, loins, skin, everything felt on fire.

The first touch of your hands on him, skin to skin, had felt like a mouthful of fresh water, cooling down his insides. The first relief he‘s had in hours.

But it still wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed you.

"It’s okay, i know you’re in pain but—"

You nearly moan, just barely managing to catch it before the sound leaves your throat, when he bumps against your clit again. The sounds he coaxed out of you made his blood boil inside his veins.

You had to remind yourself that this wasn’t supposed to feel good, that you were in the middle of the forest, that he was your stepbrother, that his father, your stepfather was on his way to your position, but eywa— eywa, does it feel good when he moves like this…

Neteyam growls into the crook of your neck, bucking his hips just a little harder against you, and it sounds strained, reflecting the state of his body perfectly. "Please, thanì, c‘mon. Fuck. Just the tip, please."

"Teyam, we… we shouldn’t. Dad– Dad will be here a-any minute now." It’s a weak attempt to try and reason him. You’re not even convinced to stop this yourself, if you were being completely honest with yourself. Biting your lip, you had to conceal another whimper from escaping, as he continues to hump you like he was experiencing his rut. At this point, you weren’t sure how much more you could take of this, without giving in to your desires— to his desires.

Neteyam should feel sick about this. He should feel sick about it, but all he could feel was the heat in his guts, the painful throbbing of his cock and the soft of your skin pressed tight against his body.

A warm breath tickles your throat once again, feeling Neteyam inhale and exhale deeply, nosing your skin as if he tried to imprint your scent on his nostrils.

"I‘ll be quick, I promise", he groans, "Eywa, you smell good, r-really good."

As his mouth wanders to your jawline, kissing and sucking, his forehead comes to rest against your cheek and you gasp. He’s burning, his skin feels like it’s been set aflame. This is worse than any fever, worse than any rut.

"O-Okay", you finally agree, all resolve shattering to pieces.

Neteyam moves quicker than you were expecting. One of his hands wedges itself between your bodies, hastily pulling your loincloth to the side, just enough to gain access where he needed to. There’s no time, it seems, no time to take it slow as he fumbles with his own loincloth, flicking the fabric up and out of the way, pulling his leaking cock out from under his coverings and lining himself up with your entrance. He really couldn't think anymore, not of any consequences, not with all the blood pounding through his angry cock, desperation clinging to his body, making his mind hazy and eyes half lidded.

When he pushes your legs up with his free hand, folding you nearly in half, you’re spread wide open for him to push inside, inch after inch. The stretch as he buries himself to the hilt drives every single thought, every worry, every ounce of guilt right out of your head. Neteyam moans, he moans loud and wanton and it’s a sound of relief followed by a deep groan rumbling in his chest.

You never imagined that there was so much space inside of you, but your stepbrother happily claimed all of it, every last bit.

Eywa help him if he doesn’t savor this, because he didn’t know the next time he’ll be able to do this again, if he was even ever allowed to. You’re warm and wet and soft and tight, so tight. Great mother, it felt like his mind was going into overdrive as he began to thrust into you.

His face was still buried into the space between your throat and shoulder and he didn’t plan on moving anytime soon. He’d stay like this forever if he could. Neteyam wants every single breath he takes to be filled with your scent from now on. Whatever it was, that made him act like this, it made him so painfully aware of how sweet his baby sister smelled. How good she tasted, when he ran his tongue over her pulse point and how incredible she felt, wrapped around his cock like a little sleeve made just for him.

"T-Teyam, f-fuck!", it’s a high-pitched whine, followed by a little punched out noise that doesn’t sound like anything that’s ever come out of your mouth before. His movements are jerky and rough, all for the purpose of chasing his own pleasure. The obscene squelching sound from him pounding into your pussy, mixed with streams of moans filled the air around you within seconds.

"Sorry, sorry, I’m— fuck, I’m sorry. You just feel so good, can’t slow down", Neteyam groans into your ear, his words being the complete opposite of his actions. The movement of his thrust are deep and fast, knocking the air from your lungs and causing your eyes to roll all the way back into your head. With the way he was hammering his cock into you, you could feel the mushroomy head of it kissing your cervix over and over again, pummeling against your g-spot on the way.

It’s okay, you want to say. You would, if you were still capable of forming any words on your tongue that weren’t just mewls and curses and brabbled nonsense.

Neteyam was surely aiming to fuck the very soul out of you like this. Your hands clawed at his back, nails digging into his skin and holding on for dear life as you felt your cunt turning into a gooey mess, thanks to the mixture of his pre-cum and your own slickness leaking out of you already.

"So good, feels so good, thanì", you hear him moan next to your ear, fangs grazing your skin as he licks and nibbles on your shoulder. "O-Oh fuck, you feel amazing. So wet and t-tight."

Between the thrill of being caught and Neteyams brutal pace, it didn’t take long for you to hit your peak. His cock expertly finds all the places you couldn’t reach yourself, all the spots that make pleasure curl your toes and starbursts explode behind your eyelids. Neteyam licks the sweat from your collarbones like it’s something to be savored, moaning at the feeling of you squeezing his cock like you were trying to milk him for all it’s worth.

"Teyam, Teyam I’m close, you’re gonna make me come!"

Right on cue, Neteyam hiked your leg up higher around his waist. The new angle allowed him even deeper access and you throw your head back at the new sensation. The second you felt his cock throb inside of you, your orgasm crashed down upon you like a sheet of ice– your legs squeezing around his waist, arms tightening around his neck so much that he had trouble breathing. But that didn’t stop him from fucking you like it was the only thing you were made for.

"Gonna.. haa fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you."

Neteyam feels his orgasm building like he’s been waiting for it for years, like someone had edged him, like he hasn’t had a release in forever and then it hits him like it never has before.

"Take it, shit, just take it, take my cum!"

He squeezes his eyes shut, biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood, because if he didn’t, he would’ve latched onto your shoulder like a palulukan into its prey. His hips stutter, abs tensing and then he slams into you as deep as he could go, groaning your name as rope after rope of his cum fills you.

And then, the heat inside of him was gone.

As the last droplet of his seed was successfully pumped into you, Neteyam finally felt his head clear up and he came back to himself. The both of you stayed like that for just a moment, with him panting into your neck, both of you trying not to think about what you had just done.

When Neteyam finally pulls out of you, it’s gingerly, tenderly even, almost like he didn’t want to hurt you. As terribly sore and used as you felt, somehow there was a secret shard of happiness under it all. You wondered, if his coy smirk was any indication that he felt the same.

By the time Jake finally arrived, the only evidence of your sins was his cum dripping down your thighs, soaking the fabric of your loincloth.

#neteyam x reader #neteyam x female reader smut #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully #avatar neteyam #atwow neteyam #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam smut #neteyam x female reader #neteyam gif #Avatar #james cameron avatar #avatar the way of water #atwow #avatar 2

[clbrq]

UNAVAILABLE - C. BROCK (& S. GOLBACH)

warnings: HEAVY SMUT. cheating, you and colby are both taken to other people, swearing, p in v sex top!colby, rough sex, quickie.

minors dni

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Another explicit moan was ripped from your sore throat as he drilled deeper into your sloppy pussy, your body smacking harder against the cold tiles of the shower wall. Water was soaking the bathroom floor as Colby Brock slammed his thick cock into you.

“Oh, fuck, Colby-!” You stifled, your head resting in his wet neck, your finger nails digging into his shoulders as you held onto his toned body for dear life.

“Yeah? You like it?” He teased, his voice smooth in your eyes, his words hitting a spot inside you that doubled the pleasure his dick was already creating.

His thick, long, pink cock curved upwards, hitting a spongy area in your tight pussy that your nimble fingers were unable to reach. His strong hands gripped your waist with strength you’d never encountered before, the silver rings clad on his fingers creating indents in your moist skin. The way his hips slapped against yours as the speed of his thrusts increased rapidly; he was getting closer.

And the fact that his girlfriend would be home soon.

His hand came behind your knee to lift it up further into the air as he drilled into you faster. Throwing his head back, he caught his swollen lip between his teeth as he screwed his eyes shut at the pleasure consuming his body. The way your pussy quivered and quaked around his cock sent shivers down his spine. The way your tiny little voice erupted moans of great volume just for him. You were sucking him in so perfectly, he could barely see straight.

Looking back into his beautiful blue eyes, you felt the tightness in your stomach increasing by the second. His thick fingers crawled their way down to your warm core, finding its way, easily, to your swollen bud, rubbing slow, teasing circles on the sensitive nub. Instinctively, your soaked hand flew behind your head to grasp his dark locks between your fingers as his own took over your body.

“Jesus, she doesn’t do it like you.”

Those words cut the cord in your stomach, the orgasm hitting you harder than his thrusts were. Waves of pleasure flew around your body like as shockwave; your brain had gone fuzzy and your vision blurry as you screamed his name. His reddened face fell onto your shoulder, nibbling at your collarbone as he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear; coaxing you through your orgasm and himself to his. Soon enough, his thrusts got slower and sloppier as he erupted a loud groan, spilling himself inside your tight pussy. Gripping his hair tighter as he did so, you whimpered as stilled inside you.

His pink cock pulled slowly out of your recovering pussy, his cum dripping out of you slowly, hitting the shower floor and slipping down the drain. Letting your shaking legs free, he helped you gain your balance.

“Thank you.” You muttered quietly, feeling a sudden sense of alertness creeping up your spine.

Colby caught on to your feelings.

“She’ll be back soon, we should get dressed.” He smiled, pecking your cheek. He stood out of the shower and helped you out after, holding your hand all the way to the bedroom.

Colby dressed you, kissed every part of skin that was showing, treating you with utter care. You could easily go for a second round by looking at his beautiful face. Every time he would look up into your eyes, his smug face made your excitement grow more.

“I know you want to again,” He chuckled, “but, she’ll be back any moment now and I don’t wanna get caught. You understand, don’t you, baby?”

You heart melted at the nickname, ignoring the mention of his girlfriend, “Of course I do. I gotta get home to Sam anyways.”

“He still think you’re at Tara’s?”

You nod, standing up and walking over to the mirror to check yourself. He strutted behind you, slithering his cheeky fingers around your waist, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night, okay? We’ll go somewhere nice for once.”

You knew it wouldn’t end up like that. You’d get touchy and flirty, and end up fucking in the back of his car. Or in a restaurant toilet. Or a not leaving your place at all. You knew you were in for a treat either way.

You left with a heavy heart, kissing him graciously and running down the hall, worried you were going to bump into his girlfriend. You know it was wrong, but God, did it feel good. You just couldn’t help yourself.

As you drove home, you hoped your boyfriend, Sam, couldn’t see the hickey’s on your neck, or the bruises on your hips next time you have sex. The worst part was that you didn’t really feel guilty, you knew Colby was your soulmate, you both were just stuck with other people. And your boyfriend just so happened to be his best friend.

You swung open the door to your boyfriend’s apartment, being greeted by the smell of bacon and eggs. Sam was cooking in the kitchen with music playing quietly in the background,

“Hey, babe.” He smiled, placing the spatula on the edge of the pan to walk over and kiss you, “oh, did you shower at Tara’s?”

“Yeah, why?”

His cheeks slightly flushed red as he intertwined your fingers, “I was just gonna suggest you join me when I go for a shower.”

“I guess round two wouldn’t be so bad.”

—

“Holy fuuuuck.” You whined, grasping on his wet blonde locks as he shoved you against the cold shower wall, ignoring the harsh pain that struck your shoulder blades.

“Jesus, you’re so tight.” Sam mumbled, nibbling your neck, eyes screwed shut as to not see the hickeys forming on your neck from Colby previously.

Sam’s hard cock drilled into your pussy feverishly, his moans desperate and lustful as your slickness covered his throbbing member. Biting harshly down on your lip, you refrained from screaming his best friends name as he fucked you harder against the wall.

Sam pulled out and flipped you around, bending you over, and sliding smoothly back into your abused pussy, hitting the spot Colby did merely 30 minutes ago. He was groaning your name loudly as you shook underneath him, your hands sprawling across the wall, desperate to find something to grab onto.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Sam mumbled, grasping your hips tightly, earning a squeak from you as he worsened the one’s already forming before him, “You’re mine, you hear me? All mine.”

As soon as the words left Sam’s mouth, the coil in your stomach snapped, the ecstasy releasing into your body, becoming evident to Sam as you exclaimed your arousal through curses and moans. Sam quickly followed, filling you up deeply with his sperm, calling your name as he finished. As he pulled out, he chuckled, confusing you.

“What?” You questioned, standing up, ignoring the quake in your legs.

“I came so much, there’s fucking tons of it.”

Looking down at your legs, you noticed the large amount of cum drooling down your thighs and onto the floor. A red tinge lit up on your cheeks,

“Can’t help having good pussy, babe.” You laughed, nervously. Sam smiled as he pecked your lips as he started washing his hair and body.

You bit your lip as you knew that all that cum wasn’t just Sam’s.

It was Colby’s too.

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PHEWWWW

is it hot in here damn.

i was just gonna leave at colby railing u but then i thought nah im gonna slip some sam in there too (pun intended)

i haven’t written smut in so long so pls forgive me, i also hate writing the word ‘member’ AAAA gives me the ick but i didn’t wanna say cock again LMAOSOSDN

it’s not late anymore thank god i have a brain today.

thank you for reading beauties, pls send in requests! i’ll do a “who i write for” soon, probably later on i need some food and to get fucked

bye love you!!!

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[heartfullofleeches]

How would the janitor bang their darling (fast food)? Like where and intimacy not specifically what's between the legs

Bold of you to assume this touch starved loser can even fuck their darling. They get overwhelmed just from the thought of seeing their darling naked- hell, they can barely hold your hand without risking a heart attack. You have to be extremely blunt with them for them to know you're even interested in them romantically. If and I mean if things ever got the point where you two were dating and they knew you were 100% down to sleep with them, I imagine The Janitor would lean heavy on the romantics for the first time (and probably everytime unless you expressed the desire for otherwise i.e a quickie in the janitor's closet on break)

Spruce up their apartment, invite you over, treat you to a meal that probably isn't made of human meat like may or may not be at the restaurant- They've never been with anyone in any sense or even knew they could have gave these feelings so they're pretty nervous. They're some research, but then it's really happening and you're naked in front of them and they forget everything they learned because you looks so amazing and they'll probably fuck this up somehow-

Needless to say there will be a lot of learning to do on their part. Sullivan is the type to ask for a status update every now and then even once the sexual side of your relationship is further established. They value your pleasure over theirs and kinda afraid of hurting you with the things they've done in the past. They always feel the need to hold onto you whether it be gripping your hands or your waist. If you say that special four letter word there is a high chance of them coming right on the spot. Cannot handle that much stimulation at one time. I see them as fairly quiet in bed, but their mind is going a mile a minute with all the praise and affection they want to shower you with if only they knew how to stop after they started.

I really want to write Janitor's first time with reader now what have you done.

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #Fast food reader #yandere smut #yandere insert

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Sunday Reset

Joel Miller x f!Reader (pre/no outbreak)

Summary: Sundays are for quickies in the laundry room!!

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW 18+ no use of Y/N, established relationship, fluffy and domestic but still absolutely filthy, a verry brief moment of sub!Joel (making him beg for it), spitting, c*m play, talking you through it, you guys get it

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Inspired solely by these pictures he just looks so soft and sweet ugh! Also the way I'm posting this on a Saturday lmao. Thank you for all the continued love and support you guys got me blushin!!! Idk what to write next pls send me requests!

Sundays are your favorite day of the week. 

Every Sunday use to be a day filled with anxiety about all of your responsibilities for the upcoming week. But now that you live with Joel, you couldn’t wait for Sunday to roll around each week. 

There was an unspoken, natural routine for Sundays now. Joel sleeps in late, giving you the whole morning to cook a nice breakfast for yourself before you catch up on chores and anything you put off during the week. Around noon, after you’d been up for hours, Joel rolls out of bed. Sometimes you decide to sleep in with him, sharing his warmth for a long as possible. But if you weren’t in bed, Joel immediately goes to find you to give you a good morning kiss. 

Then, you both take your time getting ready before leaving to go get lunch, Joel’s treat of course, followed by window shopping or a trip to a thrift store. The evenings were wrapped up with watching a movie while eating the meal you cooked together before snuggling on the couch until you both fell asleep. 

Today was no different.

Just as you're lost in the rhythmic motion of folding laundry, you sense a gentle presence approaching from behind. His steps are soft, shuffling towards you in his slippers, and you feel his arms slowly encircle your waist. 

A peaceful sigh escapes your lips as Joel's chest presses against your back. He’s still cozy from all the blankets he was tucked under all night, his heat burning through his and your t-shirts to warm your skin. 

You lean into his touch, the comforting weight of his arms around you enveloping you in a cocoon of safety. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his warm breath grazing your neck, and you can't help but briefly close your eyes, surrendering to the moment.

“G’mornin” Joel whispers, his voice still deep and gravelly with sleep. 

You only hum in response, letting him tuck piece of hair behind your ear before he presses a kiss to where your shoulder meets your neck. He stays there for a minute, soaking in the feeling of your warm skin under his lips, your body pliant as you easily melt into his embrace. He then takes a deep breath through his nose, inhaling your intoxicating scent of your shampoo and the lavender pillow spray you insisted on using every night. 

After a few more seconds, you open your eyes and resume folding the last of the laundry. Joel keeps his arms around you but lets you move, his chest glued to your back and his body swaying with yours as you move around. His nose nudges against you as he presses more kisses to the column of your neck. Goosebumps start to rise under your skin, the light brush of his mustache and scruff tickling your sensitive skin. 

His hands wander from your waist, rubbing over your hips before smoothing down the front of your thighs. He takes his time, trying to memorize the shape of his body and the feeling of your skin under his palms. His touch is innocent enough, but you know exactly what he wants. 

Eventually his hands rest on his your hips with his fingers extended just enough to reach the crease where your thigh meets your pelvis, his fingertips barely feathering over the lace edge of your panties. The gesture is simple, but it still makes the muscles in your lower abdomen twitch. 

“Just let me finish folding these.” A say. A hint of surrender leaks out around the crack in your voice, but you stay strong. 

“Okay, baby” Joel whispers innocently into your neck, his fingertips still lightly brushing against you.  

You keep folding, but it takes almost everything in you to ignore the hardness starting to grow and press into your lower back. He makes it even harder when he slides his hands from the top of your thighs to your ass and gently squeezes. 

You race to finish folding the last of the laundry, no longer worrying about everything being neat. 

“Thank you, angel. The house looks amazing” Joel murmurs against your neck as you fold the last t-shirt, placing it on top of all the other clothes in the basket. 

You turn around in his arms and Joel opens his eyes for the first time since he wrapped his arms round you. He looks so snuggly, the mess of fluffy curls, his eyes still heavy with sleep, the goofy, relaxed grin spread across his face. He keeps his hands on your ass, still squeezing gently

“You’re welcome” You respond with a gentle smile. 

You drape your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. It’s sweet and tender, his soft, supple lips gliding delicately against yours. It’s a gentle touch but it’s still electric, sending a wave of warmth coursing through your veins. Your heart skips a beat, easily overwhelmed by the intimacy and affection you’re sharing in the simple moment in time. 

But of course, Joel can’t keep it simple. There’s just something so enticing in the way you look while doing chores around the house, especially when you’re in just one of his t-shirts and your lace panties. 

With his lips still on yours, he takes a step forward, squishing you between his body the dryer, his erection now pressing into your hip. He moans lightly into your mouth when he feels the vibrations of the dryer reverberating through your body, his length swelling even more against you. 

The need for air becomes overwhelming and he breaks the kiss. He quickly glances over the shoulder then focuses on you again.

“There’s 10 minutes left on the dryer” he points out, a sly smirk creeping across his face. 

Confused, you look at him with your eyebrows furrowed. 

He just chuckles at your expression and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties. They’re on the floor, kicked to the side in a matter of seconds. His hands return to you, his palms splaying on the back of your thighs just for a second before he’s lifting you up. You press your palms on the dryer, helping to lift yourself until you’re sitting on the dryer. 

Joels places his hands on your thighs once again, spreading your legs until you’re straddling the corner of the dryer and oh. Suddenly his vision his very clear in your head.

The metal is cool against your bare, wet heat and you gasp at the sensation, the sound quickly turning into a moan once you feel the vibrations of the dryer underneath you. Your mouth hangs open as small gasps and whines of pleasure flow easily past your lips as you stare at him through heavily lidded eyes.

Joel keeps his gaze fixed on you, his eyes dark and hungry as they watch you quickly succumb to the pleasure you’re experiencing. He licks his lips and leans over you, unable to resist the temptation of the exposed skin of your throat. He licks, nips, and sucks as he trails wet kisses from the base of your throat, your jaw, your chin, and finally back on your lips. 

“Feels good doesn’t it, baby?” Joel whispers against your lips before kissing you again. 

You nod, breathless mix of a chuckle and whimper slips out into the space between the two of you. Joel smiles into the kiss, his grip tightening on your thighs. He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip before he’s licking into your mouth. You allow it, your tongue lazily rolling over his as he swallows down your sweet noises. 

Already close to the edge, you grind your hips, chasing after your release. Joel notices and smiles against your lips before pulling away. He’s in complete awe looking at the way your breasts jiggle and how your thighs shake under his palms and god he can’t wait any longer. 

“Need to be inside you, angel. Need to feel it too” Joel says lowly, squeezing your thighs with his hands. Without hesitation, you nod vigorously and reach out in front of you and grab at the bulge in his plaid pj pants. You can’t wait any longer either. 

Joel wastes no time shucking off his shirt and shoving down his pants, his now fully hard cock slapping gently against his abdomen. Your mouth waters when he’s fully exposed, prominent veins stretching from his base to his tip that’s currently smearing glossy precum on his golden skin and the downy hairs of his happy trail. 

“See somethin’ you like, sweetheart?” Joel teases with a chuckle “You’re nearly drooling.” He brings a thumb up to wipe the corner of your mouth, but before he can pull away, you wrap your lips around the digit, sucking it into your mouth. 

Joel groans at the sight and the feeling of your hot wet tongue swirling around his thumb. He cups your jaw with the rest of his hand and keeps it there, letting you suck on him for as long as you want. 

With his free hand, he grips your hip and helps you scoot forward to the edge so he can align his hips with yours. He closes the small gap of space between the two of you, pressing his cock against your dripping seam. He gives a few thrusts, his warm velvety skin rubbing deliciously against your clit as he coats himself in your slick. Every time his hips are pressed fully against you, his cock rests heavy against your tummy, giving you a visual display of how deep he’ll be in just a few moments. 

“Such a good girl, baby. Always so warm and wet for me.” Joel whispers, his eyes glued to where he’s gliding over you. Your chest heats up at his praise, warmth spreading up your neck and across your cheeks. You whine back, the sound muffled by his thumb still resting in your mouth. 

His tip catches on you entrance and he can’t hold back any longer. He sinks inside of you, his cock twitching as he slowly pushes in until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. You’re still sensitive from last night where you came twice on his tongue last night with his face buried between your legs and then two more times on his cock as he fucked you into the mattress. But the stretch and slight twinges of pain still feel so divine as he splits you in half on his cock. He stays still for a moment, listening to your pretty moans as you get used to the feeling of him stuffed inside you again. 

Joel lets out a shaky breath, his eyes slipping closes as he revels in the sensation of you pulsing around him as he feels every vibration of the dryer through you once again. Being inside of you always feels heavenly. Every single time. But feeling you jiggle and shake around him like this is almost too much for him. He swears that if he let himself, he could cum in mere seconds without even moving. 

“Joel!” You whine around his thumb, pulling him from his trance. 

Joel snaps his head up to look at you, his fingers tightening slightly around your jaw as he speaks “Okay okay, m’right here baby, I’ve got you.” 

Without another word, he pulls until just his tip is inside before he pushes back into you. You both moan when his tip nudging against your cervix as he fills you to the hilt once again. His free arm wraps around your waist, pulling you in even closer to him as he gradually builds up his pace. 

Soon he’s steadily fucking into you, the force of his hips slamming into yours causing the dryer to bump against the wall. It’s proably scuffing up the paint on the walls but that’s the least of either of your concerns. He stares at you, watching intently as your eyes roll back in pleasure and nearly loses it when he sees spit starting to leak out from around his thumb, dribbling out of the corner of your lips. 

You’re already in shambles. The vibrations aren’t directly on your clit anymore but they’re still rattling through your body, adding to the pleasure of Joel’s fat cock pushing impossibly deep into you over and over again. 

“Look so pretty like this, baby fuck you’re squeezing me so good. Can’t fucking get enough of you” Joel pants, pressing his thumb down on your tongue, which makes you suck even harder. 

His fingertips dig into the skin of your side and your jaw as he keeps rocking his hips into yours, trying to find the right spot that he knows will pull out your prettiest sounds. He knows he found it when you cry out, your mouth falling open and releasing his thumb. 

He keeps it hooked over your teeth though, his whole hand cradling your jaw and gently keeping it open as he keeps his gaze fixed on your mouth. Joel Miller wasn’t as subtle as he’d like to believe and you already know what he’s about to say next.

“Baby,” Joel nearly whispers, a moan cracking through his voice as he continues to rock into you. He tugs you jaw down, opening your mouth even more. “Baby, I need it” is all he says, the desperation clear in his voice. 

“Need what, Joel?” You taunt, poking your tongue out to lick the tip of his thumb. 

You’re in no position to tease him right now but you can’t help it. Flipping the dynamic on its head like this was exhilarating for both of you. It didn’t happen often; you were perfectly content giving Joel full control. Besides, Joel would rather a car drive over his foot than swallow his pride and submit to someone else. But you easily pulled it out of him whenever you wanted to, especially now when he’s this needy.

Joel groans in response and looks at you with his big puppy dog eyes, silently begs him not to say it. But you don’t give in that easily.

“If you’re gonna be greedy you can at least use your words.” 

You smirk when Joel’s hips faulter slightly and you look at him with your eyebrows raised, waiting for his response. He swallows thickly and sighs heavily. 

“Spit in my mouth, angel, please I need it” Joel whines. He’d be caught dead before anyone saw him whining and begging for your spit. Anyone that he’s not head over heels in love with. 

“Oh good boy” you say like he’s a dog that just did a trick just because you know it pushes his buttons “You even used your manners!”  

The glare he gives you is deadly as you cup his face in both hands causing a giggle to bubble up in your throat. But it’s gone in an instant, his eyes suddenly soft and glassy as you lean over, your mouth inches away from his. You hover there for a second, pushing him just a little more. 

“Baby” Joel huffs “please.”

Now fully satisfied, you purse your lips and let your spit slowly dribble out past his thumb, his eyes rolling back with a groan as it lands on his awaiting tongue. Sitting up straight, thumb still hooked over your teeth, you watch him with his head tilted back, his eyelashes flutter against his cheek as he savors the warm liquid on his tongue. His adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he gratefully swallows and lets out another moan.

His eyes are dark again when they snap open, staring directly into your soul like you just unlocked something deep inside him. He rips his thumb out of your mouth and moves it to your clit, immediately pressing down firmly and rubbing fervent circles. 

His speed knocks the air out of your lungs and you can barely breathe as Joel ruts into you, his tip digging against your g-spot with every stroke, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. 

“Feel so f-full, Joel fuck” you whimper as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

“I know baby, I know. My sweet girl, takin’ me so well, giving me anything I ask for. I’m getting’ so deep aren’t I, sugar?” Joel pants. You whine again at his praise. His cock twitches inside of you and he nearly whimpers at the feeling of you getting wetter just from his words. He thinks he could get off just thinking about how synchronized your bodies are, how easily you crumble under his touch. He’s not going to last much longer. 

“Cum for me, angel. Need to feel it, baby please” Joel sighs, not caring in the slightest if he sounds desperate because he is. He presses harder against your clit, his circles getting faster and faster. 

Unable to hold out any longer, you come undone under his touch. He silently thanks god that you don’t have neighbors close enough to hear. He couldn’t give a shit about annoying anyone; he’s more concerned about other people hearing your moans that should be just for him. 

“There it is” Joel sighs when he feels you cum around his cock. He curses under his breath when your slick starts to drip out of you and down his length and his balls, making a lewd squelching sound every time he pounds into you “Good fuckin’ girl, doin’ what she’s told. Hear how your sweet little pussy purrs for me, angel?” 

Your back arches deliciously, pushing your body even further into his as his words send hot electricity straight down your spine. He keeps a steady pace as he fucks you through your orgasm, trying to make it last as long as possible. But now he can’t hold on any longer, not with you squeezing him like this, cunt fluttering as you absolutely soak his cock, not with the taste of you still heavy on his tongue, not when it all just feels too damn good. 

Three more thrusts and he pulls out, furiously fisting himself until he’s moaning and shooting thick ropes of hot cum onto your mound and swollen lips. You mewl at the sensation and gawk at the size of his load, always impressed with how it’s always so much even after just 8 hours.  

Eventually he collapses forward, his forehead resting on your shoulder, his chest heaving up and down with his whole body jerking every so often as he catches his breath. It’s your turn to wrap your arms around him, holding him close in your warm embrace, returning the same sense of security he gave you earlier. 

The dryer shuts off with a load buzz and rips you out of the soft moment, both of you nearly jumping out of your skin. 

Joel laughs and places a kiss to your collarbone before standing back up and just positively beaming at you. Even though you just had him, you couldn’t possibly want him more than you do right now, sleep still clinging to his face that’s now glowing with pure bliss. You want to wrap him up in a blanket and take him straight back to bed. 

He's quick to bring his fingers up to the mess he made, swiping up the length of your seam, gathering your combined releases on his fingers before bringing them to your mouth. He watches carefully as you happily wrap your lips around his digits, sucking them clean without breaking eye contact. He lets you suck for a few seconds before he replaces his fingers with his mouth and licks inside again, desperately chasing after the taste. 

After he practically sucks all the air out of your lungs, you break the kiss with a gasp, a smile of your own now tugging on your lips. Joel straightens up again and takes a step back while keeping his hands on the top of your thighs. 

“You made a mess, sweetheart” Joel chuckles, looking down between your legs and seeing the dryer shiny and wet with your slick. 

“I made a mess?” you tease playfully, gesturing towards the mess he left on your pussy, the hem of your (his) oversized shirt now slightly damp with it. 

“Don’t worry baby” Joel says with another goofy grin “I can clean it up real good if you want me to” 

#Joel miller smut #Joel miller x you #Joel miller x reader #Joel miller x f!reader #Joel Miller #Joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #javiscigarette

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The University of Sugar | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You take Bradley to a work happy hour, but nothing about it makes him happy, since your boss is clearly flirting with you. Was that man blind? Could he not see your engagement ring? Bradley was ready to fuck some sense into you. And you were so willing to let him.

Warnings: Fluff, swears and smut

Length: 2700 words

Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time! This was written for a request. Banner by @mak-32

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Bradley was exhausted. He'd had such a long week, stayed on base late almost every day. He was ready to get undressed, take you to bed, and pass out for at least twelve hours. But when he unlocked his front door and walked into the living room, you were standing there in a cute little dress, all made up. Maybe he could squeeze in a quickie before he passed out. 

"You look like you're ready for me to take you to bed," he said with a smirk as he started to untie his boots. But then he remembered something that you had said... about... a happy hour? Fuck.

"You need to get changed. I don't want to be late," you told him, checking the time on your phone while he groaned. Now he remembered. He promised you weeks ago that he'd go to the happy hour with your coworkers from the math department at San Diego State University. But right now, he was dying to get in bed and stay there.

"Sugar," he whined, "Baby, I'm exhausted. Can't we just stay home?"

"No!" Now you didn't look pleased at all as he made his way closer to you. "Go get changed, Beer Boy."

He wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you snug against him. "Come on, Baby," he crooned. "Doesn't our bed sound better than happy hour? I promise I'll make you cum. Twice."

You kissed him and smirked devilishly. "I'll hold you to that. After we get back from happy hour."

"Fuck," he groaned releasing you and heading to the bedroom to get changed. There was no way he was getting out of this one. He was going to have to chat with your coworkers all night. A bunch of boring math nerds. Because there was no way there was more than one hot, interesting math nerd at your school. You were an anomaly. You'd cornered that market. 

Plus, Bradley just knew he was going to feel like an idiot all night. You were smarter than anyone he knew, and it would be like a bunch of clones of you walking around sounding extremely intelligent. He didn't even know what he was going to talk about. 

"Ready?" you asked with a smile when he reemerged from the bedroom. You took him by the hand and led him out to the driveway. "I can't wait for you to meet everyone."

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It was worse than Bradley thought it would be. Apparently the median age of college math professors was eighty. He held tight to his bottle of beer while you introduced him to way too many people whose names he would never remember. He tried to smile, but he had to stifle a few yawns while he followed you around the small auditorium on your campus.

Everyone knew you. Everyone liked you. Everyone wanted to talk to you. Which was all fine and dandy until Bradley got cornered in conversation with Professor Rosenthal while an extremely handsome man walked up to you and gave you a lingering hug. 

"Who the hell is that?" Bradley asked, completely cutting off Professor Rosenthal.

"Oh," he sputtered, turning to see where Bradley was looking. "Oh, that's Professor Philip Harding. The department dean." 

Bradley's brain was buzzing now as he watched Professor Philip Harding put his hand on your lower back while you laughed. You had mentioned him before. Many times. You told Bradley that you frequently ate lunch with Phil on the benches outside your building next to the rose garden. Bradley was the one who lovingly packed those lunches for you.

He watched as you slowly took a step out of Phil's reach. "That's a good girl, Sugar," he muttered, now completely ignoring Professor Rosenthal. 

But Phil closed the gap and was already next to you again. Was this guy blind? Or just stupid? Did he not see the engagement ring on your finger? Could he not comprehend that you were in a relationship?

"Fuck," Bradley growled, glaring at him as he set his empty bottle down and tore across the room. Phil was tall, dark and handsome, and Bradley knew you liked that kind of thing. Plus, if he was the department dean, he was probably as smart as you were. 

Jealousy pulsed beneath his skin as he came up behind you and wrapped his hand around your perfect hip. "Hey, Sugar," he rasped, leaning down to kiss your neck. He loved the way you melted into his touch, but Bradley kept his eyes on Phil who cleared his throat loudly. 

"Hello," Phil said, looking at Bradley with a thoroughly unimpressed expression. But he could just fuck right off, because Bradley wasn't impressed either. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Dr. Philip Harding."

You smiled up at Bradley. "Phil is the department dean. And his office is next to mine." Then you turned to Phil, and Bradley had to watch his gaze dip down to your chest as you said, "Phil, this is Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw."

"Her fiancé" Bradley added, rather too loudly. 

Phil just smirked at him. "Ah, yes. I believe I've heard mention of you before. You work on submarines or something?"

Bradley clenched and unclenched his fist. "I'm an aviator," be ground out. "A pilot. I fly an F/A-18."

"Right," Phil replied cooly before turning back to you and asking you a question about your calculus lecture. And then Bradley had to stand there and listen to you laugh while he felt like a complete idiot. 

After a few moments of listening to Phil's annoying voice, Bradley pulled you a little closer and said, "Please excuse us," effectively cutting off the conversation and luring you back toward the refreshment table.

"What's wrong?" you asked. "You're acting so weird."

Bradley's eyes bugged out. "I'm acting so weird? Sugar, what the fuck, Baby? That guy is flirting with you right in front of me."

"No, he's not," you replied with an eye roll. "He's always like that."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" he growled. "Because it does not. In fact it makes me feel worse."

"He's harmless, Beer Boy. I eat lunch with him all the time."

Bradley managed to speak through clenched teeth. "The way you described him, I pictured a geriatric nerd with a receding hairline and fucking dentures!"

You burst into laughter, planting your hand on his chest as you cackled and gasped for hair. 

"He's not old at all!" Bradley complained.

"No," you said, trying to reel in your laughter. "I think he's forty."

"He's handsome!"

"So are you." Your hand slid up to the back of Bradley's neck as you grinned at him.

"He wants to fuck you!" 

"So do you," you replied calmly. "You're jealous."

Bradley took a few deep breaths. He would never, ever admit to that out loud. "He touched you," Bradley growled. He didn't even care if he was causing a scene right now. You were going to be his wife, and he would be damned if Phil didn't leave here tonight knowing damn well where he ranked with you. 

"I told him to stop," you said sincerely. "I don't think he'll do it again."

"He better fucking not."

You leaned up and kissed Bradley's chin. "I can't believe you're jealous of him. You have no reason to be." You searched his face and sighed, that needy little sound you made when you were ready to go. "I love you. And you look so hot right now."

Bradley's cock twitched for you, and he pulled you snug up against him so you could feel that he was hard. You moaned softly, and Bradley glanced over to see that Phil was looking this way. 

"Let's go fuck in your office," Bradley told you, possibly loud enough for someone to hear. And then he kissed you hard, slipping his tongue into your mouth until you were pulling him toward the door. 

"I don't know what's gotten into you tonight," you whispered, ducking your head as you led him out into the hallway. "But I'm not mad about it." 

Bradley followed you down the hall to your office as you clicked along in your high heels. He was very familiar with this room, and when you unlocked the door, he pushed you inside but not before he noticed Phil was also in the hallway. 

Bradley winked at the other man before he slammed the door shut behind him. You had a smug, needy look on your face as the fluorescent lights started to warm up and brighten the small room. 

"You're mine, Sugar," he stated simply, caging you in against your desk. "And next time you eat lunch with Phil, I want you to think about this," he whispered, reaching down so his hand was underneath your dress, grabbing the back of your thigh and making you break out in goosebumps. "And this." 

You moaned softly as he gently pressed his lips to yours in the sweetest kiss. "Bradley," you whined as his hand slid up to the front of your underwear. "I thought you were exhausted from work."

"I got my second wind," he promised, leading his gentle kisses along your jaw and to your ear. "Now pull your underwear down, bend over, and tell me how hard you want it."

The strangled noise you made had him laughing before he sucked on your neck. But sure enough, you started yanking down your own underwear, and then you turned your back to him. 

You looked up at him over your shoulder, smiling sweetly as you said, "Hard."

Bradley was working on his own button and zipper as quickly as he could. "That's my sweet Sugar," he crooned, and you bent over your desk, moaning his name. He carefully pulled your dress up so your ass was beautifully on display for him. His cock was gliding through your wet pussy as he gently kicked your legs a little further apart. 

You wobbled a bit on your high heels as Bradley ran his big palm along your ass, cupping and squeezing you. "Bradley," you gasped, wiggling yourself back against his hand. 

"You want it hard, Sugar? First, you need to promise me that if that asshole Philip Harding ever touches you again, you tell me immediately." Bradley knew his tone was a little rough, and when you met his eyes over your shoulder, you nodded. 

"Okay." Your voice was soft, just like your skin beneath his palm. Bradley squeezed you before spanking you one time. "Bradley!" you screeched, biting your lip and moaning. 

"Promise me," he demanded. "He never touches your lower back or any other part of your body ever again." His fingers skimmed up along that exact spot on your back.

"I promise!" you groaned, still pressing back against him. Bradley thrust into you, hoping like hell that Phil was still out in the hallway. He wouldn't mind one bit if the department dean heard everything he was doing to you. And if your current volume was any indication, then perhaps everyone else in the small auditorium would be able to hear you, too. 

"You wanted it hard," he grunted, absolutely slamming into you. "You're mine. Gonna be my wife."

"Yes!" you screeched, grabbing along the top of your desk, trying to hang on as he fucked you. Bradley ran his hand along the spot where he spanked you feeling the warmth there. 

"You're smart, Sugar," he praised, slipping his hand around to your clit and bending so his front was pressed to your back. "Now tell me who you belong to."

"You!" Your voice sounded a little hoarse, and he could hear it quiver as his fingertips spanked your clit. 

He growled next to your ear as he alternated between tapping and rubbing. "Say my name."

"Bradley!" 

"Good girl," he praised, pinching your clit until you screamed. And then he spanked your pussy through your orgasm, tapping just hard enough that your legs started shaking. 

"Fuck," you groaned, the single syllable loud and drawn out as Bradley took you by both hips and fucked you so hard, you were whimpering. 

"Mmm," he hummed, palming your ass. "I'd love to cum all over your pretty face right now, but you'll get that when we get home. I'll spread it all around. Mess up your makeup and let you lick my fingers clean."

"Bradley, please?" you begged, but he spanked your ass and shook his head, fucking your harder as he got close. "On my face!"

"No. You insisted we come to happy hour, and it's already going to be obvious what we did without my cum all over you, Professor Sugar."

"I love it when you call me that," you crooned, clearly enjoying this entire interlude. "Now fuck me until you come."

It didn't take long after that. He came inside your tight pussy, painting it up and chanting your name. His hands were tight on your hips, and as soon as he withdrew, Bradley knelt down behind you. He kissed along your ass and your thighs as you tried to stand upright on your unsteady legs. 

"Easy," he crooned, watching his cum drip out of you as he eased your cute underwear back up your legs. You spun to face him as he pulled your dress down. Your hair and makeup were a mess, your lips were a little puffy, and you couldn't stand up straight. You looked down at him, still kneeling before you. "I love you," he promised as you let your hands rest on his shoulders. 

"I know, Beer Boy," you whispered, voice hoarse from screaming. "I love you, too. And I love when we fuck in my office or the study rooms on campus. It's kind of our thing."

Bradley stood and kissed you softly. "Academia really suits me. I went to the University of Sugar."

You bit your lip and giggled as he led you toward the door. He took your left hand in his and spun your pretty engagement around on your finger as you made your way back to the happy hour. When Phil exited the men's bathroom a few doors down from your office and wouldn't make eye contact, Bradley smirked. 

"You were loud as hell," Bradley informed you just before rejoining the group. "And you look so fucking dissheveled, I can't wait to bust a nut on your face later."

"Beer Boy!" you gasped, following him with wide eyes as Bradley made his way back to Professor Rosenthal with a fresh drink. He had accomplished what he set out to do, and now Phil would think twice before he touched you again.

"So sorry we got interrupted before," Bradley said to the older man. "What were we talking about?" Then he listened to Professor Rosenthal talk about the politics of the math department, his upcoming retirement and his hip replacement. And all the while, you kept eyeing Bradley with a very satisfied look on your face. 

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"Okay, Beer Boy," you muttered to yourself, sitting on a bench in the rose garden next to your building on campus. You were unpacking the lunch Bradley had made for you, which included a note with huge handwriting.

Sugar, Can't wait to get my hands all over you later. Love, Beer Boy

You snorted and tucked the note into your pocket. This is what he did now. Every day since he met Phil, Bradley wrote you a dirty lunchbox note. The first note last week had been about how Bradley wanted to fuck you in the Bronco when he picked you up from campus. And sure enough, he had done just that, in the parking lot behind the student union building. 

Of course Bradley knew what he was doing, because Phil had accidentally seen that note. And he hadn't eaten lunch with you since then. But now you were waiting for your new lunch pal, Professor Rosenthal.

"You win, Beer Boy," you whispered, texting him a photo of the note along with a little message from you.

I want your lips and tongue, too. 

You smirked and ate the lunch he packed you, excited to get home later. Excited to marry Bradley. Excited for everything. 

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[strawberrysodaslut]

ok ok this might sound strange BUT poly!marauders where Sirius and Remus walk in on James going down on the reader and usually the reader is submissive and will take their punishment for having fun without the two out they’re like “no this shit feels so good don’t you dare stop us” and they have a mind blowing orgasm and Sirius and Remus are like 😧 and so for the next few days remus and Sirius are just jealous that James managed to make the reader feel THAT good just by his tongue so they keep going down on her to try and one up James IDK if that makes sense but I can’t get that out of my head. If you don’t want to write this / don’t like the plot then it’s ok !! <333

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warnings: SMUTTTT!! 18+ MDNI sirius and remus being jealous as fuck, oral (fem receiving), overstim, reader is woken up via oral (reader has given full consent for that to happen), safe word is always in place

summary: James is good at giving head… like crazy good. Remus and Sirius try to keep from being jealous, a night of ecstasy has the two competing to match James’ skill level.

a/n: this requesttttt 🫢🥵🥵 i hope i managed to do it justice!!

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James was a very giving lover, he would often say that his happy place was right between your thighs, getting off on the pretty sounds you make when you cum. You weren’t one to disagree, loving the feelings he gives you.

It wasn’t that Sirius and Remus weren’t good at giving head, they were still better than your past relationships, it’s just that- James was phenomenal. He had memorised every way to make you squeal with his tongue and normally used every single one when given the opportunity.

So when you were studying with James in the marauder's shared bedroom, you weren’t surprised when he started trying to turn you on.

James practically had a choreographed dance, always ending with some part of him inside you, whether it be his tongue, fingers or cock, he didn’t really care. He just wanted to see you scream.

He starts how he normally does, giving you light praises, similar to how he would if you were in bed. When you got a question right, he’d whisper “Good girl” and follow up with a kiss just under your ear.

You knew the game, and he knew you liked to play. So he slowly moves close behind you, putting his hand on your thigh and rubbing circles with his thumb. Slowly kissing down from your cheek to the sweet spot of your neck, biting down to suck a bruise.

And that’s all it took to have you lying on your back, James’ head in-between your thighs, suckling on your clit while you make the most obscene noises.

The other boys were fine with you having your “alone time” with James, it wasn’t like they didn’t sneak off with you or each other for a quickie. But if they catch you in the act, they’ll normally intervene, playfully ‘punishing’ you for leaving them out.

You knew they were going to be back soon, but you didn’t care, it felt so good. You were so far gone you didn’t even notice Sirius and Remus walking through the door, watching James lick a long stripe from your entrance to your clit.

“Hey Jamsie, need a hand?” Sirius said, sitting next to you and guiding James off of you.

You whine, trying to pull James back, “Stop Siri, it feels so good.”

James immediately dives back in, continuing his assault on your cunt. You let out an unearthly moan.

Sirius looks at Remus with raised eyebrows. You’d always let him toy around with you when he caught you with James or Remus alone. Remus shrugs, sitting on the other side of you, stroking your hair.

As James gets you closer and closer to your release, your moans grow louder, gripping at Remus’s jumper and tugging on James’ hair.

The boys had never seen you like this, completely lost in the pleasure James was giving you with just his tongue.

When the coil snaps, you throb, your entire body relaxing as you produce a massive amount of wet, you actually squirt.

“Holy shit…” Sirius mutters, watching as you nearly black out from how strong your orgasm is. Sirius had made you squirt a handful of times, but never with his mouth. Fuck…

Remus was silenced in shock, pants tightened as he watches you come down from your high, jealously sparked in him, he’d never made you cum like that.

And that’s what sparked the competition.

After watching the pleasure James gave you, Sirius and Remus were determined to do the same using just their tongue. Using every spare second to wedge their head between your legs.

It started with Sirius waking you up by sucking on your clit, your moans muffled by your face in the pillow. His grip on your legs was soft, carefully coaxing you out of sleep.

You let out a whimper when you came, Sirius soothing you through your high, disappointed that he didn’t make you squirt like you did with James. Oh well, he can do it next time.

Remus was next, dragging you into an empty classroom before your own class, lying you down on the table and kneeling between your legs. He was confident he would make your toes curl the same way he watched them last night.

You still had no idea about the jealousy the two boys had made. So you laid there, gripping your hands into the lycanthrope’s hair as you came a second time that day. Sitting up and pulling him into a kiss as you tried to undo the buttons of his trousers to pay the favour back. But instead, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, checking that you were okay before leaving you in the sweaty mess he’d created and heading to class.

You were positively fucked out when Sirius dragged you out of your study group and into a far corner of the restricted section, kneeling in front of you and flipping your skirt up.

While you didn’t know about the game, you definitely knew something was up. You weren’t complaining, but you wanted to know what was going on.

“Siri,” You murmured as he pulled down your tights and your panties, he hummed, kissing up your thighs and spreading them. “What’s going on?”

He looked up at you, amused by your question. He gestured his hand from his mouth to your pussy, “What’d ya think bug?” He says, pressing a kiss to your upper thigh.

“No…” You chuckled, whimpering as he presses a kiss to your cunt, mouthing at your pussylips, trying to work you up. “Not that I'm-mmmhh… complaining- but why are you doing this twice in a few hours?” You ask, voice broken by the feeling of his mouth on your swollen clit.

He presses a kiss to your clit, leaning back and rubbing the slick across your pussy with his fingers. “Just trynna make you feel good bug, this okay?” He asks.

You nod, still suspicious, but not wanting him to stop. Letting him drag your cunt through your third orgasm of the day.

Your oversensitive cunt ached once you came down from your high, your body exhausted from the number of times you’d come. But to Sirius’s dismay, he still hadn’t gotten you to squirt.

He continued to mouth at your cunt, “one more for me baby,” he says, the vibrations sending a pulse through your body. It didn’t take long to drag you to your fourth orgasm, panting and begging.

You weren’t sure if you were begging him to relent from overstimulating you or to keep going till you were completely drained of cum, but you were relieved when he leaned back, standing up to kiss you.

“One day,” he whispers, walking away. You furrow your brows, what does he mean?

You catch up with the boys on the way to dinner, sitting next to James and across from Sirius and Remus. As you eat, you feel James’ hand on your thigh, lifting higher and higher. He leans in to give a light kiss to your neck, already trying to work you up.

Sirius and Remus watched James and you closely, while their competition was still unspoken, they both knew the other played to win. And the best way was to watch how James did it.

And James was an excellent teacher, even if he didn’t know it. The boys knew how to get you turned on, so there was much teaching there, but when you all got back to your shared bedroom.

James was surprised when Sirius let him lay you out, most of the time he was itching to have you first, but he wasn’t complaining. Stripping you bare and kissing down your stomach to your navel, he noticed how red and swollen your cunt was.

He tuts, “Have you already been tasted today?” He asks. You nod, looking up at the boys who made good use of you earlier today.

He looks up at them, giving them an understanding smirk. “Let’s show ‘em how it’s done yeah?”

The boys watch in awe as James makes all kinds of sounds come out of you. Making you cum in mere minutes, not stopping to take a breath to get another one out of you, and then another.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he coaxed your third orgasm out of you. Your body provides the same amount of wetness that appeared the night before, coating the boy’s mouth with your slick.

He drags you through your orgasm, pressing one last kiss to your clit, making you jump. He leans back, looking at the boys as they stare, wide-eyed at your breathless body.

James smirks, “That’s how it’s done boys, wanna have a go?”

Let’s just say… Sirius and Remus are fast learners.

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[rodolfoparras]

Ftm or Afab Miguel <3

Workload

Pairing: Ftm! Miguel O’Hara x Top! Male Reader

Synopsis: In which you find ways to spend time with your boyfriend Miguel even though he’s busy with work

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, cockwarming, underwear theft

A/N: pls excuse any mistakes I decided to redo a good chunk of this last minute

It was no secret that your boyfriend Miguel was rather dedicated to work so much so he spent hours cooped up in his make shift office or in other words his platform. You didn’t mind it much because you understood the responsibilities he carried on his shoulders and you tried to give him space to work whenever you sensed that he needed it.

There were days where he barely slept or ate and his only source of light was the one produced by his monitors and that worried you, of course.

But at the end of the day you understood, brought him a take out box of food or a blanket or two, even forced him outside every once a while to get some sunlight.

These past days he’d been glued to his platform, only leaving it to eat and sleep (something you were grateful for) before quickly returning to work, quitely mentioning the words multiverse and workload before disappearing into his world of monitors.

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t miss him most importantly you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t miss being with him.

It’s been a while since the two of you have properly had sex, having to settle for quickies in the shower to relieve any stress before Miguel had to go back to his work again.

Again, you understood, “multiverse”, “ workload” “grave consequences if it all fell apart”. But God the warmth of your palm was nothing compared to the warmth of his walls as they fluttered around your cock, and you rather have fingers buried inside of him than having them wrapped around your shaft. Not to mention how having his boxers pressed against your mouth is nothing like being buried between his thighs, vigorously eating him out and having him squirt into your mouth.

Eventually you came up with the perfect plan on how to spend some quality time with your wonderful boyfriend without disturbing him while he’s working and you feel your cock twitch inside your pants as you make your way over to his make shift office.

You walk into the room only to be met with the sight of Miguel with multiple screens pulled up in front of him. He must’ve just gotten out of the shower going by the wet curls at the nape of his neck, the way his clothes are sticking to his skin along with the way you can smell his body wash from where you’re standing.

You swiftly make your way over to where he’s standing, arms slinging around his shoulders and face burying in his neck.

“Oh what’s this?” you say to him, as you take a peak at his screen.

He tenses at first but quickly relaxes when he recognizes your touch and your voice.

“Work” he grunts out in a simple reply, still focused on his work

“What kind of work?” you ask, voice just as curios as before and gaze still glued to the monitor.

Miguel turns his head, almost bumps his nose with yours as he meets your smiling face.

No one has ever really taken interest in Miguel’s work before.

Sure everyone knows he’s in charge of the multiverse, but no one’s ever bothered to ask him about the details of it all, settling for only asking a handful of questions if it was a life or death matter.

But you weren’t like any other spiderperson he’d met before, always poking and prodding more than one should but for some reason Miguel didn't seem to be bothered with, matter of fact he was rather intrigued with it.

Miguel turns back to the screens in front of him, and for a moment you only hear the sound of fingers tapping before he speaks

“It’s called web of life.” He starts off slowly, glancing at your face carefully as if expecting you to lose interest any second. But when he notices that he has your full attention he delves into the depth of things.

He talks so fast and animatedly you get a flash of his fangs every time he goes to say something. His hands move so fast you barely catch them as he gestures to the many different screens in front of him and his eyes have this glint in them that you’re sure aren’t solely there for the monitors surrounding him.

You do your best to keep up with him, humming and nodding in the right places, even chirping in with a comment or two when you grasp the concept of something.

Somehow though, it had ended with him seated on your lap, his sweatpants and shirt long discarded on the floor, you with your sweats and boxers pulled down to your knees, and your cock buried deep inside his cunt.

His explanations are disrupted by gasps and shallow breaths as your hand wraps around his neck, fingers just resting there or the way your hands will find his thighs, gently fondling them.

“And this Ah fuck- this is earth 786” he hisses out, eyes squeezing shut, shivers running through his entire body as he reacts to your teasing touch.

And every time he gestured to something you’d suddenly shift in your seat, nudging a sensitive spot inside of him and causing him to tightly clutch onto the monitors in front of him, so much so they threatened to crack under his grip.

“Please I can’t -“ the screens grunt and groans under his grip as his cunt clenches around your dick, desperately searching for any sort of relief.

By the time you’re done teasing him his hair has long dried. The smell of his body wash is replaced with the smell of his arousal. His hand has a stealth grip on your wrist and you see the flash of fang as he pleads of you to “fuck me, fuck me, please”

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[angelltheninth]

Can you make a smut scenario with geto?

(I swear geto with his hair down makes me feel things-)

That makes sense, he has really pretty hair.

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, creampie, angry sex, teasing, edging, keeping quiet, quickie, almost being caught

Word count: 0.7k

A/N: Oh that last tag rhymed lmao!

"Can you hurry up Geto? We don't have a lot of time." You pushed against his cock, pulled against his hair, grit your teeth against his lips in impatience. Geto hummed, smiled and pushed his cock through your wet folds again. It was torture to be teased like this.

"Hurry up? You're the one always telling me I'm not taking enough time. And now when I'm being a considerate boyfriend you complain." He tisked, pressing your hips against the bed with his, preventing you from wiggling around. "This isn't easy for me either you know. All this restraint I need to show and your pussy is just begging to be fucked." He sounded genuinely pained by it, which made it all the more funny when you were the one who whimpered.

He pulled you back into bed, he took your panties off because he said he was too horny and couldn't go meet his team like this, he was the one who told you that this had to be quick, and he was the one who still moved way too fucking slowly when he pushed his cock into your hole. Too slow, too slow, it hurt how slow he was being, how much he was dragging this out.

No matter what you tried, how you tried to pull him closer, with your legs around his hips, your hands tugging him closer it was no use. "You god damn son of a bitch." You bit the words against his lips, ready for more when he decided he had enough of your rambling. Geto's lips silenced everything else you had to say, rendering all your complaints about his teasing moot.

There was still one thing you could do: pull his hair hard enough to get him to back away from you long enough for you to hear him moan right as you made your walls massage his cock. "Getting real desperate now I see. Fine, fine, I can be a merciful man." Almost never.

His grin seemed dangerous yet teasing and playful as he started moving at the rough, quick pace you wanted, a pace that actually did hurt now because of how much he's already teased you. But it was a good kind of pain, the kind that had you arching your back and toes curling and uncurling every time his cock slammed back into your sensitive, wet hole.

"Geto? Come on, meeting's about to start. Get yourself out of bed please!" You recognized Haruta's cheerful voice getting closer.

"Ge-mmn!" Geto's hand covered your mouth but he didn't stop thrusting into you as Haruta stopped to knock at the door. Your eyes widened as you looked to your boyfriend, but he only smiled down at you.

"I'm just about done here! Tell everyone I'll meet them in a few!" His other hand reached down to touch your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body, "Just a bit more okay?" His hips slammed into yours, grinding to a halt while he keep circling your clit, making your orgasm trigger his own, your pussy constantly squeezing and releasing around his cock until he came, filling you with thick loads of his seed.

"Huh? Okay... whatever you say." Haruta didn't seem suspicious, or if he was he was do awkward that he didn't say anything. Everyone on your team knew you were fucking but never said anything about it. It was pretty much an open secret. More fun if you pretended they didn't know at all though.

As the footsteps echoed down the hallway Geto moved his hand away from your mouth, "Seems like we're all out of time. Too bad, I wanted to have a bit more fun."

"Then set your alarm for earlier." You barely had the strength to argue when he pulled out of you. You closed your legs immediately, face heating up when you saw how much he was smirking at the sight of his cum dripping out.

"Get cleaned up while I get dressed." He didn't kiss you, he never did that outside of sex, it helped keep the relationship more casual between the two of you. "This better be enough cause we have a long day ahead of us, no time for sneaking around today." As if he didn't have more trouble controlling himself then you.

You could get pretty bad but Geto was the one always pulling you into rooms and closets to destress. While cleaning up the mess between your legs you took a moment to watch him tie his hair back, your mind wondering back to when you tugged on it so hard he was forced to back up. After all this time you finally found Geto's weak spot.

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[itsmealaiah]

In the back of hot topic

From my poll a couple days ago ❤️❤️ 🫶

Tags/ warnings: public smut, dressing room quickie, p in v, orgasm denial, begging, slight cursing and fingering, slut-shaming, use of the word wh0re.

MDNI ⚠️

Your POV:

"Hey tom what do you think of this top?" I asked, opening the door to get his opinion. It was a little midriff which exposed part of my stomach, light blue coloring, and was accompanied with spaghetti straps. He looked up at me, swiping his tongue over his lip ring, which drove me a little insane.

"I think it looks gorgeous on you schatzi, everything always does" He smirked, nearing closer to me, shutting the dressing room door behind us. "Great! Do you think I should buy it?" I questioned, turning to face the mirror. "You don't have to buy anything liebe, I got you" He kissed the exposed part of my shoulder, goosebumps marking my skin.

His arms wrapped around the bare section of my stomach, lips finding a spot on my neck to leave marks. "Tom, not now, we're in the back of a store" I shook my head, shooing him away and grabbing another top to try on. "Aw c'mon" He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No" I responded, sliding the shirt over my head, revealing my lacy bra. "You're killing me over here love" He sat down on the small bench they placed in here, eyes devouring me right up. I smiled, putting the small top in my hands on. It was more detailed, but more revealing, lining right under my breasts.

"That looks good" He mumbled, still a hint of anger in his tone. "Don't be like that, this is supposed to be a nice shopping trip for us," I grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes to meet my own. He scoffed and pursed his lips. "I just don't want to have sex in a dressing room where literally anyone and everyone could hear us" I exclaimed, taking off the top once again.

He got up, cupping my mouth with his hand, both of us looking into the mirror. My eyes were a little bit wide, slightly shell-shocked. His hands made quick work at my skirt, tearing it down along with my underwear, and when he was finished, he unbuckled his belt, tugging down his baggy jeans.

The tent in his boxers was huge, and I gulped. His hand was still covering my mouth, small breaths leaving my lips. "Then be quiet for me, okay love?" He asked, eyes showing a bit of sympathy. I nodded, and his shirt was thrown across the floor, his boxers following suit soon after. He held onto my hips, guiding himself in, and I gasped, his hand coming up to cover my lips again.

"What did I say? Be quiet" He smacked my ass, not too rough, but hard enough to leave a small mark. I obliged silently, my eyes drifting up to the mirror once again. My face was contorted from the intense waves of pleasure tom was causing with each thrust, my body rocking at every one.

"So fucking good for me you little slut" He groaned lowly, and I whimpered into his hand. "You better stay quiet or you're not going to cum" He promised, looking at my reflection. My breasts were bouncing around, his large, veiny hand making sure not a single moan, whimper, or whine could be heard.

"Doing so well for me you whore" He growled, fingers teasing my slick, rubbing circles on the flesh. I winced, eyes shutting momentarily, as I grew closer to the edge. "Gonna cu-cum" my voice muffled through his hand, and he stopped thrusting. I whined, angered by this sudden move.

He sensed this, turning me to face him, throwing me up against the mirror, my back hitting the glass so hard it could've shattered, but I didn't care. I just needed him. He began to pound in and out of my hole, his head nearly thrown back at the heightening sensation of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I moaned, and he shot a glare at me.

"Fine." He huffed, still pressing me up against the smudged glass. "Guess you're not cumming then" I scoffed angrily as his hands were wrapped around my waist. "That's not fair" I protested, and he laughed. "Oh yeah?" He held back a chuckle. "How so?" I thought for a moment, and then answered smugly. "I'm bound to make some noise, you would too"

He flicked his lip ring, and then whispered in my ear "How would you know?" My face flushed to a light shade of pink as his hot breath lingered. "Exactly" He said, before thrusting once again. I gasped, my head falling backward as his lips sucked on one of my breasts, lapping at the areole.

"Ah- tom, too much!" I whimpered, the pleasure he was causing was going straight to my head, and caused me not to think straight. Tiny little noises kept leaving my throat as I was rocked up and down by tom. "You can take it you slut, you always do" He growled once again, bottoming out. My face twisted, eyebrows furrowing as he kept sliding nearly all the way back out, and then back in at such a rough pace I might not be able to walk out of this damn store.

"Good little whore, taking my fat cock so well" He grunted, fingers rubbing harshly. I cried out as I came, my juices coating tom's length as he finished inside me. "God you're so good for me" He captured my lips in a rough kiss, attacking the soft skin. I moaned into his mouth, and he smirked against me. He helped me down, putting my clothes back on my shaking frame and dressed himself as well, drying up the mess we had made.

"You don't have to buy me anything from here tom, I don't really like most of what I have in here anyways." I reassured him, but he shook his head. "No" He said, grabbing the small tops. "Think of it as a small thank you, and as a debt. You can repay me when we get home" He grinned wickedly, leading me out of the dressing room.

a/n: hopefully this was good, sorry if it's short 😥

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[onlyhuis]

JUNE!!! what if biting his pecs right before the pictures were taken so that's why he's wearing that blazer 👀

member— bf!jun x reader genre — smut, idol!au word count — ~850 smut warnings — no descriptions of reader anatomy but jun uses "good girl" as a nickname so do with that what you will, making out (like hard), dry humping, a lot of detail about abs (duh), marking, reader is a little bit possessive about the marking, somewhat dom!jun, everything is very fast and rough and steamy notes — if you wanna know how i'm doing after these pics dropped... you don't wanna know (hint: not well)

“fuck,” jun moans breathlessly as he bucks his hips up into you, his fingers holding your waist in a death grip against his lap. “you know my stylist fucking hates you, right?”

“like i give a shit,” you scoff, grazing your teeth over his hard nipple. you can feel the noises he makes vibrating deep in his chest, a low grumble beneath your lips as you let your mouth wander across his skin. “they put you in an outfit like this and expect me to not want to fuck the life out of you?”

you’re sure somebody must be looking for him by now, and people are probably starting to get angry that he’s late for the next round of photoshoots, but when he’d pulled you into his dressing room to get your approval for his outfit, you couldn’t resist the opportunity to get your hands on him, not when he looks so good so exposed like this.

it won’t be the first time his makeup artists will have to cover the fading bruises you’ve left all over his body. but in this outfit that shows off his defined abs and leaves little to the imagination, this time there’s no fabric to hide your marks from the camera. though no one ever mentions it, you know everyone notices, and it gives you a selfish sense of pride knowing that you alone are the one responsible for them.

the exhilaration of having so little time together makes your heart race with a kind of desperation you’ve never felt before. you’ve had plenty of quickies in bathrooms and closets, backstage rooms and changing areas, but never like this. sitting in jun’s lap, fully clothed, both of you frantically grinding against each other as you make it your mission to put your mouth on every inch of him as fast as you possibly can.

jun nearly growls when you rake your nails down his torso, his hands quickly moving up your body to cup your chin and pull your face towards him to capture your lips.

you push your hands flat against his chest, feeling his firm muscle beneath your palms as you desperately work your mouth with his, the sounds of both your whines mixing with the sloppy noise from your kisses.

his hands tighten in your hair, pulling your head back quickly as you both gasp for air. “god, i wanna fuck you so bad right now, but there’s no time,” he murmurs, and you can feel the heat from his breath washing over your lips.

your hands fall to his hips, tracing the deep ridges of his v-line with your fingertips as he tosses his head back with a choked moan. you lean forward to smash your lips against his, and just as you’re about to follow the trail of hair on his stomach down lower, there’s a loud knock at the door and a voice calling jun’s name urgently.

“fuck— baby, i really gotta go,” he groans as he pulls away from you, your bottom lip caught between his teeth for a second before his mouth leaves yours. “you’re gonna make me cum in these pants, and then they’ll really be pissed.”

you whine in annoyance and your fingers grip onto the collar of his jacket trying to tug him back to you, but he grabs your waist to lift you off of his lap, and reluctantly you let him stand up. he curses under his breath as he grabs at his crotch with shaky hands, trying to adjust himself quickly so the tent in his pants isn’t quite so obvious.

he wraps his hands around your waist and drags you toward him, giving you another kiss. “be a good girl and i’ll let you ride my abs when we get home later, okay?” he says in a hoarse voice, his fingers trailing down your jaw. “i know how much you like that. and then after that maybe i’ll let you lick me clean, as a treat.”

“god, that sounds so good. please make this fast, jun, please,” you moan.

“my needy baby,” he chuckles, still a little out of breath. “i’ll try, but we’re already behind schedule, and you know how long these things take.”

“i can think of something else that’s long that i’d rather be taking right now,” you pout at him. you run your hands over his chest once more, and he laughs and pulls you back in for one last rough kiss before heading for the dressing room door.

“i promise i’ll be as fast as i can, and then you can have me all you want. i’ll see you after.” he winks, and a second later he’s gone.

the door slams shut and you fall back down onto the chair with a sigh, leaning your head back as your hand slips down between your legs. you’re impatient, and you’ve got nothing but time to kill waiting for jun to finish working. but the thoughts running through your head and the lingering feeling of his skin beneath your fingertips is more than enough to keep you occupied until he comes back.

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[fayes-fics]

A Cure For Boredom

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict finds a cure for your boredom during a party

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, dom/sub undertones, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, makeshift blindfolds, edging, dirty talk, quickie vaginal sex, mentions of gagging and exhibitionism.

Word Count: 1.5k

Authors note: Not a request fill, but I went where my muse requested as it's been so long since it let me write anything. This started life as an idle idea I had scribbled for a different fic, but it's decided to be a one-shot instead. I'm hoping this means my writing muse is returning. Enjoy <3

The makeshift blindfold he has made from one of your silk stockings drags over your eyelashes as you blink rapidly. Stifling a moan and shuddering as his teeth graze your neck, knowing you are pushing the boundaries of his rules by making any noise but unable to stop yourself. 

“Silence,” he reminds, the tone dripping with bemusement. “Or I cease.” You fold your lips under your teeth and bite down in an attempted display of obedience. “That’s better.” You can practically hear the predatory smile in his tone.

With your sight robbed, your other senses are heightened. A spike of fear pulses through your bloodstream, and your head jerks to the left as you hear people talking, or rather gossiping, loudly as they stroll by, likely quaffing champagne. It sounds like they are in the same room even though you know a thick door separates you. 

“It is alright; they have no reason to come in here,” he reassures, as your fingernails claw apprehensively at the polished, sturdy mahogany bookcase he has you sprawled against. “Besides, my darling, you were the one who stated you were bored at this soirée a scant twenty minutes ago,” he points out laconically, biting your earlobe gently before adding, “You are not bored now, are you?

You shake your head rapidly, feeling his hot breath dusting your cheekbone.

“Good,” he says duskily. “Now, where were we?”

It’s rhetorical. He knows exactly where he was—setting you a challenge as wonderful as it is awful. To stay completely silent as he fingers you mercilessly. Indeed, three of his long shapely digits are buried deep inside you, his knuckles stretching your pussy walls wide, clinging to him, his thumb teasing your clit. Your spine is resting on what are likely priceless leather-bound tomes, and he has one of your feet hitched onto a low shelf, your dress gathered around his forearm. No doubt, the host of this party wished for his private library to be off-limits for this evening’s party. Trust Benedict to flout any and all suggested rules.

Quiet whimpering through your nostrils is your begging, asking him not to edge you anymore. You feel strung out and sweaty, needing release more than anything. The frill of his shirt cuff tickles your inner thigh, and his steely cock brandishes your hip through his britches, teasing you with possibility. Part of you wants him to unbutton and just fuck you so hard that every book, from floor to ceiling, is rattled from its elegant place.

“Please, Benedict,” you mewl under your breath, writhing on his fingers, frustrated he’s not quite giving enough to push you over the precipice he has you dangled over.

His responding laugh contains an edge of menace. “But where is the fun for me, my darling, if I cannot make this a proper challenge? Bring you close to ecstasy as many times as I wish, as you have to stay quiet.” You just know his eyes are glittering darkly even though you are unable to see them.

“I cannot be silent,” you murmur, “you feel too good,” hoping the flattery will make him take pity and finally let you over the edge.

“You can and you will,” he counters, smirkingly, not taking the bait.

In fact, he even withdraws his fingers from you, a lewd, drenched sound as he does so. You pout and whine in protest as his fingertips trail wetness down the leg that still touches the floor.

“If you don’t stay silent, I’ll just gag you with your other stocking, my love,” his threat dripping like honey into your ear as he toys with the ribbon holding your other stocking aloft.

“Please make me come,” you stumble in reply, your pussy weeping, missing his plundering touch on that little spongy spot inside that makes rainbows dance across your eyelids.

“Hmmm, but I rather like you like this,” he argues back.

The hand that was teasing you appears from under your dress and rises to paint your juices over your puffy lips, darkened from your teeth biting down on them. The tart flavour seeps into your mouth as your skin feels like it is shimmering over your bones, needing to come so much that you are practically shaking. 

“Perhaps I shall change my mind. Perhaps you need not peak after all. I rather like the idea of taking you back to our seats right now, dripping down your legs for me, trembling with need. Making you sit through this interminably dull evening absolutely on fire,” the ominous filth he intones into your ear makes you gasp hard.

“Please do not,” you beseech, hands clutching at his sharply tailored cropped wool jacket, wishing you could plead with your eyes. “Please, husband, have mercy.” It’s an abject plea, wanting to tear off your blindfold. Instead, you pitch forward, seeking his kiss, lips pursed, your own desire still glistening upon them.

“I love you like this,” he rumbles, lips ghosting your teasingly but not kissing properly. “So desperate for me.” 

“Fuck me,” you whisper harshly as he snarls and finally takes your lips in a bruising kiss.

“We will surely be heard if I do that,” his answer garbled around your tongue.

“I don’t care. Let them find us; let them watch,” it’s words spoken from need, desires running roughshod over your usual boundaries.

He inhales sharply and cups your jaw, pushing the blindfold off your face and onto your head, seeking your eyes, the source of truth.

“You would let me do that?” he rags breathlessly, his gaze burning yours as you squint to readjust even in the low candlelight. “You would let me fuck you while others watch?” As he asks, he ruts hotly into your hip, his cock a warm mass you can feel through your gauzy dress.

“I would let you do anything to me,” you confess honestly. “Especially like this,” you point out, bucking your hips towards him, seeking friction against your aching, abandoned clit.

“Fuck… I love you,” Benedict wheezes and kisses the very breath from you, invading your mouth and making you swoon towards him. His passion can often be like a storm, and today is no different. 

You almost cry in victory when you feel him attack his trouser buttons, heaving breaths. Then he pushes you back into the bookcase with a force that almost winds you, his cock plunging into your soaked channel with no preamble, splitting you open and making you convulse hard around him, already coming from this alone, so long denied.

His hand clamps over your mouth as you scream, enraptured, him growling as you convulse around his cock. But even as you squirm and your mind scrambles, he offers no clemency, instantly beginning to thrust into you roughly. You cling on for dear life as he proceeds to fuck you so hard that the large books above you rattle ominously and you feel another orgasm rushing towards you at breakneck speed.

“Go on, come again,” he groans, sensing your proximity. “Make all the noise you wish,” he appends, changing the rules, uncaring now, greedily chasing his own completion.

It’s only a few moments of blinding pleasure before you shatter once more, the drag of his cock spearing hotly inside too much after being so thoroughly edged. Not wanting these urgent moments of lightning-quick sex interrupted, you barely make a sound, even given the permission you have to do so. Instead, you bury your face into his clothed shoulder and bite down, the wool itchy on your tongue as you scream into the fibres, fracturing again under his wonderous assault on your senses.

He has to grab your hips to keep you upright as you convulse and go limp, floating on a cloud of ecstasy. He grunts loudly and pushes deeper, a few more strokes before his whole body jolts in waves, going stock still as you feel his cock spurts heatedly into your hilt, and he effuses words of praise into your hair. 

For a few beats, there is nothing but panting breaths loudly in each other's ears, him seemingly reluctant to withdraw from your body.

“We should attend more dull Ton events,” you opine drolly as you recover the power of speech.

You feel his resulting chuckle inside as his cock slips from you. “Indeed we should,” he smiles lovingly, delicately removing the stocking from around your head and handing it to you to put back on as you both rearrange your clothing into an acceptable state.

Minutes later, he takes your arm, and you are rejoining the party, the picture of an impeccably elegant married couple. Still, as you retake your seats and he hands you a glass of champagne with a devoted, chase kiss to your temple, you suspect few other wives can feel cum dripping down their thighs and seeping into their stockings. Probably even fewer will find themselves screaming into their carriage curtains on the ride home as they get eaten assiduously from behind. Such is life as Mrs Benedict Bridgerton; frankly, you would not want it any other way.

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[konigbabe]

keep it quiet

Pairing: ID!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader | single dad AU

Word count: 2.2k

Tags/warnings: no y/n; smut; single dad Leon; breath play; p-in-v sex; praise kink; top!leon; blowjobs; slight face-fucking; female gendered anatomy

Summary: Just single dad Leon fucking you in the janitor's closet during class.

a/n: Canon ID!Leon is around 29 but Leon in this '"universe" is aged up to be in his 30s (age won't be specified but I imagine him to be in his mid-to-late 30s).

Written as part of my A to Z kinks game. Q is for a quickie.

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The pungent smell of bleach hangs heavy in the air, biting your nose with every breath you take; tangling with the bright citrus notes of Leon's cologne, a potent blend of bergamot and lemon. The two scents mingle and dance, a waltz of sharp and sweet.

It’s an unexpected combination. One that should’ve clashed, yet somehow they complement each other.

Your mind tries to process the conflicting sensations, but it’s a futile effort when every sense is consumed by the man behind you and the way his hips keep pistoning into you.

Sharp, short thrusts.

Each one driving his cock deeper into your body.

Angled so that the head of his cock kisses your cervix every time. With a fervor that steals your breath. Baths you in liquid fire.

Each thrust like a battering ram, slamming into you with a force that threatens to tear you apart.

Somehow, you find yourself holding on, clinging to the nearby shelf, like it’s the only thing keeping you anchored to this world. Knuckles straining, fingers curling over the smooth surface, a rush of heat courses through your veins as Leon's grip tightens ever so slightly.

"Fuck, Leon–"

Your whine tapers off, replaced by a deep, purring hum of satisfaction as Leon’s hand encircles your throat; exerting a gentle but firm grip that pulls you closer to him. Chin nestled on the base of your shoulder, his teeth glide across the tender underside of your ear.

A tingle starts at the nape of your neck and courses through your body, like a sparkling river of sensation.

The fluorescent light above flickers intermittently, casting a ghostly and eerie glow over the confined space. The hum of the light like a faint melody.

The grip on your hips dissipates; Leon’s other arm moves upwards. His palm hovers before your lips, the tip of his middle finger tracing the underside of your lip; heartbeat picking up.

"Open up fo’ me."

And you oblige. Without a second wasted, two of his fingers find their way into your mouth. Pressing against the wet muscle, teasing your tongue and coaxing it into action; hooking behind your teeth, you manage to swirl your tongue around the fingertips.

"That’s it–jus’ like that," his words come in a low, gravelly murmur. Dripping in satisfaction. Followed by a brush of his lips against the delicate shell of your ear. "Good girl."

His words flood your body with heat; every nerve alights. His voice a velvet caress. A balm to your soul. A sweet validation.

Nudging your legs further apart with his boot, you suck at his fingers one by one; giving each a secluded attention. Leon’s breath hitches when your tongue laps at the tip of his index finger; the weight of his forehead rests on the crown of your shoulder, lips parting in a gasp of pleasure.

It makes you moan, makes you quiver around him, akin to the flutter of a butterfly's wings.

Pushing your hips backwards, you meet the sharp plane of his pelvis as his fingers withdraw; a wet string smudged over your lower lip. Slickness coats your tongue, leaving a tangy taste in your mouth.

Leon's fingers sneak under the hunched material of your skirt, tracing a wet path over the exposed flesh of your thighs. His thumb lingers at the apex, applying just enough pressure to make you shiver, attempting to bite back a moan.

Lost in the sea of sensations that threaten to consume you.

The rough pads of his fingers find your clit; the pulsating nub throbs beneath his touch. It's as if a live wire is coursing through your body, electrifying every nerve ending. Leon’s fingers move in rhythm with his thrusts–

"Leon–fuck, don’t stop–Leon–"

Words mingle together. Mind too foggy. Too fucked up to comprehend a single sentence.

-the pressure enough to send you spiralling; making your breath come in ragged gasps, quiet mewls as his fingers dance over your sensitive flesh, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

A sweet ache coils in your belly, radiating outwards.

Both hands gripping a shelf on each side of the narrow closet, you feel like a marionette. Completely at his mercy. The wood creaks under your grasp, protesting the force of your grip. But you can't help it; the pleasure’s too intense, too all-consuming.

Leon's fingers work their magic; teasing and coaxing your body to the brink of orgasm. Each stroke and brush causing your walls to flutter, squeeze him delightfully; making his hips quake with every movement.

The heat between your legs intensifies, the wetness pooling and spilling over onto his cock. His thumb circles your clit, drawing it out and flicking it back in a rhythmic motion that has you on the edge.

Body like a coiled spring, wound tight and ready to snap, your hips push back.

Until the squeeze of his fingers on the side of your throat fades while leaving behind a warmth that lingers on your skin–

Every touch, every stroke, every kiss a building block, adding to the fire that’s burning inside you.

–and is replaced by a hand covering your mouth, stifling a sound that begins to surge from the depths of your being.

In a natural reaction, one of your hands shoots towards the intrusion, fingers wrapping around Leon’s wrist, feeling the cool material of his watch.

You moan when Leon’s hips still. Pelvis flush against the curve of your ass, buried to the brim, as if he's trying to meld his body with yours. His breath ghosts over your nape.

Footsteps echo through the door. Two sets of heels clicking against the polished concrete floor. You both freeze, bodies still tangled together in the cramped space.

You should be panicking, being seen like that. But the fire in your belly refuses to be quenched; your body a bundle of nerves, the thrill of excitement at the thought of being caught mingling with the heady rush of pleasure that Leon is coaxing from you. It's a dangerous game, one that sets your heart racing and your skin ablaze with need.

You’re sure they’ll hear the frantic thumping of your heart, the ragged gasps of breath that escape your lips.

Leon's grip on your jaw tightens, grounding you in the moment, urging you to focus only on the pleasure that he's giving you.

Instead, a whimper slips from your mouth, muffled by Leon’s hand when you feel the slow, deliberate slide of his cock out of your dripping wetness. Moving in slow motion as he withdraws, teasing you with just the tip of his throbbing cock still nestled inside you.

Every nerve in your body alive with anticipation, yearning for the moment when he will plunge back inside you, filling you up completely. You can feel the wetness coating his cock, and the slickness of your own desire as it clings to him, urging him to come back to you.

Your body’s a symphony of sensations, each note building on the last until it crescendos into a symphony of pleasure.

"Shhh," the short stubble grazes your cheek as he murmurs, leisurely drawing his cock back inside your slick heat; the footsteps grow louder, "wouldn’t want your fellow teachers seein’ you gettin’ stuffed by my cock in the janitor’s closet, would you?"

As Leon's hand exerts a gentle force on your parted lips, your head falls back, coming to rest on the sharp, angular edge of his clavicle. Capable of feeling every inch of him as he moves languidly within you, each thrust slow and deliberate, savoring the squeeze of your cunt on him.

Leon’s words, accompanied by a steady slide of his cock, capable of feeling every inch of him; it makes your core throb; your walls to tighten, emitting a gentle moan from the man behind you.

"You’re making noises too," you mumble, the words barely coherent in the midst of your ecstasy. Consumed by the heat of his body against yours, the scent of his mixed with the musky aroma of sex. The sound of his ragged breaths, guttural grunts and gentle moans of your name.

The rhythmic motion of his thrusts lulling you into a state of pure bliss.

"Can’t help it," his teeth graze your shoulder blade, "you just feel too good.." Emphasizing his words; Leon’s fingers pull from your aching nub before giving it a gentle slap. With a sudden shift, his hips deliver a sharp, forceful thrust, shattering the lazy rhythm he’d established earlier.

You inhale sharply at the unexpected sensation, but the burn of desire only intensifies.

Senses on overdrive, the footsteps pass. Leaving you and Leon alone again. It seems to drive him back deeper into you, his thrusts becoming more frenzied and urgent.

Leon’s fingers curl and stroke your clit, slow and steady, then faster, rougher, until—

Heat; A tidal wave of pleasure crashes over you, consuming every inch of your being. Your mind dissolves into a haze of pleasure, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy.

–a cry rips from your throat, echoing through the room. The tension snaps, leaving you panting, trembling, and utterly spent.

Cunt fluttering around Leon’s cock, his hands snap to grip your waist. His breathing’s heavy and ragged, matching the pace of his thrusts. He holds you close, his body flush against yours, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

"Fuck–’m gonna cum," his lips latch onto your pulsating jugular, feeling your violent heartbeat, "be good to me, get on your knees," he rasps, having a hard time formulating full sentences as the coil in his body tightens, threatening to unravel at any moment.

Hips snapping forward one last time, burying himself deep inside your leaking cunt, his breath hot against your skin before you obey.

A pathetic whine leaves your lips at the sudden emptiness when he pulls away, hands guiding you to turn around, putting pressure on your shoulders to make you sink down to your knees in front of him.

Jeans pushed down just enough to free himself, heat flushes your face at the sight of his cock, glistening with your cum. Not wasting time, your lips wrap around the spongy tip, tasting the salty tang of your own release mixed with the slightly sweet taste of his skin. Swirling around the sensitive head.

The taste floods your mouth. A heady mixture of musk and lust.

And you savor it. Like a rare delicacy.

"Fuck–look at you," Leon growls.

His eyes smolder with desire as he looks down at you, watching the way your lips stretch to accommodate him. A low, throaty moan of appreciation slips past his lips, his hand tightening in your hair as he urges you to take him deeper.

Eyes moving upwards, his chin is all you can see as he throws his head back, hand gripping the same shelf you were moments ago, knuckles white. The leather of his jacket creaks with the movement.

Coaxing out every drop of pleasure from his throbbing cock. The taste of him lingers in your mouth, a potent reminder of the pleasure you're bringing him.

Breathing becoming ragged, his body tenses under your hands.

Suddenly, his hips thrust forward with a sudden urgency that takes you by surprise. The head of his cock kisses the back of your throat for a second, causing you to lose your breath and withdraw as your gag reflex kicks in, eyes watering.

You can feel the wetness of your own saliva and his precum dribbling down your chin.

"Shit, sorry," he rumbles, eyes back on your kneeling form.

His gaze is glazed over with desire, and his hand moves from your hair to cup your cheek. He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, smearing the slickness across your skin.

"S’okay," you reassure him with a soft smile, "you can do that; just tell me next time."

He nods as your fingers wrap around his base, taking him back in eagerly, taking him as deep as you can, feeling his thick length stretching your mouth to its limits.

This time, you’re ready; relaxing your throat, you let him set the pace. Feeling the pressure at the back of your head as he guides your face towards his cock.

With each drive, he plunges deeper into your mouth. His body taut like a bowstring, every muscle coiled tight. You can feel the tension emanating from him in waves, his arousal thick in the air between you.

His cock swells inside of your mouth, pulsing with each beat of his heart. You can taste his desire, a heady mix of salt and musk that fills your senses.

Tapping his thigh, he stops his movements as you glide your lips along his cock, hand moving in the same rhythm.

You pick up the pace, tongue and lips working in perfect unison to coax out every last drop of his pleasure.

With a deep grunt of your name, he convulses, his body wracked with spasms of ecstasy. Fingernails scratch your scalp as he spills into your mouth, and you savor the taste of him, swallowing each salty, hot drop eagerly.

As he comes down from his high, he looks down at you with a mixture of awe and gratitude in his eyes.

"That’s A plus, miss teacher," he whispers, voice husky, pulling you up to stand in front of him.

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NSFW Alphabet-Feitan Portor

I never write headcanons really, but this is a great way to me to workshop information for my Janitor AI characters as well. Enjoy! Trigger Warnings: It's Feitan, is his own trigger warning. Mentions of blood, torture, etc...

A = Aftercare

At first, when Feitan just pays for sex, he doesn't bother with aftercare. In his mind, that's already been taken care of by the transaction. But when he meets you and realizes you have more needs than just physical, he begins to pay attention to your well-being. He starts by checking your body for any injuries or cuts and making sure they are taken care of. If necessary, he will bandage them up. Afterwards, he'll carry you to the bath and make sure all traces of blood and fluids are washed away. For less intense encounters without any kink involved, it takes a while but he eventually learns to enjoy having his arm around you and nuzzling into the back of your neck. He's not one for talking much, but this is his way of showing that he's there for you if you need anything.

B = Body Part

Feitan doesn't spend much time admiring his own appearance, so it's hard to say if he has a favorite body part. But on you, he loves your legs. From your thighs to your calves to the curve of your ass, he will mark every inch of them with his teeth or knife. Most likely both... definitely both.

C = Cum

Feitan may have a fit body, but that doesn't necessarily mean he eats great. Don't expect the taste to be great. It's quite watery, but there will definitely be a decent amount. He enjoys cumming inside you, but has no desire for baby-making, so his go-to options are either finishing on your face or your backside. It's clear this man has a thing for marking his territory.

D = Dirty Secret

I don’t think he has any secrets per se (well, maybe that’s not entirely accurate; he definitely HAS secrets), but scandalous secrets? He’d be transparent if you asked him about his history, and he’s probably been with both men and women. Maybe once or twice, Feitan and Phinks have tag-teamed someone – that's just the type of friends they are.

E = Experience

People tend to assume that Feitan is inexperienced or a virgin, but I believe the opposite is true. However, he has never been in a traditional relationship. In my opinion, both him and Phinks prefer to seek paid companionship when they feel the need, for their own personal reasons. It's simpler and faster, without having to deal with emotions. Feitan has specific "preference" and it's easiest for him to pay someone who is willing to indulge in his frustrations and kinks.

F = Favorite Position

It's hard to say what he wants more. On one hand, he loves seeing your face during sex – the way your expression changes when you climax or when he brings out his blade. But above all else, he just wants to make sure you're okay. He reads your body language and facial expressions, especially if you've taken on an intense scene. He has a safe word, of course, but he'll also stop if he senses that you're not using it properly.

On the other hand, sometimes he just wants to bend you over any available surface and fuck you until both of you are exhausted. These quickies usually happen when he's feeling particularly worked up or just needs a release. He'll grab your hair, push your face into whatever is nearby, and pull down your pants as he takes you from behind.

G = Goofy

Contrary to popular belief, Feitan is not as serious as he appears. While he may have a stoic demeanor, it does not mean he lacks a sense of humor. In the bedroom, his behavior can vary. When he takes on the role of Dom, he is completely focused and aware to avoid unleashing too much of his torture skills on you. However, during more casual moments like a quick morning romp, he may crack a smile and playfully nip at your skin in an attempt to make you laugh.

H = Hair

Feitan isn't a very hairy person, with smooth skin all over his body. He has a slight trail of hair that leads down to a small patch of black hair. While it may not be perfectly groomed, it doesn't bother him much. When it comes to his partner, the amount or style of hair they have is of no concern to Feitan; he enjoys them regardless.

I = Intimacy

If Feitan is transitioning from paying for sex to pursuing a relationship with you, congratulations - you have reached an intimate level. For him, this is already a huge step, so if there is anything specific you want, you may need to communicate it clearly. As his feelings for you deepen over time, he may start to appreciate the softer moments between you, even though he might never say so out loud.

J = Jack Off

I don't think he masturbates frequently. It's not because he lacks interest, but rather because he is very self-aware and in control of his body. However, if you were to ask him to do it or even let you do it for him while he lays back on the bed and watches, he would absolutely be up for it.

K = Kink

It goes without saying, we all know he's a dominant, but not in the conventional sense. He craves control and isn't afraid to use restraints. But for Feitan, it's about more than just physical pleasure. He wants to leave his mark on you, carve his symbol into your skin, use ropes that bite into your flesh. The feeling of your blood on his skin is intoxicating to him, and he would savor the opportunity to cut you open and bathe in it. It would be even more thrilling if you possessed a Nen ability with enhanced healing capabilities. He enjoys blood but is not interested in any other bodily fluids. His marking kink would involve carving his name or number onto your skin; in my imagination, you have a "2" engraved somewhere on you.

L = Location

Feitan is not one to hold back; when he wants you, he takes you. However, his preference would be in a bed or a special room akin to the one he uses for his victims, where he can unleash without worry of making a mess.

M = Motivation

Before you came into his life, he would only get in the mood after a demanding job or if it had been a while since his last encounter. But with you around, even simple activities like washing dishes or reading a book can make Feitan ready to go. Just one look from you and he's all fired up.

N = No

I don't believe he has any interest in anything involving feces or urine; it's just not his type of kink. It's not that he finds it disgusting, it's just not something he enjoys. But with almost anything else, even things he initially may not like, I feel like if you persist enough, he'll eventually give in and try it.

O = Oral

He's a giver, through and through. He will bury his face between your thighs, losing himself in the moment until he's dizzy and gasping for breath. Even then, he won't pull away. He'll lick, suck, and maybe even bite if he feels like it. By the time he's finished, every inch of his face will be slick, and his eyes will be wild and primal as he looks at you. And if you try to tell him to stop, it will only fuel his fire. Keep that in mind before you ask him to ease up.

P = Pace

It's always a 50/50 gamble with him. I wouldn't say it's sensual, but he definitely likes to take his time. If you agree to a rougher scene, where he can let loose and show off all his skills, be prepared to be tied up and at his mercy for hours. He may even leave you there, tied up and sweating, before coming back to start the whole thing over again.

But all of this is just the warm-up before he even enters you. When he's finally ready for the final round, he will take you hard. The bed will shake on its rails and the headboard will slam against the walls. And it's absolutely incredible.

Q = Quickie

Feitan doesn't mind a quickie, especially when you're in the middle of a mission and there isn't enough time for a longer session. He has impressive self-control, so if you're not feeling up for it, he's okay with that. However, he also knows that you can't resist him when he asks.

R = Risk

Risk? Feitan doesn't even comprehend the concept, especially when it comes to sex. So what if the other Troupe members might overhear or walk in? Who cares if they fuck during a job and the target might catch them in the act? Feitan would simply eliminate any witnesses and continue as he pleases.

S = Stamina

Oh dear, your body is in for a rough time. When Feitan gets riled up, you'll be in for an extended bout of physical activity. Thanks to his rigorous Nen training and natural stamina, he doesn't tire easily. You'll probably lose consciousness long before he's finished, but even then, he'll likely continue on without missing a beat.

T = Toy

If by toys you're referring to the collection of knives, ropes, and gags he uses for his regular torturing sessions, then yes, those are his "toys." However, I have a feeling that once you explore his kinky side with him, he would have a separate set of these items just for personal use. Some people headcanon that he's dirty or gross, but in reality, he's canonically a germaphobe. He wouldn't want any blood or fluids from his victims to touch you. In fact, I bet he would even invest in a high-quality vibrator for other types of "torture."

U = Unfair

This is Feitan's domain. He takes pleasure in teasing you in every possible manner. He considers himself a master of all forms of torture and you are his favorite subject for experimentation. You better not cum without his permission, or there will be consequences. I can't help but wonder if there's a hint of masochism in him, deliberately prolonging his own orgasm until it becomes unbearable.

V = Volume

Feitan's voice is naturally soft, so he doesn't make much noise during sex. But that doesn't mean he's silent; his words are like whispers in your ear, filled with degrading comments and descriptions of what he plans to do next. He watches closely for your reactions to his words, using them to gauge your pleasure.

W = Wild Card

Feitan may not even realize it, but he’s a tsundere with yandere tendencies. He is fixated on you and will go to great lengths to gather information about you. He sees it as a way to bond with you. Your past and relationships with others hold little importance to him unless he can use them to manipulate you. He pays close attention to every detail about you for his own gratification. While this can lead to unexpected surprises, there is a fine line between showing affection and being overly possessive.

X = X-Ray

Let me begin by saying that size isn't always the most important thing. However, that doesn't mean Feitan is lacking in that department. He may not impress when flaccid with a modest 2 inches, but he definitely makes up for it with a solid 5 inches when fully aroused. "Size not matter in fight… or in bed."

Y = Yearning

Feitan has an above average drive and libido, but an even higher level of self-control. He can easily suppress any desires he may have, but when the opportunity arises, be prepared for him to let loose. After finishing a job, it's best to take a few days off because you won't be able to walk afterwards.

Z = ZZZ

I can hardly imagine him getting any sleep at all. I'm sure he does, but as a long time Spider, he has likely trained his body to function on minimal rest. Those rare moments after sex, when everything is calm and still, may be the only times where he truly lets himself relax, though. Even then, it's probably only momentary.

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