#showersex

[fineprintedsunsets]

sʜᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs

Synopsis: Stephen Strange was known to be a dick, but what his could do far outweighed his smart mouth. 

Word Count: 1.9k

!Trigger Warnings!

-taking of virginity

-age!gap

-shower sex

-post-accident

-slight overstim

-aftercare

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

   The Wolf- Spencer Lee Band

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

The warm water calmed Celia's nerves. The running shower water was making her forget what a shitty day she had. Training with Master Strange had been becoming more difficult as the days went by. He was a hard ass. A hot, sexy, hard ass. Celila plants a hand against the wall in anger. She’s been having these thoughts all day, and though she tries to shut them out, they always come back.

They're getting annoying, and she needs to relieve herself. Who would stop her in the sanctum's shower..

No. Cecilia shakes her head, clearing the thoughts of whatever relieving herself consisted of while grabbing a bottle of her own body wash, seeing this was her room's shower and popping the cap.

She reached for her pink loofah, soaking up the spongy drapes with the soap before placing the bottle back on the cap and setting it aside. Ceilia always got nervous taking a shower, since the panes of the shower walls were see-through. The fog from the hot water helps obscure her image just a bit.

Still, anyone could walk in here and see her body, her curves, her wet hair. Anyone could see her soaping herself up, dragging the loofah lower and lower and lower…

Fuck. She couldn’t take it anymore. Celia reached between her legs, forgetting the pink sponge on the floor of the shower. The water ran down her back, reliving her tense muscles, as a small finger, soaped up and wet circled her walls.

“Fuck.” She flinches at the touch but relishes in the pleasure that shut through her spine. A finger turned into a hand as she cupped herself, using the heel of her palm to dig into her clit. Celia bucked, one hand supporting herself on the shower wall, her eyes closed as water runs on her face, flowing down her back.

Soon, it was no longer her fingers rubbing her clit, no longer her mouth peppering outstretched kisses over her shoulders. It was his. God, she tried to block him out, but she was too far gone in her shower thoughts.

Stephen Strange was running his long, scarred fingers up her slit, teasing her, whispering praises as he stuck two digits inside. Celia moaned at her finger's intrusion, wishing it was him. Once her body took the fingers, she began to speed up, a moaning mess as she bucked and wiggled her hips, taking her fingers to the base.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t reach her spot, that special spot that made her get so close. Celia whimpered, crying out “Fuck. Stephen!” She pulled her fingers from herself, rubbing her clit to help better stimulate her entrance. What Celia didn’t know is that a set of eyes was on her, watching her as she took the fingers, her pussy clenching around the bones.

She felt the eyes on her, and when she looked over, although blurred by fog she could see Master Strange. Standing there.

“Oh, my god.” Ceilia plants both hands against the wall, pulling her fingers out of her cunt.

“This day could not get any worse.” She managed to mutter, although when she turned to face Stephen he was no longer there. He was inside the shower.

“Hello, Celia.” Strange gruffed, she tried not to focus on his cock, the way it was standing against his chest, or the fact that she could see his chest. He wasn’t overly muscular, but he was toned. You could see the outline of his muscles against his chest, along his neck, his arms, and his back if he turned around.

“Master Strange..” The truth was, no matter how hot Celia found this, this was her master, and even if he invited himself into her shower, knowing very well that she was just touching herself to him, it was inappropriate.

“Shh. I know. Feel guilty later, give into me now.” Her cunt clenches around nothing, hearing Stephen’s voice. He stood tall over her, backing her against the tiled wall. His hair meets the warm water, coating the dark strands and drenching them. Stephen planted both of his bare arms against the tile wall, leaving Celia stranded.

“Let me get you off, baby.” That’s all it took for Celia's mouth to be on his. The reality of the situation had yet to dawn on her, that Stephen Strange was in here, with his tongue down her throat. Stephen pulls away from her mouth, planting sharp and prickly kisses down her neck. Water streams over Celia, as Stephen practically tears himself from her neck.

“Lift your leg for me.” She does as she’s told, Stephen grips her thigh, positing the tip of his cock at her entrance. Sparks of anticipation shoot up her spine, marking her cunt with want.

“You're already warmed up for me.” He breathes, his voice a husky growl. It makes Celia clench as heat pools into the pit of her stomach.

“You ready to take my cock?”

She nods, although she stumbles. She still has her virginity, and although this is not what Celia imagine it would be like to get it taken, Even better actually, she’s glad it will be him. But all of it still makes her a bit nervous.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll try my best not to make it hurt.” Stephen whispers in her ear, as her heart thrums. The pet names only make it better. Placing a small kiss against Celia’s wet forehead, he pushes the tip in.

Celia jolts in pain, as Stephen places his head by her shoulder, whispering praises in her ear. She can feel him around her, in her, beside her. His scent, his heat, his body. Everything.

“Good girl. Taking me so well. Just a little more. Your okay.” Stephen's reassurances get her past the pain for the moment.

“I’m gonna do it, baby. I’m gonna fill you up.” Stephen does just that, he thrusts inside of her, burying himself to the hilt.

“Baby you're so tight. That's all for me isn’t it?” Celia can barely form words as she nods. He groans, thrusting once. They both let out breathy moans while she winces at the pain. She clenches around his cock, feeling so filled, so melancholic it’s otherworldly. Stephen groans as he feels her folds take him in, his cock twitching at the feeling.

“Celia, Can I move?” Celia nods, holding back her moan as he thrust again.

“None of that. I want to hear the way I make you feel.” God. Her master's filthy words make her clench again, which only causes him to thrust again, feeling her wet cunt around his lenth.

Stephen holds Celia against the tilted wall, fucking into her pussy like a man starved, gripping her thighs with one hand as he drills into her, and peppering kisses along her breast with the other.

All the while she lets out ravenous moans, enough to make his heart stop. The truth about Stephen Strange is that he notices the way she looks at him, but Celia never does when he looks back. How he could hear her call his name from across the hall, and in almost an instant he ran to her room, only to find Celia's fingers deep into her cunt.

Now he could certainly help with that problem too.

“Your so big.” She groans as Stephen takes one of her nipples into her mouth, fondling its hard peak.

“Look at you taking my cock, you like it filling you up, don’t you? Bet you want me to shoot my load inside you too. Is that what you want, princess?”

“God yes.” She through her head back, letting Stephen have his way with her. Nothing could ruin this moment, and when she felt her high rising, she could only focus on her high as she came around his cock.

Stephen relished in that feeling, the feeling of his cock inside her, of his mouth on his breast, his heart when she looked at him and smiled. Celias started to shake, but Stephen wasn’t done yet, he had yet to come.

“Rub your clit for me, baby.”

“Wanna see you come around my cock again.”

Even as the overstimulation crowded her, making her back arch and her pussy sore she managed to reach her fingers between them and rub her clit, watching as Stephen took in the sight, his cock fucking her harder.

“Just like that. Taking me so well.” God. This man and his words. Stephen Strange was known to be a dick, but what his could do far outweighed his smart mouth.

“I’m gonna come, Celia.”

“Will you take my cum like a good girl?” Even now, he smirked at her, seeing the way she writhed and wiggled, deciding between taking his cock more and more, or giving into the feelings of overstimulation.

“I’m coming!” Stephen groans, his face twisting in relief. Celia could feel him inside of her, twitching as he filled her up, the pleasure was too much, the feeling of him inside of her and the rapid rubbing off her clit.

“Look at me when you come.” Stephen whispered at her ear, and he pulled away and watched. He felt her clench around his length before her own release coated himself. Celia winced as he pulled out of her, the water making it impossible to open her eyes fully.

“Stay right here baby, I’ll be right back.”

⌘

Stephen did in fact come back with a towel in his hand and a pair of grey sweat pants wrapped around his waist, his chest bare. It ha dCelia drooling but the ache in her thighs turned into a type of soreness she was not used to.

Placing her carefully in bed, he made a bottle of some sort of liquid appear in his hand.

“Spread your legs.” Celia was caught off guard by the words, her eyes widening. As much as she would love to go again..

Stephen only laughed, seeing her eyes light up like a doe in headlights.

“Its alright, I’m just going to rub some petroleum jelly on your thighs, it'll help with the soreness.” Her heart thrummed at the worry in his voice, he was worried about her.

She did as he asked as he crawled up to her, inching her legs apart to rub the cool gel over her aching thighs.

Stephen started at the imprints his hand left, incredibly mesmerized as he traces the pattern on her flesh. Celia was already turning wet at the sight in front of her, Dr. Strange bowed between her thighs, his fingers rubbing against her skin.. but was too tired to act. He did as he said, before placing a kiss on both of her inner thighs and pulling a blanket over her.

“You're not leaving, are you?” Celia asked, sounding more like a whimper. She didn’t want to be needy but there was nothing in this world she wanted more than to fall asleep in Stephen Stranges arms.

“Of course not, baby.” He cooed, a bright smile on his lips. Stephen slid under the blankets, pulling her small body into him. Celia snuggled into the heat of him, growing mesmerized at the hum of his breaths.

“It hasn’t hit me yet.” She murmured into the pillow, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

“What hasn't?”

“The guilt.”

Stephen laughs, “And I don’t think it ever will.”

#drstrange #marvel #stephenstrange #oneshot #orginal oc #stephenstrangesmut #smut #showersex #masterlist #youngwriter #young writer

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Shower Sex Masterlist

A long hard fuck, you say? (Muke smut) (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: Michael and Luke have shower sex, that's pretty much all you need to know

feels like i’m dreaming but i’m not sleeping (ao3) - badomensbaby luke/calum, michael/ashton E, 29k

Summary: “But saying that out loud is just..” the blonde boy trails off, his voice weakened and unsteady, “Makes me feel kind of pathetic, I guess.” “Pathetic?” Calum parrots, “Therapy isn’t just for people who have issues, Luke. I have patients who just like to tell me about their life because they want to. You have this preconceived notion that therapy is only for broken people.”

or, luke has too many problems but calum doesn’t mind them.

his only reason (ao3) - theonlyreason michael/luke T, 9k

Summary: there's a reason why 'the only reason' was gender-neutral

In The Dark (Like Meteorites) (ao3) - dafeedil michael/calum/ashton E, 26k

Summary: Ashton falls for Calum at a nightclub, and then for Calum's boyfriend, too.

I Wouldn't Know What to Say If I Had You (ao3) - bitscrawford (orphan_account) luke/ashton E, 3k

Summary: “Can’t we just… shower together or sumthin’?”

Ashton’s brow furrows and he turns to look at Luke. “Are you serious?”

“Can’t two bros shower together without it being gay?”

Kinky (ao3) - wastedheartmuke michael/luke M, 43k

Summary: While moving into their new apartment, Luke finds a list of kinks Michael wants to try.

Seems like vanilla sex isn't enough for his boyfriend, but is Luke willing to try some kinky things?

Kissing And Touching Like No One Else (Do You Say That I'm A Sweetheart?) (ao3) - Migs luke/calum E, 1k

Summary: "Hi baby." Calum whispers as he joins Luke under the steaming hot shower, sneaking his arms under Luke's armpits as he hugs the blond from behind. His cock nestles perfectly between the plush globes when the blond arches his back towards the touch.

"Hi." Luke smiles as he turns his head sideways so that Calum can kiss his cheek.

OR: Cake shower sex

Like A Virgin (Touched For The Very First Time) (ao3) - DontGetTooCloseItsDarkInside michael/luke E, 5k

Summary: "So I have a head canon that Mikey was a bottom back in 2011 when he lost his virginity to Luke. Can you have them just like non stop fucking? Like Michael realizes he has feeling for Luke and after months of pining from the both of them Michael finally loses his virginity to Luke and they don't stop having sex for like daaaays!"

Lost Hearts (ao3) - CliffordAffliction ot4 E, 177k

Summary: Ashton, Luke, Calum and Michael live in four different worlds in high school and each one of them is in love with someone who loves someone else. This can’t possibly end well…or can it?

So Much Better (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton, michael/luke, bryana/ashton N/R, 84k

Summary: This is good, good for Ashton. He works so hard, always taking care of the boys, he deserves someone who will take his mind off of things, even for a couple of hours to get coffee. Maybe it’ll make him better, and by extension, the band better. Maybe Bryana is a good thing for everyone. Yet, even now, as Calum tries to think of how great Bryana could be for Ashton, he can’t help but think that he would be so much better.

Or the one where Calum and Ashton have been Friends With Benefits for years, and Calum thought his feelings for Ashton were simply sexual until Bryana came into the picture.

that’s why you like it (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum E, 69k

Summary: Calum starts doing workouts in the garden over the summer and Michael spends the whole time with his hand down his pants (until Calum takes matters into his own hands).

The Way You Take Away My Breath (ao3) - dracomalfloy michael/luke E, 3k

Summary: Michael accidentally reveals to the world that he and Luke shower together

Tie That Binds - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) E, 98k

Summary: In which Luke wants to explore miscellaneous kinks and Ashton strikes him as a good candidate to do said exploring with with.

Touchy Feely (ao3) - sammyswagstar ot4 E, 9k

Summary: The fic with demisexual Michael and ot4 that no one asked for. Michael gets handsy in the shower with his best friends and they take advantage of him, before they all get their happy ending. Pun intended?

Where You Go, I'll Follow (ao3) - fourdrunksluts, reversecow calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 211k

Summary: This story follows Calum, Michael, Luke, and Ashton on their journey to self-discovery. Through first loves, heartbreaks, and friendship, this is the behind the scenes of what the cameras didn't show through the years. 

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #smut #sex tw #showersex #showersex masterlist

[themculibrary]

Smut - Shower Sex Masterlist

En Suite (ao3) - valtyr steve/tony E, 1k

Summary: Written for Avengers Kink. Prompt: "Tony/Steve. Shower sex."

I hate you, I love you (ao3) - Andrea1717 steve/bucky E, 13k

Summary: Bucky Barnes hates Steve Rogers. Weirdly he also can't keep his hands off of him.

An enemies to lovers college AU.

In Twin Rivers (ao3) - RurouniHime steve/tony E, 3k

Summary: In Twin Rivers, Tony springs for a hotel room.

In your hands (ao3) - jeza_red thor/steve M, 2k

Summary: “Thor, I…” Again he was not allowed to finish the thought. And it was strangely okay with him; Thor was so much more experienced, much more qualified to make judgements here. If he decided that now it’s okay to move, Steve was all behind that decision.

Let Me Take You Higher (ao3) - BlossomsintheMist steve/tony E, 4k

Summary: “Good,” Steve said, and squeezed him gently around the waist. “I guess we should see about having an actual shower, huh?”

“It might be a good idea,” Tony allowed, smiling a little. It felt loose and warm and wide on his face.

Like a Daylight Savings Clock (ao3) - orphan_account steve/tony E, 4k

Summary: Would it bother Steve’s sensibilities to know that Tony was getting off on the idea of just being a thing for Steve’s pleasure, for his use?

My Arms Were Made To Hold You (ao3) - portraitofemmy, rainbow_marbles steve/bucky E, 55k

Summary: Tired of being kept awake at night by a screaming baby, Bucky decides to take matters into his own hands. Mostly he wants a good night's sleep, but what he gets is a beautiful baby boy with big blue eyes, a lonely father trying to move on from tragedy, and a chance at a family he never expected to have.

Out of Practice (ao3) - sassyseme sam/bucky E, 7k

Summary: Bucky claims he's out of practice, but his bed skills prove otherwise. He promises to do better, but Sam is already satisfied and eager for more each time. How much better can great sex get?

Rage Unleashed (ao3) - KurosakiIchigoat kate/yelena E, 86k

Summary: Following the fall out of being bonded with the symbiotes can Kate and Yelena move forward and heal or will other threats force them to reconcile with what has happened to them, and what they both want?

Shower Fun (ao3) - AkikoFumi steve/tony E, 1k

Summary: Anonymous sent: "NSFW prompt: Steve and Tony having shower sex for the first time. Please."

Shower to Save Water… Maybe Not (ao3) - Hades_LastSon21 wanda/natasha E, 1k

Summary: Day 24: Shower

Wanda get distracted while training

Slippery When Wet (ao3) - Jo (jmathieson) clint/phil E, 2k

Summary: Clint and Phil take a shower after a rough mission.

Steam (ao3) - LittleGooseWalking clint/natasha E, 775

Summary: *Follows after Clint's Nest in this series.*

A steamy shower encounter followed by an unexpected surprise.

Steam (ao3) - ladydeathfaerie clint/steve E, 4k

Summary: Long simmering emotions finally come to a boil one night after a training session, when Clint and Steve are alone in the mansion.

Steamy (ao3) - randomfatkid clint/phil M, 496

Summary: Clint wakes to find the bed empty and the shower running.

Substitute (ao3) - helens78 rhodey/tony E, 784

Summary: It's been four days with no booze and no sleep; Tony needs a substitute for the bottle, and Rhodey's willing to keep him company.

The Shape of Want (ao3) - praxidikai gilgamesh/thena M, 4k

Summary: The Eternals meet King Arthur, he grows fond of Thena, she isn't amused.

Under Her Thumb (ao3) - neon_jellyfish bruce/clint/natasha E, 3k

Summary: Dom!Natasha unwinds with her sub!boyfriends Clint and Bruce after a stressful week for the Avengers

We Don't Need Words (ao3) - abbyleaf101 clint/phil E, 525

Summary: The different ways they have sex says a lot about who they are.

what you see ain’t what you get (you ain’t seen nothing yet) (ao3) - six_demon_bag bucky/john E, 5k

Summary: John and Joaquin are sent undercover to investigate Alexander Pierce for illegal weapons trafficking from his company SHIELD Securities. Bucky and Sam are less than pleased at one of the things they do to avoid detection.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #masterlists #smut #sex tw #showersex #showersex masterlist #shower #shower masterlist

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Shower Sex (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

‘cause i’m a fool for you (ao3) - kiwiihowell

Summary: Dan has the American dream: a nice house, a nice car, a well paying job, a beautiful wife. It’s the perfect life. Until it’s not. Everything changes when Dan and his wife hire a housekeeper, and Dan begins to question whether this is the life he really wants.

Clean-up (ao3) - NarryEm

Summary: Dan and Phil try their best to deal with the aftermath of the make-up challenge, which leads to a banter and then a tickle fight that ends in some sexy times.

cold showers bring may flowers (ao3) - PhancyPhandom

Summary: lil fic featuring a half naked phil writhing around because it's too damn hot outside.

give it to me baby (ao3) - CapriciousCrab

Summary: Phil loves it like this. A little rough and a lot dirty, he’s willing to do whatever Dan wants when he's in this kind of mood.

His Unspoken Word (ao3) - ineffabledaniel

Summary: Phil Lester is the leader of a small town gang. He's got a mean attitude and a thing for the pretty new boy. In the middle of a turf war is he willing to work for him?

Hot Water (ao3) - pluginlester (orphan_account)

Summary: For the third day in a row, Phil beats Dan to the shower in a heatwave, but this time they agree to make a compromise (and one thing leads to another)

How Much for that Omega in the Window? (ao3) - creativityatbest

Summary: Dan is an omega; he was born into suffrage, with an omega mother and beta sister too young for work. Dan’s family often found themselves with pennies and dollars to get by on. That, of course, is until Dan makes the decision to sell himself to an Alpha sex ring. Things won’t be too bad with his new owner Phil, right?

I can't get enough of you (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Phil wakes up feeling extremely sexually frustrated and no matter how much he gets off it isn't enough.

Luckily Dan was more than willing to be Phil's human sex toy.

If Lost, Return to Phil (ao3) - thatsmistertoyou

Summary: Dan and Phil are friends with benefits, which always works until it doesn’t. Dan wishes things could be different, and gets more than he bargains for.

if you wanna waste time baby, waste your time with me (ao3) - t_hens

Summary: just some soft, sweet, shower sex

I need a shower (ao3) - MarriedPhan1234

Summary: Dan goes to visit Phil a day early. Shower sex.

on the edge of forever (ao3) - internetakeover (nymhciv)

Summary: When Dan is reminded that his uni halls require him to completely move out over Christmas, there’s only one person he considers calling for help.

Swipe Right (ao3) - howellesterfics

Summary: Dan is tired of matching with sexually confused frat boys on Tinder. When he swipes right on Phil, he hopes that this time around things will be different, and well - they certainly are.

Thank You, Love You, Baby (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Despite the long day, Dan and Phil are desperate to be together following their first two shows in Brighton, England. The couple celebrates with a load of Greek food and a sexy shower.

that liquid guilt (on my lips) (ao3) - snsk

Summary: day six: shower sex

("Why do you want to have shower sex?" Phil asked. "And why did you feel the need to write it on the mirror like some B-grade serial killer?")

The Habits of Our Hearts (ao3) - Emptylester (timelordangel)

Summary: Dan leaves his phone at the Youtube space and decides to give 24 hours without technology a try. Phil really likes being Dan's favourite distraction. Shameless fluff of our boys being happy and in love.

The Serotonin's Gone (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Being in love with Dan Howell is incredibly draining, and Phil's not sure he can keep up with it anymore.

Thunder Only Happens When It's Raining - succubusphan

Summary: Dan meets Phil at the lowest moment in his life and is immediately enchanted by him, but nobody is perfect - not even those with good intentions and a kind heart.

This is the story of two imperfect people trying to do their best, to find love and strive in life. They gravitate towards each other at every turn, sometimes dancing in harmony, other times colliding.

Typical (ao3) - Junebug1312

Summary: Dan and Phil hate each other. Everyone knows that. But what happens when Dan breaks both of his wrists and can't do certain things himself?

Also when has someone saying "prove it" ever actually worked as an invitation.

When an Asthma Attack Comes at the Wrong Time (ao3) - LittleLola1114

Summary: Dan and Phil are on their way to Vidcon in America when Dan forgets to take his asthma medication. After a day filled with running, screaming and performing a stage show, Dan feels a bit out of breath, but ultimately it’s a steaming shower with Phil that really triggers an attack. Can Phil work under pressure and help Dan.

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[onlysheets]

#so bery dirty #sexy tease #showersex #little tease #lesbiangirls

[verdantvulpus]

Remember TTWBAD Bingo? I'm actually still doing that! Someone had suggested some steamy shower sex & here's Zira & Anthony ticking that box! You can see the whole thing in a couple weeks, or right now on Patreon.#TTWBAD #goodomensnsfw #SlipperyWhenWet

patreon.com/verdantvulpus

#TTWBAD #goodomensnsfw #slipperywhenwet #bookomens #Patreon #book crowley #book aziraphale #Showersex #goodomensart

[aahzparty]

#ShowerSeX

[fuckedupgirl97]

I'm all for sex and fun, but shower set- I just can't do it 🤷‍♀️

#whyisitsodrywhenimsowet?

#sensuality #showersex #couple aesthetic #couple love #funny shit #love #lust

[thatonekimgirl]

#showersex #confirmed

#the rookie #therookieedit #chenfordedit #chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #mine #tim|lucy #500 plus

[kessellluvr]

desperation- NSFW

kink-/fluffmas day eight

morning shower sex with lottie.. 🗣️

pairing: gp!lottie matthews x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw, fingering, girlpenis lottie.., soft!dom!lottie, showersex :3

sunlight peeked through the blinds in the early morning, you turned - yawning softly. your eyes fixed on your girlfriend, lottie laying next to you. she looked so peaceful, so content after having destroyed your cunt last night - hours of relentless teasing and fucking, your pussy still felt so sore but you also ached for more of her, more of this goddess’ touch.

“morning, baby.” lottie murmed softly - seeming so innocent. “morning..” you replied, shifting to sit up and turn your head to look at her. she did the same, licking her lip hungrily as she took in your appearance - fluffy hair, wearing nothing but a way too big shirt and your panties. you felt her intense gaze upon you and the heat in your cheeks grew. “aww.. am i making you blush by just looking at you?” she teased, her finger going to brush a strand of hair away from your face, you looked down at your lap - trying to hide your embarrassment mixed with arousal and nodded. “wanna go take a shower?” she asked and you looked back up. “sure.”

lottie basically jumped out of bed and you knew what she was gonna do to you in that shower. she dragged your into the bathroom and lifted your shirt over your head, removing your panties and throwing both onto the floor. lottie was a naked sleeper so she didnt have to bother taking off her clothes, she bit her lower lip as she pushed you back into the shower, following closely behind.

you felt your back pushing against the cold tile’s of the shower wall, lottie pulled close the large glass door and turned back to you - her hands finding their way to your sides, trailing up and down “you look so beautiful..” she murmed as she pulled you close for a kiss. you returned it, of course, with a smile. “thank you..” you said - lottie turned on the shower, letting the cold water run down your bodies. you shivered slightly, your nipples going hard instantly. she ran her fingers through your now weg hair, pulling you close once again, her erection pressed onto your thigh - you couldnt help but let out a desperate whimper “oh? you want this, hmm?” she asked as she started to teasingly stroke her own cock - your eyes fluttering as you felt that familiar tingle of arousal in your lower area. “yes..”

“good.” lottie said with a grin, spinning you around and pressing you against the glass of the shower, you felt her hand going between your thighs, slowly pushing her middle finger up your cunt. you were so ready for her and she felt it.

after minutes of your squirming against the shower door, she finally pulled out her finger and grabbed ahold of her throbbing cock - your back arched slightly so she could get a good angle. the tip of lottie’s cock teased your wet entrance, you whimpered again. “please.. please lottie..” you whined, she complied - she couldnt say no to this beautiful creature.

you felt her whole lenght slide into your cunt with ease and she grunted as she buried herself deep within your pussy, she slowly started thrusting- your loud moans making her speed up again and again.

by now she was fucking your cunt without any signs of mercy, your eyes squeezed shut and your hands trying to grasp the glass of the shower door. you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching and you knew she was close too.

“i-im bout to cum..” you whimpered between moans and gasps, her grip on your hips tightened “go ahead, baby.” she hissed - and you came, the sound of her raspy voice pushed you over the edge as you let out a long cry. lottie pulled out and started almost furiously stroking her penis, cum spurting onto your reddened ass cheeks.

after you both came down from your high, she spun you around to face her “there we go.. thats how to properly wake up for a day..” she hummed as she pressed another kiss against your lips.

AN: well, its short i know.. forgive me :^

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[mr-bas00nist]

Sensitive Much?

Sub! König x Dom! Male Reader

Cw: Dub-Con, Nipple Play, Overstimulation, Showersex and Praise

König was a very sensitive man in bed. The slightest touch made him jolt in pleasure and it was quite common for him to cum prematurely. He couldn’t help it you made he feel so good! Being a KorTac member with him you could always analyze everything about him. What got him angry, happy, sad and horny.

You two usually always had missions together since you both worked so well together.

You sighed tiredly walking into the barracks with sweats and a T-shirt on. König sat on his bed below you with his mask on and a pair of shorts with shockingly no shirt on. You smiled at him.

You sat next to him staring at his pretty eyes. “Hey handsome what are your still doing up?” You ask confused. “Waiting for everyone.” You nod. “There out for the night, getting drinks apparently.” You held up your pager showing him the messages.

You can see him cower down slightly at that. “König dude there’s no need to be embarrassed.” You wrap your arm around his shoulder pulling him close to you. “I know I know.” He nods. You smile at him before unwrapping your arm around him.

“Alright go hop in the showers so I don’t have to smell you anymore.” You smile as he immediately gets up. You continue to lay on his bunk relaxing. He always took so long in the shower. You toss and turn getting impatient.

You stand up finally having enough. You walk into the bathroom slowly sneaking in. You see him showering with his mask off. You get an idea.

You grin taking your own clothes off so you can get in the shower with him. You slowly creep in the shower when all of a sudden grabbing his hips. He almost knocks you out but realizes that it was just you. He looks at you with flushed cheeks. “W-why are y-you in here!” He shouts blushing madly.

“You we’re taking wayyyyy, to long.” You smile bringing his bare body closer to yours. He looks down at you shaking his head. “You can’t just do this kind of stuff and have no m-motive behind it.” He states trying to keep whatever dignity he has.

“I mean your making me think you like me!” He shouts grabbing your hand around his waist. “Wait, you think I don’t like you?” You tilt your head at him. “Y-yes?” You laugh. “Dude your one of the most attractive guys I’ve ever met, why do you think I always make sexual comments or advances?” You smile at him.

Than it’s clicks, you did like him. You slowly begin snaking your hand right below his pecs making him whimper. “Y-you can’t just,” he breathes shakily. “Touch my chest like that.” You could see him getting hard. “I’m barely even touching your chest, your sensitive huh baby?”

He blushes even more than before, the hot shower doing nothing to help. He feels you rub the flesh of his pecs making him bite back a moan. You roll your eyes with a smile pinching his nipple. You expect not much reaction but boy we’re you wrong. He lets out the most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard in your life.

Both of your guys eyes go wide. “S-sir, please don’t.” But it’s to late you go for his other nipple pinching roughly kneading his flesh. He throws his head back letting out loud moans of pleasure. “A-agh~ Scheiße! To much it’s to much please!” He cries out. You continue abusing his nipples with focus and precision watching them harden.

He was enjoying all of this way to much. You continued abusing his nipple while his moans start to increase. With one last moan he cums untouched. You stop your fingers on his nipples eyes going wide at the fact he came from only that. You laugh at the pathetic man.

“Aw how cute.” You laugh making him whimper. You grab his shoulders flipping him against the glass of the shower door. He looks at you with glossy eyes and a red face. “So Fuckin’ beautiful, can’t believe all of this,” You squeeze his chest. He bites his lip watching as you put your tongue on one of his nipple making him cry out even more.

You pinch the other giving them both equal attention. He moans out loudly rutting into nothing. You softly bite his nipple making him wail. You looked up at him watching as the tears stream down his face. You pull away from his nipple attaching yourself to his other.

His moans pick up in volume as he begs for you to stop. “Bitte, ich bin zu empfindlich.” He truly was sensitive but that wasn’t gonna stop you. You pick up your abuse on his nipple making him throw his head back. With a final harsh bite on it he finally cums with the loudest scream you’ve heard tonight.

You pull off to admire your handy work smiling at all the dark bruises and bite that littered his chest. “How is every part of you so perfect?” You smirk at him making him shake his head in embarrassment. “Alright handsome come on we’ve probably raised the water bill just by ourselves.”

(A/n: I’m actually learning German atm so sorry if it didn’t make sense! 😭)

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[curlyfries967-blog]

The Disciplinary

Word Count: 17.0k+

WARNING NSFW HAS HEAVY SMUT and Fluff

ShowerSex, PregnancySex, PussyWorshiping, Fingering, Oral F. Receiving, BratTaming, PraiseKink, MirrorSex, BDSM, Oral M Receiving, Spooning, Doggystyle, Aftercare, Dom! Miguel. It's not your cup of tea then find something else to read.

You woke up after a restless night. You were having the hardest time staying asleep lately. You were so close to your due date, and you were getting more anxious by the day. You sat up and rubbed your swollen stomach, feeling your baby moving inside. Your mind was going a mile a minute. You couldn't help but feel nervous about the future.

Suddenly the door to your room opened, and your husband came in carrying some breakfast for you. He looked concerned as he approached you. He had been so worried about you, and he was hoping you were doing well.

"Amor? Are you feeling well?" (Love?) Miguel padded in wearing gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his waist. His chest was on full display for the world to see. The aroma of Bacon, Egg, and ham filled the bedroom. Your mouth salivated automatically. Following behind him was a smaller younger version of him holding a glass of Orange juice. The small child had a white shirt that was stained with light orange blotches that you gathered that might have happened in the kitchen.

"I'm good," you said with a warm smile. Your husband looked so handsome - even with the sweat pants on. You couldn't help but feel the pang of desire in your stomach when you saw him. Your baby was kicking like crazy, and you had to laugh. You couldn't help but smile, though, when you saw your son beside your husband. Your face lit up, and you were overcome with joy.

"Mamí, I got you juice," your son chimed in as Miguel placed your plate of food on your night stand. "Here!" He pushes the plastic cup towards your stomach. "Easy, Mijo." (Son) Miguel retrieves the cup from his beloved son, "Mamí will drink some after she finishes eating, okay?" His bright eyes beam happily, "Okay, papí." As your husband put the plate next to you, you dug in.

"Mhm," you mumbled around a mouthful of food. You were so hungry - you could never seem to get enough to eat lately. You were craving anything and everything. You ate with a voracious appetite, loving every bite you took. It was hard to believe that your life would be changing so much so soon. You were about to have a baby! It seemed so surreal, and you were full of emotions - nerves, excitement, fear, all at once.

Your husband looked so content next to you as he watched you eat, and he couldn't help but smile.

You were so happy. What better way to start your morning? You couldn't help but smile back at your son and feel a rush of emotions. You were so lucky. You had everything in the world right here, and you were so grateful for that.

You ate quickly, wanting to get to that glass of juice already. You could smell it, and it was calling out to you. You loved orange juice, and you just couldn't wait to drink it. After you quickly finished your food, you reached out for the glass that was still in Miguel's hand.

Your husband laughed as you quickly finished your food. You couldn't get enough to eat right now, and he was more than happy to feed you. You smiled back at your son, and it felt like everything was complete. You had everything you could have wanted in that moment, and you were so thankful for it.

You grabbed the glass and took a deep drink. The juice was delicious, and it was everything you wanted. You couldn't help but let out a content sigh as you took another sip. Everything was perfect right now, and you hoped it would always be this way.

"The orange juice tastes delicious, sweetie" you complimented your little boy. He rubs his nose grinning up at you. "I made it all by myself!" He announces proudly places his hands on his hips.

You smiled down at your son. He was so sweet and so precious. You had no idea how you got so lucky to have him in your life. You loved being his mother, and you loved that he was so proud of himself.

"You did a good job, my love," you said with a tender smile. "The juice is great." You looked over at your husband, and you couldn't help but chuckle. The two of them looked just alike; they were practically twins.

"And what's so funny?" Miguel asked regarding you curiously. "He's a mini me of you," you looked at your son and then at the superhuman. He shared similar mannerisms with his father of course the occasional pouting, sassy attitude, and hands on his hips. But appearance wise he had the most gorgeous hair ever taking after his father. He had kind eyes just like you and your Contagious laughter. Two gaps of missing teeth which he lost while learning how to play soccer.

"Nothing. Just thinking about how similar the two of you look," you said with a fond smile. You couldn't help but marvel at your son. He was such a cutie, and you couldn't believe that he was yours. You were so lucky to be his mother, and you loved him so much. He was so precious.

"You look so adorable right now," you said with a laugh as you ran a hand through your son's hair. You loved his soft curls, and you loved your son's sweet, kind face. He was such a good child.

"Mamí," he says ,"Papí said we're going to the Aquarium today!" You blinked surprised at the news he shared with you. You looked at your handsome half and placed a hand on your belly. "Oh?" You paused, unsure if you could walk and keep up with them, "Did he now?"

"He did indeed," your husband said with a laugh. "Cosito was very insistent that we all go. I have to admit, I'm looking forward to it too." He winked in your direction and reached out to touch your growing belly. "Do you think you're up for it?" he asked with a smile. You could see the excitement in his eyes, and you loved how much he loved his family. It made your heart swell.

However, You wanted to tell him that you haven't been sleeping well the last couple of weeks. You don't want to walk on your poor swollen feet. But your son's happiness was everything to you and you didn't want to take that away from him. "Maybe..." You said nervously biting the bottom of your lip.

"If you're not feeling up to it, we can cancel," your husband responded. You could see the concern in his bronze eyes as he looked at you. You could tell he was worried about you, and you appreciated that. "We could stay here together and watch something on tv. We don't have to go if you don't want to."

You loved your husband. He was so caring, and he always put your needs before anyone else's. He was the perfect partner, and you couldn't believe how lucky you were to have him.

"Papí you promised that we'd go to the aquarium together," the 6 year old cried as he stomped his foot in protest. "You said we'd go today!"

You smiled as you watched your son. He had so much personality, and of course, he definitely got that from his father. You couldn't help but chuckle at the cute little hissy fit he was having. You loved that your son could be so dramatic and full of life.

"We can go, then, my love," you assured him with a smile. "It'll be fine. I promise. But you'll have to be a good little boy while we're there, okay?" You gave your husband a wry grin as you spoke.

"Remember your mother has your baby sister in her belly," Miguel reminds his son softly chastising him, "Be mindful of the two of them." The little human wraps his tiny arms around your arm. "But Mamí said Yes already!" He was smart to use you as a shield to hide from his Father's disapproving tone.

You laughed as you watched your son and your husband. The two of them really were so much alike. You knew exactly what your son was doing, and you loved him so much for it. You were happy to do whatever you could to protect your child.

You looked down at your son. "Well then it's settled then," you said with a gentle smile. "We'll go to the aquarium today. It'll be fun. But remember what your father said - be a good boy today, okay? And mind us both." You gave him a quick peck on the head.

"Go get Dressed, " Miguel told him. He ran out of your shared bedroom to his own room. Miguel gets up from the side of the bed and offers you two hands to pull you up. You take them and you groan as you struggle to stand on your feet. You huff winded rubbing your belly as the baby kick at the sudden movement. "She's so active," you wince.

You grunted in pain as you struggled to stand on your feet. You were in so much pain now. Everything hurt. You were so close to the end of your pregnancy, and it was taking a toll. You huffed and puffed, trying to catch your breath. Your baby was kicking and moving, and it was hard to concentrate.

"You okay, my love?" he asked with a concerned look on his face. You nodded and tried to smile through your fatigue and pain. "It'll be fine," you said with a strained smile.

"We don't have to go, mi amor. I don't want you to put any more strain on your body" he reassures you by running his thumb over the back of your hand. You were annoyed that he was still fussing over you. You already gave your kid your word. And you weren't going to let him down.

"I promised him," you said with a stubborn grin. "I can't go back on that now. I'll be fine. I promise." You sighed and leaned on your husband. The pain was intense, but you tried to smile through it.

You took a deep breath and tried to focus. "I can do this. We can do this," you said with a determined look on your face. You weren't going to let anything stop you from keeping your word to your son. You were so close to the end, and it was hard to believe that your baby would be here soon.

Your husband helped you gently pull off your clothes and put them aside. Your belly was so big now it was hard to do anything, but your husband was always careful with you. He was so patient and kind.

You stood there in your underwear staring at your reflection in the mirror. You were so swollen, and it was hard to be comfortable. You had stretch marks around your belly, thighs and sides. Your breasts were absolutely swollen. It was difficult to dress appropriately; everything modest you had would come out looking scandalous. Pregnancy was hard. And you would admit you're an emotional train wreck when your husband will bring you the wrong color of conchas.

You sighed as you looked at your swollen body in the mirror. The stretch marks were so obvious now, and you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Your body was changing so much, and it was hard to accept it sometimes. Your breasts had grown so much, and it was hard to find clothing that fit you comfortably. Your body was changing so much, and you were constantly worried about it.

You glanced up at your husband, and you couldn't help but smile. He was always so patient and understanding. He never made you feel bad for your body changing. You were so lucky to have him.

"What's on your mind, Hermosa?" He asked, noticing your gaze was locked on the reflection. "My body is different," You mused, "I don't like how much I've changed physically..." He held an outfit for her in his hand. He fist tightened on the piece of fabric as he walked up behind her.

"I'm just thinking about my body," you said with a sigh. "It's so different now. I know that it has to change for our baby, but it's hard sometimes." You couldn't help but feel insecure at times about how your body was changing. It was hard to recognize yourself sometimes, and you were constantly worried about how you looked.

You turned to look up at your husband, and he could see the worry in your eyes. "Do you think I'm still beautiful?" you asked with a sad grin. "I've changed so much."

"You are so beautiful," your husband said with an earnest smile. "Your body is changing, yes, but you are more beautiful than you have ever been. You are carrying our child inside of you right now, and I could not be more proud of you. You are doing a wonderful job, and you should be proud of yourself."

He took your hand in his and gave you a gentle, loving smile. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me," he said with a soft, tender tone. "No matter what you look like, nothing could ever change that."

You teared up rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hands. You sniffled finding his brown eyes in the mirror. "Even with snot running down my face?" You bawled crying harder. Miguel smiles, chuckling softly as he turns your body and pulls you into a warm comforting embrace. "Si, con mocos y todo," (Yes, with snot and everything) he said affectionately.

You cried into his chest, unable to control yourself. You were so hormonal right now, and it was hard to keep your emotions in check. You cried for a while, but he just held you close and comforted you as best he could.

"I'll love you no matter what, my love," he said with a gentle smile. "Even with the snot and the swollen belly." He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back as you cried. "I will always love you," he said softly, "nothing will ever change that." You were so lucky to have him.

"Sorry, my love," you mumbled as you pulled away from him. You were so embarrassed by the mess you had made on him, but he just laughed it off. "It's okay. This doesn't bother me," he said with a smile. You were so grateful for him and for how understanding he was.

He wiped away your tears, and he kissed you gently. "You okay?" he asked with a loving look in his eyes. You were so overwhelmed with love for him. You nodded meekly, feeling better now.

"I need a shower," you murmured, feeling gross.

"I won't be long," he says, flashing you a smile.

You grabbed a robe and covered yourself up. You left the closet the went to the bathroom.

"LYLA," Miguel called out, an orange hologram of a tiny woman with a bob appeared before him.

"Hey, Jefe," (Boss)

"Keep the kid occupied for me please." He said.

"I'm not a babysitter, Miggy."

"No, but you're a pretty cool A.I. that can do anything."

"I am pretty cool," she says looking down at her nails.

"Can you help me wash up?" A mischievous crooked smile blessed his sharp features. Miguel grinned at your hesitation, and he knew exactly what you were thinking. "B-but our son," you stammered knowing exactly what he was implying. He wanted to show you just how much he enjoyed being intimate with you, and he knew that you needed some attention too. "Lyla's keeping him entertained. We've got time before the new shark exhibit opens to the public." He removed his clothes and threw them in the hamper, then turned towards you. "The what?" You were struggling to understand what he was saying. "Let me take care of you." He wanted to show you just how much he cared for you, and he couldn't wait to spend some quality time with you.

Your eyes went wide as Miguel pulled off his pants and revealed the handsome physique beneath.

You gasped and turned red as you stared at him. You couldn't believe that he was implying what it sounded like he was implying. You were so flustered and overwhelmed with emotion.

"Oh my goodness," you said as you laughed nervously. "Are you sure?" you asked softly. You couldn't believe he was being so forthcoming about his intentions. It was so sudden and unexpected, but you had to admit that your heart was racing. Miguel lured you into the walk-in shower. Back into the water like a siren drawing in its unsuspecting victims. The warm water welcomed you both.

The warmth of the shower engulfed you like a warm blanket. You leaned against Miguel's chest, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against yours. You were nervous but excited about what was about to happen. You wanted to feel close to him, to experience every single bit of pleasure he had to offer. You could feel your heart pounding, and your breath coming in short gasps. You were ready to let go and give yourself over totally to the sensations that were beginning to build within you. You were ready to feel complete and utter pleasure.

You let out a soft gasp as he pulled you into the water making sure you're wet. You were so excited and overwhelmed with desire. You couldn't believe what he was doing, but you loved every second of it. Every touch and every kiss sent shivers through your body. You were so lost in the moment, and you couldn't wait for it to continue. You were in heaven.There was a marble bench embedded along the wall. One that Miguel specifically had installed to loosen up stiff muscles and tensions from work. The installment was beneficial to treat the shower as a sauna. It was a wonderful idea to have a pregnant woman sit there as her needs were tended to by her husband.

Miguel led you to the bench, helping you to sit down. He knelt in front of you, gently removing the soap from its holder. He lathered it in his hands, rubbing it between them until it formed a thick, frothy lather. He began to gently massage it into your skin, starting with your neck and working his way downwards. He paid special attention to your breasts, massaging them gently and making sure they were clean. He worked his way down your torso, paying special attention to your growing belly. He could feel the life inside of you, and he wanted to make sure that it was well protected. He continued to massage you, making sure that every inch of your body was cleansed and pampered. He loved taking care of you, and he wanted to make sure that you were comfortable and content.

"Can I taste you?" He asked. Your arousal was apparent in the air to him; it was intoxication. It didn't help that the steam acted like an oil diffuser to his nose .

You felt yourself flush at his words, but you couldn't deny that you wanted him to eat and devour you. You were nervous and excited at the same time, and you didn't know how to proceed. This wasn't uncharted territory for you, and you were thrilled. You wanted to show him how much you wanted him, how much you desired him. You wanted him to be gentle and careful, but you wanted him to take control and make you feel good.

"Si o No, Hermosa?" (Yes or no, beautiful?) He promoted kneeling before you.

You didn't have to think for long. You knew exactly what answer you wanted to give Miguel. "Yes," you whispered, your breath catching in your throat. You didn't doubt your decision for a single second. You wanted this, and you wanted him to know it. You wanted him to take control and make you feel good. You were ready to submit to him completely, and you wanted him to fuck you dumb with his skilled mouth.

You didn't hesitate to do as Miguel asked. You knew what he wanted, and you wanted to give him everything he needed. As soon as he knelt before you, you opened your legs wide, giving him full access to your body. Your eyes closed as you waited for him to touch you, eagerly anticipating his next move. You could hear him moving around In Front of you, and you wondered if he was getting ready to taste you. You hoped he would take things slowly and gently, making sure to please you first. You trusted him, and you believed he wouldn't disappoint you. You wanted him to ravage you and consume you, but only after he made sure you enjoyed every moment. You were ready for whatever he had planned, and you knew it would be amazing.

His middle finger long and calloused entered your wet pussy. Your eyes flutter, a light moan finds itself out your lips. "Let me take care of you," he murmured, trailing a kiss up to your round belly. He slowly pistons his finger in; listening for your hitches and soft gasps. You held on to the metallic railing with one hand. He inserts another finger brushing against your sweet spot. "Ah, Ah, Miguel, Miguel," you chanted his name. "What is it, Hermosa?" (Beautiful) He chuckles, "Are you feeling good?" He strategically curled his fingers to the front of your gummy walls, his thumb now rubbing up sensationally against your clit. You clung on to the rail like your life depended on it.

Miguel listened closely to your responses, wanting to make sure you were enjoying every minute of what was happening. He was pleased when he heard you chanting his name, and he knew that you were enjoying him finger fucking you. He continued to tease you, wanting to make sure that you reached the peak of pleasure before he did anything else. He wanted to make sure that you were satisfied, and he wanted to make sure that all of your needs were taken care of. He loved pleasuring you, and he wanted to make sure that you experienced the best orgasm possible. He didn't want to rush anything, and instead he took his time, savoring each movement and reaction.

"You're doing so well for me." He coos. "Your pussy loves my fingers." Everytime his fingers withdraw your walls would clench in attempting to keep him in just a little bit longer. Miguel crossed his fingers as if breaking a promise to your pussy. He twisted and pumped away listening to your whimpers as you tossed your head back in ecstasy. He was very careful about causing you or the baby discomfort during sex. He buried his head in between your legs and sucked away at your clit. "I'm close, love" you warned; you grabbed a fist full of his soaked hair pushing him in more. He sucked at your puffy bud while his tongue twirls around it.

You cried out his name as your walls threatened to spasm around his digits. You squeezed your legs together in an attempt to get him away from your core.

"Relax, Amor," (Love) Miguel said softly, his voice calm yet firm. He didn't want you to be tense, and he wanted you to be comfortable with how he was worshiping your cunt. He knew that he needed to take things slow and easy with you, and he was determined to make sure that you enjoyed every moment of this experience. He wanted you to feel safe and secure, and he hoped that you would trust him. He continued to stroke you gently, and he was ready to take things as far as you wanted him to.

He withdrew his digits, "Oh, Miguel!" you gasped, upset, feeling empty you clenched on nothing, your legs quaked. If he didn't sit down you would have certainly hurt yourself falling. He replaced his fingers with his tongue. The bronze man stayed buried in your depths mouth and tongue working you through your oragasm. He wouldn't let up. His arms wrapped around your thighs keeping you from pulling away from him.

"I've got you, Hermosa," (Beautiful) Miguel said softly, holding you tight. His voice was calm and reassuring, and you felt safe and secure in his embrace. He continued to please you, never letting up for a single second. He wanted to make sure you enjoyed every moment of this experience, and he was eager to please you. He hoped that the pleasure he was giving you was enough to make you feel good and satisfied.

"Wait, wait, wait-" Your pleas fell on deaf ears. Your body burns and Miguel's lips scorched everything he touched.

"Shh," Miguel whispered gently. He didn't want you to feel nervous or overwhelmed. He wanted this to be a positive and enjoyable experience for you, and he was going to do everything he could to ensure that happened. He held onto you tightly, wanting to reassure you that he wasn't going anywhere. He kept kissing and licking you, bringing you even further into ecstasy than before. He wanted you to know how much he loved you, and he intended to show that to you in every way possible.

"You're gonna make me squir-" you arched your back breasts thrusted up into the steamy air. "Aaahh fuck-" Miguel's senses drown in you. You felt a light growling against your thighs.He hungrily devoured your juices noisily slurping all of your essence down. He wouldn't dare waste a single drop of your ambrosia. He wouldn't even dare to dream of it. You tangled your fingers into his hair and yanked him back hard with all your might. A loud lewd pop could be heard as he detaches his lips from your pussy. His eyes were crimson once again, fangs exposed as he breathed hard. He ran his tongue over his mouth lapping up the rest of your juices he could collect. Water droplets cling on to his hair as the water Cascades around him. Could he get any sexier? You had a dazed look on your face. A loud ring goes through your ears. The man gets up in front of you from kneeling. You see his lips move but you couldn't register a single thing he said. That pesky ringing was still in your ears.

"Cariña?" (Darling) Miguel asked softly, his voice full of concern. He could see the distant look in your eyes, and he knew that something wasn't right. He didn't want you to be hurt or in pain, and he was determined to find out what was wrong. He knelt down in front of you, his hands gently touching your face and rubbed your belly . He wanted to make sure that you were okay, and he wanted to help you through whatever was troubling you. You were his everything, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to make you feel better.

He immediately shut off the water. And turned on the vent into the bathroom hoping to get rid of the steam quickly. You haven't responded to him yet. And he was starting to panic. Miguel's heart raced as he waited for a response from you. He had never seen you like this before, and he was concerned. He wanted to help you, but he didn't know what to do. He continued to gently stroke your face, his voice full of concern. "Hermosa?" he asked softly. And when you didn't respond, he started hearing alarms in his head. He felt dread slowly start to creep up behind him. He was scared that he hurt the baby in some way. Panic, fear, and dread washed over him.

"Honey!" panic is now apparent in his voice and clear as day. He roughly smacks your face a couple of times with the last slap stinging. You finally move, pushing his hands away from your face, deeply frowning at him. "I'm fine," you insisted, blinking a few more times. The ringing finally subsided. "Thank fuck," he relief washes over him finally, "Que paso?" "You sent me to cloud nine." You laughed your face red from all the heat in the bathroom.

"You almost gave me a heart attack," Miguel snarled, his voice full of relief and Shoulders slumped. He ran his hands over his face in an attempt to calm himself. He was happy to know that you were okay, and he was glad to see the smile on your face. He laughed at your description of what happened, and he was excited to hear that you had enjoyed yourself. He wanted to make sure that he continued to do what made you happy, and he was determined to continue to take your relationship to the next level.

"Let's get dressed," he helped you up from the marble bench. Not once did he let go of your hands until you were stepping on the fluffy bathroom matt. you leaned against the counter as he dried you off with a warm towel. He paused for a moment and looked into your eyes, "Do you know who I am?"

"You're my husband, Miguel."

"What's your last name?" He probed at you with more questions.

"I'm literally pregnant with your Daughter, O'Hara." You consoled him as he gently went over your belly with the towel.

"I'm just making sure you're okay," he justified. His eyes lingered on your large belly.

"I'm okay, Miguel," you reassured him, your voice full of warmth and affection. You were happy to see that he cared about your wellbeing, and you were eager to reassure him that everything was alright. You were grateful for his love and support, and you wanted to make sure that he knew how much you appreciated him. You knew how much he cared about you, and you wanted to be there for him in any way that you could.

He picked out a white sundress that showed off your shoulders. The dress supported your breasts not making you look too provocative. And the sundress was not constricting either around your baby bump. The dress stopped just above your knees. It gave you an enchanted and pure looking almost like a fairy.

"You look beautiful," Miguel said softly as he helped you into the dress. He was excited to see you in the dress, and he couldn't help but admire how it made you look. It showed off your shoulders and flattered your figure, and it was comfortable and airy enough to allow for plenty of movement. It also highlighted your pregnancy and accentuated your growing baby bump. The dress was simple and elegant, and Miguel knew that it was perfect for you. He was proud to see you in the dress, and he was ready to take you out to show you off.

"Thank you, Love!" you exclaimed with a smile as you glanced down at yourself. You looked amazing! The dress was both comfortable and stylish. It was so flattering to your growing belly, and it made you look like a glowing goddess. You felt so beautiful and so confident in it. You knew that your husband would be proud to have you by his side. You were so excited to show off your growing belly and to share this beautiful moment with your husband.

"Mamí! Papí!" A small familiar voice cried out loud shrieking. "I'll go check on him, Love." You kiss Miguel on the cheek and leave the bathroom. You left the handsome Hispanic man to get dressed on his own. You arrived at your Son's room only to see the room a mess.

You sighed inwardly as you looked at the mess in your son's room. It was a complete disaster, and you knew that you would have to clean up after him. You loved your son dearly, but he was so messy.

"I can't find my shirt" He sobbed clearly in distress. Your eyes flicker to the small hologram and raise a brow quizzically at her. In return she shrugs unbothered and says, "He's looking for his Shark shirt. I told him it would be easier to find it if his room was clean and he blew a fuse over it." That sounds about right, you pondered silently to yourself. Once he got frustrated or overwhelmed about something he would have a meltdown about it.

You sighed inwardly as you heard your son's voice. He was so emotional these days, and he had a hard time controlling his reactions to things. You knew that he was still young and learning how to handle his emotions, and you understood that it must be difficult for him. However, it was still frustrating at times. You did your best to be understanding and patient with him, but sometimes it was hard. You just wanted him to be happy.

You went to his closet and searched for his shirt. You quickly found it, and you grabbed it and brought it to him.

"When we get back from the aquarium. We're going to have to clean the rest of this all up." You informed him, " This is too messy, you won't be able to find anything in here." Realizing you wasted your breath he ripped off his shirt and snatches the outfit from you throwing it on. With little regard the other shirt was tossed on the floor carelessly. You squat down struggling to gather up a couple of stuffed animals on the floor. And when you came back up your legs were killing you and you're out of breath already huffing. "Que Chingao paso aquí?" (What the fuck happened here?)The three of you jumped at the tone of the disciplinary behind you. ( Including the holographic AI )

You felt a slight blush bloom on your cheeks as Miguel's tone got harsh. You knew that he meant well, but it was still a little intimidating. You just stood there quietly as he scolded your son. You didn't want to get in the way and make things worse. You just stood quietly and tried to stay out of the way.

When Miguel finally turned back to you, you gave him a soft smile and a slight nod. You knew that he was just doing what he thought was best for your son. You were glad to have him in your life and to be raising your son together.

"I'm sorry, my love," you said sheepishly. "I tried to tidy things up, but our son wasn't really a team player." You lowered your head in remorse. You were so embarrassed by the state of the room. You were always so careful to keep things neat around the house.

"Amor, you're due in 2 months," (Love)he carefully reprimanded you, "I don't want to see you struggling and straining to clean up after him. He's old enough to do it himself, now." The Little boy was sniffling as he folded up his clothes. He just needed to put up a few shirts and a couple of stuffed animals away. You're not really the type to discipline anyone or anything in general, you're usually the nurturing charismatic one. You are the peacekeeper and nurturer. Miguel was the protector and disciplinary.

You let out a small sigh as you listened to Miguel. You knew that he was right. You needed to let your son learn how to clean up after himself, and it was important to teach him these things now. He was old enough to understand why it was important, and you needed to make sure that he learned how to be responsible. You could do this.

You smiled gently up at Miguel. "You're right," you said softly. "I'm sorry I didn't handle it better. I was trying to be nice, but I should have been more firm." You bowed your head in contrition.

"We will not go to the Aquarium until everything is put away in its rightful place." Miguel's gaze fell on his kid, "Entiendes?" (Understand)"Yes, Papí" he grumbled..

You watched as your son started cleaning his room and putting things away. He looked a little dejected, but he was doing as he was told. You smiled softly at him as he worked. You were glad that he was taking responsibility. And, more importantly, you were glad that Miguel was being so firm with him. It was important to teach your son these things now, and Miguel was doing a fantastic job.

You put your hand on Miguel's arm gently and gave him a soft smile. You were so grateful for him and for everything he was doing. He was an amazing husband and father.

The drive to the aquarium was enjoyable. Everything felt calm and peaceful, and you were glad that you got to spend this time with your family. You enjoyed the peace and the quiet as you drove along the scenic coastal route. The view was beautiful, and you felt so peaceful and content. You couldn't ask for a better day, and you were grateful for this time together.

The Windows in the back of the car were rolled down and your kid had his hand out feeling the pressure from the wind. A large hand was resting on the inside of your thigh rubbing away. You had one hand rubbing your belly as you felt the baby kick. You wince a bit from the pain. Miguel drove content navigating through traffic.

You felt a soft smile spread across your lips as you reached over and grabbed Miguel's hand. You gave it a small squeeze and then rested your hand on his. You were so happy to be with him, and you felt so content in that moment. You couldn't help but feel a soft sense of joy as you thought about the future and the family you were building together. Everything felt so perfect and so right in that moment.

A large gasp was heard in the back of the vehicle, "The aquarium! We're here." Your kid in the back squealed delighted.

You let out a small laugh as you heard your son's excitement. You were happy that he was so excited to see all the fish and water creatures. You couldn't help but feel a little bit excited yourself. You were so happy to have this opportunity to take your son out and do something fun together. It was a nice break from the usual routine, and you were so grateful for it.

Miguel pulls the car up to the entrance of the aquarium. "I'll drop you guys off here and I'll go park the car." He was super considerate to you and your son. He didn't think it was right to make you walk in the parking lot, "That leaves us in charge of the tickets," you smiled after carefully getting out of the car. Your son was quick to get out of the vehicle and be at your side, grabbing your hand. "Come on, Mamí," his smile was so radiant it warmed your heart. The little boy tugged and pulled you towards the entrance of the building jumping up and down in excitement.

You smiled at your son as he jumped up and down in excitement. You were so happy to see him so joyous and filled with so much energy. You loved seeing him so happy and so excited about the aquarium. You couldn't wait to see all the fishes and water creatures with him. It was going to be an amazing day full of fun and adventure. You were so excited and so grateful to have this opportunity to spend time with your son and your husband. Everything felt so perfect and so right.

The two of you approach the admission booth inside the cool building. Your son ran to the counter jumping up and down waiting for you to move on over. Not A single person was in line. At the booth was a young college girl who looked like she would rather be elsewhere than work. "Hi, can I please get 2 adult tickets and 1 ticket for a child?" You asked, clearing up your throat. "We're here to see the Sharks!" Your son chimes. She didn't even bother to respond to your kid or acknowledge him. More people wandered in and began to line up behind you. You slowly became anxious, as the girl in front of you took her sweet time punching in the keys on the kiosk screen. You uncomfortably shifted your weight on your legs absent-mindedly placing a hand on your pregnant belly. You felt like you had eyes staring holes into your back making you feel uneasy. "Okay that'll be $72 total," she said dryly making you feel unwelcome, "Cash or Card?" Your heart dropped realizing, " I forgot my purse in the car." "Okay, well once you get your purse you can get back in line and we can try again with the tickets." She sighs annoyed and rolls her eyes, "I can take the next group of people." Oh your poor heart.

You were taken aback by her dismissive tone and attitude. You had never been treated so rudely, and you were stunned by her lack of etiquette. You were overwhelmed with emotions, and you weren't sure how to respond. You felt hurt and offended, and you just stood there quietly as people continued to line up behind you. You didn't know what to say or how to react to such a harsh and insensitive response. You were so taken aback that you were lost for words. You felt like the world had stopped.

You felt defeated walking all the way back to the entrance. Your handsome husband walks in with your purse slung across his chest. "How'd it go?" He asked, looking between you and his son. "We couldn't get the Tickets. Mamí forgot her purse!" Your son announced to the whole building. You wish the world would just open up and swallow you whole. "It's not a big deal." Your husband chuckles ruffing up his kid's hair. "I need to use the restroom. Do you mind getting the tickets for us?" You asked him desperate to get out of there.

You just needed a second to collect yourself, maybe a moment to cry too, but not in front of all these people.

You were so embarrassed and so humiliated. You couldn't believe that you had forgotten your purse, and you couldn't believe that your son had shouted it out to the entire building. You knew your son. But why did it sting so much for him to do that? You felt like you were sinking into the floor, and you wanted to just disappear into thin air. You needed to get out of there, away from all these people who saw you make such a fool of yourself.

Miguel handed you back your purse. "Of course," he answers coolly, taking his son's hand in his. "I'll take care of it, Hermosa." He winked at you and they walked back in line waiting to get the tickets. You were so grateful for your husband at that moment. You gave your husband a small nod of gratitude as he took care of the situation. You were so grateful for his patient and calm demeanor. He was always so caring and so loving, and you were so lucky to have him. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you felt so much better now that the situation was taken care of. You couldn't wait to get inside and to explore the aquarium with your son and your husband.

You took a deep breath and started to compose yourself. You knew that the pregnancy hormones were playing a part in your emotions, but you still felt embarrassed and ashamed. You needed to shake it off and move on. You just needed a moment to get back to your usual self. You washed your face and splashed water on your neck and cheeks. You took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. You weren't going to let this ruin your day. You were going to move on and enjoy the rest of your time with your son and your husband.

Once you feel better you walk out of the restroom. And you saw your husband and child at the front of the line. You couldn't help but rub your eyes from the sore sight in front of you. The young lady you were talking to at the admission booth was twirling her hair around her finger and batting her lashes at your husband. The force giggles and the flirtatious looks she served him made her look way more animated than what she was before. You saw the lady give your son a sticker. She flat out ignored the two of you when you were up there and now she was pushing for employee of the month.

You felt a sting of jealousy and hurt as you saw the young lady's behavior towards your husband. She was being so friendly and so flirtatious, and it was clear that she was trying to get his attention. It was frustrating and upsetting to see how she had ignored you and your son but was now being so friendly and so attentive toward your husband. You felt like she was being disrespectful and rude. You wanted to say something, but you kept quiet. You just tried to ignore it and to move past it. You didn't want to make a scene.

You approached the booth your family was standing at. Miguel was the one to take notice of you first, he wrapped an arm around your waist. He kissed the side of your temple affectionately melting away your worries and concerns. Your son held up the back of his Hand showing off his new sticker to you boasting, "I got a Shark Sticker!" "How wonderful," you grinned. And then your eyes set on the woman in front of you and your family. You feel the irritation and the frustration slowly rise. But thankfully your son pulled your thoughts out of your negativity, "Can I have more stickers for my mamí and my baby sister?" He asked looking back at the ticket attendant. She looked between the three of you, "I can get one-" "My sister's in her tummy." He pointed at your white sundress interrupting her mid sentence.

You felt a little embarrassed as your son announced your pregnancy in such a bold and brazen manner. But you also couldn't help but feel a little bit pleased with yourself. Your son was so excited about having a little sister, and you were so happy to have him in your life. His excitement and his innocence brought a smile to your face. You were so grateful for him and for all of the joy he brought into your life. You were so lucky to have him. You just couldn't help but feel a little bit amused and endeared by his openness and his honesty.

The attendant fumbles, flustered dropping the sticker book in front of your group. It must have clicked that the Man standing with his arm around you was your husband. And that you were pregnant by him. You both have matching wedding bands. This is one of those moments where you were grateful for your son's random outbursts. Finally the attendant gives you your tickets crestfallen. You knew that she was feeling disappointed and crushed, and you couldn't help but feel a bit of schadenfreude. You knew that it was a bit petty and immature, but you couldn't help it. You were so upset and you couldn't help but feel a slight bit of delight at her discomfort and her disappointment. You felt like she had been so rude and so condescending towards you earlier, and it was a small bit of revenge to see her have to hand over the tickets to you. You were glad to have your son there with you, and you felt like he had helped turn the situation around with his innocence and his honesty.

"Alright guys let's go check out that new exhibit," Miguel ushers your family unit out onto the floor. Your son takes the lead looking at seahorses with such curiosity and wanderlust. He was struggling to read the description at the side of the tank. You smiled a soft smile as you watched your son as he explored the aquarium. He seemed so full of wonder and curiosity, and it was so enjoyable to watch him take in all of the beautiful fish and water creatures. You loved seeing that look of wonder and joy on his face. It was so precious, and you were so grateful for this opportunity to spend quality time together as a family. You were so excited to explore all the exhibits with your son and to learn about the different kinds of marine life. It was going to be such an amazing and adventurous day.

As the day went on your son has almost explored every exhibit that was there to be discovered sea otters, seahorses, clownfish, you name it. Except for the new shark exhibit. You guys ate lunch there. Your feet were killing you from following the guys around. The baby was kicking away in your tummy being active as well. You took several breaks sitting at the benches. Miguel would join his son in climbing the sea themed playscapes and tunnels, and chasing him around. You would participate in the leisure activities such as coloring the maps they handed out at the activity center, doing puzzles, and so forth.

You were so tired by the end of the day, but you were so happy to see your son having such a good time. You were so grateful to see him enjoying himself and to see him having such a fun and amazing day. You were so happy to see your husband playing with your son and spending so much time with him. It was so beautiful to see the two of them together. You just couldn't help but feel a little bit overwhelmed with joy. You enjoyed every moment of the day, and you were so grateful for the opportunity to spend time with your family.

And finally you guys made it to the grand opening of the shark exhibit which was crowded and packed with curious and excited faces. The aquarium keepers unveil the giant glass exhibit behind them revealing nurse sharks coexisting with the other fish. Your little boy was cheering and smiling his butt off. They passed out shark teeth necklaces out to the kids and shared facts about the sea creature. Miguel chuckled but you rolled your eyes as your kid tried to milk the system asking for an extra necklace for his baby sister who wasn't even born yet.

You were so proud of him and of his enthusiasm. You just couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy as you watched him. He was so filled with joy and with wonder, and it warmed your heart to see him in such a state of excitement and happiness. You were just so happy to watch him have such a wonderful day.

You wince frowning, rubbing your stomach, the baby was kicking hard. Either she was going to be joining the soccer team or track team with those legs of hers at that rate. You took a deep breath and rubbed your belly in hopes of calming her down and relieving some of your discomfort. Miguel took notice and mused, "She's been kicking a lot. How are you feeling?" He saw you huff and puff trying to keep up with them the entire day. You were exhausted and now you had the baby acting up inside you.

"I'm a little beat but as long as everyone is enjoying themselves I can't complain." Truth be told You were so tired. The pregnancy had taken so much out of you, and you just couldn't keep up. You were so exhausted and so worn out from all the walking and from trying to keep up with your son and with your husband. You just couldn't keep up anymore. You needed a break. Better yet a nap. You gave your husband a small smile and shrugged as you tried to hide your discomfort and your exhaustion. You didn't want to worry your husband or make him feel concerned or worried. You tried to keep a brave face and a positive attitude as you rubbed your belly and tried to get the baby to settle down. You just hoped that the day would come to an end soon so that you could lay down on the couch and put up your feet. You were so tired and so uncomfortable. But you didn't want to complain or to make a fuss. You just wanted to get through the day.

He saw through your facade though and exaggerated a yawn with a dramatic stretch. "I'm feeling exhausted, Cariña. I think it's time we call it and head back home." Music to your ears. You didn't even know you held your breath as you let out a sigh of relief. "I don't want to go home!" The boy cried rubbing at his eyes. "We've been here long enough Mijo," Your partner spoke tenderly to the small version of himself, "Look you're tired, too." He didn't like that at all and just went through an absolute meltdown of crying and attempted to throw himself on the floor.

You watched as your son went into a small tantrum, and your own exhaustion just increased. A small part of you just wanted to scoop him up and to give him a hug and coddle him and try to comfort him. But a much larger part of you just wanted to get home and to put your feet up and to rest. You were so tired, and you just couldn't handle the stress of the situation anymore. Your husband was right. It was time to go home. You just wanted to go home and to go to bed. You just wanted to lie down and to get some rest.

"Mamí, I don't want to go home," he wailed, hugging you, "Tell Papí no," He definitely knew how to pull your heartstrings. "Papas we can come back another time." You lifted up his little chin to look at you, "Your sister is kicking a lot. We'll do another activity together, next time." "That's going to be forever. Papís always gone." He shouted.

You felt bad as your son clung to you and as he cried and protested against going home. You hated to see him so upset and so sad. You hated the thought of upsetting him or making him so miserable and unhappy. But you were so exhausted and so worn out that you couldn't handle it anymore. You needed to get home and to get some rest. You needed to put your feet up and to get some sleep. You just couldn't handle it anymore. Your hands were tied. You knew that it was best if you just went home and got some rest.

"That's enough," you spoke sharply. That grabbed the attention of both your boys, never hearing you speak in that manner before. Miguel's arms crossed intrigued and an amused smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Your husband felt aroused watching you put your foot down with the little menace. Your son immediately hushes up with a big trembling bottom lip. "It's final. Let's go." He bowed his head all sad and followed you both out. Miguel brought the car around and drove everyone home.

You hated having to be so stern and so harsh with your son. You hated having to be so firm and so blunt. You hated the thought of having to be so strict. But you couldn't handle the situation any more. You hated the feeling of having to be the bad guy and to be the one who had to put her foot down. You wanted to be the nice mom and to let your son do whatever he wanted and to give in to his every whim. But you knew that you couldn't anymore. You had to put your foot down and to set some boundaries.

Miguel looks at the rearview mirror and snickers, "He's out cold." The drive home was very quiet. You're relieved to be off your feet but you were still uncomfortable. Your little baby girl was kicking away. "She's still kicking. I don't know why she's so fussy." You groaned. "That one probably needs a nap too." Miguel joked. "I want a nap but she won't let me sleep." You grumbled.

You let out a weary sigh of exhaustion. You were so tired and so worn out. You wanted to just lie down and to get some rest and to put your feet up. You hated the feeling of exhaustion. You felt like you were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. You just wanted to lie down and to get some sleep. You felt like you were on the verge of crashing. You wanted to have a moment to recover and to collect yourself. You just wanted to rest.

Finally you guys arrived home. Miguel scooped up his son and carried him inside. You followed way behind and locked the front door behind you. The soft, cozy feeling of the couch was heaven to your sore and tired body. You were exhausted, but you were grateful for the opportunity to rest and relax for a moment. You kicked off your shoes and curled up in the comfy couch, sinking into the soft leather. You let out a satisfied yawn as you settled into the couch, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. You were just grateful to be able to rest and to be able to put your feet up for a moment. You closed your eyes and let out another satisfying gasp of pleasure as you let the couch cocoon you.

And what do you know the baby started to kick harder this time. You groaned Talking to your baby bump, "you're not going to let me sleep are you?" Miguel walks to the living room listening to you talk to your future daughter. "We've got one down." He points his thumb to the direction of where the son's room was. "And two to go "

You let out a laugh at his words, and you couldn't help but smile at the knowledge that your baby was moving and growing. You were filled with joy and excitement at the thought of your baby, and you couldn't help but talk to your belly as if your baby could understand what you were saying. You were eager to meet your little one, and you couldn't wait for the day you would finally get to hold your child. Miguel's presence brought you a sense of comfort and reassurance, and you were grateful for the company and the support.

The large muscular Hispanic man slips behind you. You moved, wiggled, and scooted around attempting to accommodate him while being between his legs and on his lap. He snaked his arms around you and made you recline back on his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath brushing against your ear. The sofa was nice but Miguel was better. He placed his huge rough hands overlapping yours soft ones that rested on your stomach. "Niña quit giving your Mamí a hard time." (Girl)

You were instantly relaxed by Miguel's embrace, and you couldn't help but smile at his words. You felt safe and secure in his arms, and you were glad to be resting on him. You looked up at him, his muscular arms cradling you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness. You were happy to have him in your life, and you were grateful for all that he did for you. You wanted nothing more than to feel loved and cared for, and for the moment, you felt that you truly were.

The baby kicked back and you groaned, tossing your head back. "That's her?" His eyes widen In surprise from the force of her kick.

"She's a feisty one, isn't she?" you giggle, enjoying the feeling of your child kicking and moving inside of you. You were filled with joy and excitement at the thought of your little one, and you couldn't wait to meet her. You were eager to hold her and to watch her grow. You were determined to be the best mother you could be, and you were determined to give her the best possible life. You already loved her so much, and you couldn't wait to be able to spoil her and to shower her with love and affection. Most importantly you couldn't wait to sleep again once she's out.

"Maybe you should use your Stern mom voice?" He playfully suggested, "it worked on the other one maybe it'll work on her?" You laughed and winced as she kicked back at his response. "I felt so awful when I scolded him. You don't think I was hard on him do you?" you asked as you reminisced about the events that took place at the aquarium involving your son's manipulative tantrums.

"Trust me you weren't hard on him," he replied firmly. "He needed to be put in his place. He can be really manipulative sometimes, and he has to learn that sort of behavior isn't acceptable." Miguel gave you a firm look as he spoke, making sure you understand that he's serious about this. He's not going to stand for any more manipulative behavior from your kid. "You have to draw the line somewhere," he continued, "and he needs to know better. He needs to learn that actions have consequences and that he can't always get what he wants. You did really well with him."

He gave you praise and you glowed from it. "Well you do something about your daughter then," you lightly jested, attempting to lighten the mood some. "I'm surprised she's kicking that hard." He commented in disbelief his hands roam around your belly following her kicks.``I'm not she always keeps me up at night which is why I've been having a hard time sleeping," You confessed to your husband.

"My goodness," Miguel exclaimed, surprised by the strength of the kick. "She's certainly growing strong, isn't she?" He gave you a smile, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement at the thought of your daughter. He was glad that your daughter already seemed so feisty and energetic. He was eager to meet her and to spend time with her. He was determined to be the best father he could be, and he was determined to do everything in his power to make sure that your kids had the best life possible.

"I have an idea on helping her sleep," he slyly whispers into your ear. His hands slipped under your white sundress rubbing up your stomach, he moved dangerously close to your breasts. "I'm open to suggestions, Love," you moaned lightly from his teasing touches.

"We'll rock her to sleep," he smirked. You were slightly taken aback by Miguel's suggestion, but you couldn't help but be intrigued by the idea. You wanted your daughter to get some rest and to be comfortable, and you were willing to try anything that might help. You were grateful for the affection and attention Miguel was giving you, and you were eager to explore any ideas that might help your daughter be more comfortable. You let out a moan of pleasure as Miguel's hands roamed up your stomach, his teasing touch stirring a spark of excitement within you.

You couldn't help but let out a small gasp as Miguel's kisses sent shivers down your spine. You were filled with desire and passion, and you couldn't deny that this was one of the best ways to help you wind down and relax. You were grateful for the attention and affection Miguel was showing you, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of love and excitement as he kissed you. You were eager to see where this would all lead, and you couldn't help but grind yourself against him, feeling the need and desire build inside of you. "Like this?" You said softly.

He unbuttoned his pants and freed his hardened member. "Something like this," he tugged your panties to the side. And strokes his hefty cock along your wet drenched folds. He collected your nectar using it to lubricate his length. "Is that why you got me this sundress?" You moaned as one of his hands latched on to your hip. "Mi Amor I could fuck you all day in those dresses," (My love) You couldn't help but grin as Miguel's voice whispered into your ear, sending more shivers down your spine. You were filled with desire as the sensation spread through you, and you couldn't help but move closer to Miguel. You wanted to feel his lips on yours, and you were eager to feel the passion and desire built between you. You were eager to see where this would all lead, and you couldn't help but lean closer to Miguel, feeling the heat and passion between you grow. You were filled with desire and excitement, and you couldn't help but let out a small groan of pleasure.

You turned your head to the side and locked your lips with his thick ones. He manages to slip his tongue in lazily exploring your mouth. Tongues twirl and dance around each other. He massages your pink muscle with his. He reached between your legs and angled his cock near your entrance. When Miguel slid his fingers between your legs, you couldn't help but moan, feeling the heat and excitement build within you. You wanted nothing more than to surrender to the passion and excitement that was growing between you both. He started with the big angry tip that was leaking so much precum and inches his way in. You let out a satisfied groan as Miguel's kisses sent tingles down your spine. You were filled with desire and passion, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as Miguel's lips explored yours. You eagerly returned his kisses, swirling your tongue around his and feeling a surge of pleasure as you embraced the intimacy of the moment. The warmth of his touch made you feel safe and secure, and you were filled with a sense of contentment and joy.

Inch by inch his cock slowly filled you up. An audible moan filled the living room as your pussy clenches him, sucking him in deeper. "Shh," he warned, "We don't want to wake him up." You whimpered loudly as he bottomed out inside you balls pressed tight up against your soaked entrance, "But you feel s'good!" It was the way you said it that had a grip on his cock and soul. His ears perk up, "Ah, Si?" (Oh, yes?)He felt your juice leak further down on to his balls. He growled, giving you a few experimental thrusts, "Te gusta?" (You like that?) "Fuck yes," You were very mouthy and noisier than usual and he liked it. However, "We can't do it here," he sighed frustrated, attempting to pull out from your warm. The last thing he wanted to do was traumatize the only child in this household. He didn't need to see such obscene Acts. It wasn't right. You brought your hips back down, resisting and greedily resheathing him back inside. He grits his teeth and snarls,"Amor," He throws his head back as your hands grab his forearms to balance yourself. "I can't help it, you just feel so good." You whimpered lightly bouncing on his length. "You feel s'good." Each bounce you made sure He was all the way in because that's the way you like it . He loved feeling your whole weight on his pelvis. You felt incredible. He messily ruts up meeting your tight cunt as you came down. Chocolate dark eyes were entranced by the way you two met. The loud sound of skin colliding against each other could be heard through the living room. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to fuck like savages.

When you came down you left him hilted. A small smile forms on your lips as you tilt your head to the right to kiss him. You felt your heart start to pound as Miguel's lips crashed against yours, and you couldn't help but feel the rush of excitement that washed over you. You couldn't help but moan as Miguel's tongue met yours. The sensation was incredible, and you were filled with a surge of desire and passion. You wanted more, and you couldn't help but lean into the kiss, eagerly reciprocating Miguel's passion and energy. You felt a strong sense of connection and intimacy, and you were eager to continue exploring this moment together. Miguel's kisses were intoxicating, and you were filled with a sense of desire and excitement. It took a lot of self control on your husband's part not to get too carried away. Especially, since you tried to manipulate him by seducing him into fucking you, when he told you not here. Well at least tried to. You were disobedient and stubborn and he was going to have to do something about that. He moved to gripped both sides of your hips and pulled you off of his dick. You blinked, confused, the superhuman felt your juices drip on his cock. "Bedroom. Now." He ordered smacking your ass. You almost had him completely submitted to you at least that's what you thought.

"I want you now." You murmured resisting his grip. It was a failed attempt; he was ridiculously strong. "Just you wait," he threatened with a dangerous asymmetrical smirk. "Get your ass moving, ahora mismo." Your legs are shaking from the heated session you experienced. You quickly pull down the hem of your sundress, fixing yourself. He quickly gets up and tucks his cock back into his jeans hoisting them up. He guides you back to your intimate quarters, careful to make sure you don't stumble from the tremors in your legs. Walking by your son's room, Miguel peeks into the small room. The child's breath was slow and steady. He was still sound asleep and Miguel was relieved.

You let out a small giggle as the both of you headed over to the bedroom. You were so excited and so giddy with anticipation and you just couldn't help it.Your husband's words were like fire to your soul. The way he spoke was so demanding and so firm and so commanding. It sent a shiver of excitement down your spine. You loved the way he took control and took charge of the situation. You loved the way he ordered you around. You loved the way he acted in such a dominant and masculine way. You found his power and his control to be so intoxicating and so irresistible.

"I don't know why this family can't do the simple things." He expressed discontent, rolling his shoulders, "my unborn daughter keeps my wife awake at night , my son is messy and moody, and my beautiful wife is horny and doesn't know when to behave herself."

Miguel removed his burgundy tight fitting long sleeves exposing his beautiful chest.

You let out a giggle at Miguel's words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement and delight. You were glad that Miguel was able to take all the chaos of your family life in stride. You were filled with a sense of love and affection for your husband, and you were glad that he was able to see the humor in things. You were grateful for his sense of humor and his ability to make you laugh. "I'm glad you think I'm being funny," he deadpans, eyeballing you, "Hermosa, Pick a number from 7 to 14 for me." (Beautiful)

You give your husband a confused look as he asks you to pick a number from 7 to 14. You weren't quite sure what he was getting at, but you decided to just play along. You were curious and intrigued, and you wanted to see where he was going with this. You picked a number at random. "10?" you said, unsure if that was the correct answer.

"Ok," is all he says and "Get in bed,"

You do as you're told and you crawl in bed. The feral sex god that you were all too familiar with was half dressed. You on the other hand still had the White sundress on. You looked at him expectantly but also very confused, unsure of what you're supposed to be doing. He gave another order, "Get on all fours for me." Oh and did you get on your hands and knees for him. He had you facing his waist with the apparent dent in his jeans.

You were so confused. What was your husband getting at? What did he want from you? Why was he asking you to do these things? You had no idea why he was being so mysterious and so cryptic. You were so lost and so confused. But you were also intrigued and curious to see what he was up to. So you obeyed his orders and you got on your hands and knees for him. You did as you were told. You waited for him to explain himself and to tell you what he wanted from you.

He unbuttons his pants and unzips his zipper. You could hardly contain your excitement and desire as you watched Miguel undress before you. With every unbuttoned button and unzipped zip, your anticipation grew. His hefty length springs out to greet you properly this time. You mouth waters at the sight in front of you. His cock was heavy and perfectly decorated in thick veins. Whenever he's inside you the veins would rub just perfectly against all your sweet spots. When he laid on his back it would go past his belly button. You certainly hit the lottery with this gentleman. You were filled with desire as you gazed upon his perfect appendage, and you were eager to explore. You were eager to see what he had in store for you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and desire.

He massages your back using those long fingers to get the right spots. He started at the top of your shoulders kneading small circles into your back then down to the middle. You let out a soft moan as Miguel began to massage your back, working out the tension and stress with his skilled hands. The sensation was amazing, and you felt your body begin to relax and release as Miguel worked his magic. You were content to let Miguel take care of you in this way, and you felt a sense of love and gratitude towards him. And then he finally grabs your ass kneading it away like dough.

You let out a startled cry as Miguel's hand suddenly smacked against your ass. The impact was sudden and intense, and you were filled with a surge of shock and surprise. You looked over at Miguel in disbelief, your body still thrumming with the sensation. You were unsure of how to react, and you were filled with a sense of uncertainty and shock. You weren't expecting this from Miguel, and you were at a loss for words as you struggled to process what had just happened. "That's one, Cariña" (Darling)He says as he rubs his palm over your warm heating ass cheek. He took away the sting as you moaned in his touch.

You let out a loud yelp as Miguel's hand struck your other ass cheek with the same amount of force, the impact even more startling than the first time. You were filled with a surge of pain and surprise, and you were unsure of what to do or how to react. You were shaking with nerves and confusion, and you weren't sure how to handle the situation. You were filled with a sense of uncertainty and fear, and you didn't know what Miguel was going to do next. "That's two, Good Girl," He breathes, watching you.

You let out a soft whimper as Miguel roughly grabbed hold of your hair, pulling your face closer to his groin. You felt the wetness of his pre-cum on your lips, and you hesitantly opened your eyes, trying to focus on what was happening. You were nervous and uncertain, but you felt a twinge of arousal as well. You let your mind go blank, allowing yourself to simply exist in the moment. You felt Miguel's powerful hand holding the back of your head, guiding you as you bobbed and drooled on his cock. You were filled with a sense of curiosity and excitement, wondering what would come next.

You let out a soft moan as Miguel repeated the same method, massaging your ass cheek before striking it once more. The intensity and power were nowhere near as strong as they were before, but there was an underlying tenderness to Miguel's actions. You could feel the contrast between the firm strikes and the soothing massages, and you were filled with a mix of excitement and comfort.

Your eyes widened in alarm as Miguel forced the entire length of his cock down your throat, causing you to gag and choke. The pressure was immense, and you could feel the bruising sensation in your throat. Despite the discomfort, you were filled with a sense of passion and neediness as you continued to allow yourself to be fully consumed by Miguel's desires. Each strike of his cock against your throat heightened your arousal, "You really want to show our son que sucia y cochina estas?" (How Nasty and dirty you are?) he smirks listening to you gag out a bunch of "nos" and "sorrys"

The sudden smacks on your ass had taken you by surprise, and you felt a mixture of pleasure and pain. As he continued to alternate between firm strikes and soothing massages, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of passion and chemistry between the two of you. Each strike seemed to heighten your sensitivity, while each massage provided a sense of comfort and tenderness. With every hit, you found yourself yearning for more, eager to explore the depths of your desires and the boundaries of your own limits. "Mi Vida, you've made it to ten" he lifted your chin making you look into his eyes. He was planning to reward you with a good through dicking. You had tears running down your face. Your cock drunk face was exactly what he was looking for. "Next time you pull a stunt like that I won't fuck you for a week." It was a threat and a promise. "I'm sorry," you babbled sobbing, "I really wanted you."

You sit up on your knees placing your small hands on his chest. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, lay down." He redirects you.

He crawls in bed with you kicking off the jeans. He guides you over to him and lays you on your left side spooning your tiny figure. His right knee wedges in between your legs getting it wet in your arousal. Miguel's words sent a rush of excitement through you, and you felt a strong sense of desire and passion as you crawled into bed with him. You were glad that he had taken the lead, and you let yourself be guided by his instructions as you laid down in the position he had selected for you. "Hermosa, I'm gonna help you, now," (Beautiful) he purred in your ear, "Let's put her to sleep. So you can get a good night's rest, si?" (Yes?) He slips in your sopping wet pussy with ease. Your gummy walls took him in. His girthy cock fills you up, his thick veins rub against your all sweet spots.

You groaned softly as you felt Miguel's movements against your body, and you couldn't help but arch your back slightly to increase the friction. You moaned softly, feeling the waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. Your right hand reaches over for his toned ass, pulling him closer to you as you enjoy the moment. With each thrust, you could feel the connection between you both grow stronger, and you hoped that this amazing sensation would never end.

He reaches over In Front of your dress tugging it down. Your breasts spill out on display. Taking a handful of your breast gives it a delicious squeeze. The Man pounding you had a bunch of favorite things you liked about your pregnancy. Your hormonal surges when it comes to sex. One minute you were a saint and the next you were abandoned by the church for having sinful desires. He loved letting everybody know that he knocked you up, the best part was he didn't have to say anything about it. When you would visit him at work dropping off lunch; you two would gravitate towards each other. And the people who would see your belly and your interaction would just know that you belonged to him. You took the hard edge off of him at work which a lot of people noticed, but they would rather die not commenting on it to his face. The best part was in his opinion knowing that he filled you up to the brim and you finally took to him. Your body finally accepts him for him. And he would do it over and over again till he had his dream number of kids.

"You're so fucking needy, Mi Amor," (my love) he huffs rutting his hips into you. Your pussy just leaked and leaked as he rocked you both with his thrusts. "Te lo voy a dar," (I'm gonna give it to you) he warns you. You could feel your body reacting to his movements and to his touch. You could feel the waves of pleasure washing over you, and you could feel the fire building inside of you. You could feel the connection between the two of you deepening and growing stronger, and you hoped that this amazing sensation would never end. You wanted to keep feeling this way, and you wanted to keep feeling the waves of pleasure that were running through you. You wanted this moment to last forever. You didn't want this to ever end. His hand abandoned your tit and securely wrapped it around your neck. He felt your full squishy core begin to throb giving tell tell signs of an orgasm as he pounds harder. "I'm gonna help you put her to sleep," he growls, "Just like this, Así, así, así…" (like that, like that, like that..) his heavy breeder balls draw up as your puss clamps down hard on him. "Dámelo." (Give it to me)He orders and loses himself pounding away. The grip on your neck tightens, cutting off the blood flow just enough to give you that high you oh-so-deserved. The way you clenched him sends a sensation down to his spine to where he fucking loses it. Your pussy was his undoing. He cums violently inside you, spilling and filling you with everything he has. "Es mia. Toda mia." (You're mine. All mine.) He declares possessively as he listens to your choked moans that he controlled. He gave you short shallow pumps making sure you both rode out your orgasms. He remained nestled in your warmth, his forehead resting against the nape of your neck. He slipped his hand under your sundress and splays it over your belly. Very sure that the baby would sleep now.

"Ves?" (See?) He confidently announced.

You could feel a sharp kick in your belly, and you felt your heart sink. You felt the baby kick like that seemed to be her way of telling your husband that she was not going to sleep. You gave your husband a sharp look as you tried to keep as still and as quiet as possible so as to not agitate or to disturb the baby. You hoped that the baby would calm down and would go to sleep, but it seemed like the baby was feeling belligerent and stubborn and determined not to cooperate this time. This was not going to be easy.

She sat right on your bladder and you felt the urge to go to the restroom. You wiggle out of the big strong arms that embrace you feeling slightly annoyed with your husband. Miguel reluctantly withdrawals himself from being nestled inside of your core. "A donde Vas?" (Where are you going?)He asks, propping himself up on his arm. "Restroom, she's not having it-" you squeal, rushing to the closet to get to the bathroom.

You were so relieved to make it to the toilet in time, and you felt a wave of instant relief wash over you. You let out a sigh of gratitude as you took care to wipe and clean yourself. "Hermosa," (Beautiful) you see your tall naked husband leaning against the counter from the toilet watching you. "Yes love?" Miguel stood there admiring you, and you could see the love and admiration that he had for you. You were both so comfortable with each other, and you had such a close and intimate relationship. You could feel the warmth and the closeness in the air. This was a special moment for the two of you. A moment of love and affection. But your discomfort and embarrassment still remained. You just wanted to get out of the situation and to get out of the bathroom.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Miguel asked you, and you could see the love and admiration that he had for you in his eyes. You could see the softness in them. He loved the way you looked, and he loved the shape of your body. He loved how feminine and how pregnant you were. He was so proud and so happy with the way you looked, and he was so in love with you. You could see all of this in his look.

You flush red embarrassment obvious in your tone, "Can you give me one moment before you pounce on me."

"Of course, sweetheart," Miguel said, and you could hear the tenderness in his voice. He took a step forward and he held out his help to you. You held his hand and you let him help you up. You could still feel the embarrassment and the awkwardness in the air, but at least this way you could take your time and you could get yourself together before going back to the bedroom. You were so grateful for Miguel's kindness and affection in the moment.

You washed your hands, and you could feel his eyes on you. You knew that he was watching you, and you could feel his gaze on you. He was amused and he was enjoying watching you struggle and focus on a simple task. You could feel his hands sneak around you and you could feel his embrace."Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" He repeats in your ear. You rolled your eyes playfully you knew you were a hot mess. Your breasts hung out in the sundress. Your hair is all messy and disheveled. You turn the water off and find his gaze in the mirror, and arch a brow at him.

"You Really are," Watching him in the mirror. You allowed Miguel to kiss your cheek and to trail more kisses down your neck. You loved the way that Miguel was worshiping you and you loved the way that he was showing his affection and his adoration for you. You loved the way that he was showing his love for his pregnant wife. You allowed him more access to your neck, and you tilted your head to the side so that he could do as he pleased. You felt his large hands ghost over your mounds, and you let out soft moans of pleasure as you felt his warmth against your skin again. You craved more of his touch, and you wanted to feel more of his hands caressing your pregnant body. You clung to him tightly, seeking comfort and security in his loving embrace, and you wanted nothing more than to be held close by him. You watched as his hands moved down to your belly, and you felt a wave of contentment and satisfaction wash over you as he rubbed small circles into your skin. You loved how he took such good care of you, and you appreciated his gentleness and tenderness when it came to handling your pregnancy.

"Put your hands on the counter" he whispered lustfully looking at your reflection. Your heart pounded at the order and you do as you told feeling him pressed up against you from behind.

You were filled with a wave of gratification

and pleasure as Miguel's hands moved down your body, caressing your bare pregnant belly. You loved how he was gentle and tender towards you, and this filled your heart with love and appreciation. You loved how he took such good care of you, and you were filled with a deep sense of contentment and satisfaction as his hands moved across your body. You did as you were asked, placing your hands on the countertop, and you felt the heat of his body pressing up against yours from behind. You were filled with anticipation and excitement, and you knew that something wonderful was about to happen.

He reached out for the lube on the counter, and you heard the sound of the bottle squeaking as he squeezed some of the lubricant out of it. You could tell that he was getting ready to penetrate you, and you were filled with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. You could hear the squishing noise of the lube as he applied it to his cock, and you could almost taste the salty tanginess of his sweaty musky scent. You could feel his hands on your buttocks, and you opened your legs wide to give him better access to your ass. You could feel his fingers probing and poking between your cheeks, and you knew that he was preparing you for what was about to come next. You were excited and aroused, and you were eager to experience the intense pleasure that was coming soon.

"Show me how bad you want it," he rasped. You pushed yourself forward until you felt his wet thumb sink into your tight opening. You began to slowly rock your hips against him, enjoying the sensations of having him inside you. His thumb slid deeper into you, and you could feel every delicious inch of him. The friction created by your movements only increased the intensity of the pleasure you were experiencing.

Your husband Miguel was thrilled watching you enjoy yourself under his dark chocolate eyes. His fingers dug into his cock as he gave it some quick strokes. You groaned unhappily as he pulled his thumb out of your anus, "Miguel." You couldn't help but notice the disappointment in your voice. "Que paso? What did I do?" (What happened ?) He replied in a teasing tone, watching your face scrunch up in discomfort. "Please, please fuck me," you begged, grinding your hips against his hand.

"I thought you wanted me to rock the baby," he teased lightly as he oh so carefully propped the tip of his bulbous head in. You wince and hold your breath as he stretches you out. He pauses as he notices, "Just breathe," he says gently, his dark eyes full of concern. You take a deep breath, trying to relax as he continues to push himself inside you. With each gentle thrust, you can feel the stretch subsiding, and you begin to adjust to his size. As he fills you completely, you exhale deeply, savoring the feeling of being connected to him once again.

"My good girl," he smiles. He was gentle to your surprise. He slowly and carefully fills you up as his pelvis returns to meet your ass. His hand grip securely on your hips enough to avoid leaving bruises. You were filled with a sense of relief as Miguel's patience and gentleness allowed you to adjust to his size. You felt the stretch begin to gradually subside, and you exhaled deeply, savoring the feeling of being connected to him once again. As he filled you completely, you were overcome with a sense of gratitude and pleasure, and you felt yourself relax some more.

Your handsome husband kept the pace slow and sensational. Your eyes closed, relishing how full he made you feel. This was perfect. Not too fast or too slow. His eyes and body were solely devoted to you. Your mouth dropped open making a small 'o' as you allowed your moans to slip out. You arched your back even further, allowing Miguel to penetrate you even deeper. You attempt to quicken the thrusts. But he held you in place by the hips and in pace, "Miguel please," you whined. Your half hooded eyes find his brown eyes in the reflection looking smug. You looked so Pretty and pathetic getting riled up by him. You felt your desire and need for him growing, and you were filled with a sense of urgency and impatience. "We're putting the baby to sleep, Cariña." (Darling) He reminds you a soft chuckle rumbles through his chest. You groaned again when Miguel reminded you of the fact that the two of you were trying to put the baby to sleep. You had almost forgotten, and you felt a small pang of guilt wash over you. You leaned on your elbows as your breasts moved along with his gentle and rhythmic motions. You were filled with a sense of desire and lust, and you could feel your body reacting to Miguel's touch. You wanted to feel more of him, and you hoped that he would give you what you needed to satisfy your growing urge.

A mischievous idea came to you since he was being underwhelming. You couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated by Miguel's gentle lovemaking, and you attempted to provoke him. You yawn dramatically and rest your chin in one of your palms. "Let me know when you're done." You said dully. You wound his ego and pride. He withdraws his cock from taking your ass. "Excuse me?" He looked at you completely flabbergasted. When he withdrew from you, you looked at him with a sly smile, and replied, "Did I stutter? I said 'Let me know when you're done.' Is that better?"

"No,no,no," he said, shaking his head, "I'm not falling for it. You're only acting up for a reaction." His curly hair was a mess sticking to the crown of his forehead. That wrinkle formed when he was annoyed or stressed. You giggled as Miguel saw right through your ploy. You weren't surprised that he had seen through your attempt to provoke him, but you were impressed that he knew exactly what you were doing.

You use this opportunity to pull yourself from his reach. "I'm really tired." You giggled moving away from him. "And I'm ready for bed."

If that's what you wanted from him he'll give it to you willingly. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt Miguel snatch your hair by the fistful and pull you towards his body. You squealed with delight, and you loved the way that he took you by surprise and the way that he played along with the games you two often found yourself engaged in. You were filled with a sense of anticipation and passion, and you couldn't help but feel your body responding to the way that Miguel was touching you. You loved the rush of emotions that this created, and you felt a tingle of excitement running through your body. He kisses you hungrily devouring your breath and your kisses.

He's mindful of the baby bump and drags you back to the bathroom and in Front of the counter and mirror. "If you take your eyes off the mirror. I'll stop everything, me entendistes?" (You understand me?)Your hair bounces adorably with you as you nod, telling him you understand. You understood what Miguel was saying and you knew that you had to play by his rules if you wanted to keep things going. You loved giving in to Miguel's demands and playing these little games with him, and you couldn't help but feel needy wanting him already. You moaned at the sudden thrust of Miguel's body against yours, and you felt your body respond instantly to the sensations that he was creating within you. You loved the intensity of his movements and the way that he drove you wild with his touch. You were wet and needy and you couldn't help but want more of him. You loved the way that he made you feel, and you loved the way that he seemed to know just how to drive you wild. You thanked him for making you feel this way, and you reveled in the feelings that he was evoking within you, "Thank you," you mewled eyes fluttering close. "Nu-uh" he growled, tugging on your locks with his fist, "Keep those eyes open." You did. You tried. You bite into your bottom lip and held in your loud moans. He was making a mess of you and was ecstatic. He pounds into your poor ass at an unforgiving pace and you took it. "So mouthy. And you wonder where our son gets it from." He snaps his hips and balls into you. Your juices and his from him previously spooning you leaks from your cunt and down your legs. He was watching the recoil from your ass savoring every thrust he delivered into you.

The mirror in front of you is a portal to your deepest desires playing out in front of you. You take in every movement with hungry eyes and a throbbing heartbeat. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body until you finally collapse back against him, gasping for air. You see him looking over you and licking his lips. You caught a glimpse of his fangs peeking out in the reflection. You caught a glimpse of his fangs peeking out in the reflection. The two of you were desperate messes. "He gets his attitude from you," you shot back. He's breathing hard and his muscles tense as he pulls you back into the fray. "Yes, but he gets his looks from me." Your cheeks flush as you let out a low moan. He growls softly in your ear, "I know when and how to discipline." He says, reaching over to your bundle of nerves and forcing hard circles into it. Your back arches into him crumbling away.

Your eyes flutter close as he massages your bundle of nerves. Your head rolls back against his shoulder and your hands grip the counter tight. His touch is electric and his voice is hypnotic. You feel yourself losing control, wanting more of him. He bites into your ear, his lips whispering "Keep your eyes open,"

"I can't-" you whimpered.

He leans in close and speaks quietly in your ear, "Keep. Your. Eyes. Open."

You're breathless and gasping for air, but you nod. He eases his touch along your bundle of nerves. His movements slow and become more deliberate. Slowly your eyelids flutter open again.

"That's my good girl," he whispers before biting your neck. You open your eyes even though a part of you wants to close them. The moment he sees you gazing into the mirror. He resumes his assault on your senses. His hand glides over every curve on your body, and he nibbles on your ears as he speaks dirty sweet nothings into them.

You're lost in him. His words of comfort and his touch have you writhing in ecstasy. You feel a release building up in you, and you grip tightly on the counter to keep yourself stable.

Your breath grows shallow and erratic as he brings you past the point of no return. You're moaning and calling his name, pleading with him to give you what you need. Your body is on fire and only he knows the remedy. He knows your body inside and out. You feel his pace quicken and his breathing become heavy. You see him smile at you as he moves faster, his movements aggressive and frantic. You're close to release; your body shaking in euphoria. The cord in his belly that held his primal urges at bay snaps. He growls noisily, swearing away, tossing his head back lost and gone in absolute ecstasy. His fingers land on a sensitive spot and you can't hold back anymore. Seeing him come undone behind you, in that mirror was your downfall. Your body is pulsing and your hips are rocking back into him. Your head rolls back and you're lost in him. You're shaking and your body is convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. He's growling and hissing into your ear, his own body arching in ecstasy. You cry out his name as your body trembles and your eyes roll upward into your head. You release, your whole being shaking with euphoria as he holds you tightly, his weight carefully pressing down on your back.

He pulls out from your ass, which you wince from the sensation, and his cum leaks and spills on the floor. He plants rewarding kisses on your shoulder breathing hard. You're spent and beyond exhausted. Your face was flush and damp. "Good Girl, Hermosa." (Beautiful)

He scoops you up and returns you to bed. Your eyelids were heavy. You snuggle up curling up to your left side. Your muscles relax as you come down from the haze of pleasure. You open your eyes to see Miguel sitting on the edge of the bed with a cold cloth. The rag is a welcome relief to your inflamed body. He places the cloth across your forehead and gently caresses your cheek. His expression is soft and tender, a contrast to the animalistic nature of the moment before. He cleans up the sweat, lube, and cum off your body and gently kisses your forehead. His expression is soft and tender, a contrast to the animalistic nature of the moment before.

"You did good, Cariña." (Darling)he whispers before kissing your forehead and laying down with you. You nestle into his chest and let out a contented sigh, your eyes falling close. You cuddle against him close and let out a content sigh. You feel his arms wrap around you in a gentle embrace. You mumbled, "No love, You did good."

He hums confused, smoothing your hair down with his gentle touch. His other hand resting on your baby bump.

"You put our baby girl to sleep" you say finally drifting off to sleep.

As you drift off to sleep, his voice murmurs softly into your ear, "We did good, mi amor." (My Love) He gently massages your belly with his free hand, silently apologizing to his unborn child for his brute force and roughness. You hold onto him tightly but your grip loosens, by every passing moment and finally you fall asleep.

Your handsome Husband pressed a Loving Kiss to your forehead. A long and loud sigh leaves his mouth. He felt the total exhaustion of today finally catch up to him. From making breakfast with his son, to worshiping you in the shower, and fulfilling his duties as a devoted husband. He's breathing steadily, but there's still a subtle smirk on his face. His eyes are on your sleeping face. He's not falling asleep any time soon. The memory of you gasping and moaning under his touch has him excited and aroused.

"She's going to be a handful, just like you," he whispers. His voice is full of admiration, pride, and love.

He soon falls asleep after you do, his arm draped over your baby bump like some protective barrier between your skin and the rest of the world. His breathing is slow and consistent as he holds you close.

You both drift into a deep sleep.

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oh man i dont know if you already done this, but SHOWERSEX with Nat ;)

18+ content.

(also i apologise for briefly disappearing again. it's bank holiday weekend in the uk and i've been on auntie duty the whole time)

"Well this might be my favourite morning sight."

Natasha has her back turned and doesn't see you come in, and your voice startles her for a brief second before she turns her head towards you, a smirk appearing on her lips complimented by a playful eye-roll.

"Are you gonna join me or are you just going to stand over there and stare at me for twenty minutes?"

You huff a laugh, ridding yourself of everything you're wearing as you make your way over to her.

You slide an arm around her waist and bring your other hand to the side of her neck, pulling her into an ardent kiss immediately. With a quiet whimper against your lips, she pulls you closer to allow you to trap her between yourself and the wall of the shower, slipping a thigh between her legs.

You break the kiss reluctantly, but your mouth finds her nipple instead and her hands fly to your hair, tangling to pull at it a little.

Natasha rolls her neck back, her head resting against the shower wall as your mouth descends down her abdomen with littered kisses. You're on your knees in front of her, and already she's hitched a leg up to rest on your shoulder.

She smirks, rubbing her thumb across your cheek. "Please."

You dart your tongue out to wet your lips, and then pressing them to the inside her thigh. Your fingers dig into pale flesh and you suck the skin of her inner thigh against your teeth, desperate to leave the marks you know she craves.

When your tongue finds her clit, her breath hitches and her grip in your hair tightens, holding you in place. Though, moving is probably the last thing you'd think about doing when you're got your face between her legs.

She's wet, warm, familiar. Your tongue slips over her and she moans lowly in her throat, pulling harder at your hair. You know what she wants, you can read her oh so easily. It's obvious. You catch her eye and refuse to break contact with her. Instead, you move your hand so you can slip a finger, and then two, inside her.

Natasha gasps, her hips meeting you every time you pull your fingers out and push them back into hot, velvety heat and curl. She's getting louder now, the faster your fingers move. The faster your tongue slides over her clit. You feel her clenching around every movement inside her and it makes you lose control, desperate to make her fall apart and watch.

"Don't stop, don't stop, please." Gasping, panting, the grip on your hair, Natasha falls to pieces across your mouth and around your fingers. "Please...fuck. Fuck."

"Good girl." You grin. Another curl of your fingers. Another gasp from Natasha. "My good girl. I want you to give me another."

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow imagine #black widow x reader #black widow #bottom nat #bottom!nat #tag:smut

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Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: Mike has a gift for you.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI!!! fingering, (unprotected) p-in-v showersex. And cat shenanigans, Mike behaving inappropriately around boobs... That kind of stuff.

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If you like this fic, please let me know 🥰 and reblog so that others may see it too! <3

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“Babe, can you grab some eh… Yes, Nyx, you can— Jesus Christ! Babe… Cats. Snacks. Please!” You look over the counter into the living room, where Mike is laying on the couch, covered in — and being screamed at by — his cats. The only one sitting next to him, rather than on top of him, is Sy. Your favorite orange menace is glaring at you, impatiently awaiting your return to the couch.

Nyx leaps off the couch and onto the counter as soon as she hears the drawer that holds her precious treats, Nova lazily taking her place on Mike’s chest. Little Mikey — who is still called that even though the name isn’t exactly apt anymore, because he’s grown so much that he no longer fits in the pockets of Mike’s hoodies, much to his dismay — pokes his head out of Mike’s sweater.

“What is he doing?” you ask, barely able to contain your laughter.

“Being a pain in my ass, as per usual,” Mike sighs. “But the cutest fucking pain in my ass I’ve ever seen, so it’s okay.” Your friends still don’t understand how you were able to make peace with the fact that Mike will never look at you the way he looks at his cats. The simple reason is that you know you’ll never look at Mike the way you look at your cats. You mean… his cats. Right?

Sy jumps you as soon as you sit down, Nyx and little Mikey follow soon after.

“Ow, Mikey, that’s my boob!” There’s honestly no saying which Mikey that remark is aimed at: it could easily have been both of them.

“He takes after me,” Mike says lovingly while he manages to grab a handful of tit while pretending to stroke Little Mikey.

“Hey, Mikey, that’s… Yeah, he does take after you,” you sigh as you try to feed all four cats an equal amount of treats. Mike eventually helps you by pulling Sy and little Mikey away before they can make a play for the last few treats. They’re Nova’s, end of story.

“I don’t like how they walk all over my sweet little baby,” you coo while giving her the head pats she so desperately meows for.

“Oh, yeah,” Mike laughs, “I’ve been meaning to tell you she’s got you fooled, babe.”

“What?” You turn to him — or rather; try to, because Sy lets out a dark meow that sounds more like a growl when he feels you’ve shifted too much.

“Yeah,” he said with a grin, “she’s being a pouty little baby around you, but she can take these fuckers in her sleep. They don’t mess with her when you’re not here.”

You turn to Nova, who is lying on her back in your lap, looking up at you with the biggest, most innocent-looking blue eyes imaginable. It’s obvious: whatever shenanigans are going on here, she hasn’t done anything. Mike laughs when you tell him that.

“Uhuh,” he says, “sure, Sweetcheeks. It’s okay, though! I spoil her too. Look at that little face!” He gently touches her nose with the tip of a finger, and she rewards him for his attention with a gentle, yet very loud purr.

“And how about this little face?” You chuckle under your breath as you gently move Nova off your lap and into Mike’s — Sy just bolts at some point — and nestle into Mike’s side, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Not nearly as cute,” Mike says, but you don’t agree.

“How about you come with me and I’ll show you exactly how cute I think your face is?” you tease. Mike squirms when your cold hand worms its way into his sweater. “Fucking ow, Mikey!” Ten tiny claws have found their way into your hand — apparently the space inside of Mike’s sweater may now only be occupied by (parts of) Mike, little or otherwise.

“Serves you and those icicles you call hands right,” Mike says as he shivers dramatically.

“Well, maybe there’s a way to get me nice and warmed up,” you mutter with your lips pressed against his neck. “Come take a shower with me?”

“But I’m comfortable right here on this couch, with my cats,” Mike moans. You forgive him immediately; it’s not like you’ve never declined some naked quality time with just Mike because you were just too content with Nova purring in your ear.

Luckily for you, Mike has a weakness… “The shower will have significantly more naked boobs than the couch,” you try.

It works — of course it works! Mike is on his feet in seconds, leaving a very offended Nova on the couch, meowing loudly in protest.

“The f-" Mike exclaims as he takes a break from kissing your neck to look at your feet, where something furry brushed past your legs. “Of course.”

It’s Nyx, now soaking wet, of course, and meowing like her life depends on it.

“You did this, dumbass,” Mike grumbles as he picks her up. “Fuckin' wrong kind of wet pussy, dammit.” You barely manage to fight back a chuckle, and Mike blows you a quick kiss when he notices you heard what he said, before taking Nyx out of the shower cabin and wrapping a towel around her.

“Did you forget to close the door?” you ask curiously. He never does – he knows this is the result of that

“Nope,” he sighs, “but I’ve been suspecting for a while that this little monster can open doors. Guess I have my proof now.”

“Is she gonna be okay?” you ask. Nyx didn't sound like she enjoyed being wet much – although she seems to prefer it to being dried off, which she's fighting very actively.

“Yes, she's just being dramatic,” Mike snorts as he finishes towel-drying her. “Besides, this was entirely her fault. Yeah, you. You don't have to go everywhere I go, little weirdo.” She clearly doesn't agree with him.

After tossing the now semi-dry cat into the hallway and locking the door behind him – but not before checking if any of the others have snuck into the bedroom without him noticing – he joins you in the shower again.

“Where were we?” he says, making you laugh as he grabs a handful of boob.

“Right about there,” you chuckle.

Ever since Mike moved out of his parents' house and into his apartment, quickies in the shower practically all the private time you get together – and you both greedily make the most of what little time you get. Nova and little Mikey go absolutely nuts if you don't let them into the room even when – no, especially when – you’re getting it on, and Sy and Nyx are just obnoxiously loud at all times, no matter where you put them.

To add to the insanity, little Mikey has developed a habit of attacking feet. It's easy to guess why that isn't especially conducive to a romantic environment.

Then again, even limited to the shower – or those sporadic moments you decided it was worth wrangling four cats and listening to their complaints through the bedroom door – you have plenty of fun together. Besides, waking up with a snuggly Nova in your arms and Mike behind you with his arms tightly wrapped around you is just about the best feeling in the world.

Second to that feeling, is the exact thing Mike is doing to you right now; gently sucking on your neck while furiously pumping two fingers into you. He’s really gotten good at that.

“Fuck, Mikey, don’t stop,” you mutter. The remark is redundant at this point; he’s got you.

“Yes, victory!” Mike says with a big grin on his face that you kinda, maybe want to slap off, because he’s being impossible. “Now turn around so I can fuck you.”

It’s not an order of any kind, it’s a very directly phrased request born of sheer impatience, as evidenced by the fact that Mike unceremoniously grabs your hips and attempts to turn you around as he speaks.

“Bedroom?” you try, knowing you don’t want to wait, either. It’s that silly voice inside your brain that still tells you you’re a lady (you’re not) and you have to keep a sense of decorum (you don’t) to keep Mike from thinking you’re a slut (he already knows that, and he loves you for it!)

“Nope,” he replies. “Want you. Now.”

Oh. When he puts it like that… You finally give in to his greedy hands, allowing him to turn you to face the wall. When he pushes into you, you clench your fists and let out a loud moan.

“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of you,” Mike groans, pressing his lips to the back of your neck. It’s interesting how he seems to speak your thoughts so often — not that you would go as far as saying the two of you are totally in sync, or anything. God knows that’s impossible with Mikey, who isn’t even in sync with himself. But he’s yours, and you love him, and you can’t help but hope that you’ll indeed never get enough of each other.

He’s patient today, keeping the rhythm of his thrusts slow and steady. That alone would drive you nuts, but it’s the soft kisses to your shoulder and neck that really do you in, and soon you’re begging him for more — faster, harder… anything.

He chuckles. “Let me enjoy this,” he moans into your ear before teasingly nipping at your earlobe, his breath already revealing that he won’t be enjoying this for much longer, anyway. So you concede, your moans echoing off the tiled walls as he keeps his movements slow, deliberate and torturously gentle.

It’s the pressure of his fingers on your breast that eventually betrays him, letting you know he’s struggling — that he’s close, but not quite willing to have this be over yet. He wants to give you more, he always does, but he’s fighting something he can’t hold off forever.

Unsurprisingly, the grunt he lets out when he cums sounds more than a little disappointed, and you grab his arms, wrapping them tightly around you, keeping him as close as humanly possible for a while. You lean your cheek against the cool tiles of the wall, sighing deeply while Mike’s lips explore your neck.

“That was good,” you mutter, making him chuckle.

“That was short,” he replies. Who cares?

“It was great,” you repeat, not prepared to take any of his bullshit.

“Hey Sweetcheeks,” Mike says softly, and you let out a frustrated grunt.

“Five more minutes,” you mumble. There’s no such thing as five more minutes, especially now that the cats know you’re awake.

“I brought you coffee and breakfast.” Mike presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and — as per usual — Nova impatiently headbutts him out of the way. For the first fifteen minutes after waking up, you’re hers. Mike should know that by now.

The breakfast Mike brought you is an avocado and fried egg bagel, which means that eating it is not without risk — especially in bed. Nyx has this annoying obsession with eggs, which she immediately showcases by trying to steal it off your breakfast.

Luckily, Mike quickly provides the cats with their own breakfast, which means you get to eat in peace for a change.

You’re just finishing the last bite when they sprint into the room and jump on the bed. Now, all you have to do is wait for Mike to show up, too, and you can start your favorite part of the weekend; cuddling with Mike and your fur babies until someone can come up with a good reason to get out of bed. Last week it was well past noon when you finally decided you’d spent enough time under the covers. Not that moving to the couch had changed much about your activities. It had only added ‘watching TV’ to the mix — a Christmas movie, and you hadn’t even had to beg Mike to watch it with you; he’d volunteered.

Sy gets comfortable in your lap, while Nova climbs up to stick her face in yours. Nyx curls up next to you, waiting for Mike. That leaves little Mikey, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Odd…

“Baby,” you call to Mike, who you hear rummaging around in the kitchen, “where’s little Mikey?”

“Right here,” Mike says a little while later, when he comes back into the bedroom with his fluffy namesake in his arms.

Mike drops the cat on your stomach, and as soon as you pet him, you notice he’s wearing something around his neck. The cats don’t wear collars, which prompts you to investigate further.

Quickly, you find it’s not a collar; it’s a ribbon, with a note attached to it.

Dear mom, We miss you when you’re away, Always screaming, keeping dad awake. So for his sanity and his sake, Here’s something we would like you to take.

“You wrote me a poem?” you say with a smile before even really looking at what you’re holding in your hands.

Mike shakes his head. “They wrote you the poem, I promise.”

His tone is so serious that you can’t help but burst into laughter. “God, you’re such a dork, I love you!” You can’t help but notice that there’s something different about him this morning. He’s nervous. Fidgety — more than usual, at least. As if this is something way bigger than you realize at the moment.

It’s then that you realize you haven’t even taken a look at what he’s giving you, but as soon as you do…

In the palm of your hand, there’s a key — a house key, to be precise.

“We don’t want you to leave anymore,” Mike whispers as he pulls you firmly against him, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“You’re giving me a key to your place?” you stammer. Somehow, you get the feeling your voice is barely audible over the sound of your heart.

“I mean,” Mike mutters even more nervously than before, “I’m… I’m actually hoping I’m giving you a key to our place.”

With tears in your eyes, you turn your head to look at him. Mike’s hopeful (but terrified) baby blues stare back at you. “You want me to move in?”

“You can think about it… Or, if you’re not ready, that’s—” You raise a hand to get him to shut up, and when that doesn’t work, you kiss him square on the mouth. Hard.

“Yes, Mike. A thousand times yes.”

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Sunday morning desire (smut)

A little quickly one (😏) for you guys

Warnings: showersex, hand action, mature content, 18+

If you don’t let me suck your dick right now I’m gonna to kill myself!

You Woke up by the sun hitting your face, As you opened your eyes, the warmth of the sun enveloped you, spreading a cozy feeling throughout your body. You stretch your arms, relishing in the sensation of the sun's rays on your skin. A smile crept on your face, when the strong arm of your husband surrounded your waist, pulling you close to his chest. You feel the beating of his heart against your back and it fills you with a sense of love and security. He kisses the back of your hair and whispers, "Good morning, baby." You turn around in his embrace and look into his eyes. “Good morning” you leaned into a kiss, As you close your eyes and feel his lips on yours, you get lost in the moment, feeling every sensation and emotion that the kiss elicits. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, deepening the kiss. All worries and thoughts slip away “I gotta shower” you says still lost in the lust, you pushed yourself of him but does not succeed when he pulls in for another passionate kiss. “I love ya stinky ass, you stay here” You chuckled on to his lips, “Elvis, I really gotta go” you peck his lips one more time, before he rolls on to his back, playfully grumbles. "Ohh relax, playboy," you say, teasingly.

The warm water hits your face, washing away any remnants of sleep and refreshing you. You close your eyes and let the water flow over your body, a familiar arm surrounds your waist, by pushing your naked wet back into his chest.

You feel Elvis' warm skin against yours and you lean back into his embrace. He kisses your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and you can feel the heat of desire starting to build again.

"I missed you," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. You turn around in his arms and look into his eyes, feeling the same way. "Cheeky little boy" you say, and you lean in for another kiss.

You feel his dick against your belly, getting harder for each second.

He starts kissing along your jaw, finding the spot you desire the most. You close your eyes, feeling the sensations that his kisses bring. Your heart races as he finds that sensitive spot on your neck and nibbles gently, sending shivers down your spine, letting small moans out in the shower. Your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. Your hands gently move down where he needs you the most.

Your hand carefully wraps around his hard dick, slowly stroking it underneath the hot water. The feeling of your hand and the sensation of the water drops on his sensitive head, makes him groan out. “Oh Baby” you shut him up by kissing him deeply, continuing the kiss along his jaw, feeling the stubble tickle your lips.

You feel his dick twitching in between your hands, “nah ah, not yet” you teasingly whisper, making him buckle his hips against your hand.

“Baby let be inside you”, Elvis pants out, his voice filled with desire and longing.

“Ohhh are my little playboy, begging for me” you tease, smiling as you pull away from the kiss.

“Please” he moan out, when your thumb presses down against his head, wiping away the precum.

"Please what?" you ask, your voice low and filled with amusement.

"Please don't stop," Elvis moans out, his voice filled with need and desire. "I need you."

You smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. He lifts you up against the cold glass, your legs surrounding his hips.

He lines himself up with your entrance, not letting you adjust one bit to him.

You moan out his name, by the shock and pleas of him filling you. Your arms surrounds his neck making you push yourself closer to him.

His thrust are hard and deep, pressing the one desired spot inside you every time.

You already feel the pressure build up inside you, his hand underneath you, slowly travels over to your throbbing cunt. Messaging the sensitive clit, your nails digging into the skin of the back of his neck, he hiss at the feeling.

His pace speeds up, while deepening “oh gosh, Elvis I’m gonna come” you mumble against his chest

“Come on baby, come on my cock” he said while feeling the walls of you clench around him, tightening the grip of his hands in between your fingers. You threw your head back against the glass, moaning and panting out loudly.

The sounds and feeling is enough to send him over the edge, he groans before he fills you up with his cum, your walls milking the last bit of him. “Oh gosh baby, you’re so good!” he gently laid a kiss on your mouth, slowly settling you down.

The sensation of your high has still not worn off, making it hard to stand.

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Alright, Yous asked for this - PART ONE

Here is the full list of all my active WIPs:

Warning: My WIPs will occationally feature RPF / RPS or incest/crackships

Priest Masema Longfic - God's Wonders Pagan!Reader x Priest!Masema. Masema goes to great lengths to convince Reader of his faith, but also does everything God has forbidden. Turns a bit culty and toxic. Masema is basically touch/love starved and eats up every morsel Reader gives him.

Ray Merrimen Fic Probably gona be three or so chapters, about Reader having been in love with Ray for her entire conscious life, being on and off with him, reminiscing and eventually having his baby.

Two Plus Two For my GF, it's smutty, it is Gerry Butler and Pablo Schreiber and the two of us. Nothing to see here, move on.

New Years Resolutions - DJ Sihtric New Years smut, Sihtric having you in the DJ booth at the NYE party.

Everything is a Fight with Me Jay Kulina Smut, mommy kink, dom!reader.

By The Grace Gods - American Gods Fix It Fic Lame self insert, bc I don't want Sweeney to have died. Chapter One; I meet and shack up with a certain well beloved Leprechaun.

Cassa Nova's Silver Lining - Chapter 3 Chapter Three of my Napoleon Solo Arranged Marriage fic. You are still on the fence about Leon, but have a wedding to prep for.

Bodyguard Sihtric - Only You - Longfic Sihtric is your bodyguard and you really want to make him fuck you. Odd Dom-Sub dynamic and a lot of tension.

At Your Altar - Modern Cultist Unhinged Toxic Masema Longfic Reader is a trust fu baby, Masema a personal trainer. Masema is convinced reader is a Goddess reincarnated and goes full unhinged.

Puppy Boy - Animal Shelter Sihtric Long Fic Second Chapter of my needy subby slow burn autistic cutie pie Sihtric fic. Sihtric is falling in love with you and will use every excuse to see you. He is being disgusting about you and Finan gets a bit fed up with it.

Free Use - Sub Sihtric Does what it says on the tin, Sihtric being free use to reader.

I can handle you. Nyneave and Lan engage in some rough bedroom activities.

Free Use - Lukas Nowak Reader being free use to Lukas

Heir!Sihtric Arranged marriage-ish. Heir!Sihtric and reader get too know each other the quick way.

Between Them [Finan x Sihtric x Reader] Bard!Reader gets a bit more than she bargained for when she finds herself between a Dane and an Irishamn.

Werewolf!Sihtric - Do I have to teach you? Alpha!Werewolf!Reader x Newly Bitten Wolfie!Sihtric. Puppy boy has no idea what he is doing and is looking for a place to belong, which you gladly provide him with.

Caught In The Middle Sihtric x Reader x Masema. You just can't seem to tear yourself away from Masema, even though he is a toxic asshole. But then you meet Sihtric and nothing else seems to matter.

Undercover Life - Masema During the time in Falme, Masema poses as a Soldier, coming home to you.

Two Versions of Showersex Two for one smut, one with subby Sihtric and one with dommy Sihtric.

Tied Up Brat - Sihtric Some bondage with Sihtirc being bratty.

Doggy Style - Masema Does what it says on the tin, Masema fucking you Doggy.

Riding Masema Doing it cowgirl with Masema

Missionary - Masema Well duh...

DJ Sihtric Longfic - Ch 2 Sihtric takes you out on a date and things end up in your bed.

Sweetheart Prompt #12 Secret little nugget featuring the one and only Mr F.

A Language I Don't Speak [Credence x Aberforth] Credence has no idea how to recieve love and Aberforth sorta forgot how to give it. Fuck ups ensue. TW: Incest

Dojo Owner Masema A modern verse Masema having reader on the work out matt.

Marked - Cain El-Adam Some SCP 073 smut I have no true aim with yet.

Taunting Sihtric "You get so horny, it's cute." With Sihtric.

Taunting Finan "You get so horny, it's cute." With Finan.

Taunting Osferth "You get so horny, it's cute." With Osferth

Taunting Uhtred "You get so horny, it's cute." With Uhred.

Blind for me - Bassist Sihtric You are set up on a blind date with Bassist!Sihtric and it goes a little too well.

Some Voyeurism, Bc I am evil Some post partum sexy time with Mr F, bc I do this for me.

Lordly [Lord!Sihtric] Sihtric as Lord of Dunholm, hoping to find a new wife in reader. No true plot, just smut.

This is the honeymoon [Modern!Sihtric] Honeymoon night smut

Race Me [Underground Racer!Sihtric] Underground racer Sihtric picks up reader after she is harassed by members of a rivalling 'team' and takes her home for some extra curiculars.

Home at last [Soldier!Sihtric] Your husband is home from war and he is here to fuck you.

Pitter Patter Paws [Animal Shelter Sihtric] More subby desperate animal shelter Sihtric BS, just a smut this time.

Flashing Light [Model!Sihtric] Model Sihtric hooking up with photographer reader.

Marching a Band [Bebban Boys Poly Shit] Poly Band!Pretty Boys x Manager Reader, pure smut.

Drinks on me [Bartender Sihtric] Bartender Sihtric x Waitress reader, smut af!

Baby It's Cold Outside [Jotun!Sihtric] Jotun!Sihtric smut I have no aim with yet.

Make it up to me [Cagefighter Sihtric] Requested make up sex with Cagefighter Sihtric.

Dance with the Devil [Demon!Sihtric] Reader comes home to roomies summoning a demon, Sihtric, who ends up fucking reader rather than roomies, as intended.

Slipping Off The Racetracks [Motor Racer!Sihtric] Smut without plot about reader and Motor Racer!Sihtric

Bad Wrong Vampire Sihtric Just vampire Sihtric being bad wrong for reader, with smut as the main course

Rebounding [Modern!Sihtric] He got he arse dumped and comes back to you.

THEY WERE ROOMMATES [Cagefighter!Sihtric] OH MY GODS THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Lawless [Police!Sihtric] Police!Sihtric x Witness!Reader doing things they were not supposed to do.

All Mine [Dom Modern!Sihtric] Smutty smut with dom Sihtric

Bend for Me [Gym Instructor!Sihtric] Sex as a work out, plain ol' smut.

Lace and Leather [BDSM Club!Sihtric] Switch Sihtric helps readr explore what she likes

Bound to You [Tatted Pierced Collared Modern!Sihtric] Veyr subby Sihtric smut.

More of Your Magic [Hunter Sihtric] Basically SPN AU smut

Wana be a Step Dad [Modern!Sihtric] Single Mom!Reader gets too close too quickly with Modern!Sihtric.

Flintwood - Not At All Marcus Flint x Oliver Wood, post war smut

Pop That Melon! Arnas F Arnas popping a melon with his thighs and reader cleaning him up.

Modern! Omega! Sihtric! - I Need a Hero Omega Sihtric is desperate for a mate and reader is just the right Alpha for the job.

Shadows and Storms on the Horizon SCP longfic abt me and my gf

#This is probably going to have to be a three part post fam #here is the first 60