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incognit0slut · 13 days
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The breaking point
Part 2 of Beyond the Limit (can also be read as a standalone)
Spencer realizes that being dominant doesn’t always require him to be rough, especially when he has complete control over your body.
warnings: (18+, MDNI) soft dom spence because there’s a lot of praising in this one, reader in lingerie, orgasm control or edging, overstimulation, reader gets cockdrunk (idk how to explain it better), a little cockwarming at the end
Words: 4,3k
a/n: this has been in my drafts for a while and i finally finished it, i don’t usually do a part two for my oneshots but…i’m actually tempted to do more
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You were a tease—a goddamn tease. Spencer knew he needed to work on his self-control, but it was hard to keep his composure when you had the ability to stir desire within him. It was perplexing, given that there was a time when thoughts of anything remotely sexual never even crossed his mind.
For the majority of his life, intimacy had been a foreign concept. While he occasionally felt a pang of jealousy witnessing everyone around him find love, he managed just fine without it.  He suspected it was partly a defense mechanism, channeling his focus toward other aspects of his life—such as his mother's health, for example—to avoid dwelling on what he lacked.
But then all his beliefs shattered when you came crashing into his life. Suddenly, everything he thought he knew about himself was thrown away. Your presence sparked a fire within him that he never knew existed and he found himself craving the intimacy he had once dismissed as unnecessary.
He wasn't even aware of how touch-starved he was until he met you, and now it was hard to maintain that last thread of self-control he possessed. It wasn't that he didn't want to give in, but rather, he feared the intensity of his own desires, afraid that he might enjoy it more than he anticipated.
Because did he have to be rough with you for him to be satisfied, now that he had once known how it felt like? But how could he indulge in such temptation when you looked so utterly beautiful right now, so delicate, so precious in his eyes?
How could he even fathom ruining your perfection with roughness?
"Spence?" You nervously asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Your confidence was starting to dissipate as his eyes slowly traveled down your body, taking in the lingerie you chose to surprise him. Although this was not the reaction you were hoping for. "Do you not... like it?"
Spencer's gaze lingered on you, his expression was unreadable for a moment before a warm smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"No, no, it's not that," he reassured you, putting down the book he had been reading on the bedside table before you walked into your shared bedroom. He reached his hand out, motioning you to come closer. "It's just... you caught me off guard, that's all."
You approached him cautiously and as you stepped closer, you noticed the tension in his shoulders easing, replaced by a soft warmth in his eyes. His hand found its place on your waist, drawing you closer and you instinctively fell on his lap, your knees dipping onto the bed on each side of his thighs.
Feeling his arousal right between your legs, you couldn't suppress the soft gasp that escaped your lips. "So you do like it," you murmured, a hint of satisfaction lacing your words.
"Like it? Sweetheart, that's an understatement," he replied. His calloused palms traveled along your sides as he took in the way the lace material hugged your curves.
The lilac-colored lingerie set on your body accentuated your figure perfectly. Both pieces were see-through, granting him a glimpse of your chest and lower region. The delicate edges of the top were adorned with more of the soft fabric, cascading over your stomach and back in a gentle, stunningly pretty way.
"You're so beautiful," Spencer whispered as he traced the intricate patterns of the fabric with his fingertips. "Absolutely breathtaking."
His touch sent shivers down your spine. You leaned into him, relishing the warmth and tenderness of his touch as one of his hands moved up your arm before resting behind your neck, pulling you closer to him.
His lips touched yours gently, sending a thrill coursing through your body. He nipped at your bottom lip, his touch both teasing and tender and as he sucked on it softly, a low moan escaped you. He then deepened the kiss, his tongue gently pushing into your mouth, and you kissed him back eagerly, your lips moving in perfect sync with his.
When he finally pulled away, you were left breathless, but he didn't stop giving you attention. His mouth made its way down to your neck, his lips trailing soft kisses along your skin and you couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself to him completely. He then sucked on the spot below your ear, his lips creating a deliciously pleasurable sensation that made you moan softly in response.
You could feel his smile against your skin as he continued to travel further down, his lips leaving a trail of heat along your neck and collarbone. At the same time, his fingers pulled down the strap of your lingerie top, the material gracefully falling down your body, revealing more of your skin.
"Beautiful," he whispered as if it was the first time he laid his eyes on you, even if the two of you lost count long ago. His name slipped from your lips the moment his wide palms were pressed to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh and your nipples hardened beneath his touch.
Your mouth hung open in a silent gasp, and your breathing quickened in response when his thumb traced over your sensitive peak, sending electric sparks of pleasure coursing through your body. Spencer watched the way your eyes widened with desire, his own filled with a hunger that mirrored yours. And when he leaned closer, wrapping his soft lips around it, you were instantly gone.
The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, eliciting the most sinful sound you weren't even aware of making. It was like music to his ears, fueling his desire to please you even more. He continued to suck on your skin, giving the same attention to each breasts, his movements growing more fervent with each passing moment.
When he felt your hips bucking against his, he let out a low, guttural groan of pleasure. He softly drew back your nipple, your supple skin following his pull before he released it with a soft pop. Your skin glistened from his saliva, and honestly, Spencer had never seen such a splendid sight before.
The way you were grinding against him over his cotton pants frantically sent a surge of desire coursing through his veins. He could feel the thin fabric of your sheer panties pressing between your cunt, and with each movement, he could see glimpses of soft, bare skin glistening under the light, driving him wild with longing.
A primal need surged within him, a need to devour you, to lose control and indulge in the raw intensity. He craved to run his rough hands along your body, to explore every inch of your skin and claim you as his own. But he couldn't—not when you were the one in control as you sought pleasure in the way your hips moved against his.
So instead, his hands found purchase on your hips, guiding you to move faster. "That's it, sweetheart," he encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "Keep going."
You obeyed, pressing your aching heat against his cock, rolling your hips rapidly as a whimper of his name escaped you. You felt yourself growing hot and needy, your arousal dripping through your panties to coat his flesh beneath you, soaking through fabrics.
"Look at how wet you are," he mused, his voice laced with desire as he observed your flushed state and the evidence of your arousal staining the fabric between you. "Does this feel good?"
Your only response was another desperate moan, your body consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of being with him. What started lazy and slow soon turned into sporadic thrusts as you tried to cling to any friction. Your breath came in short, shallow gasps, and your body quivered with a delicious ache. It was too much, but at the same time, it wasn't enough.
"I need to feel you," you breathed out quickly, and before he could register what was happening, your fingers were pulling down his pants frantically. Sensing your desperation, he was quick to push the fabric down as his cock sprung free.
You bit down on your bottom lip as you lift your hips above him, taking him by the base with one of your hands while the other pushed the material of your panties to the side. He groaned when you pressed the tip of his cock to your dripping entrance.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his concern evident in his voice. Spencer always made sure you were fully ready, either with his fingers or mouth—or even with your own fingers. But you were already wet enough, and you couldn't wait any longer to feel him inside you.
You nodded eagerly, the need for him overpowering any hesitation. "Please," you begged, your voice pleading and desperate. "I need you now."
Both of you watched in awe as his girth stretched your clenched walls, the sensation of being filled to the brim overwhelming your senses. It wasn't the first time this happened, but it felt like a new sensation each time, and you found yourself instinctively clenching around him, eager to feel him even deeper inside you.
"Fuck," you whimpered, allowing yourself a moment to adjust to his size. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as you squeezed yourself around him. With a slow, deliberate motion, you lifted your hips, feeling him ease out of you, only to lower yourself onto him again.
The sensation of him sliding back inside you made you gasp, a rush of pleasure washing over you as you took him deeper. His groan reverberated through your body, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through you. As his head fell back against the headboard, you couldn't help but whimper, the words tumbling from your lips without much thought.
"You fill me up so good," you confessed, your voice laced with desire as you rolled your hips against him. Your hands slipped under his shirt, feeling his soft stomach clench underneath your fingertips with every upstroke of your hips. "Take this off, baby."
With a low growl of approval, Spencer complied, swiftly removing his shirt and tossing it aside. Without hesitation, your hands trailed over his chest, reveling in the sensation of his smooth skin beneath your fingertips, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch.
He watched you intently, captivated by the raw display of pleasure that painted your features. The way your face twisted in ecstasy, the way your mouth hung open in silent gasps, the way your breasts bounced with every movement—all of it drove him to the edge of his self-control.
As you quickened your pace, he felt his restraint slipping away, the urge to claim you completely becoming increasingly difficult to resist. Each time you clenched around him, it became harder for him to hold back. And as always, you could tell. You could feel the tension in his grip on your hips, the way his fingers dug into your flesh with a possessive urgency.
You slowed your hips, bringing your hand to his cheek, forcing him to look at you. "You're doing it again."
His gaze met yours, filled with a mixture of desire and frustration. He knew exactly what you were referring to. "I... I can't help it. You drive me crazy."
"I know that," you responded, stilling for a moment as you kept him buried deep inside you. "I just need you to do something about it."
He slowly shook his head. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," you assured him, your voice filled with confidence as you leaned closer, bumping your nose against him seductively. "Come on, I know how much you want to be in control."
When he didn't respond, you pushed him even further, your lips tantalizingly close to his as you whispered your seductive taunt.
"I know you want more," you teased. "Don't you want to take control? Lie me on my back and fuck me until I can't think anymore? Until I beg you to stop while you use my body over and over again?"
"Don't tempt me," he choked out, his voice thick with longing and restraint.
But you weren't finished yet. "Yeah?" you challenged, your tone daring as you buried your hand in his disheveled, sweaty hair. "Then I dare you to."
You tugged on his roots.
"Fuck me, Spencer." You nipped on his bottom lip. "Fuck me real good."
His breath caught in his throat at your bold words, his heart pounding rapidly. With a shaky exhale, he met your gaze, the intensity in his eyes burning brighter than ever before.
And then, in a sudden surge of boldness, he surprised you, flipping you onto your back as you let out an amused squeal. But your laughter was quickly drowned out by the heat of his lips crashing down on yours.
He kissed you feverishly, with a messy and desperate hunger that left you breathless. He clung onto you as if you were the very air he needed to survive. He was devouring you as if you were the most delicious meal he had ever encountered, and he savored every moment, every sensation, swallowing your desperate moans.
And then he pulled out and you whimpered at the loss but any hint of disappointment vanished as you watched him shed his last piece of clothing. Then with deliberate slowness, he reached for your panties, his eyes locked on yours as he dragged them up your leg, savoring the sight of the damp fabric clinging to your skin.
When he finally discarded it on the floor, he wasted no time in grabbing one of your legs. With deliberate tenderness, he began trailing soft kisses along the inner part of your thigh, each gentle press of his lips sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body. Your breath quickened as you watched him, your heart pounding in your chest.
"I'm not going to be rough," he whispered, his voice low and husky, his eyes never leaving yours as he planted soft kisses right at the edge of your drenching heat, teasingly close to where you craved him most. He then crawled over your body, settling himself between your legs, his gaze locked on yours.
"But I am going to use you," he murmured, his words sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you. "You'll let me do that, won't you?"
As he hovered above you, his weight supported by his arms, you watched a strand of his outgrown hair fall over his eyes. With a gentle touch, you reached out and tucked it behind his ear, a soft smile playing on your lips as you nodded in response.
"Say it," he urged. "Tell me you're mine to use."
You met his gaze, your own eyes dark with longing and anticipation. "I'm yours," you whispered, and when you felt his tip pressing into your entrance once again, you gasped. "I-I’m yours to use."
In one swift motion, he filled you again with a hard thrust that had you arching your back, a strangled moan escaping your lips as pleasure surged through you. "S-Spence..."
"Good girl," he praised, his words sending shivers down your spine as he kissed your cheek. His hips began to roll into you, setting a rhythm that drove you wild. "My good, pretty girl."
You whined in response, the sound music to his ears as he continued to thrust into you at a steady rhythm. He relished the way you responded to him, the way you surrendered to the pleasure he was giving you. He wanted to use the way you were satisfied, to use the way you wanted him, to take you to the brink of ecstasy.
He wanted to use you in every way possible, to make you his in every sense of the word.
Spencer never considered himself a possessive person, but when it came to you, he wanted to be the one you surrendered to completely. And in this moment, he had never felt more in control. It was intoxicating, the power he held over you, the way you willingly gave yourself to him.
That was why when he felt you clenching around him, knowing you were so close to your peak, he stopped. He wanted to draw out this moment, to savor every sensation, every sound you made, every breath that escaped your lips. He wanted to draw out your pleasure until you were begging for release, until you were completely and utterly his.
"Why—" you gasped. "Why did you stop?"
He smiled down at you. "Because I want to make you feel good, Angel," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "And I want to take my time doing it."
Your head fell back, and you couldn't help but bite your lip to suppress a moan. His use of the term Angel always had a way of melting your resolve, and you knew he was fully aware of the effect it had on you.
"Be patient," he chided before burying his head in the crook of your neck, nipping at your skin gently. Then, he resumed moving his hips, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. It felt incredible, but you couldn't shake the desire for him to fuck you harder.
"More," you cried out, feeling as if you were in a deep haze.
"Yeah? Spread your legs wider then."
You whimpered at his simple command, your shuddering legs gradually spreading a few inches wider. It was becoming harder to breathe from the way he was pushing you into the mattress, but you welcomed the pleasure, craving more of him.
Your hands clawed at his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks from your nails as you desperately sought something to hold onto. The intense pleasure coiled tightly in your gut, making you feel as if you were gasping for air while your head swam with overwhelming sensations.
Your moans became more fragmented with every stroke of his hips, your thoughts clouded by the pulsating ache between your legs. All you could focus on was the overwhelming sensation building within you, traveling along your body. You were so close—and then it stopped.
It simply stopped right at the edge, and you couldn't feel anything but a raw need. It was incredibly frustrating as you caught him smiling down at you. You whined and bucked your hips, chasing the tight warmth you had so suddenly been denied.
Your breath came out in short, ragged gasps. "You're evil," you managed to say, your voice trembling with need. "I-I was so close..."
"Too soon," he murmured against your lips, his breath hot against your skin as he pressed his lips to yours. "Just imagine how good it'll be once I finally let you come."
Spencer then slowly pulled away, his eyes tracing every detail of your trembling form—the way your mouth was slackened open, the way your hair sprawled across the sheets, the way your eyes fluttered closed yet struggled to remain open. He noticed them glistening with unshed tears, on the verge of falling, and a pang of guilt tugged at his heart.
He knew he was pushing you to your limits, but he couldn't help himself. He was simply using you, just like you asked him to. But seeing the tears welling in your eyes, a wave of tenderness washed over him, and he leaned down to kiss them away, whispering soft words of comfort.
"Shhh, it's okay," he murmured. Although his words were spoken softly, there was nothing gentle about the way he continued to fuck you. "You can take it. Hold on a little bit longer, I promise."
A choked sob escaped you as he pressed soft kisses to your cheeks, murmuring soothing words. One of his hands reached between you, settling on the lower part of your stomach before pressing down gently as he felt the outline of cock moving inside you. He let out a groan, overwhelmed by the sensation.
"That’s it, Angel," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "You're taking me so well."
You whimpered almost pathetically as everything started to blur. You were a sweaty mess, both of you were, his skin gliding along yours effortlessly as he continued to thrust into you. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, so sticky, so messy, but you didn't care. All that mattered was the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
The throbbing between your legs was starting to burn, but at the same time, it felt so good—the way he was stretching you, the way you could feel him moving in and out of you. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, it was all too much but also not enough.
"S-Spence..." you whined, your head spinning with pleasure, almost too delirious as drool seeped down the corner of your lips. "Pl-Please, I-I can't—"
A soft chuckle escaped him as he watched you struggle to form coherent words. "Alright, alright, I got you," he murmured reassuringly. "On three now. Can you be a good girl and come at the count of three?"
You nodded weakly. "Yes, yes," you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breaths.
"That's my girl," he praised, his voice filled with satisfaction. "One..."
Your breath hitched as anticipation built within you. Obscene wet noises filled your ears as he continued to fuck you, and with each number, his thrusts grew more deliberate, more intense.
"Two..."
You whined and he swallowed your moans, capturing your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. You couldn't form any coherent words. You couldn't even think. It was too fucking much and you were on the verge of your breaking point.
And then, on the final count, he drove into you with such force that it sent you hurtling over the edge, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you.
"Three," he whispered as he pulled back slightly, a string of saliva connected your parted mouths.
You gasped, holding onto him tightly as waves of pleasure consumed you. Your senses overwhelmed, your vision blurred with white-hot intensity, and tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as you teetered on the edge of overstimulation.
T-Too much—You can't. You fucking can't.
The sensation never seemed to end and you found yourself surrendering to it,  your mind going blank. It was as if you were intoxicated by the heady sensation, your senses dulled and heightened all at once, drunk on his touch. Your body felt so wet, so sensitive, so overwhelmed by the sheer force of your climax. 
And when you thought it couldn't get any more intense, he proved you wrong by rutting his hips even harder with so much force as he chased his own high. He tucked his head in your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he moaned into your ear. With a few final thrusts, he drove into you deeply, his body tensing as he released himself inside you.
You were tired, so overwhelmingly spent, and as you both came down from the high, you gasped and trembled, your body finally relaxing from the pent-up tension. Your eyes felt glassy and unfocused, blinking slowly as you registered his murmured praises against your neck and shoulder.
He gently pulled away, and you winced as you felt him still throbbing inside you. Slowly, he searched for your eyes, his gaze filled with tenderness, and sighed in relief when you looked up at him with a tired yet blissful smile on your lips.
He smiled softly, relieved by your response. "You're okay."
You nodded, still feeling a bit dazed. "Hmm," you murmured, running your fingers along his damp hair. "I'm more than okay."
He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You did so well," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "I'm so proud of you."
You giggled. "Me? I never thought you could be tempted to do that so easily."
He chuckled softly, brushing his nose against yours. "You have that effect on me," he confessed. "Besides, it's hard to resist you."
"I am pretty irresistible, aren't I?"
"Absolutely," he replied as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face. He shifted his weight and started to pull out, only for you to wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in place.
"No, no," you pleaded. "Stay inside me for a while."
He paused, looking down at you with a smile. "We need to clean up."
"And we will." You ran a hand over his shoulder. "Just... give me five minutes."
He sighed, his resolve melting under your pleading gaze. "Alright, five minutes," he agreed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "But then we really need to clean up."
You responded with a soft hum, snuggling closer to him as he shifted toward the empty space on the bed. With a gentle gesture, he pulled you on top of him, enveloping you in his arms as you sprawled across his body. 
You let out a sigh, tucking your face into the crook of his neck with the rhythm of his heart beating against your own. And as you savored the sensation of him still pulsing inside you, you smiled peacefully—you have never felt so complete.
I'm tempted to turn this into a series of one-shots where he and Reader explore new kinks together... or like how they try to navigate their relationship. I'm really, really tempted.
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doumadono · 4 months
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Genshin men in heat - headcanons
Warnings: fem!reader, smut A/N: this little thing was written for my one and only @crystalwolfblog
GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST
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Zhongli
During his heat, Zhongli becomes especially attentive to you, showering you with affectionate gestures and heartfelt compliments.
Zhongli has a particular fondness for handholding, finding comfort and solace in the simple yet profound act of physical connection.
During moments of intimacy, Zhongli shows a fondness for traditional Liyuean music, creating a soothing atmosphere that enhances the connection between him and you.
Zhongli takes delight in exploring sensory experiences, introducing scented oils and candles during intimate moments to heighten the atmosphere; he loves giving you a back massage when he's slowly fucking your pussy doggy style with your body pressed into the mattress.
He reigns supreme when it comes to overstimulation. Simple as that.
He's about to eat your pussy out to the point where your clit is swollen and too sensitive, leaving you desperately attempting to guide his head away, but his firm grip ensures your hands remain under his control. "No chance, babygirl. Let me savor every bit of this delicious feast."
He'll ever so delicately give your ass a playful smack while fucking you from behind, skillfully massaging the soft fat of your buttocks after.
"In the vastness of Liyue, you are my most precious treasure."
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Neuvilette
Neuvilette's heat brings out his gentle side. He becomes more verbally expressive, whispering sweet nothings and words of comfort.
His playfulness peaks, and he engages in lighthearted activities to lift the mood and make you smile.
He expresses his love through touch, with a preference for soft caresses and gentle kisses, creating a tender, nurturing atmosphere.
Neuvilette enjoys intertwining fingers during moments of intimacy, when his cock is buried deep in your pussy.
He takes pleasure in exploring your sex, using either his skilled tongue or fingers. Whatever brings you joy is exactly what he's focused on doing.
The Iudex revels in the sensation of you mounting him in his alcove. In this intimate space, he willingly relinquishes control, viewing it as a welcome escape from his daily duties. With a firm grip on your hips, he skillfully guides their movement, his gaze irresistibly drawn to the smooth rhythm of your breasts gently bouncing as you ride his cock, moaning his name.
"In your arms, I've found a sanctuary where I can be myself without fear or judgment."
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Wriothesley
Despite his usual reserved demeanor, Wriothesley becomes more openly affectionate during his heat, craving physical closeness.
He expresses his emotions through carefully chosen words and actions, making sure you know you're cherished.
Wriothesley enjoys quiet evenings, reading poetry or sharing stories, creating a deeper emotional connection with his loved one.
In his alcove, Wriothesley turns into a fierce lover - he's determined to ensure your pleasure doesn't stop at just one or two climaxes, but unfolds in a series of multiple peaks.
He excels in the art of overstimulation, akin to Zhongli's expertise. He's committed to going above and beyond your limits to elicit involuntary tremors in your legs when he's fucking your cunny.
"Your lips hold the poetry that words fail to express. Let our kisses write the verses of our love," amidst the forceful thrusts, he's about to murmur gently in your ear before kissing your lips passionately.
Wriothesley won't shy away from taking immense pleasure in finishing inside you, relishing the sight of your mixed essences as they gracefully ooze from your pussy and drip down on the sheets.
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Itto
Itto's energetic personality during his heat translates into playful and adventurous dates, from spontaneous outings to exciting challenges.
He showers you with compliments.
Itto's protective instincts heighten, making him more attuned to your needs and ensuring your well-being above all else.
Itto's love language involves physical touch, and he finds joy in affectionate gestures, like playful nudges and warm embraces, to express his deep connection.
Itto has a knack for combining laughter and passion, creating an atmosphere where the boundaries between playfulness and intimacy blur; like when in the missionary position, he leans in to kiss you, and strands of his hair gracefully cascade into your mouth. You shake your head, attempting to free the strands, all the while sharing a laughter-filled exchange, finding joy in the unexpected yet amusing situation.
He has a preference for fast sex, and he'll fervently fuck himself in your pussy without reservation, rolling his head back at times.
He dearly enjoys when you give him head, and he's going to beg for it with fervor, like a desperate bitch. "Please, baby, I need your beautiful mouth around my dick."
"Oh shit, babygirl, you feel so good, fuck! It feels so good to be inside your tight pussy."
Itto is committed to exploring every conceivable position with you; he thrives on discovering new experiences and broadening his horizons.
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becomingmina · 4 months
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Favourite time and place to eat you out - SKZ hyung line. 18+only mdni
um just alot of dirty talk too.
Hyung line:
Chris/Bang Chan: Studio. Very late at night.
You offer to go with him to work in his studio late at night.
"You don't have to come. I don't want you waiting for me, I'll be late. And the couch isn't comfy for you to sleep on baby," he says.
"I just want to be around you Channie, I can wait," and he gives in to you.
As he works one his tracks, you stay quiet in the corner on the sofa working away on your work project getting distracted with you phone every minute or two. He glances at you every now and then and just absolutely adores how quietly you wait around for him.
"Baby, you've been so good to me," he pushes himself in his chair towards you.
"Hmm?" you look up at him and he removes your laptop from your lap before fiddling with the hem of your sweat pants and kneeling down in front of you.
"Let me treat you. You deserve to have your pussy eaten out after patiently waiting around for me," he says before pulling down your pants along with your panties.
"You should come work with me often, I like how good you can be," he says before licking a fat stripe along your folds.
Lee Know/Lee Minho: In bed. In the morning.
Minho craves morning intimacy - he just loves how vulnerable and desperate you get. You wake up from him flipping up your night gown and sliding down your panties. As if he didn't spent all last night in you, he drove straight in sucking harshly on your clit to wake you fully up. Your hands make their way to latch onto his hair as you lift up you hips.
"Min, please," you whine trying to grind on his face for some relief as he starts to slow down his pace. His hands keeps you spread out and flat on the bed as he smirks.
"I love it when you get so desperate kitten, let me just make love to your pussy," he chuckles as he continues to slowly make out with your cunt.
"She's still so swollen from last night, don't you know she needs it a bit slow today?
"Min please I'm awake let me cum," you try to close your legs around him but Minho is always in control.
"Don't be greedy baby, you came so much last night. Let me have some fun," he continues to tease you.
Seo Changbin: In the shower. Winding down before bed.
"Over my shoulder, darling please," Bin says as he kneels down hoisting one of your leg on his shoulder.
"Your pussy looked so pretty in your tight gym leggings today, I couldn't wait to get home" he has his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as his other hand grips your cheeks.
"Had to get you sweaty so you can hop in the shower.. So I can make you even more dirty.." Bin's fingers spread your folds as his tongue enters your hole trying his best to go as deep as possible. He is a sucker for pleasuring you in the shower. He wants to get dirty. He loves to make your cum and squirt for him. He finds it extremely hot the way your juices spray his face and drip down the shower screen.
Hwang Hyunjin: In the bedroom on lazy afternoons.
Hyunjin is so romantic when it comes to pleasuring you. You both are tangled together on the bed on a lazy Saturday afternoon. No work no practice. It starts off so gentle, with soft kisses that then lead to him hovering over you in a slow make out session. It's when he tugs on your lower lip biting down with more force that you know what he is indicating. Hyunjin gets shy about it so he doesn't say anything - he just waits around until you shuffle on the bed so he can slot himself between your legs. Kisses then make their way down your body until he reaches that part he desires. He presses one kiss your clothed cunt before he stares up at you - his eyes so big, filled with desire and lust but he is still so shy.
"Go ahead baby, take it off and make me feel great," you reassure him. Hyunjin peels off your short you lifting your hips to help him. With your hand in his hair guiding him, he starts to mirror the kisses he gave your lips - gently making out with your glistening cunt.
Maknae line here.
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azullynxx · 21 days
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𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘
𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: @𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻
Warning: Sexual Content
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Alastor's calloused finger contrasted against the comfort of her body. Behind the protection of the clothing that holds her bosom, his touches grazed against her skin playfully, applying pressure that kindled unfathomable pleasure surging through her veins. She was thoroughly enveloped in the inescapable, deceiving trick of fog, unable to accurately comprehend and respond rationally.
Her lengthy eyelashes glistened with moisture, with tiny droplets escaping from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably. Her mouth gaped open, seeking desperately for the coolness of the air that enveloped her. A soft, needy mewl escaped her lips as her back gently arched, instinctively responding to his subtle command. Pressing against his clothed form, she luxuriated in the sensation of his hands meticulously traversing every inch of her body, exploring with a fervor that left delicate rosette patterns hinted at by the faint redness of his nails.
Her head nestled deeper against the curve of his nape, reveling in the sensation of his hair gently tickling the surface of her damp cheeks. With each movement, she sought to soothe the burgeoning intensity spreading throughout her body, yearning to be enveloped by the familiar warmth of his touch, a comfort that could drown out her flawed senses completely. In the ever-present moment, she found herself incessantly craving his tender caress, longing for him to explore every facet of her being. She surrendered her will to him completely, placing her trust in his capable hands.
He breathed in her scent, his low voice wafting against her skin. “My, aren’t you lovely, my dear?”
The way she was displayed under him, daringly exposed, seemed inappropriate, yet his hues gleamed at her with primal enjoyment, betraying a deeper desire. 
Intertwining his calloused fingers in her tangled hair, he pulled her away from his neck, momentarily breaking the cocoon of warmth they shared. With a devious smile dancing on his lips, Alastor lowered his head, his breath mingling with hers in a tantalizing dance of proximity. Their noses brushed against each other, a brief moment of intimate connection amidst the heated tension. He savored the scent of her breath, tainted with traces of alcohol, adding a heady edge to the intoxicating allure between them.
"Deviously lovely," he murmured as his lips brushed against her parted ones, bridging the gap. His eyes traced the way she responded, closing her eyes and pressing her lips eagerly against his.
Slipping his sultry tongue through every corner of her cavern, he relished the taste of her saliva, exchanging distinct flavors that were uniquely their own.
His hand intimately unfastened the clothing that caged her breasts, while his ear found pleasure in the sacrilegious, muffled gospel of emitted moans escaping from her lips, mingling with the faint noises of their connected mouths.
Her fingertips grazed his cheeks with gentle caresses. With a tender touch, she then entangled her fingers in his luscious locks, savoring the sensation of their softness against her skin.
Their heads tilted to the side, locked in a continuous exchange of forbidden intimacy. He remained there, taking satisfaction in every aspect of her presence, from the delicate softness of her touch to the warmth emanating from her bared body pressed against his own.
Breaking the kiss, they both gasped desperately for air, their chests rising and falling with the urgency of their need. A glistening string of saliva lingered on the surface of their lips as he wore his grin on his face.
With his prevailing hues fixed upon her, he watched as she sloppily unbuttoned the remaining clothes adorning his upper body, tossing them aside without a second thought. Then, with a hunger that betrayed his dominance, he devoured her lips, asserting his control over her with each tilt of his head.
Having her bare breasts, captivating body, and legs brushing against him, Alastor's focus was drawn irresistibly to her changing expression, an entertainment displayed for him. In a swift motion, he traced his fingertips southward from the gentle curve of her chest, down her smooth, bare abdomen, and ultimately between her parted legs, where anticipation hung thick in the air.
Dipping his calloused fingers into the waistband of her lingerie, he teasingly grazes his fingertips against her warmth before skillfully slipping aside the soaked fabric guarding it.
Y/N gasped, as she closed her eyes, relishing the foreign sensation that was flowing through her body. His fingers worked in small, tantalizing circles over her button, eliciting an involuntary tightening of her grip.
Alastor smirked, his eyes dancing with amusement as he observed her reaction, humming softly.
"Feeling a bit needy now, aren't we, dear?" he teased, his voice laced with playful arrogance.
The sensation of his clothed erection sliding roughly against her half-clothed slit sent waves of pleasure coursing through her mind and body, plunging her into a state of delirium. With a faint toss of her head back, she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, granting him the chance to leave a sultry mark on her skin, his teeth sinking deeper into her flesh as her blood seeped through his mouth, tasting it in delight.
His palm rested firmly atop her plump, uncovered chest, eliciting soft whimpers that echoed through the room. Desperate for his touch, she willingly allowed him to knead her breast.
His clothed erection pressing against her was undeniably tempting, igniting a craving within her that surpassed the pleasure she knew. She yearned for more, her desire mounting with each passing moment.
Y/N's hips instinctively bucked against his, a silent plea for more, her body responding to his touch in ways beyond her control. Each movement was a subtle yet undeniable hint, urging him to take things further and push the boundaries of pleasure they were exploring together.
His throat emitted a chuckle, thoroughly amused by her needy actions, as her mouth continued to emit pleading cries. Her desperation only fueled his desire to indulge her further.
She had become his new form of entertainment.
Alastor's gaze lingered on her slit, adorned with her intoxicating essence. A sly smile played across his lips as he deftly moved his fingers, eliciting a tremor of pleasure to ripple through her body. With a delicate arch of her back and an unconscious buckling of her hips, she succumbed to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her lower body.
She hummed.
A moan escaped her lips, muffled by her arm, as Alastor purposefully delved his fingers into her slick folds. Her breath hitched at the unfamiliar sensation, and her mind was clouded by the overwhelming pleasure that surged through her body. Sensations contradictory to pleasure were swiftly overridden as she surrendered to the intoxicating feeling. Her desire surged to new heights as he continued to lavish her neck with sensual kisses, his lips trailing down to her chest, where he teasingly sucked on the edges of her nipple. Each sensation ignited a fierce fire, driving her to the brink of madness as her body succumbed to insatiable cravings, fulfilling her deepest desires without restraint.
His muted groans reverberated against her chest as he hungrily nibbled and sucked on her bud, his actions reminiscent of those of a hungry child. With deliberate precision, he pinched and rolled her nipple on his tongue, each movement sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. 
She stifled a moan, her moist walls eagerly clamping around his digits as he rhythmically stroked his fingers in and out of her sensitive core. The action unfolded directly between her legs; the sensation was overwhelming as he skillfully manipulated her, driving her closer to the edge. Her fluids coated his fingers.
"Such a sight to behold, indeed,” he teased, the curled of his lips painting his face was growing as he began to increase the pace and add additional pressure.
“Mmm…!
Her brain seemed to short-circuit, lost in a whirlwind of incoherent murmurs and curses. Her hands tangled messily in his hair, gripping and tugging at his locks.
Shutting her eyes tightly, she tried to focus solely on the intense pleasure he was delivering, feeling its potent effects on her vulnerable body. Each sensation seemed to penetrate her very core, overwhelming her senses and leaving her completely captivated by the pleasure.
"It feels so... w-weird," Y/N gasped between breaths.
His finger slowly dipped deeper inside her, causing her hips to instinctively buck.
“Well, why, of course!” He began in response to her amusing reaction, adding another finger and increasing the pace of his movements. "This kind of thing is intended for that sole purpose."
Hovering in front of her, his lips once more leave her skin a profound tattoo as he then moves to her bud with fervent attention.
The way she cries and pleads is intoxicating, her innocent, half-lidded eyes watching him with a mix of desire and anticipation as he performs the meticulous actions she unknowingly craves. She begs him to indulge her body further, her hips writhing and grinding against his fingers in a desperate attempt to satisfy the insatiable hunger. Yet it becomes evident to him that her desires extend beyond the touch of his fingers alone.
He can feel the throbbing on his lower half, yearning to be released from its confines, to enter her tight entrance. He can sense her craving for more, her body trembling with anticipation as she surrenders herself to the pleasure. The thought ignites a daunting temptation within him, compelling him to unleash his desire for her.
Alastor felt her moist muscles begin to clench around his fingers, a telltale sign that she was on the brink of release. Saliva once again seeped from her mouth, and she was unable to contain her cries of pleasure. However, just as she was on the verge of climax, he abruptly withdrew his fingers, eliciting a pleading mewl from her lips.
He smirked.
His voice low and guttural with desire as he unbuckled his belt.
❝I desperately need to be inside you.❞
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HAZBIN HOTEL MASTERLIST | Part 2
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AYYO I'm not that experienced writing this type of stuff 😭
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madelynraemunson · 23 days
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Married au with Rockstar!Eddie where he's just a man STARVED when he goes home from tour. LIKEEEE, he's just a needy husband in need of reader's loving and he's been lacking just that for months now ☹️☹️☹️ (please the Eddie brainrot is consuming my every being.)
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☆ The Crawl ☆
rockstar!eddie munson x housewife!afab!reader
CW: 18+ obvs, needy, pathetic sub eddie, dom-ish afab reader, dick riding, cum eating, dirty talkin’ nasty goodness, eddie literally crawling towards us 🫠🫠, facial, implied unprotected p in v sex, dribbler!eddie
author's note: this is my first time writing sub!dribbler!eddie hehehe eds is usually a dom!shooter in my universe. i hope you all enjoy!!! 💌
WC: 686 words
“Need you to have your way with me, sweetheart…need you to use me…Can’t take it anymore. Please."
You meet your husband's desperate gaze as he brushes his stiff cock against your thighs, prodding you for the sensual loving you had promised him when he was to come back from tour.
Craving every inch of your touch, the man is at your mercy. And that damn polaroid picture you sent him a few days ago? The damn polaroid of that pretty pussy of yours, your glistening folds spread apart by your perfectly manicured fingers, the white border holding space for the title, “all for you” signed by your rouge red lipstick? Eddie damn near kicked the tour bus driver out his seat to turn the vehicle back around himself.
But, of course, the show had to go on. And as stoked as Eddie was for Corroded Coffin's Rise of Kas Tour, nothing compares to being with you, wrapped up in your intimacy in the comfort of the home you two share.
And now 385 days later, you two are here.
“Need you to ride me dry…” he pleads. “Need both lips on my cock baby, he’s missed you so much…”
“Nuh uh,” you smirk, enjoying yourself just a little. “Not gonna do away with the flatteries just yet.”
“Fucking please, princess,” Eddie begs. “Been blue-balled all tour, you can’t do this to me.”
“Oh but I can.”
Hellbent and greedy, your smitten, pussy starved husband treads hopelessly towards you on all fours as you guide him to the bedroom.
Too many press photos and interviews. Too many groupies lining up outside the tour bus to claim their spots with Gareth, Grant, and Jeff. And far too many titties to sign, but Eddie knows he shouldn’t refuse, cuz since he built his brand off being a sex-crazed rockstar, rejecting the ladies would mark the end of his — very successful — career.
Too much of tour life on repeat. And never enough of you. And when he finally gets you, the whining only seems to intensify.
Your twinkling, cum-coated tits bounce in Eddie's face as you frantically taunt your clit with his wide, veiny cock. The sight of you tossing your head back, a mewling mess as he splits you open is enough to tug orgasms out of Eddie’s blissfully aching body. And as you clench around him, screams getting louder by the pump, his spewing tip begins to twitch with every jab into your guts.
“Oh baby…shit, mmfuck, ‘m so fucking sensitive baby, you have no idea.”
Your excitement pools at the base of his naval. Knowing he's not going to last all that long, Eddie whimpers at the sight, his photographic conscious saving the episodic eye-sore for a midday work flashback.
“I love you so much,” he moans. Your orgasm begins to splash around him with every bounce. "Missed your beautiful face. Missed your tight fucking pussy."
“I love you, sweet boy,” you hum. “Your dick makes me feel so good, Eddie, fuck. You’re not going anywhere.”
Eddie releases one strained groan before he loses control. Now completely shifting the roles, Eddie pins you into place as he probes for his finish, thrusting into you as the sweat rushes down his body, his full sack beating at your skin as you ride out your last together.
“Fuck baby, yes baby, yes baby,” he pants. “Gonna be the death of me baby, oh fuck…”
And before he completely empties himself in you, Eddie retreats and finishes on your face. He beams down at you in awe as he glazes the hollows of your cheeks, glosses your lips, and caters to the tip of your cum-quenched tongue. Eddie then swoops down to collect his own eager laps, before thanking you with a kiss.
And, to your surprise, when all is said and done, and you’re all wiped down with a nice warm washcloth from the dryer, your husband books it to his office as if there were something else waiting for him behind that door.
“Eds,” you wonder. “What are you doing?”
“I need to write a song.”
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MY TIME IS POINTLESS
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Pairing - Raymond Leon x fem!reader
Summary - Reader can't deal with the pain of Raymond using her and wants out.
Warnings - Implications of suicide, 18+, dubcon, rough sex.
Word count - 3.5k
You weren’t in the prostitution business but you were his favorite little whore. 
You found yourself yearning for his next letter on where and when to meet him. He wasn’t nice to you, the both of you knew that. It was clear he was obsessed with the power play, obsessed with being able to use you whenever he pleased. But you didn’t care, because you were completely in love with him. 
He was a highly respected and established Timekeeper. You were just a girl in Dayton trying to make it day to day. You first fucked him because you found him charming. Like everyone else in Dayton, you despised Timekeepers. But he was different, it didn’t take him long to seduce you in the bar. You still wonder why he was in that bar, next victim perhaps? He was rough with you, it wasn’t your style but you found yourself craving more. He paid you for your service with the excuse of hating for you to time out before he could fuck you again. 
He left you without another word. Even though you always thought about him, you didn’t think you would see him again. Until one day you got a letter with a time and place. It became a common thread. You’d get a letter, you’d meet him, get completely railed and then he’d leave, without knowing when you’d see him again. There was no schedule for your meetings. Some weeks you’d see him multiple nights. Sometimes you wouldn’t see him for weeks. Those weeks were always the hardest for you. It was pure agony, not knowing when you would see him again. He’d always give you the same amount of time, 5 hours. A “generous gift for a girl like you” as he would say. This had been occurring for quite some time, you’ve lost track on how long you’ve known Raymond for. It took quite a few fucks, but Raymond started to slow the slightest bit of aftercare, of affection. He would pet your hair to the side, or nuzzle your neck. Sometimes just keeping you in his grasp for a few moments longer. Those were your favorite moments with him.  
However, he never kissed you, he refused to do such a thing. 
The scenery was always isolated and lacked intimacy in where he would fuck you. His car, alleyways, abandoned buildings. On some occasions you would be fully naked, fully exposed to him. However, he would never take his clothes off, he would just pull his pants down enough to get his cock out. He refused to fuck you in a bed. You suggested it once, and he ignored it. Raymond warned you against telling others. Because Dayton hated all Timekeepers. “You’d be a traitoring whore”.
Your relationship with him was far from healthy. You didn’t dare to ask what you were, because it was clear. An easy fuck. But he was possessive and controlling over you. One time you just went for a walk with a friend and somehow Raymond found out. He confronted you the following night after your shift. “Did you fuck him?” he snarled, cornering you in the dark alleyway. 
“What?” you whimpered.
“That pipsqueak? Did. You. Fuck. Him” his teeth gritted together as his hand wrapped around your neck. The tone in his voice was aggressive and dark. His blue eyes could kill you if they wanted to. His cheekbones clenched and nostrils flared.  
“No- I…” you had no words. Mainly from fear, but partly from excitement that he cared for you. 
“I don’t want other men fucking you, even laying a finger on you. I won’t put my dick in a desperate, filthy slut. You’re mine and I don’t share darling. Do you understand?” he spat, grip tightened around your throat. The question was asked as if you didn’t have his hand around your throat. 
Despite being strangled, your heart swooned at those words. He wanted you. He cared for you. At least to some unhealthy extent. He didn’t let go of your throat once until after he fucked you viciously. 
You hated it, falling in love with a narcissistic man. A few times he would receive phone calls. He’d answer them mid fucking you and you knew they were women, just by his sudden change of tone. The tone he used when he first seduced you. You were so envious, so jealous. But what could you do? Ironically he wasn’t yours, but you were his. 
This night was different however, he had reserved a motel room (it was romantic to you). Raymond had just closed a very long and stressful investigation and he wanted to celebrate, with you. Of all people he chose you. There’s anyone he could have chosen in New Greenwich but he wanted to come here, the fucking ghetto, with you. 
When he came inside of you, because he always did, you did something unexpected. Your hands pulled him close to you, your foreheads touched. “I love you” you whispered, breathless from those three words. All it took was a bit of alcohol to lift that massive weight off of your shoulders. He froze, which made you freak the fuck out. After what felt like an eternity, with him still inside of you, he rubbed his forehead against yours briefly. But his lips did not part. He pulled himself out, tucked himself back in and left you without saying a word. 
He. Fucking. Left. You. 
The room was silent for a while. Your heart was waiting for him to come back. But when you finally came to the realization that he wasn’t coming back. The waterfalls flooded on the bed. It took all of your strength to leave that room. The walk home made you contemplate every worthless decision you’ve ever made, the drop from the bridge was almost compelling.  
It had been 24 days since you had last seen Raymond. A bolt from the blue it was, to receive another letter for him. You were just coming to terms that you’d never see him again. You read the time but not the place. 10pm tomorrow. You scrunched up the paper and threw it out immediately. Fuck him if he thinks you will whore around for him anymore. 
Fast forward 30 hours, here you are now, curled into a ball under your bed sheets. Tears slipping down your cold cheeks as you stare at your arm, counting down the time. It was the easiest way to go out, ‘in your sleep’. Oh how you wish you were able to fall asleep. But those negative thoughts were at peak. The room was silent and dark, as if the apartment was abandoned. The only light was the moonlight that peaked from the blinds.
The rumble from his car engine crept up your skin. He was here and it wasn’t even a quarter past 10.  You pulled your sleeves down as you waited for him because you knew he was going to get in. The stomps were slow and heavy up the flight of stairs. The door knob jiggled for a moment. Followed by a loud crack as the door flew open. You heard something fall on the ground before the door was slammed shut. 
If you weren't so miserable you would have jumped at the sound of your cheap one bedroom apartment being broken into. You could hear his heavy breaths loud and clear. The heavy strides crept up to your room. “Real daring of you to stand me up darling” Raymond snarled down the hallway. But he stopped frozen in his tracks when he saw you hidden under the bed. Briefly examining the dark room, he walked up to you slowly, a few tears slipped down your cheeks. Your grip on the thin sheets was made of iron, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough. The hiss that left your lips was sharp as he ripped the sheets off of you. 
In a flash, he pinned you down. You yelped loudly but he quickly shut you up with his palm, muttering underneath his breath. “You’re in for it now” he sighed, hips pressed against yours, noticing your tears in the moonlight. If it was brighter, you’d be able to see his concerned and genuine look. But that look quickly changed. “You’re so dramatic” he said blankly as he moved your head around with the hand that covered your mouth, just because he could. “You’re not going to be able to move a finger when I’m done with you” he gritted his teeth and you sobbed behind his hand. He chuckled, free hand reaching out to turn on the lamp to look down to the sight. When the light switched on, his blue eyes landed on the envelope on the bedside table. “What’s that?” he questioned, eyebrows scrunched and jaw clenched. You laid underneath him in silence but your tears were streaming. This wasn’t how it was meant to go. “Stay still” he ordered as he got off of you. 
It was your chance to run, so you did. You made it out of the bedroom successfully. However his arms pull you back midair in the hallway and you’re slammed against the cheap plaster. His hand again back over your mouth and body pressed against your backside to keep you still. Raymond’s sigh screamed disappointment. 
“Let’s read this together then, hm” he proudly projected as he dragged you back into the bedroom. You struggled against him as he successfully opened the envelope with one hand. You tried to beg him not to, it’s humiliating. Ending back underneath him on the bed despite your best efforts to break free, he held up the paper. 
“Raymond, my time is pointless without your love. I only love you and it kills me that you don’t love me back” his words started off arrogantly proud, but came to a sudden stop. “Your neglect is not worth my time and this is the only way out” he said much quieter as the paper slipped from his fingers, he didn’t dare to read out the rest. You remained still under him as he thought. “Show me your arm” he ordered but you were frozen with fear. “I won’t ask again sweetheart” he warned, but the way he said sweetheart made your knees weak. Through shaking hands, you rolled up your sleeve. 4 minutes and 23 seconds. An aggressive snarl left his lips before he roughly pressed your arms together, giving you a few more hours for the time being. 
Raymond gripped you by the jaw to look at him. “You wanted to time yourself out over me?” he spat. 
“I’m sorry” you cried, already submitting to him. You wanted to sink into the bed. 
“You’re such a selfish brat” he muttered. You were. “You want me to tell you I love you? Does my cock not please you enough?” he whispered to you. He was egging you on. You whined, not wanting to give him, you looked so pathetic right now. Maybe you were. But a sudden burst of anger came out of you. 
“Fuck you” you hissed and he laughed at you. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up, not caring about any potential house rules. He slid off his leather jacket and chucked it across the room. Taking a rather long drag, he pressed his fingers to his temple. You decided to break the silence. “I can’t do this anymore. This is over. I won’t let you use me again”.
“You make the rules now do you?” He condescended as he took another drag, blowing the toxic air onto you. “I own you darling” he said slowly.
The massive speech you mentally had prepared in case this scenario did occur went blank in your mind. So, you cried instead with this asshole grinning at you. 
Raymond let you cry for a moment, petting your damp hairs to the side. “Come here” he whispered as he caressed the sides of your head. “The fuck am I suppose to do with you now? I’ll have to keep you on suicide watch won’t I?”. It wasn’t funny, you tried to hide your head in shame. “The least you could have done was give your time to someone in need” he added, with a sly face. 
Raymond dropped the cigarette onto the carpet and pulled your face closer to his. “You’re so fucking intoxicating” he said as he stared straight into your eyes. His expression was stern and you didn’t know if he meant it as a good thing or a bad thing. “I can’t kiss you baby, I’ll fall in love with you if I do” he confessed. 
The urge to beg him to do such an act felt humiliating. To seek validation from him, to embrace those natural compelling human demands. But he was like negotiating with a brick wall. These thoughts seemed to project onto your expression perfectly. A beat. 
“For fucksakes” he muttered. 
It took a moment for you to realize the sensation was his lips on yours. He felt warm and soft, your mouth automatically fell open for his silver tongue to slither in. You moaned into his mouth as his hands slid down to your sides to aggressively pull you in closer to him. His nails dug into your skin, you wanted it no other way. With an easy pull, your shorts came off. 
“There you go, my needy slut” he growled. His eyes read your soul easily. A blind man could see how infatuated you were by Raymond. You could feel himself against your core, your hips naturally flexing onto him.
Raymond noticed you lost in your thoughts and tapped your forehead to put the attention back onto him. “I guess it’s time for us to consummate our love huh?” he asked softly. You nodded your head as he got up.
No exchanges of eye contact were made as he quickly stripped down to his underwear. You couldn’t help but to stare in awe at his exposed body. Never have you seen him so exposed, so vulnerable. It’s ironic that you had seen his penis before his bare chest. Raymond was pale, but despite him being shorter and skinnier than average, his body was well defined with his muscular build. Suppose it was needed for his line of work. 
“Like what you see” Raymond sighed, his eyes finally connecting with yours.
With a heavy blink, you went to take your shirt off. When the shirt went over your head and you could see again, Raymond was on top of you. “That’s a good girl” he whispered, sliding your shirt off from your arms and throwing it onto the ground.
His blue eyes looked you up and down as he towered over you on his knees, you lowered back onto your back. You were trapped underneath him, his lower body hovered over yours. The anticipation in your chest felt heavy and your throat felt tight. One hand gripped harshly onto your right breast. “Mine” he noted, jaw clenched. The next hand did the same to your left breast. “Mine” he repeated. His hands landed on your hips. “Mine”. Now onto your thighs. “Mine”. Stomach, ass, throat, face, hair all followed with “mine”. Harsher than any grab before, his hand slapped onto your core. “Especially mine,” he grinned, finding this rather amusing, your expression of timidness and anxiety was a sight indeed. Raymond’s body finally pressed against yours as his hands caressed his ways up your body. Your lips inches apart as he stared deeply into your eyes. He whispered “all mine” as your lips brushed against each other. 
“Every inch of your body is mine and mine alone, do you understand?” he questioned you, lips still brushing against each other. 
“Yes, sir” you whispered back as your body felt like jelly underneath him. This was your favorite position, being helpless underneath him. Raymond snickered as he roughly undid your bra and ripped it off of you. 
Your cheap thong was ripped in half, a loud yelp followed after. Raymond pressed your head into the mattress as he took off his own underwear. His fingers stroked your cunt, a wide grin on his lips. “You dirty little thing” he muttered as he spat into his free hand and curled two fingers inside of you. “You really do get off to my cruel treatment, don’t you? You must have had one shit upbringing, I don’t blame you, Dayton does have that effect” he gritted his teeth and was one forceful thrust, he was deep inside of you. “You can tell me all about it later” he groaned, your walls clenched around him perfectly. 
You moaned, your eyes rolling back. Without his touch, life felt pointless. This is all you want, to be underneath him, with him. 
He started speaking between slow thrusts, “are you satisfied? You got what you wanted. You timed it all perfectly. Just enough time for me to arrive, and enough time on your clock for it to look like you wanted this”. There was no response from you besides a moan. “You’re quite the manipulator aren’t you?” he smirked, as his hand wrapped around your neck but applied no pressure. 
It was true. You did want him to come just in time to save you. But you were too insecure to think it would actually happen. Your heart sang at the fact that he did come to you but. Your feelings knew it to be true, he did want you, Raymond cannot deny it now. 
You cried out as he picked up speed, your neighbors would be hearing you for sure. Not like they’d be doing anything about it. It was only natural to cry with the force he was using, so he smacked his hand over your mouth and told you to shush. Raymond’s breathing was heavy as he pumped in and out of you, face pointed up to the ceiling. Despite the pain, you were soaking. When Raymond finally looked down, he could see what a crying mess you were. He slapped your thigh harshly. 
“Don’t cry. You wanted this, remember!” he shouted as he lifted your lower body up. He repositioned you so he was leaning back on his knees and your legs were wrapped around his waist. You didn’t stop crying, you couldn’t. 
He loved you, but he was hurting you more than ever before. Did he even love you? Or was this just some fucked mind game of his. Was he just going to finish and walk out? You seemed to be more terrified at that idea than how he was treating you right now. Raymond had you fucked up still. Or is this because his vulnerability terrifies him and he’s determined to display that even though he has affection for you, you will never be equals.
“Baby-” Raymond grunted. You looked back to him, his face sweating and jaw firmly clenched. “Look at me when I fuck you” he ordered, eyes dark. You obeyed his order. “You’re such a desperate thing, even though how hard I fuck you, you can’t get enough hm? Is my cock that good?” he teased, purposely hitting your g-spot. The pulses ran down your skin. 
“Ray-Ra-y-” you moaned, eyes rolled back. The pulsing sensations your pussy did to his cock made him smile. 
“Say my name sweetheart” he groaned, a smirk on his lips. 
“Raymond… Please!” you cried out. 
“Please what?” he grinned. You were just so easy to toy with. Your eyes went wide at him. 
“Please let me come!” you begged. 
“Wait for me, I know you can hold it a little longer” he replied. 
“No, no I can’t” you panted.
“Oh yes, you can. Maybe you need a little motivation” he sighed and crawled on top of you. Your lips latched together eagerly, his tongue naturally slid down your throat as he pumped himself inside of you. The moans rang right down his throat as your hips rocked in rhythm to his thrusts.  Raymond liked kissing you. He would soon wonder if he preferred it over the sex. His thrusts slowed down for a moment, embracing the taste of your lips. “That’s my good girl” he moaned as he searched for the perfect spot to hit you. “Ready?” he teased, you nodded rapidly, just waiting for his que. “Squeeze around my cock then baby, make me come” he groaned, plunging deep inside of you. 
The scream that echoed throughout the room sounded like a melody. Your hips locked forward, allowing him to go further inside of you. Your walls tightened around his thick cock, he quickly spurted deep inside of you. Raymond’s groan rumbled as he thrusted out his climax. You whimpered, your cunt swollen around his size. 
You were exhausted and beat. Raymond admired you, his hands traced over your skin, a small smile on his lips. You were to be forever his, and he was to be forever yours. He tried to stand up to stretch but your arms anxiously wrapped around him, the thought still lingering of him leaving you again. But he was staying this time. Your bodies were close, your face nuzzling into his neck as he thought to himself. 
“Little one” he whispered, capturing your dazed attention. You loved it when he called you that. You pulled your head back and looked at him. “I love you” he admitted, a weak smile on his lips.
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flametrashira · 3 months
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OH MY GOD PLEAASEEEE WRITE RANPO TITTY SUCKING I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE HOW BADLY I WANTED THAT. sorry i had to make this known i beg of thee please 🙏
alkejksefjskljfls nonny, YES! I wasn't planning on writing anything else this year but let's close out 2023 with Ranpo sucking our boobs because we deserve nice things :) also this got way too long and turned into being intimate with him for the first time AND him sucking boobs. lol... I really REALLY like Ranpo
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Ranpo x Boobs
If oral fixation was a person, it would be Ranpo.
His desk at the ADA is stuffed full of candy, and he's at his happiest when he has something sweet to suck on.
It didn't ever occur to him that it would be just as nice to suck on you until he saw them.
It takes a little while for Ranpo to get comfortable with the idea of intimacy.
When you first start dating he cheekily (and egotistically) refers to you as "my assistant," then later "my partner," and then eventually "my love."
And you're at the "my love" stage when he starts to feel urges.
He gets a little more touchy-feely; holding your hand on the walk home, resting his head on your shoulder and sighing longingly... at first you assume he's either bored or sleepy but no, he's awake and alert.
He's uncharacteristically nervous when he asks you if you'd like to be intimate with him. For once, he doesn't feel like the smartest person in the room. He feels small and a little scared, like all those times he was sent away as a child. He's so afraid of rejection.
But when you agree (enthusiastically) he switches immediately to a confident smile, and tells you with a wave of his hand that he's not surprised you would want to, after all, he is the greatest.
He gets really quiet and serious the first time he sees your tits though.
Green eyes wide and shining, lips parting instinctively. Like, he knows what sex is, but he doesn't know what to do...
All he knows is that his mouth is watering, and he's never wanted to taste anything as badly as you.
You're gonna have to help him out a little.
His busy brain short-circuits when you get closer, your chest touching his as you lean in to kiss him.
Kiss your way down his throat to his clavicle, lead by example. He moans so sweetly beneath your lips, and then copies you, suddenly very eager to please you. Because what Ranpo craves right now is praise.
"Your lips are so soft, Ranpo... you're making me wet."
He almost cums right then and there. His knees buckle a little and he moans against your chest, trying so hard to regain control. It's embarrassing for him! He's supposed to be good at everything!
His cheeks get very pink, especially when he realizes his face is pressed between your breasts and... they're so soft... and your skin smells so nice.
He makes the cutest little sounds as he kisses them; somewhere between a moan and a gasp, completely enamored by your tits.
Those pretty green eyes of his keep flitting upward to check you're alright with it and he's doing well, his kisses getting bolder by the second.
"That feels good," you tell him, and it spurs him on to continue. He likes knowing it feels good, but he wants to make you say that he's good.
But then his mouth closes over your nipple and he just... shuts down. His eyes close, his brain goes quiet, nothing else matters.
It's comforting and exciting to him all at once. He latches onto your nipple, sucking and licking it like his entire life has been leading up to this moment.
From then on, he is insatiable for your tits.
He will have them in his mouth every single time you fuck. No matter what. Even if you're trying to have a quickie before you both have to hurry to the ADA office, he's going to want to spend time sucking them.
"Pft, what are they going to do? Fire me? What kind of a detective agency would fire their best detective?"
He has a point...
One day he excitedly bursts through the door with a jar of chocolate spread and you know exactly what he's thinking. He literally lies there for the rest of the evening in total bliss, sucking chocolate off your nipples with his cock buried inside you, grinning every time you squirm.
He also loves to just lie in your arms, sucking your tits while you stroke his hair. It's so soothing to him, it helps him calm down if he's stressed, overstimulated, or people have frustrated him.
He tells himself it's just to relax but he inevitably gets horny. And while he does love fucking you (He loves it A LOT actually) he also loves when you let him remain in your arms, mouthing your breasts while you jerk him off.
One of Ranpo's many dualities is that while he loves pleasuring you (not least because it gives him a smug sense of satisfaction) he likes to be selfish and enjoys being indulged. When you're solely focused on his pleasure it makes him feel special and precious.
And, truthfully, he loves being lazy. He's such a pillow princess and loves to be taken care of.
He whines and whimpers so cutely when he cums, his mouth still latched onto your nipple, tonguing it frantically as his cock throbs in your hand.
And of course, he'll get you off afterwards (If he's feeling energetic he'll eat you out, if he's sleepy after cumming, he'll use your vibrator on you until you're all sleepy and spent too.)
"Mm... I can hear you heartbeat," he mumbles as he snuggles into you afterward, his head nestled in its usual spot between your breasts. "It's keeping me awake."
"You could move...?" you suggest, threading his hair through your fingers.
"Why would I do that?" he pouts, "You're my pillow... my love... you're my everything."
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chrattenthusiast · 4 months
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Car sex- Chris sturniolo
Warning: nsfw, minors dni ( or do idc), not entirely proof read
authors note : slight romance, dom chris but he’s sweet!!!???, i get slightly poetic at the end (sorry)
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You get up from your vanity after finishing your night routine, winding down for the night. When your phone buzzes, you pick up the cellular device and glance at the text you received.
* you up baby?*
You smile smugly, Chris and you weren’t anything but two people that craved intimacy without the need for labels.
*yeah, see you in 15* —you say,knowing it was a regular routine that happened 2 maybe 5 times a week
You hastily change into comfortable clothing, slipping into a matching set, knowing that it would be torn to shreds by the end of the night. Finishing up the rest of your routine, you get another text that Chris is outside.
Cautiously opening your bedroom window in hopes of not disrupting your family members, you safely make it down the ground. Your eyes shift to Chris silhouette sitting in the car parked across the street. Getting in the car he gives you a smile.
“I’ve missed you “ he says
“ I saw you 3 days ago” you say
“exactly” he jokes
He takes you to the cherished spot you both discovered during numerous drives, that left you both thoroughly content at the end of the night
Parking at your destination, neither of you utter a word. He takes the initiative, brushing your loosely fallen hair, and though you don't meet his gaze, it's the longest you've gone without eagerly leaping into his arms.
“You shy now? That’s a little out of your nature don’t you think” he says tauntingly
Chris gently grasps your jaw, planting a tender kiss on your lips. You however escalate by pulling his chain to bring him more closer
“There she is” he says
His hands firmly grip your waist, effortlessly lifting you over the gear as you straddle his waist. The intimate dance of your lips mirrors the growing intensity between you. your hands moves from chris’s shoulder to the back of his hair lightly tugging at it. drawing him even closer, blurring the already minimal space between you two.
a soft moan escapes your lips as chris gently tugs at your pony tail, making his way to the nape of your neck leaving rough kisses
“fuck, get in the back” he says
Without hesitation, he swiftly follows, his fingers deftly tugging at the waistband of your pants, skillfully sliding off the material. In a seamless motion, he grabs the hem of your hoodie, pulling it off to reveal the matching set you had put on earlier
“ all this for me?” he says
you internally shrink from his intense gaze and move to cover yourself up when he pushes your hands away.
“take my pants off for me baby” , you oblige lifting yourself up from his lap tugging of the material.
He grabs onto the waistband of your underwear, swiftly tearing through the flimsy fabric. A silent gasp escapes you as you curse inwardly, aware that yet another pair joins the countless others he's unraveled. Chris grabs onto your arms, pinning them behind your back.
Chris's fingers glide across your entrance, gathering your wetness. A gasp escapes you, and you throw your head back, wanting to shut your legs, but his lap confines you, denying that option.
"You're so wet for me," he says, looking down at you, taking his fingers. You watch as Chris is in a complete daze, slipping another finger. You move your hips, trying to match his rhythm as he moves painfully slow, enjoying the fact that it made you miserable, knowing he had so much control over you.
“please” is all you blurt out
“please what hm” he asks you
“faster chris fuck” you say frustrated
He fastens his pace; you meet his gaze, and a small moan escapes you. Feeling proud of the way you respond to his movements, he lets you enjoy it, almost letting you reach that point of release. When suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you, causing an audible whine to escape your mouth.
you glare at him. internally cussing at him and why he had to restrict you from the one thing he was so good at giving you. no one could make you feel like he did and he knew that.
His boxers meet the other clothing piled onto the floor, grabbing your hips slowly but assertively, forcing you down onto his dick. He begins to move his hips at a less frustrating pace, pinning your arms behind your back and leaving you no leeway to escape, your clit stimulated by his shaft.
you subconsciously hold back your moans, not wanting to let every sound leave your lips. and chris notices
“let it all out for me, i know you want to” he says
still not convinced you continue to bite on your lip not entirely comfortable with the concept. which is when chris picks up his pace up further
He pulls down on the back of your head, making you maintain the level of his gaze. With your hands pinned back and nowhere else to run, you have no choice but to oblige.
His free hand comes down on your ass, giving you a harsh smack. Massaging the area to soothe the sting, he smiles as you let out a loud moan at the mix of pain and pleasure.
“i’ve missed you, you know “ he says continuing to buck his hips focusing on making you feel good
“you miss me baby?” he whispers against your lips
"Yeah, Chris," you blurt out, unsure why he'd want to talk when your head is all fuzzy from him hitting all the right spots.
“how much ? show me” he releases the restrain he had on your arms
“ride me.” he demands
You move your hips up and down over his shaft, soaking him with every motion. His grip is harsh enough to bruise as he groans, and you bend lower, meeting his lips to give him a sloppy kiss, taking every inch of him inside you.
You separate from the kiss, leaning your hands on his shoulders, wanting him to be closer. He takes notice, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you closer.
“better?” he asks and you nod unable to form a single sentence
You continue to quicken your pace, and Chris watches you with nothing but love and possessiveness, even letting out hushed sighs. He uses his grip on you to bring you down, orchestrating your body to his own accord you instantly accept.
The car is filled with the sounds of your hips moving at the perfect rhythm and the kisses he leaves against your jaw. He bucks his hips to touch that spot that could send you into a frenzy.
“Chris," you whine, "please don't stop. I'm—"
“ i know baby” he whispers “ you wanna come for me?”
your stomach crumples at his word, as he continues to slide up and down inside you
“answer me” he says calmly not struggling to form as sentence as you were
“yes chris, please” you plead for the hundredth time tonight
pressing his forehead against yours, he smiles at how hard you were squeezing him, fighting the urge to cum so hard inside you. he takes the alternative route and pushes his grunts down
“who does this pussy belong to” he says
“you chris” you say quickly
He looks at you without slowing down the pace he had you moving at. It's too much for you, and he knows it, but he loves pushing you past your limits. He relishes being the only one who makes you feel this way, never failing to mention it every time he ends up inside you.
"Look down at how well you're taking me," he says, and you do as you're told. He takes his thumb, circling your sensitive clit, smiling when it makes you tear up.
“now look at me, has anyone ever made you feel this way?”
“no” you answer hastily
“and no one ever will ” he says “yeah?”
you nod quickly as it started to get overwhelming. his fingers.his dick. him
“i need to hear you say it” he pleads
“yes chris, i’m yours. every part. i promise” you say
“atta girl” he groans as your walls clamped against him. “ you can come baby” he encourages
and you do instantly, releasing yourself all over him feeling nothing but relief as chris continues to circle your clit faster driving you off the edge dragging your orgasm further.
you grasp onto him as you felt like you would pass out; your vision blurred with white spots from the intensity
chris watches you proudly as you let out the loudest moan with no shame, soon you feel chris realese into you letting out a sigh of relief.
His gaze shifts to your face, puffy lips, and tear-stained cheeks. Kissing the tears that fell from your eyes, he trails his fingers up and down your back, comforting you.
You attempt to lift yourself from him, a routine that usually leaves your heart slightly heavy—not out of regret, but with the lingering hope that someday you might truly have him. At times, you feel a sense of self-reproach for thinking that way, knowing well that it was a mutual agreement between the both of you to avoid emotional involvement. Despite its unhealthy nature, a selfish part of you rationalizes that having him physically, even if not in the way you desire, is sufficient.
—but he holds you steadily, the feeling of your release and his dripping, makes it harder to push those feelings away
“let me take you out “ he states
“on a date” he says bluntly
You're caught off guard by the unexpected proposition, your assumption that your connection with Chris was solely physical shattered. Chris maintains eye contact, a hint of anxiety surfacing in anticipation of your reaction.
“okay ” you say
“okay” he replies.
you both stay in the same position. as he places a kiss on your forehead innocently, him still burried deep inside you as you stare at each other. You silently hope that he wouldn’t leave you on the edge of heartache.
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seungminssangel · 4 months
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His loss | m.list
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Paring: Bangchan x gn!afab reader
Summary: A night used to get over your ex takes a turn in the best way possible.
Genre: College!Au, Friends to lovers, Smut, Fluff.
WC: 5.0k (5058)
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W: Substance abuse (alcohol), unprotected sex (don’t do this), Dom!Chan x sub!reader, body worship, praise, language.
a/n : this has been in my drafts since like september 😭
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It was another boring night at another boring party all by yourself, and as usual you sat around drinking, not caring enough about your well-being nor your surroundings as you continued to drink your feelings away.
You and your partner of 4 years had ended things a few days ago after you found out they were cheating on you with someone you basically considered your sibling. It hurt you, but you tried your best to hide your hurt by going out and attending every party your college held to get extremely drunk til you forgot why you were there in the first place. Then the cycle would just end up repeating as you slowly remembered, the memories and reminders of your past relationship always plaguing your mind 24/7 and then you’d get so overwhelmed that you’d start your endless cycle all over again.
You honestly didn’t care about anything else at this point, anything to forget about those horrible memories and to just let go, even if it meant constant substance abuse. However, you were tired of the endless cycle that you didn’t even drink as much as you normally have. You were confused on this sudden, ‘post-drink’ clarity, but you found yourself slowly coming to a stop on drinking as if something in you were just screaming for you to stop. You hated it though, you hated knowing of your surroundings, you hated being able to see the people dancing and partying around you.
You hated that you could still feel your emotions.
That was the whole reason why you were even here, to drink until you couldn’t feel anything anymore, yet you were going against yourself on that aspect. You were sort of upset at yourself, but for once this entire week you actually put your glass down and just sat there. You observed everyone, not realizing how attractive some of the people at your university actually seemed to be. You’d never gain the confidence to approach anyone though, you were almost certain that nobody here would even go for you unless you were way past drunk.
It’s not like you weren’t attractive, because you definitely were, it’s just people at parties like this tend to turn out to be weirdos that fetishized the idea of using someone who couldn’t control their own actions.
At this point though, you didn’t even care about who you got with. Even if they were to literally ruin your life you didn’t care, you just wanted something with someone, even if it meant throwing away your dignity. You just wanted to feel the feeling of someone on you, someone wanting you, even if it wasn’t a permanent thing, you just wanted it. You felt pathetic now that you had a chance to think about it, but you craved the touch of someone else so badly. You didn’t realize how bad you wanted it until it set in that you were really sitting at a party hoping that someone would notice you.
You huffed, picking up your glass and getting up, figuring that you’d probably go home and just drink and just touch yourself to the thought of intimacy or something. You made your way past the crowds of people that blocked your way towards the exit, stumbling a few times. You almost made it out of the door until you caught a glimpse of someone you recognized.
It wasn’t anyone that serious, but you knew him from seeing him around Campus.. and because he was the best friend of your ex. It was Chan, someone who was pretty popular among people, someone who all of the girls gushed over. You had talked to him a few times, but you hadn’t taken the chance to get to know him personally other than just hanging out. He looked so good tonight you had thought, the way he leaned on the countertop in his fitted t-shirt and jeans, drink in hand as he casually talked to someone.
You didn’t even try, out of all of the emotions you’ve felt, embarrassment was the last one you needed to feel right now. Besides, he was crowded by a bunch of people and you didn’t want to bother him. On top of everything else, he still technically had connections with your ex and you did not need to be reminded about your break up through him. You decided to be quick, trying to leave before he noticed you staring at him and saying anything. But your entire body froze when you heard a familiar voice call your name.
You shut your eyes and sighed, mentally cursing yourself for not sticking to your original plan and just leaving. You opened your eyes and turned towards the owner of the voice, and of course it had to be Chan. You awkwardly made your way towards him, pushing past even more people as you eventually met up with him. He gave you a huge smile and you gave him one in return, feeling a little bit less awkward than before. It wasn’t like you had never talked to him before, so it was a little easier opening up and talking to him than you assumed.
“How’ve you been??” He asked, and the people he was talking to casually dispersed to do their own thing.
You held your arm awkwardly, “Uh… could be better. Nothing serious.” You reply.
He hums in acknowledgment and you could see him eying you, starting from your exposed legs due to the skirt you were wearing, up til the tight shirt that hugged every part of your chest perfectly. It was honestly a sight to see knowing he was secretly checking you out, but you couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose or if it just happened.
“I haven’t seen you awhile, I’ve missed our game nights!” He says, pulling you into a half hug.
You laughed a bit, “I’m surprised they meant that much to you for you to really miss my presence.” You say.
He looked at you slightly confused for a second, “How could I not miss beating you in every game we play?” He says with a teasing grin afterwards.
You hit him playfully and sat there for a moment to think about his words. Maybe you were overthinking your relationship with him a little deeper than you thought. You didn’t take into account the amount of times you’ve hung out with him and actually enjoyed it to realize it made you guys a little close than expected.
“How are you and him by the way?” Chan asks, and it felt like an arrow shot through you.
Oh, maybe he didn’t know anything of your breakup. It made it worse though because now you felt as if he were going to ask you a million questions now that you were here.
“I...we um- we didn’t work out.” You meekly say, taking a shy sip of your alcohol.
Chan’s eyes go wide and he looks at you as if you had just said the most offensive words ever.
“What? No way— You guys were like-“ He began, but you gave him pleading eyes to signal to him that you really didn’t want to talk about it right now.
He immediately took the hint and stopped himself, clearing his throat and looking back out into the crowd.
“That why you’re here tonight?” He asks.
You nod and avoid his gaze. “Need someway to entertain myself… right?” You say with a slight chuckle, and he does the same.
“Let’s get out of here.” He turns to you with a huge smile and you look at him bewildered.
“W-what?” You ask.
“This party’s lame, and we could have way much more fun if we play games at my place. If you’re down for it that is.” He asks.
You sat in thought for a moment to consider what you wanted to do. Honestly, the choice was easy, and there wasn’t really a need to think about it in the first place. Anything was honestly better than sitting around at a party and trying to get someone to notice you. Besides, hanging out with Chan was fun and way more entertaining, and so you shrugged.
“Why not.” You say, and he erupts in a fit of giggles as he begins to drag you through the party, past a large crowd of people and finally towards the exit.
The last you remembered, Chan didn’t stay on Campus, so it was miles away from your dorm, but you didn’t really care. He took you to his car and you got in as he held the door for you, taking in the familiar scent of Vanilla and clean laundry that he always carried with himself. It was refreshing to be surrounded by a smell other than sweat and alcohol. He then shut the door and went around so that he could also get into the car as well.
He started the car and before you even realized it, you guys were off heading towards his home. The car ride wasn’t as awkward as you thought it’d be, you guys using the time to reconnect with one another, and having conversations you didn’t think you’d be so comfortable talking about. He even took you to get some food, and who were you to reject free food from a pretty guy like him?
You both eventually reached his place, and he pulled into the driveway, you both climbing out. He stayed in the typical apartment complex, just a lot nicer and well kept than others. The apartment he stayed in had a lot of room inside and was very well kept, you were reminded of it when you guys entered his apartment. Chan surprisingly lived alone, despite his apartment being spacious enough to accommodate two people, you never really understood why he preferred to live by himself rather than having someone live with him. However, you didn’t want to question it because at the end of the day, he had his preferences with his own place and you couldn’t change that.
You kicked off your shoes and immediately bee lined for his couch, plopping on it and letting out a loud sigh. It had been some time since you last left your dorm, your daily life nowadays consisting of staying home, going to classes, and partying every night until the early crack of dawn. But being here with Chan in a new environment was so oddly refreshing that you felt like the bare minimum made you happy at this point. He poured you a glass of water and handed it to you, and you took it, downing it in seconds. Despite the soda you just had a second ago with your meal, it was nice to get some water, your organs thanked you for it.
“So, I was thinking we could play that fighting game we used to always play.” Chan says with a mischievous grin as he picked up his two controllers, turning his game console on.
“Uh, yeah!” You say excitedly, reaching out to take one of the controllers until he abruptly stopped you.
“Wait— You should stay here tonight. It’s already late and I’ll feel better if you stayed here. I felt like I should’ve made that known first.” He tells you.
You were confused at first, but you didn’t protest, why would you want to go back to your apartment anyway?
“Sure. I don’t see why not?” You tell him, and he smiles.
“Good, why don’t you shower first and get comfortable then we can play?” He asks and you nod.
In no time, you were in the shower washing yourself off and often letting the water hit your face. Everything about this was so rejuvenating and you were starting to feel so much better than you were before. Chan’s bathroom was so nice and comforting, he had everything neatly placed and lined up, and the entire area was just clean. You had almost forgotten how much you enjoyed being at his place, it was nicer than you remembered.
After your shower you got out, and went to get dressed in the set of clothes Chan had for you. Thankfully he had some clothing his sister would leave behind whenever she visited, and you happened to fit everything, so it worked perfectly. However, instead of wearing one of the shirts she had, you decided to wear one of chan’s shirts, your excuse being that ‘none of them fit’ but they did, you just wanted to wear something of his.
After getting dressed you greeted him back in the living room where he was leaned back on the couch watching whatever he had on. He had also ended up changing, wearing a T-shirt and those deadly gray sweatpants. You had to stop yourself from jumping on him right then and there, but you also had to remind yourself that he definitely didn’t bring you here for that.
Geez, you could atleast throw away your horny-ness to the side.
You waved to him and he smiled at you, taking in your features and watching as his smile grew even bigger.
“You look better in that shirt than I do, keep it.” He tells you, and you obviously insist.
A little after that, you guys began to play the games that he had promised you would. There were some surprising moments were you actually won against him in the games you were playing.
“Woow, after 2 months y/n finally has a win streak.” Chan teased and you stuck your tongue out at him.
“Whatever Chan, just admit that you’ve gotten worse over the last time you actually saw me.” You boast, and he rolled his eyes.
The night continued on just like that, you two losing track of time and absolutely enjoying each other’s presence. All of your worries left your body as you two hung out, and honestly you wondered why you never took the time to contact him whenever you wanted to hang out.
After awhile, you both insisted on just relaxing and watching whatever movie you wanted to watch. As you both continued to watch the movie, you could feel Chan’s eyes on you every now and then. It made you a bit squirmy since you were sure why he would steal glances at you, and you weren’t sure what was going through his mind as he looked at you.
“Is there a reason you keep looking at me?” You decided to ask, the suspense honestly suffocating you.
Chan gave a sly chuckle and fully turned to you, and you did the same. He looked so good to you that it took every fiber in your body not to jump on him where he was. You had to keep telling yourself that wasn’t what you were brought here for, and so all you could do was let out a shaky breath as he answered.
“Can I be honest with you?” He says, his gaze getting a bit more serious, and you shrunk a bit in your spot.
“Of course, what’s up?” You say, afraid of his question.
“I’ve honestly had a thing for you for awhile now.” He’d admit.
You stare at him without saying anything for a minute, shocked by his confession. Chan could’ve had any other person on campus and he was choosing you? How long did he have this small crush on you without saying anything? Chan cleared his throat, a look of worry on his face as you hadn’t answered him after he spoke.
“Oh-! I’m sorry, I was just.. I’m shocked?” You say, an audible question mark at the end of your sentence, because in truth you weren’t really sure of what you were feeling.
“Shocked? How come?” He asked, it was like he genuinely didn’t know that he was the most desirable person on your university campus and everyone almost treated him like a celebrity.
“Well — it’s just that… you’re kind of popular on campus and—“ You began before he sighed loudly, cutting you off.
“C’mon! Not you too!! I’m not all that popular, I’m just really outgoing than most people at our school so everyone considers me as some kind of celebrity.” He says.
You hum in understanding to his words, realizing that hadn’t been taken into consideration. You realized that if you were him you’d be upset too if you were considered a popular figure on campus while you were just normally living your life.
“I’m sorry… I guess I hadn’t thought about it like that.” You sheepishly say, and he gives you a loud laugh.
“Does my ‘popularity’ change how you view me in the midst of my confession?” He asks and you briefly sit in thought.
Despite how you viewed him before, you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t have thoughts of your own about him. You did find him extremely attractive, even while you were with your ex boyfriend. Of course you were loyal so you weren’t about to try and pursue him, but you were often curious about the romantic aspects of him.
“I’m a little intimidated.” You admit and he chuckles.
“What intimidates you?” He asked, his tone a little more serious now given the situation.
You didn’t even realize how close he was to you now, his face just mere inches from yours. You were starting to think that meeting him tonight and finding out that he liked you had to be some sort of coincidence or just a prank he was pulling. It’s not like you guys didn’t hang out enough for you to be qualified as a crush for him, but it still shocked you that he could be interested in you, someone who clearly didn’t have themselves together. The times you hung out with Chan you had always assumed that he only saw you as a friend and nothing more, but you were so engrossed in your boyfriend that you hadn’t even noticed his slight advances towards you, even after you and your ex broke up. All those times he tried to reach out to you, all those times you spent crying in your room when you could’ve been here, with him, they were a result of you being so strung up on your ex that you didn’t realize that you did have someone who wanted you romantically.
You didn’t pay attention to Chan then, and it got to the point where you had pushed all those memories of him to the back of your mind as you only associated him with someone your ex was close friends with. But the more he sat here in front of you, the more you realize how he was there for you all along, even if you tried to convince yourself that he wasn’t. You had always told yourself that you guys weren’t as close as he gave off, but being here in his apartment had reminded you of all the good times the two of you did have together. You were a little stupid, but you’re also only human, you can’t help that a heartbreak made you push things away, it was how you coped. You regret it, yet you were amazed that Chan held onto this crush of his for so long even when you were pushing him away.
You wanted this, and you had to stop letting your past get in the way of the way you saw him, because now, maybe you were starting to realize that you liked him too, those feelings that you kept locked away finally breaking free and reminding you of everything you tried to push away. You did like him, you liked him a lot actually, yet you let your thoughts get in the way of trying to pursue anything with him. Always convincing yourself that he didn’t see you in that way, and thinking that he would never date you after you dated his good friend, but you see that he didn’t care about any of that.
“What.. Do you like about me?” You ask, inching closer towards him, your voice innocent but your intentions were not.
Chan fought to hold back a smile, realizing the kind of game you were trying to play. He took your hands into his, pulling you closer so that your bodies were practically touching, his eyes staring into yours.
“Well.. I like your laugh.. everytime I hear it my heart skips a beat.” He begins, leaning forward to kiss your neck. His lips brushed against a sensitive area and it tickled a bit, causing you to giggle.
“I feel like everything about you is worth knowing, I wanna know everything that makes you, you.” He murmurs against your neck in the trail of kisses he was leaving behind.
By now your entire body was on fire, melting to each and every one of his gentle touches made against your skin. He was holding you so lovingly against his body, kissing and praising each part of your body that he loved, lingering on the parts that he loved the most, like your lips and near your eyes. You fell apart and let him have every inch of you that he wanted, every inch of you that he loved. You couldn’t help the involuntary moans and whimpers that escaped your lips each time he made you feel good, his lips making soft marks against your skin. You had never felt the way he was making you now, loved and appreciated.
“And God do I love your smile. The more you spent time with him the more I felt like I’d never see it again.” He says, a hand underneath your chin as he pulls away, bringing your face back to his.
“But then you smiled at me tonight, a genuine happy smile, and It was like meeting you all over again.” He admits and you stare at him with glossy eyes as he stares at you with stars in his eyes, like he was looking at the most beautiful thing on this earth.
“Let me make up for what he lacked, I promise to be better than he was. A lot better.”
With that, his lips were pressed against yours, taking them in a starved kiss. The kiss that was shared between you grew more needy, more desperate as his strong hands wander and explore your body further. It was messy, his tongue deep into your mouth and dominating the heated makeout session you two were sharing. The second you pulled away for air you looked at him with lustful eyes.
“Fuck me– I wanna be yours, only yours, please Chan-” You beg and he doesn’t hesitate to push you back against his couch.
“You don’t have to beg baby, whatever you want it’s yours.” He’d tell you and you don’t think you’ve ever undressed yourself so fast in your entire life.
The two of you were naked now, clothes thrown across the floor and disregarded and to be worried about later. He was between your legs and kissing at your chest like his life depended on it, his dick pressing snug against your entrance. Each time he moved upwards to kiss at your collarbones the tip of his dick would push at your throbbing clit, causing you to buck your hips up into him. With the way he swirled his tongue against your nipples, sucking and biting at them and pulling at them with his teeth you swore you were going to cum from that alone. Your body was already trembling with need, your arousal leaking onto the fabric of the couch below you. His precum coated the both of you, feeling as it dripped down to between your thighs, creating a filthy mix underneath you.
“Tell me, did he fuck you good?” He whispered, his lips now resting at your collarbones and kissing them lazily.
You shake your head, “N-no..” You admit.
As much as you didn’t want it to be, it was true. 4 years of a relationship with him and he couldn’t even make you cum, not even once.
Chan scoffed, taking himself into his hands and lining himself up to your entrance. He poked and prodded at it, dipping just the tip inside of you every now and then, earning a breathy moan from you every time.
“I know you’ll make me feel way better than he could though.” You say, a rather seductive grin on your face as you looked at him.
You feel his dick twitching at your words, or maybe it could’ve been how fucked out you looked despite not even fucking him yet. Whatever it was, it pulled an unexpected whine from Chan and he didn’t think for a second longer to enter you, pushing his entire length into you and bottoming out. Soft “Yeah, I know”s falling from his lips as he practically cradled you in his arms, feeling your body while he held you. Your jaw dropped and your eyebrows furrowed at the stretch, and you bite down on your lower lip to keep from letting out a loud moan. He began to roll his hips into you, and you didn’t stop the string of curses and moans that fell from your mouth. The couch underneath the two of you scooted and creaked with each hard thrust he made, the once quiet room now full of sinful noises made by you two. Your cunt squelched with every thrust he made, the slick from your arousal coating his entire dick each time it disappeared into you.
You were scratching at his back, your back arched and body melting into his own, allowing the two of you to be tangled together in your own little world.
“Fuck you feel so good around me, I can’t believe he– didn’t know how to fuck you good enough.” Chan groaned, his thrusts inside of you picking up speed, the creaking of the couch growing louder.
“That’s it, I got you baby-” He muttered into the crook of your neck, soft moans leaving his mouth each time your cunt took him deeper.
His hips were a little slower now, almost as if he was trying to make love to you rather than just fuck you. His hands wandered your body again, squeezing and adoring every part of you. He left sloppy wet kisses against your neck again, his eyes squeezed shut in absolute bliss as he continued to rock his hips into you. He was absolutely pussy drunk at this point, his hips often stuttering from getting too lost in the feeling of having you around him. He was doing everything in his power not to cum before you, but the more he kept you underneath him the more that grew harder to do.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, and god everything about you is just perfect.” He’d ramble, constant praises and words of appreciation falling from his lips like he was stuck in a daze.
“So good– you’re so good to me Channie- oh, fuck-” You whimper, your walls fluttering around him, indicating how close in orgasm you were.
“You’re mine, yeah? You don’t have to worry about him anymore- tell me you’re mine, wanna hear it from your pretty mouth–” He’d moan, his own sounds starting to get a little louder than your own the more you two kept on.
You felt him trembling on top of you, his face buried deep into your neck to try and suppress the loud filthy noises coming from his mouth. You frantically nod, wanting to just feel him cum inside of you, you wanted him to make you his already.
“Yours Channie! I’m yours baby– all yours baby-” You moan, earning a choked noise from Chan in approval of your words.
Tears pricked in his eyes, assuming because after trying so hard to get you to notice him, he finally had you. He never admitted it, but he hated seeing you with your ex, he knew how much of a trash person he was, the two were best friends after all. Once he laid eyes on you, he was infatuated with you. Chan wanted nothing more than to take you from his best friend and treat you a lot better than he ever could. He saw how miserable you were, and how controlling his friend got with you, and he hated it. He knew the two of you had already broken up, but he wanted to hear it from you. Now that he got the chance, he wasn’t about to let it go, he was going to be the best boyfriend you deserved.
A few rough thrusts later and you came undone all over his dick, a white ring forming at the base of it. Shortly after you came, Chan let out a loud grunt, thick ropes of cum coating your walls and spilling out from your cunt, practically filling you up. A comforting silence fell across the living room, nothing else being heard but pants as the two of you came down from your highs. Chan held you tightly in his arms, almost like he was afraid of letting you go and leaving him again. As he laid on your chest, you kissed the top of his head and twirled strands of his hair.
Chan pulled away from you, staring deep into your eyes, a loving look in his eyes. He wanted to tell you that he loved you, that you meant so much to him, but he didn’t want to scare you off. After all, it took a long time just to get you two in a situation like this, and he only saw it as fate rather than as a coincidence. He’d just have to settle on helping you heal, and maybe someday he’ll gain the confidence to tell you the words he so badly wanted to say.
For now, he held himself back and only dipped back down to take your lips in for a sweet gentle kiss, in which you gracefully returned. It wasn’t rushed, it was more passionate and full of love, like he was saying that he loves you without actually saying it. He lingered on your lips for a bit after the kiss ended, a huge sitting grin on his lips.
He didn’t mind the way things were now, because at the end of the day, you were his now, and that was a win for him alone.
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effetsecndaires · 7 months
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— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝. (𝐡𝐜𝐬)
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INCLUDES | hanma shuji, hakkai shiba, kazutora hanemiya.
NOTE | this was supposed to include more characters but I ran out of inspiration </3 also happy birthday to my baby hakkai!!
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— HANMA.
❧ As soon as Hanma feels your arms wrap around his shoulders, his smirk widens into a full grin and he leans back in his seat to be closer to you.
❧ He gets incredibly cocky (and turned on) over the fact that a sweet little thing like you can't resist showing affection for someone as twisted as him.
❧ If you give him a kiss on the cheek, he'll turn around and grab your jaw — fingers sinking into your cheeks, and pull you in for a big, messy kiss, asserting his dominance and making sure you remember who's in control in this relationship.
❧ Your touch fuels his already inflated ego, clearly making him feel like he's the center of your world. He thrives off the idea that he has so much power over you, skillfully manipulating you like a puppet master pulling invisible strings.
❧ But deep down, Hanma genuinely cherishes the affection he receives from you. He just masks it with a layer of arrogance to protect his ego — and his reputation.
❧ He's the God of Death, after all.
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— HAKKAI.
❧ Hakkai would definitely be flustered, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink and gradually turning red the longer you hold him. He's gotten used to being around you and isn't nearly as shy as he was before, but he still finds himself surprised when you show him so much love and affection.
❧ He'll bring your hands to his mouth and give them both a gentle kiss before turning around and wrapping his arms around you in a proper hug, silently thanking you for always knowing when he needs you the most.
❧ He holds you close and breathes deeply, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head before resting his chin on it.
❧ His voice, soft and sincere, trembles slightly as he whispers, "Thank you, for everything." — Four words that hold so much meaning behind them; gratitude for your love, for helping him confront his fears, and for accepting him with all his flaws.
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— KAZUTORA.
❧ The first time you hugged him from behind, Kazutora's reaction was a mix of shock, confusion and irritation. He was caught off guard and his immediate response was to push you away. He hates being taken by surprise, and the gesture did nothing but activate his fight or flight.
❧ He's torn between conflicting emotions every time you try to hold him. Part of him craves the love and affection you're desperately trying to offer, but his deep-rooted issues with intimacy hold him back. He doesn't want to be vulnerable or reliant on anyone. His desire to be loved is undeniable, yet he can't fully embrace it due to his fear of being hurt or being seen as weak.
❧ However, when you persist and gently hold onto him, Kazutora eventually relents, silently letting you comfort him.
❧ The more you show him love, the more he lets you in, your gentle touch slowly starting to break down the walls he's built around his heart.
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goregutt · 1 year
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affections towards reader
nb!reader x meryl, vash, wolfwood, and knives
NSFW headcannons involved, minors do not interact.
(nsfw is in red, if you’d like to skip it)
this is my first time writing smut lol. if you’ve got any constructive criticism please let me know.
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meryl
meryl loves physical touch. she will constantly hold your hand in public, and if your not walking then she will sit close enough to have your legs touching. if your comfortable enough then she will make the excuse of “needing to save money” in order to share a bed with you. it intentions are never sexual, just in the loving nature that she feels most safe wrapped in your arms.
she loves to offer her thighs for those short naps. she knows she isn’t the most well endowed but you knock out moments within laying down.
meryl also likes to show her love though acts of service. she might take over some of your work to lessen the burden on you. maybe she might clean your clothes after a rough day through a sandstorm, making sure to part out all the sand prior.
she’s the opposite in bed. she’s an absolute pillow princess, her back arched as her thighs pressed against your head as you eat her out for hours. your just trying to show your appreciation for her, you know?
being in bed with her is something sacred to her. its a moment of absolute intimacy and she wants to spend every part of it clawing and grasping your body, each shock of pleasure causes her to pine at you. you never leave the bed without a scatter of marks and hickies.
vash
this man is the biggest trinket collector in the entire world, and you are not safe from him. if he sees something that reminds you of him, its his. you have an endless collection of keychains gathering on your bag. “but it was so cute!! just like you!!!” its so hard to resist when hes giving you puppy dog eyes.
if he notices a hole in your gear or clothes, you’ll come back from a day of odd jobs to find something new on your bed, neatly folded and a small note laid on top of it. “i saw you needed new gear. dont pay me back :) “. if its something you have an emotional attachment too, he will wait for the perfect moment to snatch it from you. you will receive it back with an added patch, the color being practically identical. even if it means late nights and expensive prices, he will do anything to get it back to its original shape.
no one is safe from his nuzzling. if your really nervous or scared, he will rub his head against your head (or any available body part). when he pulls back his hair is messy and tussled in every direction. you think its a plant thing.
in bed vash is a man who dominates the “act of service” category. his whole goal while having sex is making you feel good, your pleasure is his and every moan you makes brings him closer and closer to orgasm. if hes having a rough day all he wants is to eat you out/suck you off for hours on end. if he had to spend the rest of life with his head between your thighs than he would willingly do so.
of course, mans is a switch. some days he craves your control, riding him as you hold his wrists together, preventing him from touching you. in times like this he doesn’t have to worry about the outside world, only how tight you are and your moans. on the flip side, he wants to pound you so hard you forget about whatever troubles may come. he wants to be the only thing you can focus on, you teary eyes unable to pull apart from his face as his hands roam your body, unable to separate himself from you for just a moment.
since hes so clingy, hes an enjoyer of cock warming. he feels amazing connected to you, and he loves to monitor you face to see how much more the both of you can take.
wolfwood
words of affirmation got this man redder than the two suns above gun smoke. and in turn, he loves to support you verbally. “you did great out there”, “we couldn’t have done it without you”, “your my everything”. on top of that, if you feel insecure or anxious about yourself be ready to hear wolfwood list off the 1000 reasons why he loves every part of you. don’t feel like your inconveniencing him, he would willingly tell the entire planet if you let him.
wolfwood loves physical touch, especially your body. his touch is much more intimate, but not necessarily sexual. he will spend car rides with you in his lap or his arm wrapped around your waist, him pulling you into his side. if you let him wander he will start kneading your love handles or the fat of your stomach. you cant go anywhere without this man giving a surprise ass grab. your his personal stress ball.
if you’ve got a muscular or skinny body, hes tracing patterns into your skin or letting his nails glide against you, sometimes causing you to giggle.
he also loves to hear you rant about things than interest you. he would spend hours listening to you rant about some new invention or fixation. it warms his heart to see you so fascinated with something. that glimmer of excitement in your eyes gets his heart pumping.
speaking of physical touch, wolfwood is a man dedicated to the act, especially in bed. he will keep edging himself over and over again because he just doesn’t want it to end. he doesn’t mind you cumming, in fact the more fucked out you look, eyes rolled in pleasure, the more he just wants to make the moment last. he will go a tantalizingly slow pace until your vocal enough to beg him for more.
wolfwood likes a bush. i said what i said.
fave position is you on your side, it gives him enough support to grab at you whenever he wants. when he cums hes got a death grip on you. your the only thinking grounding him from the amount of pleasure you give him.
knives (million knives/nai)
whether or not this emotionally constipated man realizes it, hes got a love language.
he craves quality time, whether that comes from a need to have you near him 24/7 in order to protect you, or that his mind races every time you leave, is none of his concern. he just feels more at peace with you by his side, or at most, with you in his line of sight.
he discovered he really likes bathing with you, its a moment of non-sexual intimacy he looks forward too. he take pride in cleaning every part of you to make sure you are his “perfect partner”, using only the highest quality in JuLai on your skin. the first time it happened he just kind of walked in on you, eyes affixed to your body as you missed a spot. “your not doing it right”, he muttered before stripping and getting in with you. he can always tell where to massage your body if you’ve got a particularly sore muscle.
he always wants you sitting in his meetings with conrad. even when conrad was initially against it. he wants you to see the paradise hes working for, how far hes willing to go for you to live in a perfect world molded just for you and his brotheren.
sex though? oh hes a physical man through and through. as much as he tries to be gentle with you and your human body, he cant help but fold you over in order to get a view of your pleasure ridden face. his thumb resting in your mouth so the only thing your full of is him.
its only natural for you to be under him, as much as he tries to involve you as an equal at work, he knows the perfect place for you is under him and worshipping the love he gives you. and the best time for that is sex.
hes got an obsession with cumming in you. having a part of him inside you makes you so much closer to him, much better than all the other lowly humans. he will keep cumming inside of you until you simply can’t hold anymore. it gets him hard knowing how much your filled of him, both physically and emotionally.
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sydneyyuu · 18 days
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you're ovulating and want Levi.
(nsfw!!) (Ovulating! Sex! Swearing! Dirty talk!! Grabbing hair! No protection!)
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You know that your period is due in the next couple of weeks and you're dreading it, you don't wanna feel the shit cramps all day. Being sick and tired, it's just the worst thing in the world. Although there was a bonus... you're ovulating right now and you're really craving a bit of intimacy, you've upset the captain recently by being stubborn because you can feel the before cramps kicking in... maybe you could make it up to him?
You headed over to Levi's office, knocking on the door and waiting for him to invite you in. He appeared at the door.
"what is it you want?"
He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, you looked fairly flustered and hot which raised a brow.
"I just... wanted to apologize for being...moody with you...I uh... it's nearly the time for my cycle so I haven't been at my best."
You admitted to him, it was a bit embarrassing but Levi's face softened.
"oh right...well it's fine I guess, it's not your fault, you look a bit hot though.."
Levi probably knew you were ovulating, he wasn't stupid and could probably sense it.
"I'm willing to make it up to you though, I could do some extra work.."
Levi declined your offer and began to speak.
"You're ovulating right?"
Your face went completely red and all sweaty.
"you don't have to say it like that...!"
Levi's arms slowly wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him and gently resting his hands on your ass.
"And do you want me to help you with that? I can't help but notice you came to me for something so stupid like doing more work. You wanted something else."
Oh god...Levi had figured it out, he knew you wanted to do it with him. You looked up at him and shyly nodded your head. Levi smiled, picking you up on his arms and taking you in his room. Placing you on the desk. He immediately started taking down your jeans, not wasting any time.
He had unbuckled his belt but left his trousers on, slipping them down enough for you. He held your waist and whispered
"did I cause you to get this turned on?"
That voice just made you weak, you nodded like a puppet being controlled. Levi held your thigh against himself and pushed into you. He was definitely turned on by you and the pheromones he can sense. Levi started thrusting into you. You are tight but already so wet and scorching hot, he already felt too good.
Your hands are tightly holding Levis shoulders and forearms, slight scratches are being made by your nails, you whimper at how goddamn good this feels, Levis already hitting the right spot because of how horny you are. You kept moaning "captain" which only made Levi faster. He had a handful of your hair in his hand, controlling your head to look at him. Biting down on your next as he pounded himself deeper into you, making you beg for him.
"I f-fucking knew you wanted me... god you are wet.."
You couldn't help but moan and whine, pushing your own hips into Levi to match the rhythm he's fucking you at. You also notice he wasn't wearing any protection...you liked that...you wanted all of him and gladly begged to finish inside of you. Which he did..
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Levi watched you slump over the desk catching your breath, you're filled up with his juices and felt completely insane. Levi picked you up and laid you in his bed, sitting down next to you and rubbing your body. Watching you sleep and now he wanted to wake you once you've had your rest, and what other way to wake you...then going straight into round two?
☘️𝆤࿚࿙𝆤𝆤࿚۶ৎ𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤۶ৎ࿙𝆤𝆤࿚࿙𝆤☘️
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Random Observations
#3 natal chart
These observations are my personal research and viewpoint. Always love sharing with u… it’s been a while
SUN DISPOSITION OVER THE HOUSES
PLUTO DOMINANT/ASPECTS/8H PLANETS
CAPRICORN WOMEN
SUN IN TAURUS
🐚 SUN DISPOSITION OVER THE HOUSES Maybe you already acknowledged this one. The sun is displayed over the chart depending on where the sun was. In other words, your sun will be over or under the horizon—the AC/DC axis—depending on the hour you where born. Around 6AM to 18PM from the 7 to the 12H. And around 18PM to 6AM from 1 to 6H. The time will vary according to the year season. This can be useful to make a mental image of the chart just by knowing the time of birth
🐚 PLUTO DOMINANT/ASPECTS/8H PLANETS Intimacy issues. From my observations I can say that in SOME cases, it can be expressed as having serious issues with intimacy. There is some kind of blockage. Difficulty opening up. And that can vary between being emotionally closed and sexually closed. Can be something unconscious—hidden—so there it comes the lack of control. Control. Something that Pluto is addicted to. With Pluto comes the phobia, fear or trauma. But as I said, this is something subconscious so there’s a solution that can be found in yourself. These aspects could be compared with the pandora box, in which you don't want to open up about it or just with few ppl
🐚 CAPRICORN WOMEN Business Woman vibes. You can notice from far when a woman has capri in her personal planets. I noticed that Capricorn Ascendant is different. The aura that they present is looking older, serious or more responsable, these are those girls that from a young age have to grow up. For example, one of my friends have this ascendant and when she was just 6 she knew about Santa Claus… she couldn’t enjoy that childhood fantasy, she had and still have to take care of her younger sister, as if she was the mother… With the Sun you give the vibe of a leader and it looks like you have everything figured out, even if you are a mess. Capricorn is ruled by Saturn, restrain, responsibility, and rules the 10 House, work and public image. The influence of this energy makes you independent and craves recognition. But don’t misinterpret recognition as a Leonine trait to be seen but more as to achieve a duty. The curious thing is that the planet that holds this sign can give us a clue about the craving to be recognised
SUN ego or your father
MOON emocional fulfilment/need, your mother
MERCURY intellectual recognition
VENUS to achieve your desires, beauty, love
MARS self-assertion or you take action for recognition
long explanation i was inspired :)
🐚 SUN IN TAURUS eating is SACRED. These are the ones to have breakfast, lunch and dinner the first. I mean, they don’t like eating at crazy schedules. They are like babies that need 8 hours sleep and eating at x time. In general earth signs like Virgo and Capricorn are like this, but in my experience Taurus stands out. I have to say that this can be applied in other areas as going to the gym or as I said going to sleep every night at 9/10pm
Hope you liked it ;) love hearing from you and your perspectives so feel free to txt me down here xx
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Hey!
can I have B for lucifer?
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Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's?
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• Lucifer is a bit of a narcissist, and he enjoys looking at himself in the mirror. He likes everything about his body, but if he had to pick a favorite body part, it would be his broad shoulders and strong arms. He likes to flex them and show off for MC. He's also very proud of his strong, muscled body and his handsome angelic face. He loves showing off both of them to MC.
• As for MC, Lucifer absolutely adores their soft, smooth skin and their beautiful, bright hair. He loves running his hands through it, caressing it, and kissing it. Lucifer also loves MC's beautiful, sparkling eyes and their sweet, soft lips. he the curves of their body. Lucifer is also a sucker for their beautiful smile. He loves when MC gives him that flirty little smirk and when their eyes glint with mischief.
• Lucifer loves to see the lust in MC's eyes when they lay eyes on Lucifer's body. He enjoys being desired and appreciated for his looks. Sometimes, he'll even be a bit of a tease when he sees MC is particularly hungry for him.
• {"You like what you see, don't you? Hmm, maybe I should give you a little closer look." / "Come here and show me how much you want me. Let me feel how much you crave me." / "I bet you wish you could have a taste, don't you?"}
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Lucifer enjoys being in control during intimate time with you, and usually takes on the more dominant role. He likes to take the lead, guiding you and showing you exactly how to please him. "Hmmm... yes, yes exactly like that. You're such a good huma—!"
Lucifer is a very passionate and energetic person in love. He enjoys being intimate with you underneath him, seeing how helpless you are. He grabbed your hair and pushed himself deeper into your mouth as he forced you to suck him off. "Ugh—!"
It's no secret that Lucifer is a dom in bedroom. He enjoys taking control and leading the way during intimacy. "Swallow it all, otherwise you'll be punished." he said that, grunting and pulls your hair harder, making you gagg, unable to breathe.
Lucifer's feelings were running high and he was close to the edge, pulling on your hair is a sure-fire way to get him there. "—!" He came.
He held your head firmly in place as he was taking deep, rapid breaths to calm himself down. His seed was too much for you to swallow all of it on the spot, so very quickly some of it spilled out of your mouth and down your chin. "Tch..."
He pulled himself out of your mouth, bending down to watch you trying to catch your breath. He held your chin with one hand and lifted your head up and looked into your teary eyes. "Oh, look what you did...didn't I say swallow it all? Look how dirty you made the carpet in my room... How should I punish you now?"
"Lucifer..." you hopelessly called his name. "Hmmm?... what? What you really want?"
He grabbed your arm and pulled you up a little so you were on your knees. He gently caressed your lips with his other hand. "...please."
"Please what?" He chuckled, before you could say anything, he slid two fingers into your mouth. "ugh—!" After you suck on his fingers, he pulls them out. "You cannot escape your punishment, dear." He whispered into your ear and quickly slid his saliva coated fingers into your wet hole.
"Look how wet you are... but you can't cum right now, you don't deserve it."
You were in a painful position, he thrust his fingers into you painfully slowly and you couldn't help but moan. You couldn't stay in that position anymore so he let go of your arm and grabbed your waist. As you leaned back and moaned, he moved his head closer to your neck and bit you several times.
"Aaah... Lucifer... please... I beg you..." Yes, he was slowly moving his fingers, looking at you with his evil eyes, but you were at your limits, so you were moaning louder than ever, and after a shiver ran through you, your cum made his palm wet...
He laughed, "hahaha! You seem to be enjoying this situation too much, do you want me to be rougher with you?" He stared into your eyes, slowly pulling his fingers out of you, tasting it after showing you his hand. "I can't help it, you're so attractive, the slightest movement sends shivers down my spine..."
"..."
"you're going to regret it."
And that was the last thing he said before pushing you to the carpet. You laid down on the soft white carpet in front of the fireplace and he quickly grabbed under your knees and pushed your legs up, and pinned them to the carpet. You had a long night ahead of you, and don't forget that it's always night in the Devildom.
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peachypinkygloss · 1 year
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hi i love ur subby jk works so much :3 do you think you could write a roommates au with sub jk? i would love if he is needy and trying to hide how much oc effects him. maybe he could secretly touch himself when they are watching a movie and trying not to make noise. whatever you want to write with subby kook would be amazing honestly. sorry if this is too much :(
Of course, I can! This is a great idea, a filthy one I would even say 👀 Nothing's too much when it comes to our dearly baby boy 🫶🏻 Thank you so much for reading my stories lovely!! 💜 xox
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Movie Night
You procure Jungkook a lot of pleasure without even knowing it. He tries to be subtle about it, hold in his desires, but one night he just can't help it.
pairing: sub!jungkook x dom/fem!reader
genre: roommates au, smut
word count: 1.5k
warnings: reader acts disgusted but don't worry she's very blessed by jk's cock, jk's a pervert sorry not sorry, humiliation, masturbation (m), exhibitionism.
a.n.: it's really a focus on jk, but i love subby jk playing with himself too much. it's so short, but i have to shorten the requests if i want them done - it's still good anyway 🙄
At the beginning, Jungkook was living alone. The other room in his apartment was for rent, but nobody seemed to want to live there. He wasn't expecting to have a roommate anytime soon, until you.
He didn't think so much about who would be his roommate, whether it'd be a guy or a girl. He's shy around women his age, but that isn't an obstacle at being friends with them, except for you. He sometimes wonders if he's wrong for having the fattest crush on you, his girl roommate. Kinda cliché, but can he really control his feelings when everything you do is affecting him?
It's not like you were walking around in nothing but your panties and a t-shirt. Not like you were moaning at one in the morning, touching yourself, acting like Jungkook couldn't hear a thing. He could very much, and his cock too. You know that he knows, he's sure of it.
How you send him a glare the next day when you quit your room to go to the kitchen, how you don't bother to hide your sex toy in a drawer, leaving it on your bed with your door wide open. You're smart, there's no way this isn't intentional.
Though, Jungkook is way more secretive than you when it comes to masturbation. Maybe because you probably don't think of him when you do as he imagines you when he does. Or because he would be so ashamed if you happened to hear a suspect sound coming from his room, resembling too much of a moan.
Everything he does, he keeps a secret. He tries to, at least. One time, he stole one of your panties. It wasn't really smart of him because you would eventually find out that one of your underwear is missing, and it's exactly what happened. You asked him if he saw them, he said no, then you described them to him - black lace panties with red roses on them.
They were literally under his pillow right now, for him to stroke his cock with. His face turned red, and he swore you understood why. Nonetheless, you went on with your day, telling him you would see them again. And you did because Jungkook did a quick laundry, cleaned them and placed them neatly in your underwear's drawer.
Since the panties incident, he told himself he would stop - or at least be more careful. He did not.
He was craving intimacy so bad one night. His boner was so painful, his cock had never been this hard before. He wanted you, he needed you, but he couldn't have you. What would he have said anyway? 'Please, jerk me off'? Or 'I beg you to fuck me, I can't stop thinking about you'?
Imaginary scenes weren't enough anymore, so he proceeded to open Instagram and search for your profile. He knows you are the kind to post bikini pics. He chose his favourite where you were laying down beside the edge of a pool, all wet from the water in a hot pink bathing suit. Your boobs were barely covered by small triangles, your bikini bottom held by little bows on each side of your hips.
He jerked himself to you, his hand going up and down so fast on his dick, the skin of his palm slapping against his pelvis. In the heat of the moment, he accidentally liked your Instagram post. What a shame.
He unliked it, but you received the notification anyway. You probably thought he was a pervert, your roommate ogling at your bikini pics like you were a piece of meat. This isn't far from the truth, but Jungkook isn't like that.
You said nothing about it and didn't change your attitude toward him. Maybe you never knew or you just didn't address it. Either way, he's thankful because he wouldn't have handled the awkwardness of the situation.
Now, he isn't really focusing on the movie that you are watching together. On the other hand, you seem to be deep into it, eyes stuck to the TV screen.
Remember when he said he would be more careful? Well, it looks like he totally lied. The thing is that you have a grip on him, somehow. Jungkook isn't the most experimented in sex, but still, he isn't a deprived virgin. Normally, he isn't, because the bulge in his sweatpants totally betrays him right now.
Your flimsy tank-top - the straps doing a bad job at staying on your shoulders - is distracting him from whatever's going on in the movie. Your sleep shorts are showing off your meaty thighs, your skin looks so soft and Jungkook wants to bite into it. Just a little taste so he can sleep with his mind free of any thoughts tonight.
He knows he shouldn't, but his cock is so painful right now. It's engorged with blood and there's only one solution to his problem... So he slowly sneaks a hand in his sweatpants, going under the band of his underwear. He'll just palm it, nothing else, he swears. He just needs some friction against his dick, there's nothing wrong with that.
His fingers wrap around his hardness, stroking it gently, feeling the beads of pre-cum falling from his tip. It stains his briefs, a small wet spot appearing on the material. He doesn't care, too obsessed with the way your tongue comes to lick your lips and how your tits stand out with your arms crossed over your chest.
His face heats up and his cheeks become all red, his breath accelerating as well. His palm grips his cock tightly, squeezing it softly as if it was your pussy contracting around him. He exhales shakily, biting down on his small pink lip to refrain himself from moaning out.
It would be incredible to have you sit on him, see his dick disappear into your tight cunt, filling you up real good the way you deserve it. "Shit..." He curses under his breath and you luckily don't hear him, the sound of the TV too loud to catch his quiet whines.
His hand shifts up and down in his boxers, and if you would just turn your head around toward him, you would discover the little secret he's trying to hide from you. He's not very subtle, even though he thinks he is.
His cock is throbbing at all the dirty thoughts he has about you, it's really hard for him to not get rid of his pants right now and fucks his fist in front of you. He likes to believe you would watch him masturbate, dripping wet from the sight of him jerking off. Maybe you would even help him, it would be ten times better.
He smears his pre-cum all over his mushroom head and his hand slides so smoothly on his cock. You make him so needy it's practically impossible to believe you have this effect on him, but seeing him pumping his penis beside you in secret totally proves it.
He twists his wrist as he focuses on stroking his tip that is out of his underwear, the other half of his cock trapped in his sweatpants. He hisses slightly from the sensitivity of it, all red and sticky from his arousal. He feels the knot in his tummy tightening and he scrunches his eyes shut, his mouth hanging open.
His abs flex under his black t-shirt and he thinks it's the moment where he'll cum all over himself right beside you, oblivious to him playing with his cock until orgasm. Is it really, though?
He fucks his fist faster, lifting his hips up to meet his hand in a hard thrust. He could cum right now, he feels it, he's so close, but before he can, he stops all of his movements.
"Jungkook."
His eyes open in shock, meeting yours, being caught red-handed. He regrets it now, he fucked up, he fucked it all.
He can't control himself, though. Not anymore, not like that, not with your eyes on his cock. Damn it.
His erection twitches in his hand and then his hips jut forward involuntary, fucking the air like it's your pussy. He wishes he could go back in time and listens to himself about being careful, but for some reason his dick likes it and he can't do anything about it other than raise his hips up again.
"Fu-uck! N-No..." He cries as your gaze stays on him, watching him come undone before you. "A-ah..." His voice breaks into a whiny moan and his eyebrows furrow, his body reacting to the pleasure despite his little cries of complaints.
Without even touching his dick, he cums on his stomach as he fucks the air one more time. Long strands of white cum land on his t-shirt, stained forever with his shame. His thighs shake, his muscles contracting from the intensity of his orgasm.
He shoots the last bits of cum on himself, making a mess everywhere. He looks at you totally freaked out and he wants to cry when he notices the frown on your face.
"You're so dirty, Jungkook." You shake your head in disappointment and roll your eyes, standing up from the couch and leaving the living room.
Jungkook is left there alone, covered in his cum and sweat. Poor baby boy, he should've been more careful.
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heauxvibez · 20 days
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Warning: Smut (18+)
Downtown
My desire is begging for the healing Let me guide you down to the place to be..
Roman let out a shaky breath, every soft kiss you placed upon his bare torso making him slowly lose himself. The blankets became hostage to his grip as the feeling in the pit of his belly engulfed him. Each kiss felt like a tiny spark and he savored the sensation as it spread through his body.
The sweat acted as an adhesive as his strands of hair caressed his beautiful face, highlighting the contours of his features in the dim light of the room. His chest rose and fell with each uneven breath, a testament to the intensity of his arousal.
There was nothing you loved more than seeing the love of your life unravel in front of you. To know that he was the one being submissive this time stirred a different type of feeling within you—a mixture of power and adoration that fueled your desire to please him even more.
Watching him moan and squirm as he leisurely became vulnerable to your touch was a delight. It was enough to send you into a frenzy, your own heart racing in sync with his.
Nibbling and licking along his waist, you left your own little love bites to make sure he remembered who he belonged to. Each touch provoked light thrusts from him, a silent plea for more.
"Please.." he pleaded, his voice filled with longing, his eyes gazing down at you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. His vulnerability only served to fuel your wants and needs to please him.
You were slightly surprised by his submission, different from his usual demeanor. He had never been so submissive for this long, and you couldn't help but wonder what had prompted this change. Maybe he was working on his patience, or maybe he simply craved the intimacy of this moment.
Roman's hand grazed the top of your head, urging you to go further down, his touch a silent invitation to explore every inch of his body.
"Relax, baby.." you assured him, your voice seemed to soothe his restless soul.
"I'll take care of you real nice.." you promised. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips; you sounded just like him.
Roman's hand moved from your hair to your face, his touch tender yet possessive. His thumb softly pulled down on your bottom lip, a silent reminder of who was really in control.
For a minute, his demeanor shifted from vulnerability to dominance. But that control was soon lost when you took hold of his hand and slipped two of his fingers into your mouth, your tongue wrapping around them in a slow and seductive dance.
"Fuck," Roman threw his head back, his mouth agape, his breath hitching in his throat at the unexpected sensation. You hadn't even touched him yet, and already he was at your mercy, his desire laid bare for you to see.
You withdrew his fingers from your mouth, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you teased him with a promise of what was to come. Each movement was deliberate, each touch proved to him how much you wanted him.
You placed wet kisses on his thighs, and you savored every moment of this intimacy. His muscles contracted with each movement he made, his breath coming in short gasps as he surrendered himself to the pleasure of your touch.
The moans that escaped his lips made you shudder, the sight of him writhing beneath you was something you wish you could've captured on film. Little did he know, even with all his control, you felt as submissive as ever especially under his gaze.
Though you wanted him to be patient, you knew you had teased him enough. So, you decided to give him what he wanted, to satisfy the craving that burned within him.
Grabbing his erect member, you peppered it with kisses. You could hear his breath quicken, his anticipation building with each passing moment.
"Is it mine, baby?" you questioned, your voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down his spine. You savored the taste of him on your tongue.
"Mhm," he answered, his voice a low groan of pleasure as he felt himself at the back of your throat..
You pulled your mouth away from him, each movement intended to drive him wild.
"Use your words, baby," you whispered, your voice a gentle reminder of the power you held over him.
Roman let out a breathy chuckle while his fingers tangled in his hair.
"Yes, baby girl...it's..yours," he moaned between words as he succumbed to the feeling.
"Mmm, that's what I like to hear," you murmured, satisfied with his answer.
You took him back into your throat. His fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your head up and down, his hips working in sync with yours.
"Oh, Fuck," he moaned softly.
You slurped, devouring him whole. His back arched away from the bed, the feeling of your lips wrapped around him overwhelming him completely.
Roman was beginning to get closer and closer to reaching his peak.
"Fuck..fuck..fuck," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as he thrust into your throat with each curse that left his lips, his body trembling with ecstasy as he climaxed.
You swallowed every single drop, the taste of him on your tongue fueling your arousal. You sucked him dry, your lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to coax every last drop of pleasure from him.
He used his thumb to wipe the cum that threatened to fall from your lips.
"How was I?" you asked, kissing your way back up his exhausted body.
"Amazing," he said, before placing sweet kisses on your lips.
"But now, I think I should return the favor," he whispered, the kisses traveling along your neck and making their way downtown...
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Omg that took forreeevvveeeeerrrr. Excuse me if there are any mistakes lmao I did my besstttt, don't come for me
This man would be a great pornstar because whhyyyy do we know what this man's love faces look like..
like sir we don't even have to imagine what it's like to see you moan, there's 1 million gifs of what that looks like
Tags: @harmshake @southerngirl41 @spritelucozade @empressdede
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