#minors dont touch

[sleepingdeath-light]

red and the wolf ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 974

content ; sexually explicit content, dirty talk, slight praise kink, penetrative sex

fandom ; mystic messenger

pairing ; hyun ryu / zen x gender neutral reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

When your boyfriend had called himself 'a wolf' in the bedroom you'd just brushed it off as a joke about him having a high libido (which your perpetually aching thighs and few dozen pairs of ruined underwear could attest to). But now, with him looming over you in with those sparkling, perfectly white teeth, and glimmering red eyes, and that deep voice that sounded like something between a growl and a whisper, you couldn't help but think he was being far more literal than you'd initially given him credit for.

Not that you were complaining, of course, it was nice to be manhandled every once in a while — even if all of the filth falling from those beautiful lips of his was starting to drive you mad.

Zen urged you to be loud, to make as much noise as you want and more — leaning down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear and whispering in that heavy evening voice of his to ask if you can be 'louder' for him. Practically begging you to keep making all of those 'pretty noises' you know he loves. And every whimper and moan and gasp earned you a cuss, or a grunt, or a perfectly angled thrust of his cock straight into that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. A reward for your obedience punctuated by wet, messy kisses to your lips that were more tongue and teeth than anything else (oh how swollen your lips would be tomorrow, marred with the indents of his teeth and your own, bitten so deeply that you could already taste your own coppery blood on your tongue despite how young the night still was).

He downright worshipped your body between thrusts: groping at every ridge, and swell, and dip, and scar — complimenting each part of you with an earnestness that you knew better than to dispute. Calling you 'hot', 'sexy', and 'all mine' as he sucked, bit, and marked his way along your throat and jaw. Tenderly lapping at your pulse point and chuckling when he felt it jump after a particularly playful slap to your backside. He playfully calls you his 'little pet'; the 'red' to his 'wolf' — and he mouths wet promises against your throat of not stopping until the mattress is hanging off of the bed and you're both too tired to go on (and with his stamina, well… you'll surely have a long night ahead of you).

He then effortlessly lifted your trembling thigh with one hand to wrap it around his waist, feeling the muscles of his abdomen pressing into your skin as he pressed his muscular chest down against yours. And in that same husky voice, Zen praised you for taking him 'so well' tonight, words that barely reach you as you’re far too close to climax to notice much beyond how good it feels to have him touching you and the waves of pleasant heat washing over your body as you start to mount your peak.

Clearly he’s not too far behind as you can just about see him gritting his teeth through your hazy vision as he tried his best to last out for you. Pace quickening and deepening as he eagerly chased your high and chased your lips with his own with the same amount of ferocity you’d come to expect from him, calling you 'perfect', and 'made for me', and telling you how you feel 'so fucking good, babe,'. Each broken phrase an island of coherence amongst the endless stream of growls, and moans, and grunts that slip from his lips as he pounds his hips into yours and fills your hole with his dick in that way you love (and how could you not?).

Long strands of white hair fall over his shoulders and out of his up-do, tickling your nose and sticking to the sweat covering your body and face as you started to rapidly approach your climax. But by now you're too distracted by the way it felt to be stretched out on that pretty cock of his, and the distant sensation of him slipping one of those large, soft hands into yours and holding it tightly — grounding you in the same way that he was kept grounded by the sharp stinging pain of your fingernails digging into the toned, pale expanse of his shoulders and back — to care about anything like that. Even the fuzzy sound of his voice praising you, and cussing, and grunting and moaning against your lips (and jaw and cheeks and throat, always moving and marking and loving you) was too distant to your muddy mind for you to truly notice or understand beyond your short responses in the shape of moans and whimpers.

Then something snaps and the world around you comes crashing down, washed away with what remained of your coherent thoughts by the torrent of burning pleasure that wracked through your body. Kept in that blissful, whited-out place by his soft lips, and endless flirting, and expert thrusting as you lost yourself in the pounding of your heart, and the aching of your lungs, and the intense sensations that left your whole body limp and trembling, and your entrance pulsing and fluttering around your Zen. No longer able to do anything but moan, and gasp, and whimper until your throat was too hoarse to do even that.

And Zen (your Zen, your wolf) followed soon after with a loud cry (howl, even) of your name as he filled you completely with his seed. Pressing his sweat slicked forehead against yours as you both try and catch your breath. Completely messy and blissed out and in love; red and their wolf, basking in the musky afterglow before going straight back into the fray the moment you had both come back down to earth.

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #minors dni #minors dont touch #minors fuck off #smut #smut fic #mysme smut #mysme x reader #zen smut #zen x reader #mystic messenger smut #mystic messenger x reader

[kurokrisps]

I just wanted to toy with comics again. I didn't even have it planned out, I just drew May ranting first and then made the dialogue after. The punchline was gonna be about pancakes...but I changed it to waffles cus I'm clever.

#somethings wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj #sunny day jack #sdj fanart #sdj oc #oc: may #comic #fan comic #grayscale #partial nudity #minors dont touch #kuro art

[apatheticftm]

im feeling dominant but in a bratty way thatll end up with me tied up being edged over over again tbh

#nsft edging #mlm nsft #t4t mlm nsft #t4t nsft #sub posting #bottomposting #nsft brat #minors dni #hornyposting #autistic nsft #minors dont touch

[nyxknows]

Please make me suck you off while you're in a discord call with your friends and choke me harder every time I accidentally get too loud

#nsft #demigirl #queer #praisekink #choking #minors dont touch #discordkitten #angel

[tigerlily980]

They are running from Alan jdjdjdjdjd (Sally in the speech bubble belongs to @lafatis)

((You can visit the Instagram version to see what song I picked for it.))

#my dear hatchet man #mdhm game #mdhm alan #my dear hatchet man fanart #mdhm mc #mdhm #mdhm serena #mdhm sally #mdhm oc #minors will be blocked #minors dont touch #digital art #my artwok #yandere

[rttnpnkpmpkn]

You know… people may not care about how their actions may affect everyone else in the future until they themselves get into deep shizz, and I don’t care if I hurt those kind of people’s feelings by blocking them and letting them know what a f▪️king pain they’re being when people think we’re responsible for babysitting any random stranger who’s perusing our blogs!

Stay out of 18+ blogs if you’re a minor… Don’t ever lie about your age to bypass restrictions… and most certainly, always be wary about the people you meet online.

I’m saying this as you have yourself to look out for. Not everyone has the luxury of having a safety net, and you need to be reminded of that.

You want to prove that you’re mature? Follow our terms and wait until you’re older. The fact that I have to remind people of this makes my blood boil because I’m only drawing and having to avoid stepping on a landmine because there are stupid people of all varieties in the world,, and we have to suffer indirectly because of them.

I’m saying this again, because this time I keep having kids bypassing my restrictions on my Instagram when I clearly had it set up for those 18 and older.

I know I can’t maintain everyone within age range, but I let them know how angry I am feeling.

Take your headaches of friends and leave! 💢🫵

#minors dont touch #pumkingart #vent #im so angry #psa

[malleux]

Hi can I request a drabble of a make-out session with albedo and you end up finding out this star birthmark is super sensitive. More of a dominant reader if that's ok ^^

Tyy <3

my star.

-> albedo x gn!reader

-> warnings: MDNI 18+, making out, groping, hickeys

a/n: im very rusty when it comes to more spicy scenes so I really apologize if this is awkward or doesn't flow well. im very tired but I knew I needed to get something out haha

The stars had always been your favorite.

The unpolluted sky shined brightly upon you and the field you laid upon, illuminating you enough to see where you were but not enough to allow any prying eyes to witness. Not that you would care, except for one thing. 

The reputation of your lover, who laid quietly beside you. 

You didn’t question his silence, figuring that he was simply trying to relax after a long day of studying. His fingers playing with your hair were enough to let you know that he was still awake and here– with you. 

Your own fingers were curled up in the fabric of his shirt, the silk cooling the heat of your body as you laid against him. 

“How was your day?”

“Better, now that I’m here.” 

You tried to ignore the flutter in your stomach at Albedo’s words, instead smiling and looking up at him. His eyes were soft, already gazing down at you with pure adoration. The air around you seemed to shift, and you leaned up on your elbow, cupping his cheek with your free hand and bringing your lips to his. 

It was the first kiss of the night, but certainly not the last. Each one after that gradually made your insides hotter and hotter and soon enough, you were straddled across Albedo’s lap, his hands resting on your thighs while yours tangled in the hair on the nape of his neck. 

Gradually, you peppered kisses along his cheek, trailing down to his jaw, then his neck. Soft breaths sharpened the further down you went, but when Albedo let out a small moan, you had to pause. 

Your lips had ghosted along the star in the middle of his throat. You didn’t know it was as sensitive as it was, but this was the first time you had really tried to take control of yours and Albedo’s little passionate escapades, so it was understandable. But after seeing just what you do to him, you knew you’d have to take control more often. You smirked, pulling away and meeting Albedo’s eyes.

“You like that?”

He nodded. 

“Use your words, ‘Bedo.” 

“Y-yeah.” He swallowed, and you couldn’t help but watch his throat bob up and down. “A lot.”

At that, you went down again, pressing kisses everywhere around the star, yet avoiding the spot exactly. Albedo squirmed beneath you, obviously impatient for the stimulation that you were denying him. You loved seeing this side of him, all vulnerable and needy for just you. It boosted your ego– no wonder Albedo liked being in control so much. After this, though, you had a feeling he’d be a little more receptive to being beneath you. 

Finally, you gave into temptation and attached your lips to his marking, making a louder moan erupt from his throat. You felt Albedo’s body flush as you began sucking on the star itself, determined to leave a little mark. Albedo would struggle to hide it tomorrow, but it was just payback for all the times he did the same to you. 

Albedo’s fingers laced themselves in your hair, pulling you up from his neck and placing his lips back onto yours. One hand moved down to grope your waist while you rubbed your own hands down his chest, lifting his shirt and touching his bare skin. He shivered under your touch. You got to the hem of his pants before he pulled away and gently held your wrists, shaking his head. 

“Not tonight, my dear. I just want to enjoy this moment with you.”

You smiled at Albedo and laid back down, but not before placing one last kiss upon the now-bruised star and smoothing out his shirt. He rested his head on yours, returning your kiss with one to the top of your head. 

“I love you.” You heard him whisper as you returned your gaze to the sky.

The stars that shined above were certainly beautiful, but they didn’t hold a candle to the man beside you. 

The love of your life– your star. 

“I love you too.”

#lay speaks #fic blog #x reader #fanfiction #writing #genshin impact #lay writes #genshin impact x reader #asks #anons #albedo genshin impact #albedo x reader #albedo x gender neutral reader #albedo genshin #not sfw #mdni #minors dont touch

[reds-self-shipsafterdark]

Imagine your robot F/O using and fucking you over and over and over again, bragging how robots are stronger and complaining how humans barely last compared to them.

“Stupid human, can’t even manage 837 rounds,” they say, with their cum (or nearest equivalent) practically dripping out of your ears as they mount you for Round 839.

[All banners described in alt text]

#nsft self shipping #minors dont touch #minors dont look #minors dni #no minors please #not safe for minors #robot f/o #robot fucker

[kalevalakryze]

Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze / The Armorer Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, The Armorer (The Mandalorian) Warnings: 18+ content, smut Notes: minors dni, still chipping away at the long road to get better at writing smut lmao , i took armoralor's textposts like a to-do list, but also i can't just not make it soft at the end, i love my babes soo much okay

Read on AO3: Throne Room

#bo katan kryze #the armorer #bo katan x the armorer #nitearmor #take off your helmet #star wars #the mandalorian #smut #fic writing #minors dont touch #don't look at me #lmao #i'm trying #i need sleep #help lol

[sleepingdeath-light]

the concubine ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 1036

content ; sexually explicit content, oral (male receiving), implied dom/sub dynamic, referenced praise/worship kink, implied size kink, getting caught/semi public sex

fandom ; marvel cinematic universe / thor films

pairing ; king!loki odinson x non binary afab reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

The role of the concubine was to serve their prince without question or hesitation, to give mind and body in equal measure the second it is asked of them, and to make themselves available at a moment's notice if they are called upon. These traits of willingness, obedience, and sensuality were ones that you'd embodied perfectly for centuries as you loyally served the royal family of Asgard in the only way you could — servicing and pleasuring their youngest prince more times than you could ever hope to count over the millennia you'd known each other; earning you the title of his favourite servant, which he’d often make known whenever such things were discussed amidst the drunken whispers and seedy gossiping of royal feasts.

This favouritism was precisely why you had been the first one called upon when your dear prince had been crowned as the reigning monarch in his brother's absence (well, in truth it was more accurately described as exile but nobody wished to utter such filthy words about dear Thor). Summoned to the throne room by messenger — whose arrival had caused quite the uproar amongst your fellow private servants, which was only made worse by her insistence on you being the only one to come with her — and escorted by a dozen or so guards to meet with your new king. Though, of course, meet was more of a polite euphemism for what you’d been called upon to do, as you fully intended to help him celebrate in ways only a concubine could: with you on your knees, pleasuring him eagerly wherever and however he wished.

So that is exactly what you did.

—————

The coldness of the throne room floor seeped up through your sheer robe and chilled the skin of your calves as you knelt on it, with the only reprieve being the distracting feeling of his large slender hands in your hair and his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. He was big, to put it bluntly: long, and thick, and intimidating enough that most would choke before even wrapping their lips around the pinkish tip — a cock befitting of a god such as himself if ever there was such a thing. As pretty as a dick could be, yet so imposing that you couldn’t help but want to worship it whenever you laid eyes upon it.

And worship you did: reaching up with one hand to gently, tenderly, massage his balls whilst the other grasped at one of the strong, leather clad, thighs on either side of your head just to try and keep yourself steady and upright; running the flat of your tongue along the velvety length of his shaft, circling the pointed tip along the swollen head before taking it between your lips and lightly sucking on it — repeating the process over and over again, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth each time as you readjusted to his size; taking him to the hilt every couple of seconds, not stopping until you could feel the leaking tip hit the back of your throat, then starting to bob your head and hollow your cheeks whilst humming softly around his cock — watching through your eyelashes as he bit down on his lower lip, furrowed his brow and let his head fall back against the ancient golden headrest behind him. He truly was a work of art; more than worthy of being called a god, and you earnestly told him as much whenever you pulled away for a sparse few moments to catch your breath.

Whispering about how 'large' and 'handsome' his cock was, repeating how 'honoured' you were to be permitted to pleasure him, and calling him 'my king', 'my lord' and 'my god' in between high pitched gasps when you felt the familiar tingling of his magic starting to worm its way between your thighs. Savouring the flavour of him as small pearls of precum slipped from his slit, eagerly swallowing all he had to give even as your legs started to sting and grow numb. Basking in every sound he made because of you — every moan and groan that he tried to muffle by biting down on his glove clad hand, every grunt that punctuated his hips bucking up into your mouth, every low whisper of praise ('just like that,') or command ('keep on going, pet,', 'don't stop until I tell you to,') that he gave to you, and that you followed without the slightest hint of hesitation in your mind or demeanour.

How very well trained.

And, too distracted by the smell of his musk and the heaviness of his length on your tongue as you took him to the hilt once again, you didn’t manage to hear the sound of footsteps approaching the throne room from behind you in time to save your, and more importantly your king’s, dignity. And Loki, completely caught up in the hot tense feeling of his approaching climax and swirling thoughts of what he’d do to you next, didn’t even realise that anyone else was near enough to catch you until it was too late. His superior senses dulled by hazy pleasure until those footsteps came to an abrupt halt and his eyes snapped open to see one of his many guards, mouth agape in shock and frozen in place as he processed exactly what he’d walked in on.

Thankfully all it took was your king yelling at him to ‘get out!’ and scolding him for not seeing that he was clearly ‘busy’ for the unfortunate young man to scurry off with his tail between his legs. Though the mood was very much so ruined after that.

You’d have to continue this somewhere more private later, your king had to do some damage control…

#sleepingdeath #non binary reader smut #afab reader smut #smut #smut fic #minors dni #minors fuck off #minors dont touch #loki laufeyson x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki x reader #loki smut #loki odinson smut #loki laufeyson smut #marvel x reader #marvel smut

[ilyas-salty-bitters]

begging for a Julian x OC or Lucio x OC rp I’ll literally write for either of them I just have so much muse pls interact or just add me

rainywoes#1552

#the arcana #julian devorak #julian route #julian x mc #julian arcana #the arcana roleplay #julian x reader #ilya devorak #roleplay #lucio arcana #lucio x mc #lucio x apprentice #lucio montag #montag morgasson #Julian devorak rp #lucio morgasson #new rp #romance #minors dont read #minors dont touch #minors do not interact

[chaoticaart]

them 🖤💛

#sero x kaminari #serokami #bnha fanart #minors dont touch #minors dni #my hero academia #sero hanta #denki kaminari #boku no hero academia #kamisero #mha fanart #digital art

[sleepy-stars-room]

“we’ll always have this summer” ✨

purpose of this post series: a post keeping track of what fics I’ve been wanting to read and leave feedback for! this one is a bit special b/c it’s written by a wonderful friend of mine hehe <3

additional note(s): let’s enjoy the chaos as I read through this fic, you’re welcome to join, and leave reactions. YALL IDK HOW LONG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR EMMA TO WRITE A FIC FOR HOON LIKE 😩 being down bad for hoon and emma’s writing !! what a win 😌 

oh oh AND THIS IS A 18+ WORK SO MDNI!!!

this post is for ENHYPEN - Sunghoon (if you couldn’t already tell)

↓ click on read more to see my reactions + review ↓

we’ll always have this summer - psh  by @asahicore​

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader (afab, she/her)

fic type: written fic | word count: 25,727

genre: romance, comedy, idiots-to-lovers, university au | warnings: food, hoon is a horse nerd, parents arent always the greatest, smut so MDNI !!! (oral m and f receiving, lots of making out, sub!hoon x dom!reader, nicknames, slight praise kink, marking, vaginal penetration, outdoor sex)

summary: Your mom ruins your summer plans by sending you to the equestrian center your grandmother owns in the south of France, wanting you to spend some time away from the city and take a break from your med studies. Although you’d been determined to spend the worst time of your life there, you soon find out that maybe the cold boy next door who doesn’t want to talk to you and loves horses might actually turn this summer into the best one of your life.

my additional notes: omg ash another note?? yes. WAIT LMAO I JUST HAVE TO EXPRESS THIS B/C LOSING MY SHIT RN! ITS FUCKING A SUB HOON OMLLL YESSS WE LOVE TO SEE IT! I LIVE FOR SUB! ENHA OR MEN IN GENERAL TOO THEY DESERVE LOVE TOO 😩 like let me take control <3 

okay enough of this, time to read it, enjoy it, and rave & review it! emma if you see this which I’m sure you will, ily and be ready for some lengthy ass review which is mostly me screaming about how good it is <33

review post 

take this a fic rec!! much love to you for those who follow me and yeah :)

signing off with love

- ash

#radiant reads + reviews! #emma <3 #enhypen x reader #sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon imagine #sunghoon fic #park sunghoon #enhypen smut #minors dont touch

[nyxknows]

waiittt don't pull out when we both finish i want to warm your cock and i dont want your cum to spill 🥺

#nsft #demigirl #minors dont touch #transfem #gothgf #wlw #queer #praisekink #sapphic #angel #i love my girlfriend's cock

[tigerlily980]

I didn’t feel good today but probably not an excuse to not motivate myself or better myself so here’s some doodles I made on requests of some friends (huge fan of Moral Orel btw)

#ignore baby einstein #it was an attempt #to make a character cute a friend knew #without any reference #moral orel #adult cartoons #moral orel bloberta #bloberta fanart #bloberta puppington #anime art #orel puppington #minors dont touch

[sleepingdeath-bboys]

sanctuary ; 18+

pairing ; jamie winton x female!reader

requested by ; anonymous

word count ; 2544

warnings ; unprotected sex, slightly dominant jamie (verrrrry slight), porn with minimal plot

note ; similarly not 100% on my characterisation of jamie so will probably edit or rewrite this at some point

read also on ; ao3 | wattpad

Peace, for most people, can mean many different things — a veritable baker's dozen definitions each affixed with their own exceptions and caveats that change from person to person. One man's peace could be another man's struggle and strain, and vice versa.

For some, peace was synonymous with a warm cup of cocoa on a cold day. When you're nice and dry in oversized clothes by the iced over window as rain pitter-patters against the glass — half open or entirely closed — with a half-read, dog-eared book to your side and the real world in full view. A day off; a holiday; a blissful autumn or mid winter morning.

For others, peace meant a hike in the wilderness with your best friends and fields of luscious green sprawling out for miles in every direction. It meant breathless inclines and cold cooked meals sat overlooking a remarkable view you'd be damned if you didn't capture by photo or by painting. A hill; a cliff side; a national park where you're both alone and in good company.

For others still, peace was company where you're never able to catch your breath between each round of laughter and jokes and drinking. Where you have loved one's on either side all huddled so close together that you're sure that you'll end up melting into one another by the end of the evening, always finding something or even nothing to talk about. Close friends; family; a conversation that never ends until it does and you all go home feeling fuller despite having had nothing to eat.

For you, though, peace was Jamie, your boyfriend of just over a year. It was quiet nights in after hectic days out where you could just lay in each other’s arms and let the rest of the world fade away as you bask in the warmth he so freely gave you. Baggy red hoodies; eggs on toast; shy, almost awkward smiles that are shared between nervous laughter as you make love for the hundredth time with all the messiness and laughter of teenagers.

And never had there been a moment where you craved his touch so severely as today — as you stumbled through the doorway with hair sticking out every which way and your work clothes thoroughly creased and ruffled. As you kicked off your heels to some random corner of the entryway (an action you’d be sure to regret in the morning yet couldn’t find it in yourself to care) and slung your coat lazily on its hook you found yourself calling out for him, eyes scanning the living room and what you could see of the kitchen in a desperate attempt to seek out a sanctuary from your, quite frankly horrid, work day.

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When you finally got a response, you hurriedly emptied your pockets of your keys and whatever random junk you’d happened to pick up that day, before rushing towards the kitchen to greet your beloved boyfriend. Though thankfully for you, you didn’t need to make the full trip as Jamie quickly emerged and met you half way, still drying his hands on a raggedy old tea towel when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a much needed kiss — which he, of course, was quick to reciprocate whilst trying to not wet your clothes with his hands.

“I missed you,” you finally said after you broke away, leaning forwards to nuzzle you nose against his, “today was bloody awful, Jamie.”

“I know the feeling,” he responded quietly, kissing the bridge of your nose before resting his forehead against yours, “my day felt like it was going to go own forever.”

“Seems the universe is plotting against us again, huh?” You joked, giggling when you noticed a small smile worming its way onto your love’s face.

“Seems so,” he joked in kind, pulling back just enough to press another chaste kiss to your lips before moving further back, “I’ll be back in a moment; just gonna go put this tea towel away.”

“Sure thing, love.”

And then a wonderful idea popped into your head, one that you were more than certain Jamie would be happy to partake in. Stress relief of the best kind, and all you needed to do was wait a few short seconds.

————

The moment Jamie re-entered the sitting room, you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck and started lightly toying with the hair on the back of his neck, smiling brightly when he rested his hands on your waist and started drawing circles on your hips with his thumbs.

“I missed you today,” you began almost coquettishly, looking up at him through your eyelashes as his cheeks flushed with the suggestion of your tone, “everything was so terrible I just couldn’t wait to get home and see you, Jamie.”

“I-I,” he cleared his throat and started again in a much more certain tone, punctuating his statement by chastely kissing the tip of your nose, “I missed you too, love; I always miss you when I’m at work. You know that, right?”

“Of course I do!” You leaned back with feigned, exaggerated shock, placing a hand over your heart in mock-hurt, “Quite frankly, dear, I’m offended at the mere suggestion!”

Jamie laughed and gently shook his head, catching on to your game somewhat as he continued, “My apologies; will you let me make it up to you?”

You leaned towards him and tilted your head in faux-confusion, a smile teasing at the edge of your lips as you felt your precious stresses beginning to melt away bit by bit. “And how would you suggest you should do that?”

“Bedroom?” He asked with a cheeky grin on his face, cheeks flushed a slightly deeper shade than before.

“I thought you’d never ask!” You teased, moving to chastely kiss him on the lips before you both hurried up the stairs and into your shared room with all the eagerness of teenagers on a time crunch.

————

You removed each other’s clothes in a desperate flurry of flailing limbs and flying fabric sent to varying nooks and crannies about your room in creased balls of buttons and zips and pockets that weren’t as empty as they should have been. First jackets and ties and shirts and trousers then your underwear was sent careening onto the desk on the bedroom’s far side — a mixture of colours, including Jamie’s pink boxers, that contrasted heavily with the plain wooden surface they landed on as you tripped over yourselves and each other in your mad scramble to undress. It was truly its own brand of chaotic, but in the most wonderful of ways as it allowed you to get exactly what you wanted as quickly as possible.

Jamie’s hands once again landed on your hips, lightly massaging their way up your sides and back down again in a soothing rhythm as your own hands tangled in his hair and tugged him towards you and into a passionate kiss. Tongues met messily and teeth met lips in a not-entirely-unpleasant way as you walked him backwards towards your bed and carefully straddled his lap, only breaking the kiss for a brief moment as Jamie laid back completely and began ushering you up his body.

Seemingly sensing your hesitation, Jamie pulled back and gave you that shy smile of his as he assured you that it’s fine and he wanted to please you — that he can wait. All but silencing the protests threatening to spill from your lips with a single phrase before repositioning you to sit on his face.

“I can wait a few minutes; you look more stressed than I do and I just really want to make you feel good right now. Okay?”

And how could you say no when those beautiful brown eyes were looking up at you from between your thighs as if you were the most beautiful thing in creation. As if you were Aphrodite herself.

So, with waning reluctance, you carefully moved yourself over him and began slowly lowering yourself onto his mouth, assured when his hands moved down to your thighs to catch you and as he gave you another one of his beautiful, loving smiles. Damn him and his want to please you — but you couldn’t really complain too much in the end; you were still benefitting from it, after all.

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Once you were a comfortable and close few millimetres from his mouth, Jamie parted his lips and licked a long stripe along your slit with the very tip of his tongue, seemingly testing the waters and being spurred on by the low groan that escaped you. Then, much more confident, he began to lick you in a decently quick pace; alternating between long stripes with the flat of his tongue and using the very tip to trace circles and figure eights on your sensitive bud. Every movement, every ministration, seemed perfectly designed to have you keening and arching your back from touch alone — yet the sheepish messiness and occasional breakaways to press chaste kisses to the insides of your thighs was entirely Jamie.

A delightful mixture of your love’s affection and his drive to please you sent you spiralling into yourself as the coil within your abdomen wound tighter and tighter at the thought.

Oh and lord the sight of him! Those beautiful, wide brown eyes peering up at you from between your thighs, irises sparking with the purest adoration and affection as he diligently delivered you with his mouth. As he whispered the sweetest praise against your sex and kissed each inch of plush skin in his reach whenever he broke for breath. Beautiful; devoted; loving and above all so very much himself throughout.

But you were completely lost the moment he removed one hand from your thigh and introduced a few of those long, slender fingers into the thick of things. First one, then two and even three plunging into your dripping pussy and fingering, scissoring, crooking into your sweet-spot over and over again in time with the gentle suckling on your clit. It was a dangerous, addictive rhythm that had you grinding onto his tongue and burying your fingers in his soft hair and crying out his name as you fell over the edge for the first time.

White vision; white noise; white static tingling across your body as you praised him and prayed for more — prayed to him like a messiah or prophet as you came. Thinking of nothing and of him at the same time as he lovingly guided you through your climax before carefully, gently, laid you on your back in the centre of the bed and positioned himself between your open legs, waiting eagerly for your go ahead.

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After a good minute or so you finally came to and reached out for Jamie, pressing a series of chaste kisses about his face and revelling in the closeness your position provided. You started with his forehead, then travelled down the bridge of his nose and then to his lips before moving up again to his cheeks, then his eyelids until, finally satisfied, you pulled back and grinned at him. And, unable to not notice your boyfriend’s now notably dishevelled appearance, you giggled lightly and pulled him into a more passionate kiss, muttering your insistence that he fuck you against his lips.

And, for his part, Jamie immediately complied — not breaking the kiss as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist and slowly, carefully pushed himself inside of you. Inch by inch by inch you could feel him stretching you out — to the brink, even — but you always felt the stretch. The delicious mixture of pain and pleasure that promised pure bliss in the moment and those delightful aches the morning after that Jamie would surely apologise for no matter how many times you assured him you enjoyed it.

But for as large as Jamie is (and for as much of a bulge there is when he’s inside of you), he’s always so terribly considerate and gentle with you; treating you as if you were made from a delicate porcelain or glass. He’ll cling to you tightly, kissing you as if you’ll disappear the moment he lets go, but every thrust into your soaked pussy is so slow and gentle — so concerned for your well-being, at least towards the start.

Once he’s certain you’ve adjusted (and after you’ve downright begged him to move), he’ll start slowly and shallowly thrusting into you, never fully pulling out but doing enough that you can hear the distinctly wet sound of him taking you. In and out; a few inches at a time. Enough to feel something but not enough of him to sate you.

So you start begging, assuring him that you can take him, promising him it won’t hurt in murmurs against his lips that he greedily swallows along with your plentiful moans and groans and whimpers and sighs.

“Please, please, please, please —”

“Jamie, honey, please,”

“I can take it, please”

“Honey please just go faster it won’t hurt me, I promise,”

With every beg and plea Jamie’s resistance wanes a bit more until he’s fully compliant and starts giving you his all, thrusting a little harder and plenty deeper with each stroke. You can feel every thick inch of his dick as it stretches your walls and every thrust sends the head colliding straight into your g-spot — a perfect accident that has you seeing stars before long.

You’re digging your nails into Jamie’s back by now and your ferocity is sure to have left a mark, but if he cares he doesn’t voice it — only able to let out a string of sighs and moans and groans that sound vaguely like your name. All of which you swallow into the kiss as he does for you, too preoccupied with your own approaching climax to do anything but cling to him and buck back into his hips.

Only able to think of him, praise him, devour him, become one with him as your stresses, once so palpable and painful, bleed and rot away into a faint memory — a distance almost concern — and only Jamie is left. Only this moment, this pleasure that’s boiling your blood and sending your heart and lungs into a mad rush. That has your vision blazing white at the edges through closed eyelids and your cunt throbbing madly around Jamie’s overly sensitive cock — as his pace falters.

As you fall over the edge again, this time with him, clinging to each other as your senses come alight and your bodies feel as if they’re floating. As your lips move on their own to spell each other’s names with a reverence reserved for gods and your mixed essences flow out of you and onto the bedsheets below.

A problem you don’t care to comprehend as you pull each other close — closer — and bask in the oversensitive afterglow of your love. In love and in lust and free all in one breath — a breath you greedily take the moment you break the kiss and look at each other with tired eyes that hold more love than there are stars in the sky.

No more stress, no more exhaustion, just each other and this moment and it is perfect.

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