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tasteleeknow · 1 year

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PAIRING: minho x fem!reader GENRE: smut. fluff. established relationship. CONTENT: 18+ only. shy reader. marking. desperation. mutual obsession. unprotected intercourse. biting. body worship. overstimulation. mention of violence. oral (m. rec). WORD COUNT: 4.3k

NOTE: yeah it’s my birthday tomorrow and i wrote this as a gift to myself. @lino-nyangi and @tasteracha encouraged this. no other comment at this time.

SUMMARY: when your boyfriend asks you what you want for your birthday, only one thing comes to mind. you want to dress him in an outfit of your choosing.

PART ONE | DRABBLE: SWEAT | PART TWO

You’re backed up against the wall when the door opens, mentally preparing yourself for seeing him in the outfit you’d picked out. He’d laughed as you’d explained what you wanted for your birthday, eyes on the floor at the embarrassment of it all. You wanted to go out and pick an outfit and have him wear it for you. He only ever wore baggy pants, t-shirts and hoodies. You love him in whatever he wore but he never showed off all the work he’d put in at the gym. Despite his relentless teasing at your request, he’d agreed. Of course he agreed. He always did. He might act like everything was the biggest inconvenience he’d ever faced in his life, but he hadn’t turned you down once since you’d been together. You’d learned that’s just how he was. He never wanted anyone to know how much he cared.

He looks up at you the moment the bedroom door shuts behind him, tugging his pants up his waist a little. You press your lips together as he looks at you expectantly.

“Well?” he prompts.

You say nothing, taking in the sight of him in the tight, black, short sleeve shirt. It clings to him just like you’d imagined. He’d whined and thrown his head back as you’d measured him a few weeks earlier, slipping the measuring tape around his bare chest and then around his biceps. You wanted to get this right. He’d made you give him a back massage in return for all his saintly patience. It was worth it now you’re taking in the results. Your eyes trail down his matching black pants to his big black boots, you can't make yourself regret the money you’d spent on them: despite it being the most you’d spent on shoes in a long time. Your cheeks warm as you fail to meet his eyes again, keeping your gaze on his boots as he makes his way over to you.

“No comment?” he questions. You can hear the smirk in his voice. He was in his comfort zone, despite the clothes unlike anything he’d tried before. You had always been a little timid, overwhelmed easily. He approached the world very differently, self assured and confident. Only the people closest to him ever got to know his weak points, his soft centre and secret insecurities.

He tilts your chin up when he reaches you, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Disappointed?” he asks, well aware you weren’t. You knew he enjoyed it when you got shy, it boosted his ego.

“It’s pretty.”

He grins, tracing his finger down your neck to your clavicle. “That’s it?”

Your eyes drop to the zipper running down his chest. “You look nice. You look… better than I imagined. Thank you,” you say, offering him a small smile.

“This is all you wanted? For me to put some clothes on? I was hoping to spend the day without any at all.”

That’s how he’d asked to spend his birthday; locked in your bedroom until you’d been so exhausted you’d both passed out. “You think your dick is a gift?” you question.

His hand moves to your throat, fingers resting gently against your skin. “Only because you whine my name so sweetly when it’s inside you,” he answers, one corner of his mouth pulling up slightly as his eyes drop to your lips. He was lucky his ego only made him hotter. Still, it was fun to tease him.

“You think it’s special? A dick is a dick.”

His finger presses a little into your skin as he moves a little closer. “Oh, really?” he asks sweetly, a little condescension in his tone. “Is that why you get all shy on me? Even after living together for a year? Hm?”

“That’s just how I am.”

He shakes his head slightly, lips ghosting over yours. “I don’t think so, baby. I think it’s worse with me. I think you get all shy because you’re obsessed with me…” his lips brush yours as he speaks, breath tickling your skin. “Isn’t that right?”

You’re struggling to focus on his words, head tilting forward a little in an attempt to capture his lips. He only pulls away, keeping you pressed to the wall easily. “Answer me,” he whispers.

You blink as you attempt to regain your senses, reaching up to take his hand from your throat and intertwining your fingers instead. You find yourself staring at his lips again, watching as he huffs out a short breathy laugh. “Why’d you want me to wear this, hm? Can you answer that?” he asks.

Your eyes drop to the zip running down his chest. It feels involuntary and your eyes flick back up to his face so quick you’re hardly aware of the action yourself. He notices anyway, his lips pulling into a self-satisfied smirk. He reaches up to tug the zipper a little, moving it up and down slightly as he watches your expression. He lifts the hand intertwined with yours, pressing the back of your hand into the wall above your head. You’ve completely lost control of your breathing, uneven and much heavier than normal. You were easy to read. A stranger would be able to read your thoughts, but Minho? He knew you better than anyone else alive. You may as well have been screaming your internal commentary in his face.

“You wanna do it for me, baby? Tug it down a little?” he asks sweetly, lips hovering over yours again. When you lean forward, he doesn’t pull away this time, letting you press a little of your desperation into him. He hardly reacts, keeping your hand above your head as you moan against his lips. Your other hand moves to the back of his head, an attempt to ensure he doesn’t move away from you again until you're satisfied. It’s silly, the idea that you’d ever be satisfied, that you’ll at some point have had enough of him. You imagine pulling back, tapping him on the shoulder and announcing you’re all done. You giggle against his mouth.

“What?” he asks.

“I think you’re right,” you answer, a little breathless already.

“Mm?”

You don’t answer, attempting to pull him back towards you again instead. He takes your other hand in response, pinning you against the wall completely. “Right about what?” he asks, unsatisfied with your lack of response. He knows what you meant. You know he knows. He just wanted you to say it.

“What you said before,” you mutter, keeping your eyes off his own.

“I think you should say it,” he grins. “Say it and I’ll let you take over. I’ll let you unzip me.”

You can’t help looking into his eyes, big and brown as he waits for you to confess. If only he knew why you were so hesitant to say it. Sure, it was embarrassing. But it was more than that. You’d always felt a little like you loved him more. You were okay with it, or… you’d thought you were anyway. He loved you enough to stay, and that should have been enough. But confessing it to his face? Confessing that you felt like you were practically obsessed with him in a way he couldn’t possibly return? Your heart thumps hard against your chest at the thought of it.

His lips press to your forehead as your mind races, hands still held above your head. “I know it,” he whispers. “Whether you say it or not. That’s one of the things… one of the things I love. I fucking know it all, baby. You can’t hide from me.”

The way he’s leaning over you now causes the silver zipper to dangle directly in front of your face. You're sick of all this talk, especially when he’s dressed like this. With your hands occupied there’s only one plan of action that fills your mind. You duck a little, avoiding his head as you lean forward and catch the cold, silver zipper between your teeth. His chest moves with his laughter, then you’re tugging, pulling it down until a large portion of his chest is free. When you lean back again you don’t even look up at his face, eyes taking in the newly visible section of his smooth chest. You hadn’t been fighting him at all so far. You never did, letting him pin you to walls, to mattresses, move you around whichever way he pleased. It was your dynamic.

That’s why he isn’t expecting it, when you tug your hands free and practically lunge at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He laughs as he stumbles back a step. Then he’s turning you around so he can use the wall as support while you climb him. Your lips are on his neck before his back has hit the wall, attempting to suck marks into his skin. He was usually the one doing it to you: marking you. He liked pulling your scarf down a little as you waited for the bus, inspecting some of the hickies he’d left on you the night before. “Okay, you like the clothes,” he laughs. “I get it.” His hands support your thighs as you cling to him.

He’s quiet as you work, even when you begin nipping at his skin. It’s satisfying, sucking and biting at him. You should do this more often, you tell yourself. When you tug the shirt aside a little to bite gently into his shoulder he drops his head back against the wall with a small thud. It spurs you on, completing the same treatment to the other side before dropping your legs back to the floor.

His chest has flushed a little since you climbed him, a pretty red colour starting at his neck and disappearing into his shirt. You press your hand to the centre of his chest as he lifts his head from the wall and looks down at you with a small slightly dazed smile. A single strand of hair falls across his forehead. You’d helped him style his hair before leaving him to get dressed. He rarely wore it up like this, off his forehead.

“I meant I’m obsessed with you,” you confess before you can overthink it, reaching up to thread your fingers into his hair. “When I said you were right. I meant about me being obsessed.”

His grin widens as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him. “Yeah?”

You nod, tracing your finger down his nose and then over his lips, ending at his chin. “Don’t hurt me, please,” you whisper, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable. He knew the power he had now.

“Why would I do that?” he asks, looking genuinely puzzled.

You shrug. “You might stop liking me.”

“No,” he answers simply.

“No?”

“No,” he repeats. “You wanna go grab a knife and stab me in the leg and then ask me if I still like you?”

You roll your eyes. “No.”

“Good, that’d hurt.”

You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, interlocking your fingers. “You’re stupid.”

“Is it embarrassing? To be obsessed with someone so stupid?”

“Yes.”

He grins. “You better stop then.”

Your eyes flick across his face. “I can’t.”

His smile softens a little before falling off his face completely. He suddenly looks serious, almost solemn. It catches you off guard. Before you can question him he’s tugging your mouth to his, distracting you with his soft lips. It works like a mind wiping spell, lulling you into a blissed out state that only breaks when he finally releases you.

Your finger brushes his zipper, reminding you of the clothes he was wearing. You take a small step back so you can take in the sight of him again. His chest is still a little red and you can just make out the marks you’ve left all over his neck. You want to make more.

He’s still as you move in again and tug the zipper down a little more. You move slowly, wanting to savour it. Your mind drifts to when you can ask him to wear it again. Anytime, you remind yourself. You could count the time’s he’d refused something you’d asked of him on one hand. You press your palms to his chest, sliding them into his shirt until you brush over his nipples. He’s warm, despite the low temperature of the apartment. You drop your head to his shoulder, hands slipping around his sides to rest on his back.

“I’m being very patient,” he says after a moment. “Are you going to keep feeling me up for another hour?”

“It’s my birthday.”

He sighs dramatically. You lift your head so you can see his face. “Is it really that bad?” you ask.

His lips press together into a straight line and two little lumps appear at the corners of his mouth. “Yes,” he answers, unconvincingly. You pull your hands from his shirt and take a small step back.

“Alright, I’ll stop then.”

He reaches for the zipper and tugs it all the way down, letting each side of the shirt fall open. “It’s your birthday,” he says. “So I'll let you continue.”

“No, no. I don’t wanna do anything you’re not enjoying.” You nod towards the kitchen. “You hungry?”

He steps towards you. “Continue,” he demands, no room in his tone for argument.

You wait a moment, letting him fret. Then you move. You nudge him back into the wall with a palm to his chest then trail your fingers from his collar bones down to the waistband of his pants, then back up again. You could lose yourself in this, touching him. Now that you’ve said it, confessed to him how you feel, it feels less heavy. It feels natural even. How could you not feel that way? When he made you laugh like he did… when he looked like this…

You find yourself pressing your lips to his pec, hand gripping his bicep to balance you as you trail messy kisses down his torso. You stop occasionally to leave marks, from sucking, biting, any mark you can leave against his skin feels like an accomplishment. This is mine, they say. Minho doesn’t seem to mind, one of his arms tanging in your hair at some point.

You eventually end up on your knees, looking up at him for permission as you play with another zipper, the one on his pants. “You haven’t marked me up enough?” he asks, his tone a little condescending again. You fucking loved when he spoke like that. His tone so sickly sweet and still so full of ego.

You shake your head and he reaches down, tugging his zipper down and dropping his pants before you can react. You can see him through his underwear, begging to be freed. He twitches a little as you brush over him when reaching for the waistband. Then you pause. His hips push off the wall when you take your hands away. You don’t look up, dropping your eyes to his thighs instead. Just a few marks, you tell yourself before attaching your lips to his skin. You start with his inner thighs, kissing and sucking your way up to the hem of his underwear where they wrap around the tops of his thighs. This wasn’t new to you. Just the other week you’d given him this treatment at the side of the salt water pool as he’d dangled his legs in the water. You’d taken in the sight of his swim shorts stuck to his skin, wet from his swim, and found yourself practically worshipping him—standing in the water between his legs as you kissed over his thighs.

By the time you finally tug his underwear down his legs, you can tell he’s close to snapping, to taking control. He wasn’t used to letting you have your way for this long. But then you’re kissing his tip, tasting the precum that leaks from his slit, and he forgets his impatience—a small gasp escaping his lips. His thighs are where you rest your hands. You can feel every tense of his muscles like this. You’re just preparing to sink down the length of him when he’s suddenly tugging you back and falling over you, pressing you into the floorboards. His mouth is on yours before you even process where you find yourself: on your back on your living room floor. He’s clearly had enough. The zipper on his shirt tickles your skin where your tank top rides up your stomach.

“Want me inside now? Tell me,” he says, barely pulling his lips from yours long enough to get the words out.

You hum in response, pushing at his chest until he detaches from you. “On your back,” you gasp. His brows pull a little together in confusion. He was rarely under you. Still, he obeys, settling himself on the floor beside you.

His pants are bunched around his calves, too difficult to remove with his boots still on. You kinda of like the idea of it, of him being inhibited a little. He’s a little vulnerable like this. Usually you loved the dynamic you had, his dominant role in bed making you feel protected and wanted. But something had burst free along with the confession of the depth of your feelings. You hadn’t realised you’d been holding anything else back. Not until now. You tug your cotton shorts down your legs and climb over him, pressing your palms to his chest as you settle yourself on his thighs. The open shirt frames his chest and biceps perfectly. You’re only running your hands over him for 30 seconds or so before he’s whining.

“Enough. Take me inside now.”

“It’s my birthday. Not yours.”

“You haven’t fondled me enough?”

You scrunch your nose, huffing out a small laugh. “Fondled?”

He gestures to where your palms rest over his pecs. “What else would you call this?”

“Admiring.”

He rolls his eyes. “You haven’t admired me enough?”

You shake your head, smiling. “No.”

“Get on with it then,” he says, a little strain in his voice.

You flick your eyes down to his cock. It’s twitching a little against his stomach. You brush your fingers up the length of him, fascinated. He grabs your wrist before you reach the head. “Don’t touch unless you want this to end.”

You stick out your bottom lip a little. “But it’s my birthday.”

He releases you. “Fine, you want me to cum on my stomach? Go ahead.” It did sound nice, seeing him lose it all over himself before you’d even fucked him. But he was right. You wanted him to fill you. You take him in your grasp and lift your hips off him so you can shuffle forward a little until your entrance rests over the tip. You take in the sight of him one last time, his flushed chest, his hair–a little messier than when you’d started—, the way the black shirt frames his biceps. Then you lower yourself, holding your breath as he stretches you out. His hips rise off the floor a little, like he can’t wait the few seconds it takes you to sink to his base.

You both still when you’re full, taking in the feeling of being as close to each other as it was possible to be. It’s the first time he’s been inside you since your confession. It feels freeing. Like you can let loose completely, let your mind slip and your body take over; hold nothing back. His lips part as you begin lifting yourself off him and sinking down again, slow at first.

You can’t help resuming where you’d left off, pressing your palms to his chest and admiring the way his pinkish skin looks between your fingers.

It isn’t long before his instincts take over, grasping your hips so he can move you to meet his hips as he thrusts up into you. You take in his expression as he uses you, rutting up into you. He was desperate much quicker than usual. He really hadn’t been lying. He must’ve been close to losing it before you’d even begun.

You watch his ears redden to match his chest and his lips. You fall forward to kiss him as he continues moving inside you. You keep your lips on his even as he loses focus, unable to match your kisses. You swallow down the noises he makes, the groans, the tiny sounds that almost sound like whimpers. It’s in moments like this that you feel maybe it’s possible he feels almost as intensely as you do. But then you remind yourself he’s just feeling good physically. That he could feel this way with anyone.

His eyes flutter closed as he stills. He hasn’t cum yet. He takes a few deep breaths before opening his eyes again. You can’t resist sitting back and lifting off him before sinking back down slowly, watching his expression as he tries to prevent himself from filling you. “Stop,” he gasps. “Fuck, stop.” You do.

You wait for him to catch his breath, chest rising and falling deeply. His ears are still pink and you resist the urge to lean forward and bite one of them.

“Why…” he starts, before pausing and taking one more deep breath. “Why are you doing this to me?”

You frown. “Doing what?”

He sits up, cock still buried inside you as he grasps the hair at the back of your head. His eyes flick over your face as his mouth opens and closes, like he’s struggling to find the words he wants to say. You’re unused to him being lost for words. It’s a little unsettling. Something must be wrong.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he snaps.

You attempt to wipe any expression from your face, waiting for whatever this was to pass. One minute you’re riding him on your living room floor, ready to feel him fill you with his cum. The next you’re attempting to dissect whatever the fuck he was attempting to say right now.

“We started living together a year ago today,” he says.

“...yes.”

“A year…” he repeats, almost like he’s talking to himself this time.

“Is something wrong?”

“I thought it’d pass,” he mutters.

“What would?” you ask, tucking a little hair behind his ear.

“Feeling like this. All fucking itchy and… desperate. Like if I let go of you or leave the apartment, you’ll just… disappear.”

You frown, attempting to process what he was saying. He almost sounded angry. Like you’d done something wrong. Or he had? His eyes flick across your face and then he sighs, releasing his grasp on your hair and falling down onto his back again.

You lay yourself down onto his chest, his cock slipping out of you in the process. “You don’t wanna live together anymore?” you ask.

His hands move to grab at your hips, attempting to lift you up again. You let him align his cock with your entrance before sinking back down. You resume your position over his chest, cradling his face in your palms. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before looking at you again. “I wanna live here,” he breathes. “Right fucking here. Buried inside you like this.”

“You’re confusing me.”

He grunts as he pins you to his chest with his arms and fucks up into you hard. “Need it,” he mutters between thrusts. “Fucking need you.”

“You have me,” you soothe. “I told you I was fucking obsessed with you. You have me.”

He sighs, expression relaxing as he rolls his cock into you. It catches you by surprise when he suddenly lets out a drawn out moan and fills you, hips stuttering into you. Something about the way he finishes, the words it had taken to finally push him over the edge. It clicks into place, what he was trying to say. He feels the same. You sit back, watching him attempt to catch his breath as you start bouncing on him. His eyes flutter open as a high whine escapes his throat. You’d never done this before, kept using him after he’d finished. He’s clearly unprepared, throwing his arm over his eyes as his hips rise weakly off the floor. You practically shake as you cum, clenching around his sensitive cock and falling forward onto his chest.

“Fuck,” he gasps out.

His blushed ear catches your eye and you muster just enough energy to take it between your teeth briefly.

“Say it,” you murmur once you release him. “Say what you mean.”

His arms wrap around you, holding you against his chest, now sticky with sweat. “Do I need to say it?” he says, completely breathless.

“It’s my birthday,” you whisper.

His hands move to your head, lifting your face from his neck. “I love you,” he says, “It scares me how much.”

You’re pretty sure you understand him. That he meant something different to the previous time’s he’d said he loved you. There was something about his voice, a tiny wobble in the final syllable that convinced you maybe you weren’t alone in this.

“We’re keeping the shirt,” you say, offering him a small smile.

He laughs, letting you fall back into his shoulder. “I dunno if I can survive what it does to you.”

“You can pick an outfit for me?” you offer.

He’s quiet and it isn’t until you’ve both fully caught your breaths that he speaks again. “Anything?”

You lift your head and peck him on the lips. “Anything.”

He smiles.

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lxndonorris · 2 months

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the racing bull - Daniel Ricciardo (SFS24)

Y/N x Daniel Ricciardo Theme: Smut, Teasing, Touching Daniel returns from his suit fitting with a surprise x word count: 1930+ taglist: @game-set-canet first installment of the suit fitting saga 2024, if you have any requests let me know!

The anticipation built steadily throughout the day as you waited for your boyfriend, Daniel, to return from his suit fitting. The thought of him in his new racing gear, sleek and confident, made your heart race almost as fast as his car on the track. Unfortunately, work commitments kept you from joining him, but he promised to flood your phone with pictures once he got home.

It's late at night when you hear the door swinging open. Still sitting at your desk, face buried in a dozen books, adrenaline pumps through your veins as everything is now forgotten. Daniel is back home.

Your heart races upon hearing footsteps echoing through the hallway, but then they stop.

"You didn't send me any pictures, Daniel." A bit disappointed, you turn around to find Daniel casually leaning against the doorframe. But to your surprise, instead of pulling out his phone to show you pictures, he is wearing his new racing suit.

"Surprise," he says, his voice low and husky with excitement. Daniel runs a hand down his own chest, just along the zipper of the crisp white fabric with vibrant blue accents.

Your jaw drops as you take in the sight before you. Daniel, the love of your life, stands there looking like a god among men, his muscles defined beneath the fabric, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You can't help but gasp with appreciation.

"You..... you're wearing it now?" You stammer, unable to tear your eyes away from him.

He nods, taking a step closer until you feel the warmth of his body radiating toward you.

"I wanted you to see it in the flesh." Daniel runs both hands down his chest, feeling himself grow tenser with every second. "And besides, I couldn't wait to show it off to you." He smiles before licking his lips in anticipation.

You reach out tentatively, getting up from the chair to run your fingers over the smooth fabric of his suit, marveling at how perfectly it fits him. Every contour of his athletic form is accentuated, making him look even more irresistible than usual.

Daniel enjoys your hands all over his chest, and he starts purring like a happy cat. He leans into you, his face just inches away from yours, yet your eyes are stuck at his suit, his chest, his entire body.

"You look incredible." You urmur, feeling your cheeks flush with heat.

His body is thick and huge, growing tenser with every little stroke of your hand. You know he is so excited, maybe even more than you are. The weeks before the season starts are always filled with moments like these, and sharing them with Daniel makes them even more precious.

Daniel grins, a mischievous glint in his beautifully shining eyes.

"Wanna see me strike a few poses?" He asks, already starting to flex his arms and show off his muscles through the tight suit.

You giggle, feeling a rush of affection for this man, who never fails to surprise you. "Of course," you say, stepping back to admire the view.

As he moves through a series of poses, you can't help but feel a surge of pride and arousal swell within you. Here was your boyfriend, confident and strong, ready to take on the new season. And he is all yours.

His body is ready for the upcoming trials. As he lifts his arms, you can tell he's been working out like crazy; his muscles are bulging through the suit, and he is pushing himself, knowing how much you love seeing him in his new gear.

His thick pecs are on display as well as his pretty asses; he knows his audience, giving you a good look at all of him.

As he strikes another pose, Daniel smirks, biting his lower lip, something he would do when he was getting more and more into it.

After a few more minutes of admiring his display, Daniel finally relaxes, his breath coming out in soft puffs. He takes a step closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close until you feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest.

You lean into him, kissing him lovingly. He, however, goes a step further. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring every corner of it while leaving drops of his precious taste behind. This, mixed with his familiar scent swirling around your nose, sends shivers down your spine.

"Daniel." You moan breathlessly right into his mouth, but then he pulls away just enough for his taste to linger on your lips.

"You wanna see what's underneath?" He grolws deeply, one hand already at the collar of his suit, playing with its button.

Nodding slowly, you take a deep breath.

Carefully, he unbuttons his suit and pulls the zipper down to reveal his bare chest.

Swallowing hard, you can't help but steady yourself against his strong frame, and he gladly holds you close.

Firmly, you run both hands up and down his rock-hard chest. All of that teasing, posing, and overall tension hovering all around you is showing its effect on him.

Daniel takes several deep breaths, his eyes following your hands every move.

"I know you love the fireproofs." He breathes deeply, his eyes meeting yours again, pulling you into him even more. "But I couldn't resist."

A coy smile spreads across your lips as his burning gaze ignites a fire inside your belly.

This is good." You say, enjoying running your hands all over his chest, that his bare skin is warm yet so soft.

As you feel him and touch him firmly, he starts to purr again, but this time his voice is huskier and rougher than usual.

At the same time, his hands wander down your back, right to your arse, cupping your cheeks to hold you close to him.

"I love this." You murmur again, playing with his nipples, knowing very well that this makes him happy. "Thank you."

Daniel lifts his head slightly, trying to hold back a low groan but failing.

"I'm glad you like it." He leans in to kiss you again; this time, it's much more gentle, yet there is an undeniable desire building up in both of your bodies.

To tease him, you run a hand even further down his body, right to his crotch, feeling the excitement that's been building up inside Daniel, presumably for the entire day.

Right away, he moans into your mouth before leaning his head back and embracing your hand, tracing the tangible outlines of his member tenting inside his new suit.

"Fuck, this feels gooood." He mumbles, closing his eyes for a second.

You let your eyes wander down his firm chest before tracing the letters written across his waistline.

'Ricciardo'

You follow each letter with your index finger, one at a time, while you keep on findling with his length through his suit, causing him to let out multiple low groans, giving you goosebumps.

His entire body reacts to your touch, growing harder and harder, and Daniel slowly regains his composure, resting his head against yours.

"This is even better than expected." He breathes down your neck before he starts to grind his hips against your hand. "I was thinking about this for the entire day."

Smirking, you grab his member firmly, causing him to whimper.

"Me too." You embrace his body against yours, giving in to him completely.

You stare into each other's eyes for what feels like an eternity before he kisses you again; this time, it's a much more passionate kiss.

Together, you make your way toward the sofa, kissing and touching each other.

You lay down on your back while watching him slip out of the upper part of his suit, revealing his well-formed chest. Daniel is breathing deeply as well, running a hand through his curly hair and across his chest, right to the visible bulge inside his trousers.

"See what you're doing to me?" He growls, and his lips form a coy smile.

Biting your lips and holding back a million things you could say to him in response, you just motion for him to join you on the sofa.

Effortlessly, but with a sly smirk, Daniel climbs on top of you, one hand steadying himself against the cushions, the other now firmly on your chest, touching your boobs.

"Mhmm." You moan into his mouth, one hand still on his member, the other now back on his bare chest.

While you're grinding on each other, his crotch against your thighs, you turn your head to the side to catch some much-needed air.

Daniel doesn't mind; instead, he places kisses all over your neck, and his hot breath tingles on your skin.

"Do you want me?" You run a hand along his spine, toward the back of his head, and through his slightly messy hair.

Daniel takes a deep breath, separating himself from your neck for just a moment to look into your eyes.

"So much." His words barely come out as his voice breaks.

"I'm all yours." You lean in and kiss him again while running your hand all over him, his chest, shoulders, neck, and further down to his length towering inside his pants.

Lovingly, he unbuttons your pants, and as he pulls them down, he places kisses all over your waist and your thighs. His beard tickles your skin, but you love this even more.

Easily, he then pulls his member out of the suit and climbs back on you.

You feel him grinding on your thighs before he bends down, his chest just inches away from yours.

Once his lips meet your own, you feel him entering your body. Both of you get stiff and rigid, letting out low moans and groans in unison.

Unable to keep your eyes open, you give in to him again, letting him guide you with kisses and gentle thrusts.

Daniel moves deliberately, slowly yet steadily increasing the pace and strength, while you wrap your arms around his back and neck, stroking him firmly.

"Mhmm." He moans deep into your throat.

In this moment of pure blissful harmony, you let go of all of your thoughts, embracing Daniel with all your body.

It feels like an eternity has passed when the built-up tension inside your body gets nearly unbearable. You can tell he is feeling the same by the way he's moving, growling, and grunting.

After a heavy thrust, both of you stop and scream out together in ecstasy.

Exhausted but satisfied, he steadies himself against the sofa, so his face hovers over yours.

"I love you so much." Daniel smiles and kisses you again.

"I love you too." You say, and cuddle for a little while longer before he separates himself, gets off the sofa, and fixes his suit.

You get dressed again as well, and lean back against the soft cushions behind you, watching him put his suit back on, one sleeve at a time.

"You look so good, Daniel." You admire his strong physique, and with his back turned to you, you get a good look at his pretty arse.

Daniel looks at you above his shoulder, a shy smile playing on his lips.

"Thank you." He runs a hand through his hair and then across his chest once more. "I like this suit so much."

You get up as well and hug him from behind, resting your head against his back.

"I know you'll do great this year." Stroking his chest, you close your eyes.

Daniel cups your hand with his own before turning around and hugging you tightly.

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writerpetals · 3 months

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be with you | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

// i was editing this to repost, but sometimes i just like to keep writing onto things that were supposed to just be drabbles.... so i wrote more to this one to make detailed and spicy. hehe hope you like it <3

When the week has been long and the stresses that overwhelm him have taken their toll, he loves nothing more than coming home to see you dressed up in an outfit that leaves close to nothing to the imagination. Your body against the soft sheets of the bed, inviting him closer while he tugs on a tie that had suddenly begun to suffocate him at just the sight of you. Your half-lidded eyes beg him to join you, to allow you to love him, pamper him, tend to his needs as he settles against the bed with his head hanging low from exhaustion.

“Baby,” you coo, positioning yourself on your knees to ease closer, loving arms wrapping around his neck from behind. “Relax. I’ll take care of you.”

The words are what he needs to hear most, eyes closing while allowing you to caress his shoulders tense with the frustrations that have been piling up. You lean closer, mouth drawing near his ear to nip at the sensitive lobe playfully, earning a groan in return while the tie he has been fidgeting with slips to the floor.

“Sweetheart,” he exhales the sweet name in a raspy tone, gentle fingers gripping the wrist resting on his shoulder to pull you closer, turning his face to meet your eyes, “you’re too good to me.”

Hiding your grin becomes difficult when he offers such praise, taking the moment to instead press your lips to his own needing affection in the gentlest forms when stress fills him. Your mouth lingers against his, burning the feeling of his skin on yours in your mind for the time being, loving how soft he could feel against you when you need him just the same.

“You deserve it,” you admit honestly after pulling away, hand reaching to begin popping a few buttons of his dress shirt loose. Your words are true, remembering all the times he went out of his way to care for you, pamper you, spoil you senseless. Giving your all to someone that has given even more is never difficult. “You take care of me when I need it most, so tonight I’m going to care for you.”

He has no intentions to protest, knowing he desires your love just as much, allowing you to take your time unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his bare chest after a few moments. Reaching to touch, fingertips graze over his heart, soft skin against your own, down his chest, teasing his stomach, noticing his muscles tense beneath your flesh before you reach to tug on the buckle of his belt.

Naturally, he falls back, body hitting the softness of clean linens and inviting you to straddle him while focusing on your task. His hands run through his hair, eyes never leaving you while watching you undress him, taking in the sight of you pulling on his belt before fumbling with the buttons and zipper of his slacks. A soft groan here and there fills the room whenever your hands brush over his hardening length, his need for release evident in the reaction to your most simple of touches.

“I want to make you feel good,” you confess after positioning his clothing to where only his briefs cover the thick, needy arousal bulging through a flimsy fabric. “I waited all week to be able to show you just how much you mean to me.”

“Sweetheart,” he repeats, calling for you to crawl up his body to reach his awaiting lips. The feeling of his skin against yours once more as he shows his appreciation through soft kisses has a shiver crawling down your spine, goosebumps forming over your skin and an ache settling between your legs.

The way his hands find your thighs on each side of him, gripping you tight to claim what is his, causes moans and whimpers to release against his flesh, electrifying both of your bodies. Once your hips begin to rock against him, slow enough to draw out a groan from deep within his chest, it only adds to the bliss, the anticipation, the excitement of having one another again after such a long week.

Gaining confidence, your kisses trail from his mouth to his jaw, pressing your lips over and over until you lower to his neck. Teeth scraping softly against his skin work him up enough to begin pushing his hips into you, allowing you to feel between your thighs just how much his composure begins to wear thin. He needs this, and he needs you.

“Patience, baby,” you giggle between kisses down his chest, smirking against his skin. The words only earn another groan, the second time out of a pure need to have you. “I need to make sure I take my time and ease all of your worries, tension, and stress.” By the time you're finished, your hands end up on his stiff length, teasing him through cotton to receive a gentle buck of his hips.

“I want to feel you, sweetheart,” he mutters, eyes closing and head falling back against the bed, “I want you to ride me.”

His words cause your heart to pound twice as hard, stomach filling with butterflies at how much the man before you desires your attention. Carefully, you ease off the bed, earning his gaze once again from the lack of your presence, until his teeth sink into his plump, bottom lip once your fingers hook into the straps of your lacy panties.

“I know, baby,” you tell him, hips swaying from side to side, teasing him with the sight of you removing your risque attire you wore only for him. As your panties pool around your feet, you reach behind you, turning toward him the moment your fingers unhook the clasp of your bra, peeking over your shoulder at the way his eyes lower to study the curve of your ass. You couldn’t help but to giggle, enjoying putting on the playful striptease for the moment.

But you knew it wouldn’t take much for him to lose control after you slipped the fabric from your shoulders, dropping the bra to the floor with a flick of your wrist, only for him to grip you by the hips and pull you closer with a squeak from your lips. Even though him pulling you against his body on the bed catches you off guard, you can’t say you’re surprised when his fingertips begin to brush over every curve of bare skin, finally getting to experience how good you feel in his hands before you would ease the tension of a stressful week.

Before you would love him, tend to his needs, and show him how much he means to you. There’s no better feeling than being needed by the one you need most. Being desired. Being craved.

He makes it clear as you ease down onto his length, slower than he would like because he’s already so worked up. Every inch further into your heat earns a breathy groan, but his eyes never leave your body. His gaze explores you just as his hands had. The pressure of feeling so full of him gets the better of you in an instant, bracing yourself with palms on his stomach.

“Ride my cock, baby,” he growls, hands tightening at your waist, “use me to feel good.”

Heat barrels into your chest from below at his words. He’s still thinking of you even though this night was supposed to be for him, yet you do as he says. You ride him just how you like, hitting the spots that make your legs tremble and from the look in his eyes you’re confident he loves it just as much. Loves seeing you on top of him, loves seeing the way your face twists as the pleasure takes hold.

“God, you feel so good inside me.” You’re not shy to give it right back, loving the noises he makes at any mention of how good he can make you feel. You rock against him a little faster, creating a delicious friction of skin against skin that has heat engulfing your body. You begin to shake from how deep he feels in this position, almost too much to handle as he begins pushing his hips into you from below.

The familiar tug and warmth begins to take hold of your body. Every motion euphoric as you ride him to bliss, so overwhelmed while he whispers encouragements beneath you.

“That’s my girl,” he groans, thrusting into you to match your rhythm. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel it.”

His words mixed with the bliss have you crying out his name. The first wave of pleasure bursts through you without warning, body doubling over to fall right into his arms. He holds you tight as you ride out the high, whimpering softly through the bliss, hips slowing but still feeling his long, deep thrusts beneath you. You’re shaking in his hold as you begin to come down, knowing watching you get off was as needed to him as his own release.

Panting against his skin while he massages your back softly, slowly, you recover from the pleasure in no time. Once he senses you’re coming down, he gently guides your body to the body to slip between your legs.

“Use me,” you whisper while repeating his own words, watching the surprise in his eyes. “Use my body however you like, and then come inside me.”

His nostrils flare as a deep groan builds in his chest, jaw tightening like he’s been starved forever. While he’s taking in your words, you guide him back toward your sensitive, dripping pussy. Taking him by the base of his cock and the other hand on his hip, you ease the tip inside of you, rising until he pushes himself all the way in. A gasp fills the room, suddenly so full of him again and so tender from coming hard.

“Fuck me,” you whisper against his lips, inviting him so delicately to take all his stress, worries, and tension out on you. “Please…”

“God, sweetheart,” he growls, thrusting into you with a snap of his hips to earn another gasp, “you don’t know what you do to me.”

He rolls his body into you, thrusting himself deep and hard into your aching pussy. Your hips match his motion, arms wrapping around him to pull him close. Flesh against flesh, he fucks you just like that, getting lost in the moment, rhythm growing faster, harder, faster… until you’re crying out from pleasure all over again. He grunts, and groans, and tells you how good it feels, how wet you are, how you are all his.

Until he suddenly pulls away from you, falling back on his knees with a grip on your hips. He pulls your body up, one leg resting against his chest, the other fallen to the bed to give him the perfect view of his cock soaked in your juices slipping in and out of your cunt. He watches himself ease into you, taking things slower, drawing out the moment, then pulling back out to where only the tip is still inside.

“Fuck, baby,” he exhales, one hand coming down on your mouth while his thumb toys with your clit. “I want to see you come again.”

You shiver at his words, not sure if you’re capable considering how overwhelming your first orgasm was while riding him.

“I don’t think I can…” you tell him honestly. Neither of you have ever been scared to speak your minds when you’re together, always feeling so comfortable and safe with one another. Conversations in the bedroom come as naturally as if they were over dinner, and you know you never have to shy away from him.

“You can give me another, sweetheart.” He speaks gently while rocking his hips so softly it eases you into complete relaxation. He glides into you with a slow motion, settling there for a few seconds before pulling away. The thumb against your clit already has your legs shaking, sensitivity turning into full blown need once again. “Relax, concentrate. Focus on my cock in your sweet little pussy, baby. Feel my playing with your clit. Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Y-Yes…” Your eyes close, doing as he says and only paying attention to the sensation of him filling you over and over, the way he plays with your clit, how he tenderly strokes your thigh with his free hand. “It always… feels this good.” Your body melts into the bed, loving his slow, deep strokes of his cock and the easy way he plays with your clit. He has you aching between your legs in no time, the desire for release building with every second that passes.

“It looks so fucking hot, too,” he groans, watching himself disappear inside of you once again. “God, baby, you’re so wet and I’m so fucking hard right now for you. You’re so beautiful like this, all spread out just needing me to fuck you.”

A surge of warmth barrels through you. You react to his words by squeezing yourself around him, so turned on once again, so hot and ready to come.

“I love my girl like this,” he continues, picking up the pace a little, thrusting a little harder, circling your clit a little faster. “You’re such a good girl, baby. Come for me again.”

You’re gone by the time he stops speaking. The heat floods your body from between your thighs, the tension he so carefully built with his words and snapping as you cry out for him. Your body shakes as the pleasure takes hold, barely feeling him come closer to press himself against you. You ride out the bliss as his hips snap quick, desperate thrusts into you, fucking you fast, and hard until you’re both panting and gasping.

You come undone in each other’s arms, moans and whimpers filling the space. He spills inside of you, another wave of heat rushing through you until you can no longer think straight. His forehead falls to your own, riding out the bliss together before your bodies slow and it all becomes too overwhelming.

He pulls away to catch his breath, but he doesn’t let you go. He guides you to curl up next to him a moment before you both shower and clean each other up. His arm wraps around your body with your head in his neck, listening to each other’s breaths until they return to normal. Your body is spent from getting off twice, and his eyes are heavy after finally letting off steam after a long week.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, turning to press his lips to your forehead, “you’re too good to me.”

His words make you smile, running a hand up and down his chest as you fit so perfectly against him.

“You spoil me,” you reply, offering a tired giggle. Now he’s the one smiling, placing another kiss, but against your lips this time. “Spoil me in the shower?” you suggest, making a full blown laugh bellow from this chest this time.

“Absolutely,” he agrees, and you know there’s nowhere you would rather be after a long week than with him.

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latenighttalking00 · 7 months

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A Work of Art

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Fem! Reader

Summary: You are a Marchioness from france and your mother is adamant that you wed. She is a very close friend of the Dowager Vicountess Bridgerton who has so generously agreed to be your sponsor for the season. Perhaps in doing this, she has unknowingly found her son's perfect match as well.

Warnings: slow-ish burn, friends to lovers, smut, 18+, minors dni, hair pulling, possessive/dirty talk, fingering, oral (f receiving). This is just porn with a plot.

Word Count: 2k

Author's Note: Hi! This is my first time writing, so apologies if it's a bit rough; English isn't my native language. Hopefully, you all absolutely drool over Benedict the same way I do. enjoy!

Once the social season had begun its approach, you and your family make haste on your return from france. Due to your newly given title, you are projected to be quite the diamond this season indeed.

As a close friend of the family, the Dowager Viscountess, Violet Bridgerton kindly offers to sponsor your debut this season, meaning that it is now of the utmost importance to arrive promptly at the Bridgerton home in London before the season is to begin.

As you sit in the drawing room, awaiting the next potential suitors you will inevitably send on their way, the clear and evident dread in your expression does not go unnoticed by your mother. A quick swat to your knee from her fan catches your attention, a visible look of warning on her face as your eyes meet hers.

"I do hope that attitude of yours is quick to dissipate." She sighs, "Men will find you quite inadequate to wed if you are to continue this ridiculous behavior. It is quite unladylike." Your mother's words cut right through you as if she had taken a hot paring knife to both of your ears. Not being able to withstand it any longer, you quickly stand from your seat and interrupt her.

"Mother, this gown and the line of men outside the door are quite suffocating enough; no need for your incessant nagging as well." You take a moment to pause, regaining your composure.

"I believe I am feeling quite faint; perhaps I've seen enough suitors today." You threaten rather than suggest, "I will return to my chambers and perhaps get a bit of rest seeing as the sun has already began it’s departure from the sky."

You bow and quickly excuse yourself before making haste out the door, walking as fast as your feet can take you, right past the men who are practically begging for just a minute of your attention.

You race directly to your bedroom, entering quickly and not even fully shutting the door before you are pulling down the zipper of your gown and letting it fall to the floor. "This retched thing must come off immediately," you mumble to yourself as you pull at the laces of your corset, loosening them just enough to slide off your body. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you slip off your stays and slip on a beautiful white nightgown you purchased from one of the most talented modiste in france.

Shortly after the maids come to collect your gown, you are quick to wander down the halls in search of a cure to your relentless boredom. you find what appears to be an art studio and you are instantly overjoyed. you quietly sneak in through the door left ajar.

Art was your pride and joy; your sketches and the ability to produce beautiful works on canvas were the only things keeping you from becoming a mad woman.

Unbeknownst to you, Violet's second-eldest son and the owner of said art studio had just returned home from the gentleman's club. As he makes his way down the hall, prepared to return to his studio and peacefully finish up some things he started the night prior, he is met with complete and udder surprise at the sight of a woman flipping through his sketchbooks.

He feels as if the air has been knocked right from his lungs. Never once has a woman looked so real, raw, and simply ethereal to him in nothing but a simple yet elegant night gown, the pages in between your delicate fingers, the way in which you sit, your effortless and beautiful features, and the way they change and turn to show your focus, the true and utter intrigue at the charcoal etched on the paper is more than enough to bring a man directly to his knees.

He watches as you adjust your position, your nightgown sliding up your thighs as you cross a leg over the other. He feels as if he might faint.

“those are from my time traveling.” he points, making his way in to the room.

So lost in thought, you are quickly brought back by the sound of the deep and sultry voice coming from the hallway, it sends chills down your body, you are unable to fight the butterflies in your stomach and are completely unprepared for what you’re eyes are met with the second they dare to leave the pages in front of you. He is perhaps one of the most beautiful men you have ever seen, the way his features darken in the dim candle light could cause scandal merely on its own.

As he makes his way over to you, you scramble to find any sort of words to not appear as a complete and udder fool. “désolée, my Lord. All this beautiful artwork caught my eye and i could not help myself.” your voice only making his new found attraction grow even stronger.

“Benedict Bridgerton..” he says just loud enough for you to hear. He is quick to take your hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Miss y/n y/l/n” you respond, a blush creeps over your cheeks as your eyes meet his. Your name and accent are both very quick explanations as to why a very random beautiful woman was wondering in

his family home.

“Ah yes, the Marchioness from France. My mother has done quite a bit of boasting upon your arrival, i can now see why she was so keen on you being the diamond of this social season” he chuckled lightly “merci, Lord Bridgerton.” you offer him a warm smile as you place the sketch book in his hands.

Your hand grazes his and you feel as if your body is set aflame. You quickly fumble to stand, attempting to leave before any further scandal is to happen. he is quick to catch you by the arm, his light grasp more than enough to keep you in place.

“Please, stay as long as you’d like.” He offers, taking a step towards you, but you are quick to shake your head, knowing staying any longer may very well affect your title and rank during this very precious season.

“You are more than kind.” you place a hand over his and squeeze lightly. He leans even closer, your face mere inches from his. his scent fills your nose and you cannot control the heat that consumes your body, the sheer need you have for him in this very moment. “I must- i uh-..” he raises an eyebrow at your words. though his proximity fogs your brain, you attempt to compose yourself. “Perhaps i can show you some of my art in the duration of my stay here.“ he smirks, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip as he nods “if what you create is half as beautiful as you, my art will never hold a candle to yours.” he compliments.

Your breathe catches in your throat as his words. “..Benedict- Apologies, Lord Bridgerton..” you quickly correct yourself, the use of his first name not going unnoticed by him. “I’m sure both your and my Mother will have quite the earful if i am found in here, i must go.” Before he is even able to protest, you are gone.

As the days pass, You begin to consume his every waking thought, the sound of your voice, the feeling of your skin on his is burned in to his memory and he cannot shake his want for you.

Anthony is quick to notice his admiration, the wandering stares and close proximity immediately become apparent in Anthony’s eyes. As the family settles in the drawing room, Anthony is quick to pull His younger brother aside “You’ve grown quite close with Marchioness” Anthony offers his younger brother a warning glance and Benedict simply smirks in return “Brother, are you suggesting that i’ve compromised Miss y/l/n?” he laughs. Anthony in no way finds this amusing “See to it that your intentions are well thought out and you are thinking with your brain rather than something else. She is a Marchioness, toying with oversea affairs may be more than risky, even for a Bridgerton.” Anthony notes, the clear and evident weariness in his voice wipes the smile right off Benedict’s face

“Brother, do remind me. Did you not ask for one Sharma’s hand in marriage and then proceed to marry the other? You need not inform me on scandal for i am more than well aware of what i am doing.” he place a hand on Anthony shoulder and squeezes light before walking away.

time skip

Benedict does everything in his power to gain every fraction of your attention when it is available. The two of you spending more time together than any of the men attempting to court you. This new grown fondness blossoms quickly and Benedict soon becomes one of your most trusted friends. Spending late nights in his art studio, promenades in the garden, pall mall with his family. You’ve never felt more at home than with your dear Benedict and his lovely family. This fondness grows very quickly to something much stronger. Knowing Benedict’s stance on courting and marriage in general, you shake the thought. Knowing your dear friend will never see you as anything but.

While enjoying another late night in his studio, you can’t help but feel different. You both are well aware your time together is coming to end. Suitors begin growing impatient and proposals begin rolling in faster than the tide.

“I quite like Lord Lumley, he is handsome and he finds interest in poetry.” Benedict is quick to laugh “Lord Lumley is a dimwit after nothing but your title.” you wince at his words “Clearly he’s much more of a gentleman than you.” You tease, crossing your arms over your chest. “Excuse me?” he asks, the change in his tone sending heat right between your thighs. He rises from his place on the stool and saunters over to you, his large frame towering over yours.

“Repeat what you said.” he orders

“Ben i was merely kidding i-“ you stutter, his proximity making your skin feel as if it were on fire.

“Do not make me ask you again.” he warns, a smirk on his face

You are a bit taken a back by his demeanor but the insatiable desire in your body fills you with a sudden surge of confidence. “Lord Lumley is more of a gentleman than you, Lord Bridgerton.”

Benedict lets out a low chuckle before leaning down, his mouth right by your ear.

“Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps Lord Lumley isn’t plagued by the same un-gentleman like thoughts that fill my head the moment you step into a room.” he sighs, his breath on your skin only making matters worse.

Your hands find his half buttoned shirt and you press your hands lightly to his chest “Benedict.” you warn.

he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes with his own. Your noses practically grazing as he speaks. “Tell me now that you do not desire me.” His hands rest on either side of your face “Simply speak the words and i will respectfully withdraw and allow you to be with whomever you like but first you must tell me you do not desire me and you wish for me to leave you alone.”

“Ben.” You mumble quitely. Every feeling or emotion that the second eldest Bridgerton has ever caused immediately rises to the surface. At a complete loss for words, you do what you feel is right in the very moment and you bring your lips to his.

The kiss quickly fills with passion, weeks of hidden adoration and care comes bubbling over the surface.

“Marry me.” he say breathlessly as he breaks from the kiss. “You have shown me what is it truly like to admire a woman. To look at her and feel inspiration. To delight in her beauty. So much so that all of her defenses crumble and that you would willingly take on any pain or burden for her. To honor her being with your deeds and words. You make me feel what only a true poet describes." his works nearly bring you to your knees as tears threaten to escape your eyes. “I would move the heavens down to earth for you if i knew it would make you smile.”

“Benedict.. Je vous aime.” you reassure him “I love you mon chéri, more than the moon loves the night sky. You are my everything, my best-friend. I would give anything to be your wife.” He pulls you back in for another kiss which very quickly becomes heated.

He trails hot kisses all over your jaw, neck and bosom. “My beautiful Fiancée.” he mumbles, his wandering hands sliding their way up your thighs, threatening to breach the hem of your nightgown. You are immediately reminded of your current location and you push the dark haired boy back “Ben.. not here” you breathe out, The second Bridgerton son just smirks before kneeling down in front of you.

Unsure of what he’s planning, you remain silent, eyes trained on his as he begins trailing kisses up from your ankle to your inner thigh. His hands trail up the back of your legs, giving your ass a playful squeeze as he reaches it, causing a gasp to escape from your lips.

The mere sight of him like this sends heat directly between your thighs, all logical thinking thrown out the window as he begins to tug your panties down your thighs. A blush creeps over your cheeks and your hands find his hair, tugging lightly. Benedict continues with no hesitation, pressing light kisses all over your inner thighs, leading right up to your aching core. You’re unable to fight back the sounds that leave your lips as you feel his tongue pressed against your clit. “Christ Benedict… you’re going to be the death of me.”

He wastes no time, lapping, kissing and sucking at your soaked heat as strong hands grip on to your thighs, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. You lean against his desk to keep yourself upright while quiet moans and whimpers escape your lips, your hands pulling and tugging at his messy black hair, only encouraging him more. He pulls back only for a moment to look up at you “You taste fucking divine, my beautiful work of art.”

He is quick to return to your soaked heat. As his tongue works relentlessly on your clit, he slowly pushes two fingers inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust before slowly thrusting them in and out. Shortly after, you feel an unfamiliar knot form in the pit of your stomach and Benedict is aware immediately due to your incoherent mumbles and the way you clench around his fingers. “That’s my girl..” he says breathlessly “just like that..” After hearing his words, you completely unravel, shaky moans escape your lips as one hand grips on to the table and the other with a tight hold on your Fiancées hair.

Once your body has relaxed, he gently pulls your panties back up before standing to face you. You watch as he brings his fingers to your mouth “Open.” he commands and you immediately oblige, opening your mouth as he slides his fingers past your lips. The unfamiliar taste and the sheer sight in front of you causes a blush to fall over your face. He removes his fingers with a groan and offers your a smirk “You, my dear Fiancée are going to be the death of Me.”

A/N: Hi guys! I really hope every likes this :) if you have any request, feel free to send them to me :)

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rroseselavyyy · 1 month

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serpentskirt - myg

pairing: stalker!yoongi x female reader

warnings: smut, stalking, yoongi watches reader from her camera ahsagsahs

Min Yoongi never believed love at first sight. He considered himself mature enough to believe princess fairytales.

However, he believed love at first sound.

He was trying to work on his project while sipping his favorite coffee. He heard someone sweetly singing and like someone put him into a trance, his eyes followed where the voice was coming. That was the moment when he immediately fell in love with you like a lightning struck him.

You were humming a song, reminding him a siren calling out for him. You were as if in a world of your own with your glasses made you look even cuter as you were trying to read a book. Yoongi liked the fact that you were oblivious to the world around you. Even his eyes filled with sincere adoration. He was confident that you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Let alone someone else, even his eyes didn't deserve to locked with yours, he thought.

Nevertheless, you raised your head from your book and catched him looking at you. His breathing accelerated as if he could die at that moment, as you were questioning him with your doe eyes. Not wanting to give you the impression that he was a creep, Yoongi managed to take his eyes off of your beautiful eyes after what it seemed like eternity.

You didn't find him creepy, on the contrary, you gave him a friendly smile then returned to reading your book.

It was quite a harmless image, yet your eyes succeeded to haunt him in his dreams. He even wondered if you were the same nymph adorning his dreams where you lied on his silk sheets, anticipating for his next move with an innocent yet passionate look in your eyes.

At first, he tried so hard to respect you. Not wanting to invade your personal space, he watched you from afar. He was sure that once your pretty lips met with his, you would feel the connection. You would understand that you were meant to be. However, there was no need to rush things with you. You were the princess of his dreams. You were his muse, the girl he wrote songs about. He didn't want you to be freaked out by realizing how infatuated he was with you. You were his and he could take all his time to make this right.

But that didn't mean he couldn't reward himself with minor exceptions for his patience which could turn a man into crazy.

Not to mention his primal urge to rip your pretty little skirts failing to cover your thighs.

These minor exceptions included hacking your notebook when you asked him to restore the document you desperately needed for writing your essay. He didn't know why you came to him first, however, as a software engineering major, he would damned himself for not fixing your problem.

One night when he was watching you from your notebook’s camera as usual, you stood up from your lying posture then settled your notebook on your bed in a cautious way in order not to make sound. Yoongi immediately understood he was going to witness something he was not supposed to see when his eyes followed what you were up to, but that didn’t make him feel uncomfortable anyway.

You locked your door in the most silent way possible, then once you made yourself convinced that you were alone in the dark of your bedroom you made your way to your bed.

Little did you know was that you already had a guardian angel watching and protecting you from a distance as close to a breath lingering on back of your neck. He was more than willing to take your offerings as an appreciation for him watching you over for so long.

He didn’t know how he managed to open his zipper and got his cock out of his pants when you got rid of your shirt and bra respectively. He could’ve died right there when you lied on your bed with exposing your panties to his hungry gaze.

It was agonizing for him not being able to touch you when you looked like a goddess just meant for his eyes to see. Your delicate fingers found their ways into your panties and Yoongi couldn’t help but stroke himself as if he wanted to savour the pleasure. You were lying on your bed like a painting made by a renaissance artist. He always thought that even Botticelli’s Venus couldn’t match a level of beauty of yours.

There were erotic sounds coming out of your laptop when you were trying to pleasure yourself with scrunched up eyes. It seemed as if the more you got closer to your orgasm, the more you become oblivious to the environment around you. Yoongi desperately tried to keep up with your pace when the angle of your camera made it seem like he was the one pleasuring you.

“Yoongi-“

Yoongi couldn’t help but ruin his pants with his arousal when his name unexpectedly spilled out of your lips as a mewl. “Oh my god.” He whispered to himself as he was trying to regulate his breathing. His hooded eyes lingered on you when you were reaching your high.

“I love you.”

Words came out of your lips ever so subtly when relaxation hit you after your intense orgasm. However, Yoongi managed to catch them right on time. His heart swelled with joy when he realized that his love for you was not one-sided as he thought he was.

He was already planning to confess his love for you. Then marry you. Maybe have a child with you someday.

Notwithstanding, he also had a sick pleasure in becoming your hero that you never knew. Since the day he decided that you were his fairytale princess waiting for her knight in shining armor, he played his part wholeheartedly. Watching over you was one of the things he loved most.

Yet since you put on a exclusive show for him, he decided that he had to reward you somehow.

Starting by taking you out for a date.

#min yoongi #yoongi fanfiction #min yoongi smut #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #stalker yoongi #smut #bts smut #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts yoongi

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madyoghurt · 5 months

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hello! Could you make a hobie brownxfemvirginreader? That it’s her first time and she is kinda scared but hobie tries to calm her? If it’s a okay to you!^^

First ask YIPPIEEE!! and yes i can ♥︎

Heads up! Hobie calls reader Doll, Sweetheart and Baby. Reader calls Hobie 'Bee' once or twice. Use of the pull out method (actual protection is adviced)

You're not sure how you ended up in this.. situation. It was supposed to be a casual sleepover with your boyfriend, yet it feels like anything but casual when hes caressing your face like this, kissing you slowly, his tongue cautious yet seeking entrance.

The tickle of his cool lip ring against your warm skin and his hand sliding down makes you gasp, Hobie takes it as an opportunity to glide his tongue against yours, making you let out the quietest whine. And the warmth pooling between your thighs cant be ignored anymore.. you shuffle uncomfortably, signaling Hobie to check on you.

"Y'alright?" He murmurs against your mouth, his hand ghosting over your torso, right underneath your breast. "Yeah.. yeah, its just.. alot." You admit, sure you've kissed other people before, but it was never really more than that. with Hobie it feels different, hes so gentle, patient, pouring love and care into each movement. He looks you over, reading you like a book, he always does. "You're a virgin?" He asks, the bluntness making you shoot up, searching his features for any disgust or even boredom, but all you find is kindness and genuine curiosity.

"Yes." You nod, looking down to avoid his gaze, but ofcourse you can still fucking feel it, feel him.

"We can stop if you wanna..-" he starts but you shake your head. "No, i want it.. I want you." You admit, fidgeting with a seam on his t-shirt.

"Okay," hobie climbs over, now hovering above you, he saids "we'll take it slow, yeah?" He kisses you, once, twice. "I'll take care of you." He affirms you with his hand back on your cheek, his thumb caressing back and forth. He kisses you again, and you return it with fervour.

Minutes pass like seconds and suddenly you're laying back, with Hobie between your legs, kissing and nipping at the plush of your thighs while rubbing your pussy through your underwear, slow, slow circles around your clit, making you tense every time he rubs it just right.

"'Bee.." you pant, looking down at him with need. He meets your gaze with his own teasing one, not once stopping the movement over your clothed clit, making you struggle to find the words. "Please," you whine. "Quit fucking around." You giggle, making Hobie chuckle.

"Can't help myself, doll.." he shrugs. "You're so" kiss "kissable." Kiss

You let out a breathy giggle, sinking into the cushions with a faint smile. And thats when Hobie decides hes done "fucking around". He sits up and pulls down your underwear, the cool air hitting your wetness makes you shiver and close your legs. Hobie opens them again. you look down at what he doing, and thats when you see it.. his cock straining against his jeans, rock hard, begging for attention.

He leans back and palms himself, letting out a weak groan as his head falls back. You feel yourself clench at the sight. Hobie begins undoing his belt, making quick work of the button and zipper, he pulls his pants down along with his briefs.

You gasps as his cock springs up and hits his stomach, it swaying slightly as he takes his pants all the way off. He climbs on top of you, grabbing his dick and sliding the dark pink head between your wet folds, he looks up at you. "You're okay with this, yeah?" You nod. "Yeah." He kisses your forehead, slowly pushing inside, filling you up inch by inch.

"Ahh.. fuck." You breathe, the words coming out in a whisper. Hes not even all the way in when his tip nudges your cervix. He pulls out halfway only to thrust back inside, making you both gasp. You hold onto him as he finds a rythmn, grabbing at his back and torso desparately. "Takin' it so well, doll." He purrs. "You feel good?" He asks, caressing your thigh, gently draging his fingers over the marks he left there. "Mhm.. shit!" Your eyes squeeze shut as Hobies thrusts quicken.

He grabs your hands, holding them by either side of your head as he comes closer, your noses touch as you pant against eachothers mouths. He kisses you sloppily, dragging his tongue against yours. You muster up some courage and begin to suck on his slippery muscle, ripping a guttural groan out of him, he squeezes your hands as he slams into your g-spot, making you let go of his tongue with a loud moan. "Shit, baby.. you're doin' so good, so good f'me." He grunts, readjusting himself so he'll hit your g-spot with each thrust. This new angle has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your throats getting dry from all the heavy panting. You let out another broken moan, already feeling yourself getting close. "Hobie!!" You shriek. "I know, sweetheart.. shit- me too.." he grunts, letting go of one of your hands, he leans back and spits, letting his saliva dribble onto your cunt. He starts rubbing circles on your clit, that combined with him slamming into your g-spot over and over again being what eventually tips you over the edge, you begin pulsating around him, grabbing onto his arm for support and squeezing his other hand. "H-Hobie, m'so close! M'so fucking close!" You slur your words, digging your nails into his bicep. "Yeah? Cum on my cock, Baby." Hobie whines as you tighten around him, choking his dick.

Your legs shake as your orgasm takes over full force, you let out wheezy moans and broken whimpers and all you see is white for a solid 15 seconds.

Hobies thrusts lose their rythmn as he comes closer and closer to release, his hips stuttering as he tries VERY hard not to cum, wanting to let you ride out your orgasm before he pulls out. His movement on your clit slows and eventually stops as you start getting overstimulated. He pulls out gently before jacking himself off frantically over your stomach, cumming with a low groan.

He bucks into his hand, thick spurts of white cum hitting your warm skin. His head falls back as he comes down from his high, still panting heavily.

He crouches back down and pets your hair. "Y'alright?" He mumbles before kissing your cheek. "Yeah.. thank you, 'Bee." You hum, a stupid grin on your face as he keeps kissing you all over, whispering praises in your ear.

Being my first writing (this long, anyway) i hope this was alright :')

#hobie brown smut #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk smut #smut #hobie brown across the spiderverse #hobie brown atsv #fanfic

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roronoaswifey · 1 year

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𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐏, 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

summary. your brilliant boyfriend zoro comes up with an idea when he sees you in nothing but a taunting two piece lingerie set.

pairing. roronoa zoro x f!reader

warnings/tags. mirror sex, penetration, fingering, oral sex (m), zoro calls you slut but affectionately, breath play, unprotected sex, banter, just you both being a cringy couple, bold is japanese, slightly ooc zoro??

wc. 4.3k

kazu’s note. *scratches head* uh- this was longer than i expected… oops

“fucking finally,” were the first words your boyfriend spoke after a long night. you chuckled, closing the door behind you and locking it shut.

“it wasn’t that bad,” you stretched your neck, laughing as the boy continued to grumble about his annoyance throughout the entire night. “everyone was having a good time, you’re the only grumpy one.”

“that might’ve been the worst night in my entire twenty-one years of living,” zoro plopped lazily on the bed, back flat with his chest facing the ceiling. he huffed childishly, limbs stretched at each extremity of the bed. “and that’s including the sabaody and thriller bark incidents.”

“all because we ran out of sake?” you couldn’t help the laugh you let out. he was being incredibly childish, so childish that you found it endearing.

“‘s not funny,” he mumbled, crossing his arms beneath his head as support. you shook your head unimpressed, and as if he could sense it, “it was the good kind too!”

“you have nobody else but yourself to blame for your ineptitude to enjoy yourself sober,” you teased, removing your diamond earrings and placing them on the dresser.

“tch, i don’t expect you to understand.” he retorted, although it lacked fire. you hummed in faux acknowledgment, moving towards the body length mirror to help yourself out.

you looked back at your reflection. a silk black dress that stopped mid thigh and was dangerously close to revealing a cheek. the dress hugged your body perfectly, every crevice and curve accentuated. it snug your frame just right, almost teasingly, and you couldn’t help the way your fingertips roamed over your body.

whenever you cleaned up, you cleaned up damn well. your eyes narrowed at the sight of yourself more.

“what a self-conceited woman,” your boyfriend joked from where he laid. you snapped out of your trance, finding his teasing gaze from the reflection of the mirror.

you returned the smirk back, “when you look this good, it’s hard not to be,” shifting your body, your hips moved so your backside could now be seen through the mirror. you eyed your ass in the tight material, satisfied at the stretch of the silk over your curve.

“my pretty girl.” zoro agreed, letting his eye rest once more. a smile fell on your glossed lips, a warmth spreading through your chest at his compliment. my pretty girl. for a man as non-verbal as zoro, you would take that compliment and never let it die.

the more you looked at yourself, you noticed the steel gray zipper stitched in the material. it brought you back to your senses, remembering you’d now have to switch into more comfortable clothing to sleep.

although you wish you had more moments to appreciate the dress, you felt yourself slowly growing tired. you stretched your arm behind your back, fingers attempting to find the zipper. when you managed to get ahold of the lever, you felt your arm struggle to pull it downwards.

you frowned, trying once, twice and another time. the muscles in your bicep began to burn from the movements, and so you let your arm fall down.

“hey baby,” you called out to your lover, eyeing him through the reflection of the mirror. you saw him open his singular eye, a lazy hum vibrating from this throat, “c’mere and help me with my zipper?”

“can’t do anything without my help, needy woman” he sighed, though lifting himself from the bed. he stretched his limbs with a groan, before walking over towards you.

you felt his presence behind you, and so you playfully rolled your eyes, assuring he could see you through the reflection. “‘m just so helpless without my incredibly strong and reliable boyfriend,” you fed on his ego, slapping his thigh encouragingly.

“i mean i am incredibly strong and reliable.”

“that you are, my love.”

“‘m also very skilled and observant. would never let you get hurt.”

“ah, whatever would i do without you?”

through the mirror, your boyfriend gave you one of his rare smiles— the one that exposed his adorable left dimple, pearly whites flashing, cheeks stretching wide. you cherished whenever the man would smile like this, since it only ever came every once in a blue moon.

you granted him a smirk, slapping his thigh once more, “now get on with it, my knight in shining armour.”

he placed a gentle kiss at the crevice of your neck, before putting his hands to work. you watched as he moved your hair out the way, dragging the zipper down slowly. his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek, and you ignored the heat in your stomach bubbling.

once the zipper landed right at your lower back, the dress dropped and pooled at your ankles swiftly, revealing your skimpy undergarments.

you blinked, momentarily forgetting you paired the silk dress with your black lace bra and matching thong. your boyfriend, on the other hand, blinked as his eye roamed from your back muscles, and moved down to the tattoo that sat right above your ass, before lowering his gaze down to cheeks.

you watched him amusingly, loving the way he was mesmerized by the set you wore. ironically, when you had purchased the set and offered to give a haul, he let you know he was nowhere near interested in what you and the witch bought.

when you brought your thoughts to words, he chuckled in disbelief, rough hands grazing down your warm skin, resting at your waist, “guess i’m a dumbass then,”

“you guess?” you joked, and when he raised his head to give you a flat look, you giggled in retaliation. his eye moved back to your backside, practically drooling over your flesh.

turning around, his sight was now replaced from your ass to your breast. “c’mon zee, you gonna keep looking or put your incredibly strong and very skilled hands to use?” you pressed your chest against him, draping your arms over his broad shoulders, offering an innocent smile.

he returned a smile, though far more mischievous than the previous one. his hands found their way around your middle, tugging you incredibly closer to him. his nose teasingly brushed yours, lips inches dangerously away from your own.

“gotta help my damsel in distress,” he mumbled with a feral grin, barely giving you a breath before locking lips with yours.

the kiss was slow and sensual. your boyfriend was taking his time, savouring your taste if the tilt of his head revealed anything. you hummed in appreciation, fingers moving to play with his short fringes, scraping his scalp gently.

and before you knew it, his tongue eagerly slipped into your glossy lips, slipping into your cavern and explored every inch of the warmth. his hands lowered and grabbed onto your mouldy flesh, feeling his rough callouses contrasting your soft skin.

you moaned softly into his mouth, enjoying the rub of your ass, simultaneously enjoying the way your front would rub teasingly against his. his hard-on was impossible to ignore, poking into your groin so naughtily, and surely enough you felt your panties dampen with your slick.

zoro pulled away just slightly, panting against your swollen lips, the feral grin returning on his mouth, “got a brilliant idea just now.”

you cocked an eyebrow, a smile following your words, “care to share?”

“you’ll see,” zoro gave you a light spank, feeling the delicious recoil beneath his palm, his smirk growing dangerously wider. “turn around for me, princess,”

you complied to his order, turned around and found yourself staring at your own reflection once again. it was only when you eyed your swollen lips and the devious stare behind you that you put the pieces together.

“got an idea yet?” zoro pressed his bulge into your ass, arms wrapping around around stomach. when you giggled, he smiled approvingly, resting his nose in between your shoulder and neck, taking an inhale of your intoxicating scent.

“‘m gonna blow your mind away,” his warm lips left trails of wet kisses along your neck. from beneath your ear, to the back of your neck, his kisses would grow harsher, teeth dragging your skin with intent to leave marks.

“blow me away then,” you sighed, throwing a hand back to find his hair. feeling tingles of pleasure where his lips would leave bites, heats of fire licked at your spine as his explored your upper body, eventually resting at your breast.

he took a greedy squeeze and you moaned before you could help it, the cold metal pierced through your nubs being tugged at. his hands slipped through your bra, fingers finding your nipples with practiced ease as he fondled the erect peak, while simultaneously massaging the tender flesh.

the breast play drove your mind to mush quicker than you anticipated, “hurry up, take it off already!”

zoro tsked, plunging his teeth particularly deeper into your neck, the sting making your legs buckle, “we’re keeping the set on. think of it as a makeup haul,”

“still your fault,” you grumbled childishly, and when he pinched your nipple and anticipated your squeal, he delivered a soft kiss at your jaw.

“m tryna make up for it, aren’t i?” he dropped a hand from your chest, fingertips trailing downwards. his hands stopped at your waistband, slipping his index past the elastic as he circled around your waist teasingly.

“we’re gonna play a little game, yeah?” he mumbled right within earshot, the words sending shivers through your body. in the pause between his words and your nod, he lowered his hand in your panties, pushing the flimsy string aside and used his thumb to graze just over your clit.

you stiffened at the discreet move, body yearning for more. he was being a teasing little shit, and as much as you wanted to call him out on it, you didn’t want to risk him leaving you in this state. you bit your tongue.

“simple rule; keep your eyes on yourself at all times. got it?” as if to demonstrate, his free hand grabbed at your jaw, tilting your chin so you’d be forced to stare at yourself.

you huffed in slight embarrassment. you looked a mess— in the process of it all, your hair had gotten messed up, neck littered in nasty love bites, lips swollen and gloss smothered around your mouth. of course he wanted to do this, the bastard.

“what’s wrong?” zoro hummed, though his taunting smirked showed anything but concerns. “thought it was hard to not keep your eyes off of yourself when you looked this good?”

“fuck off,” you rolled your eyes, and when the hand in your thong threatened to leave, your hand quickly gripped it and kept it in place. “fine, god you’re annoying,”

“what ever happened to my gentle damsel in distress?” he chuckled, thumb now rolling your clit around. at the touch you threw your head back, stomach churning at the pleasure. you could see from your peripheral zoro’s pointed gaze, before yanking your head back down, the grip on your jaw tightening.

“thought i told you to keep your eyes on yourself at all times?” he growled, teeth nipping at your earlobe. you whimpered, the hand on his gripping his wrist harder.

“hurry it up then!— please,” you pleaded, slowly losing your composure. behind you, zoro dragged his lips lower down your neck.

“only ‘cause you asked so nicely,” he cooed, wasting no time to plunge two fingers knuckle deep in your pussy.

the moan you let out was pornographic, the stretch of his thick digits burning so deliciously. his pace was slow but steady— experimentally fingering you, scissoring your walls with ease. your slick made the job easier, and only when it dribbled down your thigh had you noticed how horny you were.

“look at what i get to see regularly,” his hand guided you back to the mirror you’d subconsciously been inching away from. “wouldn’t it have been greedy to keep this all to myself?”

you were too out of focus to reply. you’d never seen yourself during sex before. and as embarrassing as it was, it also turned you on immensely. your buckling legs, the way zoro’s fingers would disappear into your cunt and come back out glossier than previously. your eyes moved up to your face, jaw dropped as you moaned and moaned like there was no tomorrow. drool collected at the corner of your mouth, eyes lidded as pleasure slowly consumed you entirely.

“my pretty little slut,” zoro leaned forward, cheek now in contact with yours, slipping in a third finger into your looser cunt. you whined are the addition, arms stretching forward to hold onto mirror for support. “see how good you look?”

he mumbled in your ear, soaking in the way you crumbled at his fingers alone. his cock twitched at the mere thought of seeing you see yourself fall apart on his dick. growing impatient, he growled, quickening his pace.

“zoro— oh fuck, right there!” you babbled, eyes rolling at back of your head when you felt his ruthlessly thrust at your sweet spot. the familiar yet different coil in your gut built, threatening to release at the pounding.

“eyes, my love.” he growled beastly, and you whined in annoyance, though forcing your gaze back into yourself. it was getting harder with the nips at your sensitive neck and your cunt sucking in and out his fingers.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” at the words you clenched impossibly harder, focusing on chasing your release as quick as possible. “gonna cum for me, baby?”

“yes, oh yes! please let me cum!” you begged, legs stuttering as you barely held yourself together. if possible, his pace quicken and the thrusts grew sharper, his bicep flexing in the process.

“anything for my damsel,” a tough bite at your jugular and the multitasking of your clit and sweet spot being stimulated had you squirting hard.

the coil snapped and you moaned loudly, hardly considering the possibility of your crewmates hearing you. you melted as the liquid sprayed down your legs and onto the mirror. you watched yourself breakdown, drool now escaping your mouth and body quivering at the overstimulation.

“thought you said you were cumming baby?” zoro teased, removing his fingers from your panties and bringing them to your mouth.

still hazy, you eagerly accepted the wet digits into your mouth, moaning around his fingers at your taste. zoro watched with animistic intensity at the sight, his dick twitching vigorously.

“good job love, you did so well,” he brought his own fingers to his mouth, now savouring your saliva coating his fingers and the faint taste of your pussy.

“now,” he popped his hand away, placing them on your hips and turning you around. you raised an eyebrow in confusion, and so he explained himself. “mini pause on the game, i need some help. you willing to help me out?”

“do i even have a choice?” you snorted weakly, and when his hand cupped your jaw, index finger lifting your gaze to meet his, your eyes widened in surprise.

“‘course you do. ‘m not gonna make you do anything you don’t wanna do.” he pointed, sternly.

you heart swelled at his statement. you rolled your eyes playfully, swatting his hand away gently, “i know that, idiot, now lemme help you out,” you lowered down, opting to squat instead of kneeling.

when you looked back up, your boyfriend stared you down in an amused shock, “well that’s new,”

you shrugged, not wanting to admit you wanted to give him a good view through the mirror. you only hoped the intense workout sessions with him would pay off here.

“gonna whip out your dick now?” you asked, hands moving up to his zipper, only to have him stop your movements. you looked back up, ready to retort when it died down on your tongue at his teasing grin.

“no hands. can you take it?” he asked, bringing his free hand to your hair, pushing it out of your face.

your face twisted in annoyance at the nerve he had, competitiveness slowly bubbling in your veins. you kissed your teeth, hands flying to grip his thighs to accept his request.

“‘course i can, you’re talking to me here.”

“ah, whatever would i do without you?” he ruffled your head affectionately, loving the way your lips fell into an unintentional pout. “now, get on with it,”

you rolled your eyes at him using your own words against you, but decided to push past it. for now, you focused on how you were gonna pull his pants down without hands.

you leaned forward, teeth popping off the button of his dark jeans with ease. when you heard an approving grunt, you found yourself wanting to impress him further. and so, you bared your teeth out, finding the piece of steel and dragged it down slowly while keeping eye contact with him.

a smirk pulled at his lips at your dedicated eyes. he knew you’d be able to do it, you were his slut after all.

moving on, you managed to pull his pants down with a rather big bite. you were careful to not tangle his skin in the process, and the second the article of clothing moved past his mid thigh, gravity did its thing and finished the job for you.

you moved up and repeated the same cycle with his briefs, ignoring the way your pussy clenched around nothing at his musk. god, you wanted his dick in your mouth so badly. his briefs now hung at his mid thigh, his throbbing cock now hanging at your face.

“you did it,” he spoke the obvious, and when you gave him a flat look, he chuckled, “don’t give me that face, get on with it.”

you collected all the saliva in your mouth, eyes glued on the pretty brown tip of his cock. it leaked with pre, curving slightly to the left as the bottom of his large shaft was decorated with dark green pubes.

you were gonna reach down there.

and so you leaned forward, with the help of your hands stuck to his thighs, and greeted his tip with a kiss. you heard the man hiss, and so you took him further down, jaw slackening as bobbed down his cock.

you started slowly, dragging your tongue around his dick, the salty taste of his skin leaving a pleasant buzz in your head. though harder to manage, you didn’t back down as you took him even further down.

“there we go,” he grunted, the grip on your hair tightening. he held back the thought of guiding you down, turned on by the idea of you taking him in without his help. “just like that,”

saliva began to escape your mouth, jaw and thighs getting sore, but you knew you had to deal with the pain. you were determined to make him cum, without your hands.

taking a deep breath in, you leaned forward all the way down to his cock, nose meeting the dark green pubes. the smell of his hairs clouded your mind, and the guttural groan your boyfriend released made you leak.

“fuck—“ he cursed under his breath, watching as you went ham on his dick. you weren’t letting up, you moved up and down like your life depended on it, your thumbs rubbing circles on thighs and fingernails digging deep into his flesh.

your eyes caught his and though your mouth was occupied, zoro pictured the smirk you’d give him. he smirked back at you, and you understood as to why.

you went back to working up and down his throbbing cock, before pulling up and sucking harshly at his tip, just like how he likes it.

“god— okay, okay, that’s enough,” he used the grip on your hair and pulled you entirely off of him. you frowned, ready to voice out your annoyance but he cut you off before you could begin.

“needa cum in that pretty pussy of yours,” he lifted you up from your crouching stance. when you now fully stood, you felt the ache in your trembling thighs, “besides, you looked like you were having a hard time there.”

“i know you’re not talking,” you raised a singular eyebrow, amazed by the audacity of this man.

he chuckled, swiftly turning you around, and you were once again greeted with the view of yourself. he kissed your jaw, “game’s back on. remember my love, eyes on yourself.”

before you could roll your eyes, you felt the tip of his cock playfully rubbing at your lips. you bit your lip, holding back a moan threatening to release. the grip he had on your hips would surely leave bruises, but the taunts of his cock slipping in and out of your cunt made it feel worth it.

“put it in already,” you complained, feeling your brain melt at the teasing. you were so close to the feeling and whenever he felt as though you were ready to express your delights, he’d pull back out.

“i’d suggest holding the mirror,” he nodded his head, his tip waiting at your entrance. your arms tumbled towards the mirror, palms nearly slipping at your moistness.

you were finally granted the thrust he gave, you both moaning wantonly as you sucked in his dick greedily. your arms nearly gave out at the burn of his stretch, but you were far too greedy to care about it. you wanted more, and if you took your eyes off of yourself, he’d throw a fit.

“remember,” he growled, barely holding it together himself together. “eyes up or i swear to god i’m pulling out.”

a whine slipped past your lips, “okay, okay, hurry!” you moved your own hips back and forth, deciding to begin without him. he hissed at the feeling of your gummy walls accepting his cock so easily, your lips gripping him so naughtily.

and much to your satisfaction, he held your hips and began to pound you. he pounded into you brutally, so ruthlessly, never letting up. you wanted it? then he’d give it to you.

you cried in pleasure, watching your body jerk forward as you matched his thrusts, head bobbing without control as your breasts jiggled in sync. whenever he’d sink into you, he repeatedly attacked your cervix, his cock dragging at your walls and stretching you impossibly further.

you fingers curled and your knees buckled, though your eyes stayed glued to the mirror. you watched as his eye met you, an animalistic smirk stretched on his lips, watching with pride as he ruined you. he then lowered his gaze to your ass, the recoil of each bounce made him pound deeper, addicted to the movements.

“fuck, yes, oh zee, ‘s so good!” you bit your lip in attempt to muffle your moans, but the fingers that wrapped around your throat cut your breathing circulation briefly. you inhaled sharply, the lack of air fucking with your thoughts.

“god, look at you,” he growled, leaning forward and hitting a whole new spot. your vision began to fill with stars, the penetration hitting even further and nearly had you spasming in bliss.

“love having my hand around your neck, huh?” his grip tightened and god, how badly you wanted to cum. “want me to breed you and make you mine forever, ain’t that right?”

“yesyesyes!” you babbled, bringing your own hand to hold the one on your neck. zoro smirked impressively, lifting your body so you were now pressed against another. you felt his sweaty chest behind your back, and when his hand slipped forward to toy with your clit, you lost it.

you tilted your head back, lips inches away from his panting ones, “i’m cummin’! fuck, oh fuck— please let me cum, please!” your free hand moving back to grab ahold of his bulging bicep.

zoro’s lips twitched in anticipation, leaning forward to mumble the words on your plump lips, “‘m right behind you baby, cum for me,”

capturing your mouth with his before you could wake up the whole ship, you cummed and hard. you screamed in his mouth, tongue muffling your sounds as he milked out everything you had to offer.

zoro followed you shortly, groaning in your mouth, hips stuttering as he emptied his milky load into you. he rode out his orgasm, briefly forgetting you were now on the verge of overstimulation, focused on bringing you both down from your highs. your broken sobs indicated you were feeling as good as he was, sunken deep into your cunt as he painted your walls white.

eventually, he slowed his thrusts down, your whines music to his ears. when his thrusting stopped, he released the grip on your neck, his hand now moving to your stomach and resting around your waist.

though out of breath and nearly on the verge of passing out, you kissed your boyfriend as passionately as he kissed you back. his fingers, once gripping you tight, now rubbed shapes onto your skin soothingly. his touch left sparks of warmth all over your body, even after your promiscuous actions.

you pulled back, resting your head on his shoulder, panting heavily. you watched the view before you, and you had to admit it was rather charming to see zoro post orgasm. the way he eyed you with love made your chest flutter with butterflies.

“brilliant idea, by the way,” you spoke first, chuckling at the way his face lit up.

“right? ‘ve had this fantasy for so fucking long, can’t believe it took this long to do it,” he kissed your temple gently. you hummed in agreement. you couldn’t believe all it took was for him to pull your zipper down.

“oh,”

“what?” you looked back at him. his smirk deepened, and he brought his hand to rest at your neck, though with no pressure. you cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“you lost the game. time for your punishment.”

… idk 😐

#roronoaswifey.exe #kazuha’s works 📂#roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #one piece smut #zoro smut

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inlovewithgreta · 11 months

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Lovers — Larissa Weems x Morticia Addams x Fem!Reader

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Synopsis: You get caught pleasuring yourself alone without telling the two women in your life, and in return, you get a punishment that is full of pleasure.

Warnings: Praise, degradation, mommy kink, spanking, edging, squirting, marking, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, etc…

Word Count: 4.6k

a/n: if you would like to be part of my taglist, do let me know! I’m so excited to post this oneshot, I’ve never done anything with three people before so this is a first for me. I hope you lovelies enjoy and have an amazing day! ♡

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Today was a quiet day in the mansion. Staff was gone for the weekend, Larissa was at work, Morticia was reading in the library, and you were in the bedroom. You had told Morticia you were lying down for a nap, but that was not the case whatsoever.

Your mind had been having dirty thoughts. Dirtier than usual. The two women in your life have been doing other things, leaving you completely touch starved. It had been what felt like ages since either of them had laid a finger on you, and the heat rising between your legs was far too much to ignore any longer.

Grabbing the small bullet from your nightstand, you rested your head back against the silk pillowcase as you dragged the now vibrating toy down your naked body.

First, you toyed with your erect nipples, circling the buzzing toy across your chest, allowing each vibration to go straight to your core. You were already a moaning mess before you even reached your center.

Your legs were spread as far open as possible, the cold air along your dampened cunt creating goosebumps along your bare skin. Small whimpers were quick to fly out of your mouth, the sweet touch from the bullet sending you straight into complete bliss.

You were too focused on the pleasure to realize how loud your moans actually became. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but the more intently she listened, the faster it was for her to figure out what it was.

You.

Moaning her name.

Morticia set her book aside, marking her spot for a later read, and lifted a high brow when she heard you moan once more. She quietly walked down the hallway, keeping her movements slow and steady to avoid the loud clicking from her heels.

As she reached the doorway, her eyes dilated at the unexpected sight before her. She eyed your naked body sprawled out in the middle of the grand bed. Legs were spread, back was arched, and a little black bullet sat between your legs.

"What a naughty little thing," She folded her arms across her chest. A loud gasp left your mouth at her sudden words, heat rushing straight to your cheeks from embarrassment. You weren't expecting Morticia to catch you in the act.

"Couldn't even bother to tell me? Tsk tsk." She clicked her tongue and shook her head disapprovingly, taking the few steps towards the bed.

You attempted to pull the toy from between your legs but Morticia had other plans, stopping your wrist with a stern grip.

"Don't go shy on me now, y/n. Finish. After all, you couldn't wait for me." She let go, placing both hands on her hips and gazing down at you with dark eyes. "Go on." She flicked her eyes to between your thighs.

You gulped, turning the toy back on and placing it back between your legs with a quiet whimper. As you began to pleasure yourself, Morticia slid her hands behind her back, slowly pulling the zipper from her dress down her back. The fabric dropped softly to the floor, revealing a black laced lingerie set that hugged her hourglass figure perfectly.

"I can't—" You shook your head, the pressure from her heated gaze making it harder for you to find your release. Under any other circumstance, it would take a mere second for you to finish, but Morticia was always the one doing it for you, not just watching you intently with a stoic face.

"You can. You will." She kicked her heels off.

"Please," You pleaded, salty tears steadily falling down your cheeks. You needed her. Needed her touch. "I-I can't!" You whimpered once more.

"So pathetic. My needy slut is desperate enough to touch herself but not enough to come."

Morticia crawled onto the bed, immediately taking the small bullet from your hands and holding it tightly in her own. She flipped her long raven locks behind her back before dipping her face between your thighs.

"Can't even finish yourself off without me," The toy presses roughly against your clit, causing your breath to hitch, "We're going to have to work on that one." Her dark eyes look up at yours before flicking down to your glistening cunt.

"It's too bad, you know," She lowered her upper body down to the mattress, arching her back, and forcing her barely clothed ass into the air. "Now mommy is going to have to destroy this little pussy of yours until I have you begging for mercy."

Her lips attached to your inner thighs, before trailing towards your center and licking a strip up your folds. Moans were quick to escape your throat as she pleasures you by both her mouth and the toy pressing against your sensitive bud.

"F-fuck!" Your chest heaved at a familiar knot forming in your abdomen. Hands gripped at the emerald green duvet below you, knuckles turning white at your rough grip. Morticia could feel you trembling, your body quivering at your close release.

"That's it. Come for me." The raven haired woman edged you on, peppering your inner thigh with kisses before nibbling on the soft flesh, leaving fresh love bites in their wake.

With a skillful flick to your cunt, Morticia had you spiraling almost instantaneously.

"Oh, 'Tish!" Her name flew out of your mouth just as she turned the toy off and carelessly tossing it aside.

You thought she was just helping ride out your high by removing the toy, but boy were you wrong.

Morticia wasn't done just yet.

You had touched yourself without her, and couldn't even finish yourself off at her command which was unacceptable. She had taken note of how often you've listened to Larissa's demands compared to her own, and part of her grew jealous. Should she have been? No. But was she? Oh, she most definitely was.

"Oh, you thought I was stopping right there?" Her hand sternly held you down by your inner thigh at your attempts to close your legs around her. "Tsk tsk," She scoffed, "I'm not even close to being done with you yet. And when 'Riss gets home, it'll be her turn. If you want to act like a slut, you'll certainly get treated like one."

The raven-haired beauty between your legs refused to slow her movements. Her tongue ravaged your clit while she easily thrusted two fingers into your cunt.

Small whimpers echoed off the walls at the curl of her slender fingers that hit you in just the right spot, making had your brain go empty.

"What's the matter, baby? No more screaming my name? We can't have that, now can we?" Her thrusts only grew faster as she watched your every move from just her pleasuring you.

The two of you were too lost in your sex world to hear the front door open and close at the entrance of your luxurious home. Larissa arrived earlier than expected, work going by quicker than she anticipated.

You crying out from your second orgasm had caught Larissa's attention when she took her coat off, her head snapping towards the opened bedroom door on the second floor.

"There it is." Morticia smirked, "I love it when my little whore screams for me. Don't go silent on me now." Tears fell down your face, coating the pillowcase beneath your head when her movements refused to slow.

"Please—" You pleaded, voice barely above a whisper.

Her hand ached from the constant thrusting, but she refused to let it show. She was one to always keep to her word. She wanted to see you like this. She loved to see you like this. Weak before her, begging for her.

"I can't take anymore!" The pressure only kept building and building inside you, the uncomfortableness from your third orgasm slowly creeping up on you. "Tish I—" A throaty moan forced its way out when the older woman slid a third finger inside you, completely stretching out your walls.

"Your moans say otherwise, dearie." Morticia raised a high brow at the arching of your back.

Larissa had heard every moan, every word leaving both yours and Morticia's mouth as she made her way up the grand stairs and down the hallway leading to your shared chambers.

She had swiftly unclasped her tight updo, letting her long platinum hair fall down her back. Buttons flew to the ground as she grew too impatient to undo each hole of her blouse.

Larissa lowly hummed at the sight before her blue eyes. She was quick to drop her blouse to the floor, along with tugging at her skirt to slide it down past her thick legs to fall to the floor.

She wouldn't dare miss this opportunity to join in on your festivities. After all, Larissa thrived off being the completely opposite of Morticia in bed. While the raven haired woman was the more dirty-talking and dominant one, Larissa liked to be the praising one that kept you on edge and begging deliciously.

Her eyes flew from your naked figure whose legs were spread with your hand toying with your breast, to Morticia's perfectly rounded ass that hung in the air, her arousal prominently dampening the thin fabric covering her center.

"Don't worry, my love. Mommy's here." Your eyes snapped towards the tall blonde who strutted into the room unexpectedly.

Larissa didn't hesitate to join in, her hand gliding to Morticia's ass, up her spine, and into her long black locks. Fingers tucked into her hair, grabbing a small handful and gently pulling, eliciting a low moan from Morticia.

"Rissa—" You attempted to call out before a whimper cut off your words. The blonde's eyes were drawn to yours, her lips instantly making contact with your cheeks, kissing away each wet drop on your tear-stained cheek.

"You're doing so good, sweet thing. Just one more and you can take a little breather, hmm? We can't have you tiring so fast."

You nodded your head frantically, toes curling and back arching off the duvet as you came for the third time. Vision went blurry and legs shook as the blonde woman guided you through your orgasm with a gentle hand along your cheek.

"That's my good girl," Larissa cooed, wiping your hair from your sweaty forehead and giving you a sweet but passionate kiss to distract you from the twitching of your thighs.

You whimpered into the kiss when Morticia slid her fingers from you, instantly sliding them into her mouth to suck them clean with a small hum.

"Mmm, sweet indeed," The dark haired woman added, releasing her fingers with a pop, dark eyes trained on Larissa's bright blue hues. "Here, have a taste." Morticia insisted, bringing her fingers to the blonde's mouth, who accepted them without hesitation.

Larissa hummed, her left hand finding your hand and giving it an appreciative squeeze. Your eyes were trained on the two half naked women sitting in front of you. Morticia had inched towards Larissa, her hand leaving the woman's mouth to sneak between her legs.

You propped yourself on your elbows as you tried to calm your breathing, but failing to do so when Morticia gave you a knowing glance, smirking wickedly when an idea came to her head.

"You've been here not even a minute and you're already soaked through?" Morticia chuckled lowly, eyes glancing back at the blonde. "How about we put on a show for our slu—"

"Sweet girl," Larissa cut her off with a finger to her lips. "Our sweet sweet girl. . ." She trailed off, losing her train of thought when Morticia snuck a hand inside her panties. Larissa instantly moaned at the slender fingers circling her clit.

Her pale hand left yours to grab Morticia's freshly manicured hand, guiding her movements at her favorite pace.

At this godly sight, you were instantly wet once more. An almost painful heat instantly starting again.

The sight ahead of you made you seem nearly forgotten, but the heat between your legs was very much prominent. Just as you started to snake your hand towards your dripping cunt, Morticia's free hand gripped your wrist, her eyes never straying from the blonde in front of her.

"Tish, please." You begged, but your pleas never worked on her. Her grip only remained stern, keeping your hand in place, not allowing you to please yourself at the sight of her pleasuring Larissa.

The blonde quietly moaned before pulling Morticia's hand away from her cunt. "Somebody feels left out, Tish. Let her join. I want a taste of her anyways."

Reluctantly, Morticia retracted both of her hands, but a biting smirk returned to her face as she saw the plans Larissa had in store for you, lingering in her eyes.

"Don't be too easy on her Riss, this is after all a punishment."

"Ah, so that's why you two started without me." A dangerous smirk came to Larissa's face, one you know well. "So our little angel hasn't been so good today. . . What has she done?" Larissa asked the other woman, eyes curiously scanning your face.

"Was touching herself all by her lonesome. Didn't even bother to tell me. Heard her from the other room moaning like a whore."

Larissa shook her head, clicking her tongue in a disapproving manner, "You know better, darling." Larissa maneuvered her way around Morticia to switch places with her, making herself at home between your thighs.

Her body sat in the same position Morticia was just in, legs beneath her, upper body hovering over the duvet with her porcelain colored ass waving in the air.

Although your view of the woman was enough to have your arousal dripping onto the plush mattress, Morticia had the best view of all. Dark eyes wandered over the blondes smooth skin.

Larissa toyed with your thighs, pecking and nibbling at the soft flesh while Morticia traced a hand along the blonde's back, sliding a finger down her spine.

Morticia felt every inch and curve of Larissa's lower body, admiring the fine specimen that sat before her. Her lips made contact with the woman's hips, sending sweet kisses along her stretch marks that Larissa was once insecure about until the three of you got together.

You treated her like a goddess, after all, that's what she was to you. Everything about her was perfect. She was perfect, inside and out. And she appreciated every compliment, and especially every kiss to her most sacred spots.

"Rissa please," Your hips slightly bucked towards her face, begging for her to soothe the growing ache between your thighs.

"Patience, my love. You're going to need it." Larissa smirked, eyes dancing with amusement.

She knew just how much you were about to beg for her, and excitement was already coursing through her veins. Of course she was going to be more gentle than Morticia, but she was still going to give you the punishment you deserved for leaving them out of your activities.

Larissa flattened her tongue along your glistening cunt, slowly savoring every sweet taste of you. You shivered under her cool touch, hips being forced down against the mattress to avoid your overly sensitive bucking.

"Such a sweet little pussy, and all for me-" Larissa's words were cut off with a suppressed moan when Morticia slapped the blonde's ass with a piercing smack.

"Us." The raven haired woman corrected her, before soothing the immediate reddened area along Larissa's porcelain cheek.

Larissa tongue delved deep into you, bright blue eyes watching the growing tension between your knitted brows and the everlasting 'o' shape of your mouth as sounds refused to come out.

"Fuck, Rissa!" Your hand flew to her head, tugging at her long curly locks.

"Look at you, already a screaming little mess in just a mere second." Morticia teased you, fingers tucking under Larissa's panties and slowly gliding them down her thick legs to get a better view of the growing mess between the blonde's thighs. "Let's make it even louder for me, shall we? I want to hear how loud you both can be."

Morticia slid two fingers past Larissa's entrance with ease, pleasuring the tall goddess while she devoured you. Larissa's moans blended in with your own, putting a mischievous smirk along Morticia's face.

"Just like that." Her free hand rubbed the soft skin along Larissa's ass, preparing for her next move, "My two needy whores, complete moaning messes. Keep the noises coming."

Smack

Morticia used her free hand to send another sharp spank to Larissa's ass, and admiring the prominent jiggle that elicited from her smack.

You felt your release building and building, moans growing closer and closer together, giving Larissa just enough time to remove her tongue from your cunt. A whimper took place of a moan at the sudden loss of contact, and Larissa couldn't help the smirk that grew on her face.

"Didn't think I'd let you finish that easy, now did you?" She toyed, breath hitching in her throat when Morticia chuckled, suddenly curling her fingers inside the blonde.

She hit Larissa's most craved spot with each thrust, and all you could do was watch as Larissa became undone from Morticia, neediness growing more prominent now that your orgasm faded away.

"Come for me, Rissa." Morticia encouraged the blonde on just as Larissa brought her mouth back to your clit.

Moans of ecstasy got muffled as Larissa coated the other woman's fingers with her juices, her wetness dripping down Morticia's hand. Larissa's grip along your hips tightened, fingernails digging into your sensitive skin and leaving crescent shaped marks in their wake.

Morticia didn't dare stop her movements, wanting you to watch as Larissa came over and over again while you were being edged by the blonde for your punishment.

"Taking it like such a good girl," Larissa cooed, removing her tongue and replacing her pleasuring with her fingers, matching the same movements Morticia had been doing to her.

"Please—" You begged, "Let me come! I promise I won't touch myself again without you."

"I don't know, Tish. What do you think?" Larissa stopped her movements once she felt your walls tightening around her fingers. Small whimpers escaped your throat, the growing uncomfortable ache between your thighs forcing tears from your eyes.

"I say let her wait on it for a bit longer." Her devilish smirk forcing your grip along the sheets to tighten out of frustration.

"Mmm, fuck—" Larissa elicited a throaty moan.

Your head shook as you watched Larissa come for a second time, jealousy completely coursing through your veins.

Morticia sent wet kisses along Larissa's ass, gently guiding her through her orgasm. Her fingers moved from Larissa's used cunt and directly into her mouth, eliciting a small approving moan.

The scene in front of her was enough for Morticia to get off at the same time, her free hand rubbing circles along her own clit.

A shallow moan could be heard from Morticia as she came undone from her own touch. Her noise was just barely loud enough for both you and Larissa to hear, as Morticia was always the quieter one compared to you and Larissa.

Morticia then moved herself to sit next to you, legs tucked underneath her and thighs pressing together as she lifted Larissa's face, her thumb and forefinger pulling the blonde's face towards hers in a needy kiss.

Tears continued to flow, hips begging to buck and grind along Larissa's fingers as your gaze landed on the two women making out in front of you.

"Please!" You begged once more, "I'm taking your punishments so good. Just please— please let me come! I've learned my lesson!"

The two women broke from their heated kiss, both smirking towards each other at your pleas. Morticia ever so slightly nodded her head, allowing Larissa to bring her mouth to your clit and delve her fingers deeper.

Morticia slid a hand up your stomach, past your chest, and up to squeeze your cheeks, forcing your face to look at her. Her body leaned in, face only mere inches from your own, dark eyes full of nothing but lust.

"Come, my darling." Her signature red lips smashed sloppily against yours.

A familiar knot formed in your abdomen, appearing only momentarily until you finally came around Larissa's fingers with a relieved moan.

The blonde's movements slowed as she eased you through your orgasm, allowing the pleasure to last for as long as possible.

Your chest heaved, heartbeat racing as you attempted to catch your breath when Larissa stopped her movements.

"That's my good girl." Larissa smiled, wiping your release carelessly off her fingers and onto her thigh as she moved her body to sit opposite of Morticia on the other side of you.

Her hand cupped your cheek when Morticia pulled away, both of them wiping your tears away with their thumbs.

"She took her punishment so good, didn't she, Tish? Wasn't our little doll taking it like such a good girl?"

"She took it so well for us," Morticia played with one of your stray hairs. "I think she deserves a treat, Rissa."

"Oh indeed she does. Does our sweet girl want a taste of mommy?"

Morticia ran a hand down Larissa's barely clothed chest, moving the thin fabric to free Larissa's breasts from her bra. Your eyes widened at the sight before you, a bright gleam in your eye making itself prominent to the two woman before you.

"Use your words." Morticia added when she noticed your growing silence.

"Yes— God yes!"

Larissa chuckled, reaching behind her unclasp her bra, allowing the fabric to fall from her chest and out of the way.

"Lay down, Rissa." Morticia laid a hand on the blonde's bare shoulder, pushing her gently down onto the mattress. "Our beautiful and enchanting goddess."

"Let us worship you. Please." You chimed in, running your hand up her smooth leg, and stopping just before reaching her soaked cunt.

"If that's what you truly want, who am I to deny you of your desires? Be a good girl and help me finish, angel." Larissa spread her legs, giving you full access to her dripping center which you took in your mouth instantaneously.

Your tongue flicked across her sensitive bud, earning a gentle bucking of her hips. Morticia made contact with Larissa's breasts, one hand kneading while the other held a tit in her mouth, tongue swirling around the blonde's nipple.

"Mmm, just like that!" Larissa's head fell back against the duvet, eyes begging to roll to the back of her head.

Larissa hummed, her perfectly manicured hand reaching for your head to push you further against her, allowing the slight grinding of her hips against your face.

Morticia gave one last flick to Larissa's nipple before taking a moment to look at the moaning mess Larissa quickly became. A small smirk toyed at her lips when she came up with a new plan to add to the pleasure you were giving her.

The raven haired woman slid from the bed to grab the leftover bullet vibrator that she had discarded earlier, turning the toy on and bringing it to Larissa's view.

"If she gets to pleasure you, it's only fair I get to help." Morticia crawled back onto the bed, and brought the toy to Larissa's chest. The buzzing toy ran across Larissa's nipple, causing Larissa's back to arch and push her breasts harder against the vibrations.

"Tish please," Larissa's blue eyes met with Morticia's dark ones, her big doe eyes pleading.

Your eyes glanced up at Morticia with a knowing look, moving your head away from her clit, to insert two fingers deeply inside Larissa's cunt with ease. Her wetness allowed you to slide right in.

"Such a little begger. . ." Morticia teased.

Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth at the sight of Morticia slowly drag the vibrator down Larissa's chest, past her navel, and down to her sensitive clit.

Larissa moaned loudly at the new sensation. Your free hand gripped her waist, nails dragging across her porcelain skin in a small trail that ended in her inner thighs, leaving little red marks in their wake.

"Look at her taking you so well," Morticia cooed, noticing the third finger you inserted that caused Larissa to let out a whimpering moan at the stretching of her inner walls.

Morticia moved the toy in circular motions while she brought her mouth to Larissa's neck. Red lips attached to Larissa's pulse point, sucking and nibbling at the skin, a mix of red lipstick and hickeys soon covering the blonde's neck.

"Faster, baby—" Larissa's hand gripped your wrist, picking up your thrusts to a quicker and needier pace.

The blonde's legs stilled ever so slightly, every noise coming from her mouth halting as her breath hitched. Her orgasm came barreling down at her, taking full control over her curvaceous body.

But neither you or Morticia stopped your movements.

"Yes, god yes!"

While Morticia marked up Larissa's neck, the blonde's free hand made home on her own chest, pulling her nipple between her fingers and toying with the erect bud.

Larissa's other hand only grew tighter along your scalp, hips growing frantic as she hurtled towards her next release.

"That feels so good— Fuck, don't stop!"

At her words, Morticia pressed the vibrator roughly along Larissa's clit, adding pressure to send Larissa in a daze.

Larissa moaned a long list of profanities, along with both yours and Morticia's name as she squirted against your fingers. You smirked, knowing you could still get one more out of her.

"Always making such a mess, Rissa." Morticia clicked her tongue, loving the sight of Larissa fully submitting. This was the only time Larissa was ever this submissive, and god did it turn Morticia on.

Larissa's legs shook immensely, your pace only easing up just the slightest as to not completely overstimulate her.

"Just one more, beautiful," You cooed.

The blonde's head frantically shook, moans never quieting down as her grip on your hand grew tighter. She could feel her body tighten, her legs growing stiff with each passing second.

"I- oh god—" Larissa grunted, your fingers repeatedly hitting her soft tissue.

Morticia's free hand played with Larissa's hair just as the blonde screamed your name aloud when she came once more. Your skillful fingers eased their movements, helping Larissa ride out her high.

Larissa was completely flushed, her cheeks and chest held just the slightest shade of red. You slowly removed your fingers while Morticia turned the vibrator off, leaving Larissa a shaking mess. Her legs closed, chest heaving as she came down from her high.

"You did so good for us, Rissa." Morticia gave the blonde a small kiss, "Didn't she, doll?" Her dark eyes gazed into yours, catching your attention.

"She did amazing." You agreed with Morticia, before sucking your fingers clean.

Morticia scanned both yours and Larissa's faces, the exhaustion not going unnoticed by the raven haired woman.

"While you two catch your breath, how about I get a bath started and the three of us take a nice long warm bath together, how does that sound?"

"Please," You answered Morticia while Larissa nodded her head.

Morticia stood from the bed, smirking to herself at the sight before her, Larissa completely spent and sprawled out on the bed while you laid next to her with a hand caressing Larissa's thigh.

Morticia left the two of you to catch your breath while she started in the bathroom, warm water and lavender bubbles filling the giant porcelain tub for you and Larissa to soak in. Morticia couldn't help but smile, knowing both you and Larissa would be too tired to wash yourselves, which allowed Morticia to happily take over and take care of the two people in the whole world she loved most.

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alatusprinz · 11 months

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Scaramouche/Wanderer x Fem!Reader

warnings: reader wears a dress, and well, he rips that dress. swearing.

genre: jealousy / word count : 983.

scenario: Scara won't let you off the hook so easily when he sees you preparing to go on "a date".

You don’t remember him looking this livid before, at least never to you. His firm grip on your wrist made you wince in pain, even when you tugged on his hand to let go, it merely encouraged him to squeeze tighter. As if telling, demanding you to stand still, he warningly tightened his hold.

“What is your problem? Let go” You muttered irritatedly, attempting to drag your hand away once again. Wanderer’s violet eyes narrowed, his anger threatening to burst if he didn’t make sure you were joking when you said “you were going on a date”.

“A date? A fucking date, you said?” He mumbled under his breath. Before you could respond, he forcefully yanked his hold on your hand inwards, making your body crash into him. With a slight struggle to hold your balance, you returned your sharp gaze to him.

“Tell me you’re joking.” He demanded, his voice dropping venomously, yet he knew from your attire, your dolled up look that you unfortunately weren’t.

“Let me go, I’m running late because of you.” His fury deepened when you refused to tell him what he wanted to hear.

“You think I will let you go on a date in that skimpy piece of fabric any weak mortal could tear off in less than a minute?” As if emphasising his words, he let go of your wrist and instead directed his hands to the back of your dress, gripping the sides of the zipper. Your eyes widened when you realised his hand positioning- he was going to rip it.

“No-, what the-” Your words went unheard as he tore the top part of the dress in one effortless pull, the thin fabric tearing with no more than a lift of his finger. You yelped from his aggressiveness and thrashed in his unyielding grip, giving up on escaping his embrace but at least to stop him from completely peeling the only means of covering your body off of you. Though deep inside, you would be lying if his desperation and possessiveness didn’t send a wave of arousal in between your legs.

His sharp eyes shamelessly travelled over your half exposed upper body, greedily drinking up the alluring sight despite your figure pressed firmly to him. This is it, yes. This is how you looked the prettiest, in his arms. Not getting all dolled up to meet another wimpy lowlife who could never dare hope to compare to how well he could treat you. In fact, give him the word and he would bring the entire world at your feet, burn down nations, cast down Celestia to the inferno of hell if that was what you wished.

Could he fucking compare? That’s what he thought- nobody could. Nobody could ever treat you as well as he could, and he would let you know that.

“Have I not made it clear? Do you not see how you have me wrapped around your finger?” He pulled you in closer almost like he intended on suffocating you with his embrace, and finally dropped the malicious edge of his voice. Just before you could respond, your heart skipped a beat as his hold slightly loosened, his embrace turning surprisingly gentle and almost affectionate- a sharp contrast to his earlier words and behaviour.

“...What?” You managed to reply, your voice barely higher than a whisper from the sudden shift in his actions.

“I would move mountains, tear my own body limb by limb if need be. I would stop at nothing for you. To have you by my side, to see your stupid smile that makes me feel like my thousand years of suffering had a purpose.”

“I want you, (name). I want everything about you, I want you by my side.” Stay with me, please- he longed to plead, beg at your feet if that’s what you wanted.

Before he could do anything to add on, you found your arms hesitantly snaking around his slender waist. You couldn’t find the words to say, nothing came to your mind except the need to hold him close, to feel the sincerity of his devotion you never knew he held for you.

He swore he tries to be patient with you. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he was worthy of pursuing your affection, didn’t you deserve to be with someone who was worthy? Someone genuine, someone who hasn't massacred innocents in pursuit of his own selfish greed? And yet all of such apprehension burned away with the rage he felt when his only joy was threatened to belong to someone else, he couldn't bear to see you besides someone else.

“...Say something… anything” His voice weakly shivered, alarmed by your silence in spite of your positive implications of stopping to escape his embrace. Your arms held him so gently, he had never felt such softness, such warmth before. He had been betrayed, tortured, tormented and faced fate worse than death too many times to count- he would have died hundreds if not thousands of times over from the pain he went through in his porcelain body. Heck, Wanderer was sure kindness didn’t even exist before he met you. And your tender embrace was proof that life could for once be good to him, that this cruel world held a place where he could find home in. Never in his never-ending nightmare of a life did he even dare dream of finding someone like you. That’s exactly why held onto you so tight, he would rather perish, disappear this very instant than go back to life without you again. The hollow, the cold and grey world he knew- it all faded when you brought colour to his life. As long as the sun shines, as long as the water runs in the river and as long as the winds blow- he would dedicate his all to you. Fuck, he wouldn’t stop even if all of those ceased to exist, that’s how fierce and unyielding his love was.

He just hoped you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

Your heart thumped almost uncomfortably fast in your chest, then leaned closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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13 - ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ꜱᴇx/ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ -

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ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇꜱ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ

pairing: astronaut! yunho x astronaut! reader (fem)

genre: space au, angst, smut

summary: your lover visits your room during the late night hours.

w.c: 2.2k

warnings: service top! yunho, sub! reader, pet names, oral (receiving), fingering, edging, kissing, unprotected mirror sex, squirting, tiny spit mention

a/n: i keep hurting myself with these ahhhh im so sorry i swear this is the last angsty one for the fff series ;-; also listen to 'astronomy' by conan gray if you want to cry <3

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Sitting on the edge of your bed, you stared out of the large, clear window on your side of the spaceship, quietly surveying the abundance of stars, some fading into the dark void of space, some glowing intensely, their light almost blinding — though the brightest ones were destined to die sooner than later. Your fingers rubbed the edges of the silver locket you usually kept tucked away inside your suit, slowly opening and closing it back up, idly glancing down at the small picture of your one and only love, who was smiling back at you through the faded glass.

It was only when you heard the ding of your door passcode being punched in correctly that you snapped out of your trance, your face lighting up at the sight of the man you were quietly reminiscing about. "Yunho, you didn't have to visit me this late, you know. You should be getting your rest," you nagged him, despite the light blush that formed on your cheeks, your lips curling into a small smile.

Yunho stood there for a moment, simply gazing at you, returning the smile you gave him. "I can rest once I've given you my love, Y/N." He walked towards you, momentarily distracted by his reflection in the window behind you, studying his features, as though they were unfamiliar to him.

"Your love, hm?" You ran your thumb over your locket one last time, before standing up from the bed in front of him, distracting him from his reflection. “Let’s get started then, shall we?” You ran your fingers along the seam of his sleek suit until you got to the zipper near his neck, slowly pulling it down, revealing his broad body underneath.

He mirrored your actions, unzipping your suit as well and peeling off your undergarments until your were bare before him, leaving only your locket. “What was I like back then?” he asked softly, holding your locket in the palm of his large hand, opening it up to look at the faded photo.

You placed your hands on his forearms, feeling his tense muscles underneath, running them up onto his chest and downwards, closing your eyes. “Strong-willed, full of life, and always ready for the next adventure…” you recalled, your voice cracking slightly toward the end of your sentence.

He sensed your pain, lowering himself to press his forehead onto yours as an attempt to comfort you, closing his eyes as well. “We were inseparable, weren’t we?”

“Mm-hmm…” You placed your cold hands on his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs along his jaw for a while, eventually opening your watery eyes, meeting his brown ones that were already gazing into yours. “You were my everything. You still are.”

Yunho’s serious disposition softened completely, coming to understand his role and effect on your life. “Come here, Y/N,” he beckoned, holding your chin and tilting it up towards him. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, eventually pulling back, only for you to chase him, encouraging him to deepen the kiss, his hands resting on your hips. When you slipped your tongue into Yunho’s mouth, he moved his against yours, your eyes shut tight, despite his being open ever so slightly to study your reactions. Once you were finding yourself needing more, you broke the kiss, whispering against his lips, “Darling, can you please go down on me?”

Yunho licked your saliva from his lips, his hands running up and down your waist. Thinking of the soft smile he had in the photo, his lips curled into the same exact one, looking down at you with kind eyes. “Of course I can, Darling. Whatever you want, I can provide.”

Yunho was positioned between your thighs, holding you down on the edge of your bed, quietly lapping at your soaked folds and slit, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration. “Mm, Yunho, that feels good,” you moaned softly, reaching down to run your fingers through his dark locks, admiring how he looked below you.

“How can I make you feel better than that? Should I use my fingers?” he inquired, studying your flushed features and waiting for further instruction, his large tongue now swiping at your clit. “Based on your previous preferences, maybe my cock?”

“Yunho, I want you to do whatever you want to me…just take your time…and make me so wet, I make a mess…” Just as you spoke, Yunho suddenly grabbed your ankles and moved them up so that they were near your head, standing above you. Blushing, you looked up at him with glossy doe eyes, watching as he sent a long string of spit down onto your mound, feeling it slip down your cunt. “Edge me, okay?”

“Mm.” Yunho eagerly rubbed two fingers up and down your messy cunt, from your clit to your hole, making you whimper. He studied the wet, squelching sounds it made, zoning in on it, two small rings of light rotating around the edges of his irises. “I’ll edge you, my love, until you unravel entirely for me.”

Yunho kept his promise. Without fail, he regularly brought you to your limit with his tongue and fingers, only to rip your orgasm away from you at the very last second, over and over again until you broke down.

“Yun…ho…” you whispered in a fragile tone, tears staining your cheeks, crying out from the sensation of your lover rubbing your g-spot with his weighted fingers. Your lower half felt hot and heavy, continuing to pulse, your arousal leaking out of your cunt like a broken faucet. “I want to cum now…”

Yunho hunched over to bring his mouth onto your mound, speeding up his arm movements, using his tongue to rapidly swipe at your clit. He had exerted so much energy during the past hour to bring you in and out of a state of pure pleasure, though he didn’t have a single drop of sweat on his body. “Cum, my Darling. You’ve been so good for me,” he moaned onto you, the vibrations of his voice making you shudder.

“Yes, yes, yes…” you chanted under your breath, more tears spilling out of your watery eyes. It felt so good to be taken care of by your love, so much so that it made you forget entirely about how insanely lonely it felt to be trapped in a metal prison day after day, all while floating aimlessly around space for an unforeseeable amount of time. “Yunho…!”

Yunho watched your cunt pulse around his fingers, a sudden squirt of liquid spraying onto his face, making him close his eyes and shake his head a bit, the tips of his hair wet.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry, baby.” You pulled your legs back down and sat up when Yunho released them, breathing heavily and feeling a bit faint from cumming so hard. “I didn’t mean to…”

He shook his head again, holding up his cum-soaked fingers in front of you, spreading them to watch the thick strings drip down onto his palm. “It’s only natural with how many times I edged you, baby. You seem to like going back and forth between a state of pure pleasure and immediate loss. Is it that enjoyable?”

You grew quiet for a moment, turning your head to gaze out into space, focusing on the nearest planet, which was Saturn, though it’s rings were invisible from how far your ship was stationed.

“Y/N?” he called, putting a hand down on your shoulder, but standing still, not sure what to do next. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you answered softly, slowly standing up from the bed and leaning your back against the cool glass of the window behind you. Noticing how incredibly hard Yunho was, his cock completely stiff and twitching, you reached over and ran your fingers up his length. “What do you think I would like next?”

He observed you for a few seconds, pressing his cool body against yours, replying, “For me to fuck you against the window. You want it rough too. You want to forget.”

Though your pain remained, your urge to be filled by Yunho was much stronger than your urge to eject yourself out into space with the aid of an emergency escape pod. You tilted his head down and pressed your lips to his jaw, whispering, “Then, what are you waiting for?”

With your hands pressed firmly into the glass, you were routinely slammed forward into it, having to keep your arms bent to prevent your face from being smashed. “Fuck, yes, that’s it, baby…” Yunho had his body completely flush against yours from behind, with one arm snaked around your waist to keep you still, the other routinely rubbing your clit, his fingers barely brushing over his cock as it pounded into you.

“Look at your pretty face, Darling,” he commanded, using one hand to grab your chin and make you focus on your reflection, his other hand still working on your clit. “Your cheeks are filled with warmth…your body heat is rising more and more, and your eyes are glossy and dilated, full of so much lust for me…”

“It’s all because of you…” Shuddering when Yunho began leaving kisses and licks to your neck, his eyes still focused solely on yours in the reflection, you almost felt like you couldn’t take it. “Fuck me against the window now, Yunho. I want to face you.”

Yunho obeyed, spinning you around and lifting you up from the floor by with your waist, then pressing you into the window and wrapping your legs around him. “Do you want to kiss me, Darling?” Observing your quiet nod, he slotted his lips onto yours, slipping his tongue inside almost immediately. Exploring your mouth with urgency, he sunk his fingers into your soft hips, your arousal allowing his thick length to slip in and out of you with ease.

With your heads tilted and your mouths open, your tongues entwined, occasionally swiping at one another, your combined saliva dripping down your chins. You wrapped your arms tightly around your lover’s neck, squeezing him against you, his cock ramming into you so quickly, you were almost afraid that he’d crack the glass behind you. “Cumming…” you moaned into his mouth, barely able to form the word without the use of your tongue, opening your eyes to watch as he sucked on yours.

Yunho broke the kiss, licking your saliva away. He placed his lips near your ear, breathing heavily into it, “Would you like to hear how much I love you as you cum for me?”

“Yes. Tell me.” You nodded your head so quick it almost made you dizzy, your heated core throbbing so intensely, you knew his words would drive you over the edge.

Yunho pulled back to gaze into your half-lidded eyes, replying in a soft voice, “I love you so much, my Darling. My love for you is stronger than the gravitational pull of Saturn to its rings.” Hearing you moan and feeling you clench around his cock, he continued, wanting you to cum as hard as you could for him. “No, my love for you is more like a burning star, filled with a devout determination and fire to never go out.”

It was too much. All of it. “Yunho!” you cried out, your voice hoarse and broken, clutching him so close to you, you could feel his heart ticking against yours. Your essence practically poured out of you, spilling down his length and thighs, eventually trickling down onto the dark carpet.

After a kiss or two, Yunho set you down, allowing you to turn around and face the vast emptiness of space once again, his hands rubbing your shoulders as a way to comfort you. In a daze, you almost didn’t hear him when he asked, “Do you think you’ll ever be able to move on?”

“Huh…?” You suddenly heard an audible mechanic whirring sound coming from behind you, causing you to turn around just in time to watch as your lover's face slowly disappeared and began to be replaced by smooth silver chrome. It never got easier to see that, no matter how many times it happened.

The android stood up straight, studying the back of you when you turned away from it. Instead of Yunho's gentle voice, an emotionless robotic tone came out instead, asking for the third time that week, "Do you want to extend the session, Y/N?”

You ran your fingers over your precious locket, gazing at your lonely reflection sitting inside an ocean of black. "Yes, for another hour."

A few lights glowed around the metal seams of the android, eventually questioning with the same emptiness as before, "Would you like to replay the same scenario or should I program a different one?"

You closed your eyes, hanging your head, not having the strength to be alone again. "You can do the same one."

There was silence for a moment, the mechanical whirring sound growing louder, before a hand settled on your shoulder, turning you back around to face him. You looked up at the android that resembled your one and only love, who was long gone, your memories of him scattered like the stars that surrounded you. With a heavy heart, you nuzzled your cheek against his hand when he placed it there, still finding solace in his artificially made smile and twinkling eyes. "Yunho..."

He caressed your tear-streaked face, his lips forming the same frown you gave him, imploring softly, "My love, why are you crying?"

You shook your head, allowing him to wipe your tears away with his thumbs. "No reason. I'm just happy to see you, is all."

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ughkat · 7 months

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could you write a dom!calum and fem!reader where they had both been out at a party and calum got jealous of the attention that y/n was giving to everyone but him, so when they get home they have rough sex and calum sends her into sub space and helps her come down once they’re done and it’s really fluffy at the end :)

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dom!calum x fem!reader

smut: dom!cal, doggy, spanking, rough smut, petnames

kissing, cuddling

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"Are you ready to go yet, Y/n?" Calum mumbled under his breath, leaning into my ear over the loud music. His mood had slowly taken a dive during our time at a friends party due to my lack of skill to be two places at once.

"Almost. A few more minutes, baby." I chirped to him beside me, continuing my conversation to the girl on my other side.

The party being hosted by my friends mainly, and their boyfriends, I had been distracted by faces I hadn't seen in years with catching up, girl talk, gossip, and more. I had unintentionally left Calum out of my attention for a majority of the gathering, simply due to distractions.

Calum, while being patient and understanding, also finds it difficult to hide his emotions from his body language. Slowly through the night, his eyebrows furrowed and he fidgeted more and more. I decided to put it aside until we got home.

I dramatically said my goodbyes, as did Calum as we made our way to the door. Calum's eyes glued to the floor while we exited the noisy house.

"That was fun." I sighed, relaxing my shoulders as we headed to the car. Calum nodded once, not looking up from his feet.

"Mhm." He mumbled, reaching for the keys. I narrowed my eyes slightly at his continued negative mood.

"What's wrong?" I questioned, opening the passenger side door. He sat in his seat swiftly, starting the car.

"Nothin'." He spoke flatly. I buckled my seatbelt and watched him quietly as he drove off into the late night, heading to our home.

"You seem upset." I continued, watching him from the corner of my eye.

"Do I?" He tilted his head, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him. I slowly began to realize the type of mood Calum was in, but couldn't decide whether to be anxious or excited.

The drive home was almost silent, the static of the radio and busy city nightlife breaking it. We approached our home, Calum getting out of the car quickly.

I tossed my bag over my shoulder, closing the car door as I watched Calum swiftly make his way inside. I followed soon behind him, closing the front door after my entrance. He was leaning his back against the wall by the door with crossed arms, watching me closely as I took off my shoes and coat, along with hanging my bag on a hook.

I looked at him with confusion as he continued to stand with seemingly no purpose.

"What?" I shrugged, turning to make my way to our bedroom. I heard his heavy footsteps following close behind me, sending an ominous shiver down my spine.

"You think it's okay to ignore me all night?" He spoke deeply, closing our bedroom door behind him. A small smirk escaped my lips before I forced a flat expression. He slowly made his way to the bed, his force making me fall onto it. He looked down to me intimidatingly. I positioned myself up onto my hands, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"What are you gonna do about it?" I teased softly, tilting my head to the side. His jaw clenched tightly, scoffing through his nose. I began to feel myself get wetter between my legs at the sight before me. He licked his lips slowly before abruptly grabbing me by my hips, flipping me to my knees and hands. I gasped at his sudden movements before letting out a giggle.

"Think it's funny being a brat?" Calum growled, running his hands roughly up and down my sides. Calum eyed me up and down, my tight black dress against my bent over skin almost exposing my dripping underwear.

He reached a hand up to the zipper of my dress, pulling the tight clothing off my body aggressively, leaving me in only underwear, before returning me back to my position. Calum rubbed a rough hand over my bare cheek before bringing his hand down sharply, earning a squeal from me. He leaned down on his other hand closer to my ear.

"You wanna act like a brat, you get treated like a brat.". I let out a whine and squirmed under his touch. He trailed his hand back up around my panty line, pulling my underwear down swiftly. I let out a breath at the cold air bitting my damp heat, I wiggled my hips for any friction.

"Calum, please." I whined as he ran a quick finger through my folds, teasing me devilishly. He chuckled from behind me.

"What's wrong, princess?" Calum cooed sarcastically, running another finger through my folds. I whined and bucked my hips at his touch.

"Use your words, doll." He spoke deeply, lazily running a finger over my clit.

"I need you...Your fingers. Please." I whimpered.

"That's a good girl." He smirked, pushing two fingers into me deeply. I gasped at his entrance as he wasted no time speeding up the pace.

"You're so wet for me already." He chuckled.

He placed a hand on my handprinted bare cheek as the other pumped vigorously out of my dripping hole. I let out muffled moans and whimpers into the sheets, gripping them as Calum's fingers worked inside of me. Calum left a hand working on me and brought the other to his belt buckle. My walls throbbed at the sound of the metal buckle coming undone as he slowly removed his fingers. He pushed against my thighs, moving me up the bed. I let out a whine at their absence, only to feel Calum crawling to reposition himself behind me, and his throbbing tip running along my slit.

"Is this what you want, baby?" He teased. I whined and pushed my hips against him, earning a chuckle from his chest.

"Brats don't get what they want." He mocked, continuing to taunt my eager hold with his tip.

"Please." I whimpered, it being the only thing I could manage to get out besides a needy whine.

"Please what?" He growled, leaning down to my ear.

"Please fuck me, Calum." I whined, looking back at him through my lashes. Calum only smirked before pushing himself inside of me fully, I let out a sharp breath at his size. Calum grabbed both of my hands, placing them on my back before quickening his pace, pounding me aggressively. I let out a loud moan followed by Calum's name.

"You like getting fucked like a slut, baby?" He growled in response to my sounds. He watched his hips connect to my thighs as he kept his steady rhythm. I melted under Calum's dominance, completely numb by his physical touch. I wanted him to take over every bit of me.

"Are you my good girl?" He asked rhetorically as he quickened his pace inside of me. I nodded my head frantically, biting my lip to conceal a whine.

"Who's my good girl." He growled deeper, with dissatisfaction at my minimal use of words.

"I'm your good girl." I said between breaths and thrusts. Calum smiled, out of breath as he watched himself entering me and exiting repeatedly. I began to shake beneath him, my walls clenching around his member.

"I'm.." I started, Calum's thrusts stealing my words.

"Not yet, baby," He began, "Not till' I say.". I whined at his words, my toes curling in desperation for a climax.

"Please." I whimpered.

"Hold it for me, princess." He growled. I bit my lip with a whimper, gripping the sheets. Calum watched with amusement at how easily I would follow his command.

"Cum for me, baby." He finally spoke, "Cum around my cock for me.". I let out a whine followed by various swears, shaking against Calum's hips. "That's it, princess.".

He continued his face pace, leaving me overstimulated, sending himself to his finish. He pulled out lazily, flopping to the bed beside me.

A warm feeling spread throughout me as I took in the pleasure of the boy beside me, I turned to my side, cuddling deeply into his skin. He planted a kiss on my forehead, before routinely reassuring.

"You okay, babygirl?" He spoke softly, moving a strand of hair from my face. I nodded, letting out a yawn.

"Yeah. M'tired." I smiled, looking up into his eyes.

"Did I wear you out?" He chuckled. Calum looked down, noticing my extra softness. He wrapped his arms around me tighter, planting another kiss on my head.

"You know you're always my good girl." He asked rhetorically. I looked up at him, leaning up for a gentle kiss. He trailed his rough fingertips against my arm, humming to me softly. I caught my breath slowly but surly, taking in the calm being the boy beside me.

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Mine

Pairing: Chris Evans × Wife! Reader

Summary: Jealousy doesn't suit people well, but Chris has a different thought bout this.

Warning: 18+ Smut, angst and fluff

You storm into the house and slam the door. Dodger, who was laying on the sofa in the living room, is taken aback by the impact of this gesture. You instantly stoop to apologise and pet him before hurrying to the bedroom. When you open the door, you see him sitting beside the bed in his sweater and jeans, indicating that he just returned from the interview. Dropping your purse and coat by the door, you announce your arrival.

"Hey, you're home. The interview was……," he says, looking up at you. You straddle him and kiss him passionately before he continues. The intense kiss breaks as the two of you need to breathe. "Are you okay, baby?" "What's wrong?" he asks, catching his breath.

"Stop talking!" You cut him off and push him down till he hits the mattress with you on top of him, and you kiss his lips rough again. You move your lips down to his neck and begin marking a hickey, making him groan. You kiss him below his Adam's apple, causing him to tighten his grip on your waist.

You run your hands down his clothed body, then down his pants zipper. As you unzip him, he releases go of your waist, you take down his pants, and you see his cock. It's big and hard, with pre-cum seeping from it. You make him moan by rapidly pumping your hands. "Oh my god, yess Y/n!" he exclaims. "Do you like that baby?" you ask as you begin kissing his jaw and neck once more. " Oh yes, Y/n! He says. "I believe you'll enjoy it inside me." You sit up straight to ride up your dress, shove your panties aside, and slide down on him while saying this. Even after five years together, you can never grow used to size.

As you begin riding him, you let out a really whining moan. The sound of both of you moaning fills the room. He thrusts his hips upwards, mirroring your tempo and attempting to blend in even more. Your head drops back as you sense your orgasm nearing. "Oh yess bubba, I'm going to cum," you groan. "Mmm Y/n, I'm cumming too!" he murmurs, captivated by your sight. "You look so beautiful, darling!" he exclaims as he massages your breasts through your dress.

Increasing your pace, you tightly fist his sweater and cum on his cock. Trying to settle down from this escatsy, he rids you through your orgasm and cums deep into you.

"Fuck," you gasp as you pull him out of you and lie next to him. You both sit in silence, trying to catch your breath. "Ahh, that was fantastic," he says as you turn to face him. "Not that I'm complaining, but may I ask as to what happened to you all of a sudden?"

"A few girls at the restaurant were fangirling over your interview and talking….umm pretty nasty about the things they'd do to you," you admit, avoiding looking him in the eyes. He then raises your face to face him and lightly pecks your lips. "And you're jealous?" he asks, sliding his hand around your waist.

"If you getting jealous leads to this, then I hope everyone out there fantasizes me" Chris says trying hard not to laugh at your pouty face.

You hit his chest and try to get up when he pulls you back to him, "they can fantasise and dream all they want, but you are the one who can actually do those things to me, isn't that true?" he says, bopping your nose.

"Amm hmmm," you nod, caressing his lower lip with your thumb, and add passionately, "Your mine."

"Yess, ma'am, I love you Y/n," he responds with a smile. "I love you more," you respond, capturing his lips once more.

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writerpetals · 1 year

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His hands pull you from your task of washing and drying the few dishes in the sink left after dinner, as well as your own concentration. The moment his palms soothe over the skin beneath your shirt, a grin creeps over your lips that you bury behind your shoulder.

“Can I help you?” you ask cheekily, stifling a giggle as his touches begin to tickle your flesh.

“That depends,” he replies with a hum, giving you your answer of what he means when he presses his body against your own. It only takes a second to feel the thickness of an aroused cock pressing against your ass to send heat flooding through your body.

After a long day apart as well as a dinner with his flirtatious remarks, you’re hardly surprised at his sudden neediness, and it only has the desires growing inside of you in return. As his hands roam your body, you become flushed with need, barely able to form sentences as an ache settles between your thighs.

“Hm?” You whimper his name in a breathless display of desire just as his palms soothe over your breasts. Your head falls back against his shoulder. His invitation to your body is unspoken, but he knows you too well. His lips lower to your neck, leaving little kisses here and there to make you hide a grin behind a bitten lip.

“I think you can help me, baby.” Suddenly his voice is deeper, darker, needier as his hands fall to the band of your shorts. With ease he pops open the button and tugs the zipper, all before hooking his fingers inside to push the article of clothing down your hips.

The dishes have long been forgotten while they sit dripping in the rack as you push your body into him, telling him to take what he wants while giving you what you suddenly need. He doesn’t waste time pushing your panties past your ass to join your shorts stranded at your thighs. Now you’re bare for him to hear a groan build in his chest at the sight of you pressed against the kitchen counter.

Only a few seconds pass before his hand dips between your thighs from behind. His fingers brush against your folds that ache with need, dying for his touch so suddenly it becomes overwhelming. You part your legs as much as you can against the restraint of your clothes while hearing him chuckle from behind at how eager you’ve become.

“Maybe I can help you, too,” he groans, slipping his fingers past your folds as his other hand grips the hair at the base of your neck. A gasp fills the kitchen, from his fingers toying between your thighs, to the gentle yet sturdy grip he keeps on you to hold you in place. Your jaw slacks as he dips the tips of two digits inside your heat, a wave of red hot adrenaline rushing through your body in return.

You can’t help but to whimper, becoming lost in the feel of him inside of you. Your body grows desperate as he buries his fingers inside your pussy with a passionate urgency. Your knees grow weak as you push toward him, begging for more without saying a word.

He becomes desperate in his own ways, hearing him groan behind you until he can take no more. The way your walls tightened around him only aroused him further, and the feel of your juices against his skin, knowing how hot you’ve become, only made him that much more crazy for you.

He wastes no more time, releasing his grip from your neck to bend you farther over the counter. Then he pulls his hands from you, fumbling with his own jeans and boxer-briefs. Every sound he makes has the desire burning hot between your trembling thighs. His zipper being tugged. His pants pushed to his thighs, the inevitable sigh he releases before gripping your hips once again to pull you close to him.

It only takes a second or two to feel the heat of the tip of his cock pressing to your folds. The sensation makes you weak, yet your body moves without thinking, pushing yourself against him. He releases a huff, already feeling your sweet honey against his flesh, so warm, and wet, and all for him.

He thrusts into you with a groan, so deep and needy it shakes you to the core. All before your body comes alive, feeling his cock ease into you to fill you up, making you feel so full of him it’s almost overwhelming. Your body nearly gives from the pressure, mind spinning as he buries his cock into you completely, gripping your hips tighter, pulling your ass toward him. You can’t hold back your whimper, voice so unsteady as he begins rocking his hips, pumping his length into you.

He fucks you as your legs grow weak. Every push of his hips toward you sends you closer to ecstasy, but you need more. Slowly, you slip your hand between your thighs, finding your clit to drive your body that much closer to the edge. He continues pumping himself into you from behind. The messy, wet noises of your arousal fill the kitchen, mixing with moans and groans of satisfaction and pure bliss.

The heat swells until every inch of you is on cloud nine. Your hips roll into him, riding out the pleasure as he fucks you, moaning his name, becoming breathless all at once. Your walls pulse around him and your juices drip onto his flesh as he holds you in place. All until you can take no more, beginning to come down as your body grows weak.

But he keeps his hold on you, picking up his pace, growing close to his own release. It doesn’t take him long, a few more thrusts of his cock disappearing inside your heat between his grunts and groans.

The way he grabs you tighter tells you he’s about to spill, and with a final, heavy exhale, he’s coming undone. A satisfied groan builds deep within his chest as he’s the one to become breathless this time. He spills his cum into you, hips slowing down to relish the feeling of your warmth, but it only makes you begin moving your body, rocking yourself against his cock just to hear him gasp.

Now he’s getting sensitive as he comes down, so you fuck yourself against him just a little more to mess with him. But it doesn’t take him long to reapply his firm grip on your hips, stalling your movements as you giggle tiredly.

The dishes will have to wait to be dried until later as the two of you collect yourself enough to clean up and get dressed once again, deciding you don’t mind too much when he pulls you away from simple tasks to express his need for you after a long day.

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sixatrocities · 10 months

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── homecoming.

pairing: ranpo edogawa x edgar allan poe

content: blowjob. that's literallly it.

wc & notes: 822 words!!

Ranpo was suffering both internally and externally. His sweet boyfriend had gone back to America, and he missed him dearly. Their relationship was no secret to the agency, with the younger detective constantly gushing about Poe to anyone who would listen.

He was currently sitting in his empty office, laying on the floor with his feet up on a bookshelf. He was wearing donut patterned pyjama pants and one of Poe’s plain t-shirts. Reading the book that reminded him of his lover, Ranpo was desperately waiting for him to return from his home country.

Right when he finished his chapter, the door slowly opened. “Hello? Is anyone here?” Ranpo immediately swung his legs over his head and scurried up to his feet, stumbling before running to embrace his boyfriend. Wrapped his hands around Poe’s waist, he buried his face in his chest.

Poe almost fell back from the sudden and rough embrace, but then relaxed into his lover's hold. “I missed you” Ranpo muttered into Poe’s shirt. He pulled away after a few seconds, admiring the swooning face of his author boyfriend. That look of admiration was soon replaced by a glare of lust, as he then grabbed Poe by the collar and pulled him in for a rough kiss. Poe instantly reciprocated it, slightly opening his mouth so Ranpo could slip his tongue in. The kiss was messy, full of tongue and desperate.

They both pulled away for air, panting as they looked at eachother with the same lewd look in their eyes. No words needed to be exchanged before Ranpo was pinned against a bookshelf. Poe began to kiss down his boyfriend's neck, starting at his jaw. Ranpo whined softly, forgetting just how sensitive he was to neck kisses.

The kisses travelled down to his collarbone, until they suddenly stopped. Poe moved back up to meet his lover's face before enveloping his lips in his own, pulling off Ranpo’s overcoat at the same time. He sank back down, and Poe looked up at the younger of the pair while he untied his tie and threw it on the ground beside him. He did the same thing with Ranpo’s vest, keeping intense eye contact with him the entire time.

Poe finally undid Ranpo’s white button up and slid it off his shoulders, discarding it to the floor. He went back to the detectives now bare chest, kissing and sucking down to the zipper of his pants. Ranpo whined in euphoria, gripping Poe’s hair before sliding his hand down his back and letting it fall back to his side.

The older detective reached up to caress his boyfriend's cheek before unzipping his pants and sliding them and his boxers down at the same time. He didn’t fail to notice the wet spot that was already growing there, but now that Ranpo’s dick was exposed he could see the precum bubbling from it. Poe smirked at Ranpo from below and took him in his mouth.

Ranpo instantly let out a loud whine, feeling the back of Poe’s throat hit his tip. The American bobbed his head up and down while looking up at his boyfriend. Every atom in Ranpo’s body buzzed with pleasure, his thoughts becoming incoherant. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head before fluttering closed. His hand once again gripped Poe’s hair as he lost himself in pure bliss. His state of euphoria abruptly ceased as he felt a lack of warmth around his dick and a hand grip his chin. “Look at me” Poe demanded. Ranpo’s breath became more laboured as he winced and opened his eyes.

He thought he was going to burst from the mere sight of Poe’s eyes glaring daggers into his. When he was satisfied, the older of the two shrugged and took Ranpo back into his mouth. The grip he had on his boyfriend's thighs was mouth watering, and Ranpo was falling apart with each harsh suck he felt. His thighs began to shake and Poe knew what was coming. He bobbed his head up and down at a furious pace until Ranpo exploded inside his mouth. Still whining under his breath, a feeling of ecstasy washed over him. Poe swallowed it with no hesitation, the liquid silk sliding down his throat like honey.

Ranpo was still panting when Poe wiped his mouth and stood up, as the Japanese detective slowly slid down to the floor. His flushed dick had begun to soften as he continued to catch his breath, his head leaned back to expose his neck. Poe sat down next to him, and Ranpo instantly collapsed onto his shoulder. The American snaked his hand around Ranpo’s back to rub his arm, leaning over onto his head. “I missed you too” He whispered. Ranpo sighed and closed his eyes, leaning further into his boyfriend. Poe smiled and closed his eyes as well, the two now reunited lovers enjoying the peaceful silence.

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xxsycamore · 7 months

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>>𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬

↬ 👙 While trying on bikinis, you make Napoleon hard. Public place or not, you know when you have to take responsibility.

Napoleon Bonaparte x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Changing Room Sex; Public Sex; Public Blow Jobs; Blow Jobs; Deepthroating; Come Swallowing; Praise Kink • wordcount: 1,032 • masterlist

a/n: I wrote this on a whim instead of sleeping. Don't look at me. For Late Summer Rendezvous, Day 5: Picking swimwear together goes naughty

"How is it?? Isn't it cuuute? I think it's even cuter than the last one!"

You spin around for Napoleon's eyes, showing off the bikini that got you gasping when you spotted it on the rack just a second ago. Just like the previous one. And the one before that.

Napoleon is understanding of the seriousness of the task. You gotta find the cutest one. It's tough.

Arms crossed in front of his chest, his dog tag necklace dangles slightly as he shakes his head with a troubled look on his face.

"I'm awful."

"Huh?" You stop in your tracks just before you can pull the curtain of the changing room closed again, a hand already making its way behind you so you can get out of this swimsuit and into the next one faster. "Why?"

"Because..." Napoleon starts, grabbing a random hanger from the rack before checking if anyone is looking at how he is about to enter the cramped changing room together with you. He's just there to help, it's plausible enough.

Once inside, he enjoys the way you back up to the mirror; the little shiver noticeably running down your spine as your naked shoulders touch the cool surface. You try to make space for him as he suddenly has you trapped.

"Because you think you're looking cute in that, when all I see is a piece of clothing I want to rip off you."

Surprised, you open your mouth before even thinking of what to say but it's needless anyway, because Napoleon steals your opportunity to say anything coherent at all. His hand grasps yours, guiding it on the front of his trousers. He's got a hard-on.

"I'm- Oops?"

"Is this all you got to say after shamelessly seducing your boyfriend? You're impossible, Nunuche." The click of his tongue has you biting your lip, something about his faint irritation turning you on. Had you known Napoleon is that easily influenced by the sight of you in those bikinis, you would have put in more effort in making him hard, for the fun of it. Maybe it's not too late to play that game. You can leave him here and return with a pair that isn't intended to be cute and see what he thinks then, palming his cock as you ignore him.

But you're not that cruel. You're his Nunuche who is even hornier than him, like usual.

"Why are you falling to your knees? Don't tell me you intend to-"

"Suck you off in the changing room? Yes, in fact, I do!"

Napoleon's emerald eyes waver for a second in caution as he slightly tilts his head as if to hear for any signs of people nearby. He signals you to be quiet, and weren't it for the zipper in your mouth as you work his pants down, you would've told him to watch his own mouth from here on and not worry about you.

Letting his hard, throbbing length rest against your cheek, you look straight at Napoleon while lowering down your bikini so your breasts pop out. Withdrawing, you catch his cock in your mouth, a bead of precum falling on your hot tongue as you start sucking him nicely, not losing any time in teasing. You love the powerful eruptions he's capable of when the pace is fast and he's not bothering to hold himself back.

Granted, he's already making that erotic face that lets you know he gave up on self-control even if he previously held any hopes of achieving it. Feeling hotter and hotter with you at his feet, he cards his fingers through his bangs to move them aside as he puts his other hand on top of your head.

"Yeah, just like that... Merde, I'm close- Swallow it."

You feel electricity running through your body as he speaks those last words, awfully a lot like an order, an accidental one, as you understand he genuinely worries about you making a mess. Enthusiased to make him see stars, you put your heart to the task, taking him in as deep as you can as the tip presses to the back of your throat. The involuntary whine that comes from you is what sents him over the edge, a barely hidden noise of pleasure rumbling in his throat as he does his best to warn you not to choke on his cum before he explodes.

You lose track of the times you take a big gulp of cum down your throat, and the thought has you lightheaded. Your boyfriend's vigor and potency are going to be the end of you one of these days.

Smiling weakly at him, you even tuck his cock back in his pants for him. "See, I swallowed everything and didn't make a mess!"

You can't quite put a finger on the expression Napoleon has on his face, if you didn't know any better, you'd assume he just got another hard-on, as you feel his thumb press onto your chin and swipe upwards to collect something, pushing it past your swollen lips. Swirling your tongue around it, you don't need to register the salty taste to figure out what it is.

"Yes, you did. Good girl."

Heart set on fire with the praise, you stand up to your feet again, turning around with your back to Napoleon to confuse him for a second before explaining as if it was obvious: "Does that mean we can now return to you picking up my swimsuit again? If you can't choose, I'll revoke your permission and just choose it myself..."

You feel his warm hands on your back, his low humming filling the small space as you steal a glance at him in the mirror untying your bikini top.

Instead of handing you the next pair, he first hooks his fingers inside your bottom piece and drags it down until it falls freely on the floor, leaving you completely naked.

"There, I'm choosing this one. I've been thinking about taking you skinny dipping for awhile now. And then some, ever since we got here. You can't refuse, can you?"

If it means one obstacle less in the way? You simply can't.

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