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rebelfell · 4 months

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multiples.

eddie munson x fem!reader

“Multiple? Multiple what?”

cw: smut blurb about eddie making sure you arrive properly. ref to period pain, fingering, oral (m & f receiving)

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Eddie has a problem.

No, no, no—not a problem. That makes it sound like there was some issue he had to resolve or a task he had to complete. This is more delicate than that. A conundrum, maybe? A dilemma? Whatever he called it, it had consumed him for weeks now. And it boiled down to one thing:

He was pretty sure you weren’t coming.

At first, it was difficult to put a finger on what exactly was throwing him off.

When the two of you got together, he was thrilled. Like, running through the streets naked, jumping on top of moving cars, Wilhelm screaming, over the goddamn moon kind of thrilled. He’d been into you since forever and had always felt totally comfortable around you. You were hilarious and cool and probably definitely the smartest person he knew, easy—not that the rest of his friends were like Rhodes scholars or anything.

Still, it kind of blew him away that someone like you was actually interested in him.

The longer you saw one another and the closer you got, he only liked you more and more. Then you guys started doing stuff and he sort of kind of lost his fucking mind. He’d never been with a person that felt so much like home; someone he felt like he could spend forever with, if you’d only have him. And the sex was…unbelievable.

You let your bodies have long, in-depth conversations that lasted into the night and then picked right back up again in the early morning. He hadn’t ruined this many sets of sheets since he was a snot-nosed pre-teen first discovering the loving embrace of his own fist. But as the fog of your initial sex haze dissipated, he couldn’t shake this one thought that kept coming back.

He didn’t want to toot his own horn or anything, but Eddie had it on pretty good authority he was above average when it came to making girls arrive. And with you…

Well, it was just different.

You were pretty quiet, for one. Which was kind of odd, considering how brash and brazen you could be normally. Eddie thought maybe you were just more subdued during sex. Sometimes it was the quietest, most mousy-looking girls who rattled his trailer roof the hardest. So maybe the reverse was also true? And there was nothing wrong with that, if it was. Just because he was vocal in bed, it certainly didn’t mean he expected you to be.

But when you came—or rather, when you said you were—it just didn’t quite feel like he expected.

He was no expert, mind you. But after having dealt so much in theatricality and role play, he’d developed quite an ear for insincerity. And you are anything but insincere.

When he had you pinned underneath him, his hips snapping as he drove you into the mattress, the way you squirmed and writhed and squeezed around him was pure fucking bliss. But then, just when he thought he was getting you going, you would be wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in close so he could hear your heated whisper.

“Gonna come for me, beautiful?” he’d ask, his hand dipping between your bodies to rub at your clit. You’d nod, almost too blissed out to speak.

“I did, I did,” you told him, more breath than words. “I came already—I wanna feel you.”

And, well, when you say it like that…it’s all he can do not to blow his load on the spot.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe you. He just thinks maybe you don’t know what it feels like to really come. So it’s not that you’re faking—something is definitely happening down there—it’s just not an orgasm. At least not a decent one.

At least not one he wants to claim.

Considering the guys you’d dated, he’s not all that surprised. They all sounded like losers who worried about themselves first and only. Dumb jerks who thought their dicks were magic wands that made girls come as soon as they set foot in the lobby. He didn’t want to be like them.

He wanted to take you to the fucking penthouse.

But it’s tricky. He can’t just bring up something like this, can he? He doesn’t want to offend you. He doesn’t want you thinking he’s saying there’s something wrong with you. Because of course there isn’t. And he doesn’t want to keep going without you knowing what he’s trying to do.

Like he said…it’s delicate.

So the next time he had you over, he let you lead. He made no move to change your course as you kissed down his bare inked chest, over the sparse patch of hair that swirled just beneath his navel, and pulled him hot and leaking from behind his blue checkered shield. And even as his instincts screamed in protest, he let you take him into the warmth of your mouth and bob on his cock until he came—a shuddering, whining, blubbering mess as he filled your throat.

All part of the plan. All part of the plan.

It took a bit of time for him to recover and he spent every second of it loving on you—each graze of his fingers and lips leisurely, but thorough. He kissed all the parts of you he thought might have been left unattended too long: the undersides of your breasts marked by the indentations of your bra; the soft span of skin that ran along the inside of your forearm to the crease of your elbow; the sides of your ribcage that quivered at the tickle of his warm breath.

And he watched your face every step of the way, studying you until you dropped fully into that deeply relaxed state. He let his hand drift down between your legs, skimming them over the sensitive skin there, making you tremble all over in anticipation. Alright, this was it.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured, a low rumble between kisses along your collarbone.

“Yeah?”

You hummed out your reply, looking down at him with heavy lidded eyes, half gone already. It made Eddie grin, his smile all teeth.

Oh, this was gonna be fun.

“I was wondering if you’ve ever had a multiple?”

The question made your brow wrinkle and you frowned slightly. “Multiple? Multiple what?”

“Multiple orgasms,” he said with a light chuckle. “Like if I fingered you until you came and then went down on you until you came again. Made you come over, and over, and over…”

You gasped as his tongue traced the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your body.

“Can that…does that happen?” you asked with a breathy sigh. He just smiled at the adorably incredulous look on your face and nodded.

“Of course,” he said. “I think that’s like the main thing you guys have going for you in this arena. Something to make up for all the annoying shit you have to put up with from your body.”

Another chuckle makes his chest shake as he rubs a hand over your lower belly, remembering how you’d asked him once just to press on it with his strong, warm palm and offer some relief from your cramps that were particularly bad one night.

“Oh. I mean…I’ve heard that, I guess. I kind of always thought it was a joke.”

“Well, I might not get you there,” Eddie said, giving you a smile he hopes is reassuring. “And if it doesn’t feel good or it hurts or anything, just tell me and we’ll stop. No harm, no foul.”

You pinched the edge of his comforter between your fingers and tugged at it, twisting it into a little peak at your side. “That sounds…really good,” you told him quietly.

“So, I can try?” he asked, brow lifting. “It’s okay?”

“I mean, yeah…” You chewed your lip, still a little hesitant. “But what about you?”

Eddie smirked, all sly and wily as he brushed the backs of his fingers along the softness of your cheek. “We did me already,” he reminded you.

Your cheeks heated at the memory, the taste of his come still sitting warm on your tongue as you swallowed thickly. Admittedly, you’d been kind of surprised when he let you go down on him first and actually finished in your mouth. Normally he was tugging you off him as soon as he felt himself losing it, grunting out something about not wanting to go too quickly.

“Okay,” you said with a small smile. “It just seems a little unfair”

“How’s it unfair if it’s what I want?” he murmured, voice dropping back to that low rumble.

Hard to argue with that, you supposed.

A beaming smile spread across your face and you twisted your fingers in the ball chain necklace that dangled around his neck to pull him closer. You answered his question with the press of your lips against his own, inhaling a shaky breath when you pulled away. Eddie’s nose nudged against yours, mashing into the softness of your cheek to resume the kiss. His hand came up to cradle your jaw and his mouth moved in that slow, sensuous way that made your insides dance and leap and spin like an entire company of ballerinas.

The kiss itself is so dizzying, you almost forgot about Eddie’s initial intentions until you felt his fingers begin to gently glide through your soaking folds. He swallowed your little mewl of relief as two of them finally sank inside your warmth while his thumb brushed teasingly light over your clit. It doesn’t take long at all for your arousal to coat his fingers, for your body to gush for him.

“Ed, I’m…I’m coming,” you breathed out, tingling with that initial burst of pleasure.

“Thats it, baby,” Eddie nodded, going along with it one last time. “You’re doing so good for me.”

He drew a single, high moan out of you—more like a gasp of relief as your body fully relaxed and all the stiffness in your shoulders and tension in your limbs melted away. You let your head loll to the side and smiled, almost dazed with the feeling. Pride surged in his chest from the way you looked at him sometimes—so perfectly content and elated because he was all yours.

The look he gave you was rapturous as he licked his lips and started to make his way down, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake that dotted across your chest, between the valley of your breasts, down your sternum and the soft pudge of your tummy. You propped yourself up to watch him as his mop of dark curls dipped between your thighs, fingers still sitting snug inside your warm, wet walls. Your chest rose and fell with each deep breath and he could only imagine how hard your heart must be pounding for you to try and slow it like you are.

“I’m gonna try for another, okay?” he soothed. “Stay relaxed for me, beautiful.”

You nodded back and let your head drop down, sinking deep into the embrace of your pillow.

Eddie pumped his fingers a few more times, faster now and crooking them upwards in search of that spot inside you that had eluded him far too long. The deftness of his touch coupled with the eager swipes of his tongue had your body heaving now as he traced a maddening pattern, swirling side to side and weaving it through your center.

Eyes suddenly fluttering open and closed, you whined softly and squirmed in his grasp as his tongue decisively swerved away from where you needed him most. The anticipation made your hips rock into his face, chasing more of the feeling as he teased you relentlessly.

His free arm promptly wrapped around your thigh, his hand gripping at the soft flesh to keep your legs spread apart. He was deeply thorough in his exploration, nose occasionally brushing against your clit that was practically crying out for his attention. His hot breath fanned along your inner thighs and he moaned deeply with each lick so you could feel the vibrations in your core.

You lost track of how long he was down there, allowing yourself to be swept away with the riot of sensations, realizing just a little too late your body was working towards something new.

The feeling creeps up on you, trickling through your muscles, causing all of them to twitch and spasm, tensing and releasing in waves. Little whines and pants of pleasure start to spill out of your mouth, the desperate little sounds like the most beautiful music to Eddie’s ears.

It makes him grind down into the bed, desperate to hear more.

“Feel good?” he asked, brow lifting behind sweaty bangs as round doe eyes look up at you.

“So g-good,” you panted, the sound almost pained with pleasure. “So sensitive…”

“You taste like heaven, you know that?” he murmurs to your cunt. “I could do this forever.”

He genuinely could, but it seems he won’t have to. You’re getting close now. He can feel it in the way your thighs start to tremble against his ears; the way another gush of you floods across his tongue. His eyes darted sideways to where your hand rests on the blanket, flexing with the need to grab onto something. Anything.

One last time, he squeezed at the meat of your thigh and then unwrapped his arm from around it to reach out instead and thread his fingers with yours. Your grip is bone crushing and only makes him hold on tighter as he points the tip of his tongue to increase its pressure.

“E-Eddie, it feels…something feels different…”

“It’s okay, baby,” he said, the pace of his fingers never faltering. “I’ve got you, just let go.”

He wished he could bottle the look on your face. Eyes scrunched up, brow furrowed as though you were deep in concentration. Lips parted in a wanton gasp as your chest swelled. His mouth came back to your clit, resuming the motions that had you clenching around his fingers.

“Oh…ohhh my…oh, fuck…”

When he feels you starting to unravel, feels that band coiled tight in your core start to snap, it takes everything he has in him to stay the course—especially when the hand of yours he’s not holding winds into his hair and you grasp desperately at his curls. The groan it elicits from him is deep and guttural, the sound of it radiating in the room. And finally he feels it happening—your pussy spasming around his fingers, threatening to snap them clean off you’re clenching so tight; hips bucking and stomach quivering with the effort of drawing breath.

“Fuck, Eddie, don’t stop!” you cried out. “That feels so good, holy fucking shit—”

So much for being quiet, Eddie thought mischievously.

Your head is pushing back into the pillow now, back arching under you, lifting you off the bed. He’s clamped tight against you though, his lips sealed around your clit and sucking like his life depends on it. In a way, it feels like it does.

“I’m gon…I’m gonna…I’m co—”

The words dissolve into a moan, the sound of it higher and louder than anything else Eddie has drawn out of you before. Pride explodes in his chest as he finally feels what he’s been waiting for—that exquisite vice around his fingers as he continues to stroke that sacred spot.

Your body floods with the feeling, waves of it surging through you, seeing white behind your eyes that are still pinched shut. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before—every synapse firing at once, every molecule in your body exploding like a tiny firework.

Distantly, you register his voice coaxing you through it as you reluctantly return to earth. Yes, baby, that’s it, thaaaat’s it—fuck me, you’re so fucking hot when you come, Jesus fucking Christ…

You opened your eyes, blinking through bleary vision as the world came back into focus.

Eddie grinned, smile almost wolfish when he lifted himself from between your legs. Triumph flashed in his dark eyes, his gaze roving all over as he began a slow crawl up your body, his cock now standing at attention with its vigor renewed.

“Okay,” he panted, dragging his hand across his mouth and chin that were slick with your spend as he leaned in to kiss you. “That’s one.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things smut #ok I went back over it and feel a lil better now #so if it suddenly seems longer…#that’s what she said

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xythlia · 11 months

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𓏲 ࣪₊ ʟᴏꜱɪɴ' ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ

♡⃕ ࣪ nsfw. minors do not interact ⸝⸝ fem reader, mention of biting, cowgirl, creampie, kinda subby levi, praise, mostly soft smut

♡⃕ ࣪ ft. lucifer, mammon, levi

a/n | I was kinda surprised how much ppl liked this little blurb in response to an ask about the characters crying bc mc is too tight & I had many requests to do drabbles for everyone but I'll split them up into parts so it's easier for me, so this is eldest only younger brothers are next then dateables ^⁠_⁠^ pt2 is here!

feedback / rbs are appreciated ♡

› 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

He enjoys placing restrictions on himself, no matter crazy with want he is Lucifer's movements remain slow. Every slow push inside your cunt makes his head spin, leaving him nearly gasping at how snug you are around him. No matter how badly part of him wants to simply hike your legs up and set a pace that would leave you sobbing beneath him the larger part of himself refuses to give this up.

Your breathing hitches as his hips pull back, leaving just the swollen tip of his cock inside you before pushing back inside against your muscles in a noticeably gentle thrust. His lips mark a path from your jaw down to the side of your neck as the lewd sounds of skin on skin fill the air. Your nails dig into his shoulders and as one of his hands slides down to gingerly circle your clit your pussy clenches around him, making him bite his bottom lip. His own breathing quickly becomes ragged, but his pace remains steady.

He's a demon of discretion, knowing when it's more apt to savor every second spent inside you.

› 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

The confirmation that you want this, that you want him, is enough to nearly bring him to tears. Mammons every touch is reverent, laced with love and each kiss drips adoration down your throat. His hands shake lining up his flushed, precum slicked cock with your entrance. The drag of your warm, slick cunt makes him whimper, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

He forgets himself easily, too caught up in how you squeeze his cock; the push and pull of your body bringing him back in, both of you begging the other for more. Mammon needs to be as close to you as possible, there's no space between your bodies and he rests his forehead against yours and laces your fingers together.

As your legs lock around his hips his teeth nip your skin, begging wordlessly for it to never end.

› 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈

He loses his head too easily, but how could you blame him when you whine and squeeze around him so tight it makes him feel lightheaded? He may be overzealous but it comes from a place of pure need, grabbing onto your hips and bringing you to bend down while he bucks his hips into you. When he feels close, he completely falls apart beneath you, a babbling mess of praises for how good you feel, how badly he wants to cum inside you.

Once he's on the threshold you lean back, hands splayed against his chest to enjoy how full he makes you feel. As you raise your hips, letting his cock slip out just enough before sliding back down you enjoy your favorite view: hells admiral moaning beneath you, fingers digging into the fat of your ass as his hips push up and his cock kisses that sweet spot inside you.

After you feel that thick warmth spread inside you he pulls you down once more, just enjoying the feeling of you still pulsing around him.

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ickadori · 5 months

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++ 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈, 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈, 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

[cws] reader is gn except for in toji’s -> reader has breasts/vagina. tojis’ is also a bit ‘spicy’ but no smut. unedited. short little blurbs for each character.

𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 gets lost in your kisses. It’s one of his favorite pastimes — tugging you down into his lap when the two of you are by yourself and giving you that dopey smile, a low drawl of ‘can I have a kiss?’ leaving his mouth, and you never hesitate before you’re dipping your head down and fulfilling his request.

His hands start off on your hips, gently kneading them above your clothes, lightly trailing up and down your sides as the kiss is in the chaste stage; close-mouthed, eyes just barely shut, and soft sighs being breathed out every now and then.

Yuji loves these soft, sweet kisses, it reminds him that in a world full of vile curses driven by killing and maiming, he’s got someone as sweet as you to come back to and make him feel better about the world, let him know that this is why he risks his life everyday, to keep you safe and sweet and ignorant to the horrors lurking in the shadows.

As much as he loves these kisses, they don’t last long before his tongue is breaching past your lips to rub against your own, eyes fluttering shut as his hands become more bold. They slip around to grab fistfuls of your ass, calloused fingers sinking into the flesh as he drags you further up his lap, until you’re seated right on top of the lump in his sweats and he’s swallowing down your moans.

“Yu-ji,” you’re always the first to pull away, eyes glossy and lips swollen as you take in haggard breaths, and Yuji likes to take that time to watch you; take in all your painfully pretty features and commit it to memory so he can recall it clearly at a later time, when he’s missing you terribly and there’s an empty feeling in his chest, which always happens the moment he steps foot outside your apartment.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 loves your kisses most after work, when he’s back in his safe haven, the outside world immediately forgotten once he crosses the threshold of your shared apartment. He chuckles to himself when he hears your feet padding across the floor just as he’s put his key in the door, and your face is the first thing he sees when it opens.

You always hug him first, arms winding around his waist as he feels you smile into his chest, and he feels you sag against him, relieved that he’s made it home another day.

“I’m so glad you’re home.” And he’s glad to be home - it shows in his eyes, every emotion in them bared for you to see, shows in his shoulders, no longer stiff and tense, shows in his hands, how they move to cradle your face and tilt your head up so he can get a proper look at you. “You look tired, Kento.”

He is, utterly exhausted, but never too exhausted to indulge himself in you at the end of each day. “And you look beautiful.” You grow bashful at the comment, and a soft smile settles on his face as he dips his head down, eyes lidded and heavy as he parts his lips.

You meet him halfway, hands moving to twist into the material of his shirt as your lips meet, and he revels in your sharp intake of breath when he licks into your mouth, tongue brushing against the roof of your mouth.

He always tries to get as close to you as he can, one arm hooking around your waist to pull you flush against him, while his free hand cradles the back of your head, lips moving in tandem.

When he’s got you in his arms, it’s as if he’s stolen his very own slice of paradise, and he doesn’t ever plan on letting it go.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 likes to make you think your kisses aren’t wanted, that you’re more desperate for him than he is for you, despite the both of you being very much aware that it’s the other way around, but Toji loves a little game every now and then.

He’s lounged out on your sofa, legs spread and arms stretched along the back of it, and his eyes are trained on the television, completely ignoring (trying to, anyways), the way you press yourself into his side, face turned up in a pout as your fingers dance along his chest.

“I thought you came here to see me, Toji, not some dumb movie.” You huff, and then you’re climbing into his lap, lips pursed and eyes narrowed as you straddle him.

“I came here to stick my dick in you, and I did, now I’m relaxing.” He sighs out, his head tipping back as the corner his mouth quirks up in a smirk. “Won’t you stop pestering me.”

“Mm-mm,” you give a shake of your head, tracing over the superficial scratches lining his shoulders, courtesy of none other than you. “I want a kiss.”

“Your shitty neighbors’ been wanting to fuck you since you moved in, get one from him.”

“I want one from you, Toji. Give me one.” Your fingers slip up into his hair, toying with the black strands just at the nape of his neck. He gives a heavy sigh, a low chuckle sounding when you give him an annoyed expression.

“Take it then, since you’re so desperate.”

“Says the one who practically begged me to leave work early because they were so desperate to fuc—” His lips crash against yours, hands flying to your waist as the kiss starts off rough, sloppy and desperate. It’s a mess of tongue, teeth and spit, your hands pulling at his as his slip underneath the thin cami you wear to grope at your chest.

Your hips grind down into his lap, clothed cunt running over his bulge, and he grunts when you sink your teeth into his bottom lip, soothing the resulting sting with a swipe of your tongue. You pull away, and he moves his face to the crook of your neck, lips leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses there.

“I only asked for one kiss, y’know.” You sound breathless, hips steadily rocking into his. “You might wanna stop now, before I start thinking you actually like me.” He grins against your skin, fingers blindly moving to the seat of your shorts and roughly tugging it to the side, his other freeing himself from his pants.

“It’s a bit too late for that now, isn’t it?”

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎’𝐒 kisses are never ending. No matter where you two are or what you’re doing, his lips will always find themselves on some part of your body.

He can’t help it, or rather he doesn’t try to. He’s gotten everything he’s ever wanted since he was a child, and he doesn’t care to change that now in his adult years. He wants you, so he’ll have you, whenever the need strikes him, which seems to be whenever you’re around.

“You have to go, Satoru.” You chide as you turn your head to avoid his kiss, a petulant pout gracing his face when his lips meet your cheek instead. “Your phone has been ringing nonstop.”

“‘S not important—really, it isn’t.” His nose pushes into your cheek, lips peppering kisses along your jawline. “Not like you, anyways.”

“People could die, Satoru.”

“I could die.” A dramatization to some, but entirely serious for him. “I could have a heart attack from withdrawals or something, baby. I’m addicted.” He presses a loud, wet kiss to the corner of your mouth, and you can’t help the giggle that slips out, your hands moving to push at his chest as he steadily tries to lay you back against the couch. “And addicts aren’t supposed to quit cold turkey, you have to wean ‘em off, y’know.”

“You’re so annoying.” Your back meets the cushions as he hovers over you, strands of white hanging down and tickling the sides of your face. “Just one kiss, okay? And then you have to go right after.” He smiles, tongue swiping out to wet his lips.

“Yeah yeah, just one…thousand.”

“I heard that!”

#jjk x reader #yuji x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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indiefilmfatale · 1 month

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useless (steve harrington x fem!reader)

gif by @/keery !

plot: steve takes pleasure in driving you crazy while you're tied to his headboard content warnings: bondage, some light finger play, domination, dirty talk, penetrative s*x, lotsa teasing word count: 1.3k a/n: gif is how i imagine steve in this blurb bc goddddamnnn he looks good like this smut below the cut!

You lay on your back on Steve’s bed. His comforter has been thrown onto the floor, leaving your legs tangled up in a topsheet and your bare skin against the heathered fitted sheet. You have nothing on but a pair of his boxers. Your thighs are clenching around the cotton; the fabric cool against your skin from the way you’ve been soaking through them.

You and Steve have been lazily making out for the last hour, completely losing track of time in each other’s mouths and skin. He’ll kiss down your body, licking and sucking your breasts and stomach and thighs but never addressing your throbbing pussy. He loved to tease you like this, watching your hips buck into his chest with amusement. Occasionally he would reward you with a soft grind of his hard cock against your core, just enough to press against your clit and rile a breathy moan out of you.

Finally, he rises off of you and wanders across the room, leaving you tits-out and writhing on his mattress. When he comes back, he’s holding two bandanas, one blue and one black.

“Is this what I think it is?” You’re grinning, knees wobbling.

“Mm-hm,” Steve nods. “Gimme your wrist.” He comes to the top right side of the bed, and you raise your right arm to the knob of his headboard. He ties your wrist against the finished wood, and you watch his nimble fingers work around the fabric.

When he’s finished, he makes his way around the bed to the other side. You watch him the entire time, sensing his excitement and him sensing your’s. When he’s finished with the second knot, he just stands back and takes in the sight of you for a moment.

“Give it a tug, baby.” He nudges his head toward your tied wrists.

You oblige, pulling your arms inward but your wrists not budging out even a little bit. “Where’d you learn how to tie knots like this?”

“I was an eagle scout.” He climbs onto the end of the bed. You open your legs for him to kneel right in between. “I can make a fire out of two rocks for you when we’re finished.”

You chuckle, biting your lip. You have even more of an instinct to grind your hips into the air, his erection poking through his underwear making you go slightly crazy. He looked so good like this, kneeling over you with a darkness in his eye that made you want to do anything for him.

And him, well, he loved you in any form, but especially the way you squirmed under his control. He also knew he could do anything to you right now, and that’s the thought that turned him on the most.

“You like this?” He ran his hand up your leg.

Your eyes don’t leave his gaze. You just nod, exhaling slowly.

“You’re gonna let me take care of you, hm?” His fingers drag over your thighs. “Gonna let me do all the work?” Now over your closed core, right wear your clit meets the fabric. He presses ever so softly against the nub, circling over it at a pace that drives you wild.

You suddenly feel shy and small. B Steve knows how to drag what you need out of you. “Speak up, sweetheart.”

You hum. “I want you, Stevie.”

He presses slightly harder against your clit, rewarding you. You back arches at the pressure. “Want what?”

“Mmmph, your cock. Want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah?” He takes his hand off your core and uses both to wrap around your waistband, pulling the boxers off of you and onto the floor. “Show me, baby, show me how much you want it.” His fingers return to your core, but they don’t move. You grind against his fingers, trying to grasp the little control you have over your own body, sighing. Given the last hour, you’re absolutely soaked for him.

Then he takes one of your legs with his other arm and lifts it over your shoulder, opening you up before him. “Y’ready?”

You huff, “Been ready forever now, Steve.”

He rubs the inside of your thigh, comforting you. “Getting impatient, huh? Lemme help you, baby.” He pulls his cock out of his boxers, and it rests against his stomach with the slightest, sexiest curve toward the left. “It’ll be worth it. Gonna make you feel so good.” “Please.” You whine.

He leans in closer, his toned arms supporting his weight as he presses onto the mattress beside your waist. Your leg bends so your knee is against your own shoulder.

And he kisses you. Slowly at first, then slips his tongue in until you're met with the familiar taste of him. “I love you.” He whispers against your lips, then kisses you again. “Love you like this, under me.”

“I love you so much.” You return, biting his bottom lip gently. He lets out a breathy laugh.

When he pushes into you, it's soft and slow. And your eyebrows curve upward in the way he just loves, your mouth falling agape. He groans when he feels himself bottoming you out.

“So fucking deep, Stevie,” You moan, breath going shallow. You can feel his tip press against your g-spot with every thrust. He’s going at a mind-boggling pace, watching you huff and whine underneath him. “Harder, baby, please.”

“Is that what you want?” He bucks his hips into you, causing you to gasp. He creates a rough, medium rhythm with his pelvis that has your head pressing hard into the mattress. You grip onto the wood of his headboard, wrists pulling on the bandanas but never breaking loose. Moans are spilling out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“So fucking tight,” Steve sighs, hips bouncing against yours. Every now and again he slows down, lets you catch your breath, before pounding into you again with an intensity that makes every thought leave your brain.

Tears are gathering in the corner of your eyes. The leg that's around his shoulder clenches in, pulling him closer to you. His lips are beside your neck now, and he takes the opportunity to bite into the skin, pulling another high-pitched moan out of you.

“So desperate for me, takin’ me so well.” He whispers between grunts. “You wanted this so bad, didn’t you?”

“Fuck, I–” Your breathing so hard into his skin.

“Shh, it’s okay. Let go, baby.” His hand slides down to hold your hips down as he sets a new pace, one that makes your head swirl. “I wanna feel you cum around me, can you do that?”

You just nod, brow curving again as you feel your orgasm approaching. The feeling fills you with bliss, eyes fluttering shut as he pounds and pounds. “That’s it,” He groans.

“Need— my clit, Steve.” You whine against his shoulder.

“I got you, honey, lemme help you.” He snakes a hand down underneath himself and props his thumb atop your clit, pressing the same small circles he knows you love. “Can’t do anything, can you? You’re useless on my cock, just useless, mm,”

The feeling combined with the low moans he’s releasing with each thrust drives you over the edge, back arching so your pelvic bone presses against his. Your moans turn to sloppy drawn-out hums as you squeeze your pussy around him, causing him to whimper into your hair. “Just like that baby, oh my god, I’m gonna–”

You feel his hips shake against yours as a sudden warmth fills your cervix. The feeling causes your shoulders to jolt forward, overstimulated from the pleasure and leaking tears and cum onto the mattress. He lets out these tiny grunts as he milks the last of his orgasm into you.

Steve slows down, both of you catch your breaths. He softly places your leg off of his shoulder and collapses on top of you, chest heaving onto yours. You’re the first to break the heavy silence. “That was…” is all you can say.

“I know.” He breathes. Then looks up at you, chin resting on your breastbone, with your arms still spread above your head. “Maybe I’ll just keep you here forever like this.”

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gurugirl · 2 months

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the fleshlight blurb | subrry

Based on this request!

Summary: Harry has to go on a business trip without Y/n so she gets him a special toy to use while he's away and she tells him to send her a video of him using it.

Word Count: 1,536

Warning: smut (masturbation), sub/dom dynamics, descriptions of Harry's sperm making a bit of a mess

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"So what do you think?" She bit her lip as Harry looked down at the custom fleshlight, made to look like her own pussy. The outside was a replica of her vulva.

"I love it," he looked up at her with a sweet grin. "So you're asking me to bring this with me on my two-week business trip? To like? Use as a replacement for you?"

Y/n laughed and shook her head, "I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. Since I can't be there, I don't want you to just be stuck with your hand or those poor hotel pillows. I want you to feel like I'm there with you."

Harry was obviously over the moon about the gift. He'd never had a fleshlight before but he'd definitely be missing Y/n while he was away. She was his safe haven. His respite from his demanding job and title. Harry was a CEO at a banking company and he called the shots all day. He was the boss. But when he got home to his Y/n, he would let her take care of him and take over so he could finally relax.

. . .

"I want you to use the toy I got you tonight after your meetings. I know you probably need a release so bad don't you baby?" Y/n spoke to Harry through the receiver of his phone on the third morning of his business trip.

"Yes. I didn't touch myself at all just like you told me. Can't wait to use it and pretend you're here with me." He smiled as he spoke. He missed her so much.

"So good for me, Harry. You can pretend you're fucking me tonight. But I want you to make a video so I can see how it looks on you. Want to watch how you use it and watch you come."

Harry was good at following Y/n's instructions. He always only wanted to please her. And all day as he was meeting with other CEOs, eating lunch, and listening to presentations he couldn't stop thinking about finally getting to come while using his new fleshlight. He was so pent up and stressed out and he missed her just like he always did when she couldn't go with him on business trips and help him unwind.

He ate dinner in a rush, excusing himself from the group of men lingering over cocktails and personal stories Harry had no interest in hearing. His excuse was that he wasn't feeling very well and needed to lie down and relax. Which wasn't a complete lie. He really did wish to relax after an orgasm which would make him feel better.

Back in my room now. Wish you were here with me to help me unwind. Can you please send me something to look at while I use the toy you bought me?

Y/n grinned upon seeing the text and took a few pictures of her tits with her thumbs over her nipples. He loved her tits. Loved sucking on them and nuzzling into them. He often fell asleep with his head lying over her chest as he was kissing them softly.

He groaned when he saw the pictures she sent as he kneed up onto his hotel bed with his cock in his hand. He set up his personal laptop to begin the video of himself and angled it so it showed everything. He could even watch himself this way which made it hotter.

Using the lube he brought with him from home, he smoothed it over his tip and down his shaft as he began to grow harder and harder and he looked into the camera and let out a heavy breath as he situated himself and knelt on his bed, facing the headboard. Letting go of his heavy, thickened cock he picked up the fleshlight and moaned as he kissed around the polymer mold and propped up the picture of Y/n, wishing it was her that his lips were pressed against, "Wish I was tasting your pussy. Wish you were grinding on my face and getting yourself off on my nose and my tongue, Y/n..." he whined. That was his favorite. Loved it when she pushed him down and sat on his mouth and made herself come. Harry would die a happy man with her smothering him like that.

But he was so horny and so impatient he didn't take too long to lap at the mineral-based sleeve as he drizzled a healthy amount of lube inside before pressing his fingers through the interior to spread the slick along the plushy toy and hearing a nice wet squelch. It wasn't the same, but it felt nice.

Placing a hotel towel over a pillow, Harry propped that between his knees before he looked from the picture of her tits to the camera as he placed one palm on the big wooden headboard to keep himself stabilized on his knees and then cupped the toy with his other fist before he pressed inside.

The toy had a similar appearance to her labia he noted as he pushed inside. It wasn’t nice and warm like Y/n was, but it felt good to have his cock touched nonetheless. Even if it was just a fleshlight.

"Oh fuck..." he slowly began to thrust himself in and out, holding it steady with his hand as he rocked into the toy. His muscles were straining, thighs flexing with every thrust.

His heart rate began to rise with every slick push and pull of his shaft, the end of the toy was open (for practical purposes as Harry's cock was quite lengthy) so his pink tip punched through every time he pressed himself in all the way. He knew that if he were inside of Y/n that would be the spot where her cervix was.

"Ohhh... I need you..." he whimpered as his lips parted and he began to fuck into the polymer material with more force.

The sound of fucking a fleshlight was different than the sound of fucking wet pussy. It sounded synthetic but still slippery and wet. But fuck if it didn't feel amazing wrapped around his thick girth and cupping his tip on each plunge. Plus the view of it… It really did look like he was fucking into Y/n’s cunt, pussy lips wrapped around him as he drove in.

“Fuck me…” he groaned as his hips began to stutter. He kept himself held on his knees up with his palm against the headboard, hips rutting and cock twitching as he bucked himself in and in and in… He gripped around the plastic outer part of the toy and watched himself as he masturbated with the toy and felt his thighs begin to tremble.

“Mmm… Y/n… can I come, please? I need it?” He was mumbling and shaking as he looked at her picture and into the camera. He felt himself throbbing as precome began to drip from his tip and down onto the towel he’d placed over the pillow.

His desperate moans grew louder and he grabbed the pillow with the towel and lowered his hips down, humping his cock through the fleshlight and down into the pillow as his face screwed up in pleasure, the intense wave of relief that he felt as he began to pump come onto the terry fabric had him gasping, a soft moan of Y/n’s name falling from his lips.

It was intense. He hadn’t come in days, at Y/n’s directions, so he soaked through the towel and was sure the pillow underneath would be wet.

“Oooohhh…” he rocked his hips down gently into the pillow, stilling himself as every drop of his come was drained from his balls.

When he finally lifted up, he was in a puddle of his come as he slid the toy from his shaft and hissed at how sensitive his tip was. With his fist around his softening cock he looked into the camera, chest still heaving and flushed red, “I came too fast, Y/n. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. M’cock was so achy… made a big mess.”

Y/n was too excited to get the video of Harry. She was not disappointed as she watched the video twice. It was short but it did the trick. Because she missed him just the same.

Harry had just finished cleaning himself up when he heard his phone ringing.

“Baby, I’m so sorry it was short–“

“That’s okay, gorgeous boy. I know you were pent-up. You get a pass today. Tomorrow night we’ll have you do it again but I’m going to be with you on the phone watching the whole time and telling you exactly what I want to see so you’re not finishing so fast. Yeah?”

“Yes. I want that. I miss you.”

“I know you do, baby. Felt good to use that, though?”

Harry grinned and balled up the dirty towel, tossing it to the floor, “It felt nice. Never as good as you, though. Your pussy has a choke hold on me.”

Y/n smiled, “That’s right. Nothing better than this pussy for you, baby. It’ll be that much better when you get back from your trip.”

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winterarmyy · 10 months

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A mission back in time brought Y/N to an unexpected encounter with the man she fell in love with. (Inspired by Timeless by Taylor Swift)

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Y/N had her heart broken when some agents made fun of how her body looks and Bucky came in clutch with the rescue.

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Can you do dumbification smut blurb with Toji?

I can for sure, good taste Anon.

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dumbification, rough sex, degradation, overstimulation, mean dom!Toji

A/N: Everyone would go dumb for Toji.

"Again? How many times do you think your pussy came for me tonight? Do you even know what a good little cocksleeve you're being right now?" Toji barked out a laugh as your body shook with the force of his thrusts, his full, heavy balls slapping against your ass, wet from your combined cum.

How many times has he made you come? It doesn't really matter because you can't think enough to count. You feel his huge hands grabbing the back of your head, fisting into your hair and forcing you to look up at him.

His other hand grabbed you by the thigh and pulled you down against him, your whole cunt pulsing around him, "Can you even understand what I'm saying right now?" A moot question at this point, all you understood was that he made you feel good, that you wanted more of what he was doing. "Bet you don't even know whose fucking you. You don't care either, you just crave cock in you."

"Toji." You proved him wrong, you can't mistake his cock for anyone else's, only his cock makes you feel so complete and so broken at the same time.

"Aww, so cute to see you try to speak when you're fucked out of your mind. It's okay baby, it's okay, I'm here. I'll do the thinking, all you have to do is be my good, dumb, cocksleeve okay? Understand that?" You whimpered out incoherent words, nothing but ramblings which spurred him on even more. "Gonna make this cunt dumb too. It's gonna be so cum addicted when I'm done. You'll know and want nothing else."

You were already at that point, all you could think of was Toji and his cock and how he'll fill you up. You grabbed onto him the best as you could, drool dripping from the side of your mouth and tears in your eyes as you came undone, only put back together when you felt the hot rush of his seed flooding your pretty, dumb, used cunt.

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oceansblvds · 5 months

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petals ; coriolanus snow

pairing ; coriolanus snow x reader

words ; 1.7k

about ; "The harshness and brazen demeanor that enveloped him when you were around seemed to melt away with time, this certain activity that the two of you engaged in became more of a delightful reprieve than something to do to release tension."

warning(s) ; smut, fingering, p in v sex, not edited, just a short blurb kinda?

authors note ; hello! this is me putting myself out there as a snow writer bc im obsessed with tom blyth. so anyways. please feel free to request fics or headcanons or blurbs! i hope u enjoy :)

Life in the Capital was nothing but lavish for you.

With your family’s status, extravagant balls were somewhat a staple in your life, along with all the beautiful shoes that you wore as you walked your way into the academy, or the five star meals you were allowed to eat every night. You didn’t know how to be poor, it simply wasn’t in your blood to have anything less than what your life offered you. And that was incredibly obvious for the way that you held yourself in the presence of others. Having been groomed by your mother and father to be the perfect heir to their fortune, they didn’t expect anything less than you. You were beautiful, you were intelligent, and you knew how to control a situation and a conversation as if it was the back of your hand.

And that simply aggravated him.

He wasn’t sure when it had really started, this loathing for you. Perhaps it was when you purposely had him suspected of cheating on a test when you two were in your first year of the Academy, or perhaps it was the fact that you knew that he hadn’t cheated, you were simply intimidated by his intelligence. Wherever you stood academically, Coriolanus was always on your heels, just behind you clawing at your back to get ahead of you in anything. And sometimes he did manage to do better than you, and that was when he felt the most happy around you. When you were an absolute mess, a stupid look on your face as you tried to come up with an excuse as to why you didn’t do as well as him. Oh, that was where he was happiest. But he hated you, he loathed you. At least that’s what he told himself in the midst of his obsessive fixations about you, how he would sit alone in his bed at night in his run down home and think about the fact that you were probably eating your second meal of the night and you were going to sleep in silk sheets that got changed every single week.

And that simply aggravated you.

How he always assumed that the only reason why you were as intelligent as you were was because of your family. You didn’t know that he was actually secretly poor, but regardless of it, the Snow's wealth had never reached the high peak that yours did in the past. That much was obvious, you could see it in the way that he dressed himself that he was lesser in status. And you took every opportunity to remind him of it, every single breath that was spent around him was an insult, a jab, trying your best to get into his head. And he did much of the same. You two hated each other, it had always been that way and it would always stay that way.

That was, until the two of you had been paired up for a project together. Something about how to better raise attention for the Hunger Games, how to make them more enjoyable. You two had been at your house when you prepared for it together, the slight arrogance in your heart not even noticing the way that he had completely dodged all your questions about working at his place. It had gotten late, and despite the normal amount of bickering between the two of you, the bickering turned into a crude form of flirting. He said that your mouth could be used for such better things rather than to insult him the way that you did, and you were desperate to prove to him wrong. You wouldn’t fall for the flirtations of Coriolanus Snow, you were so sure of it. But soon enough, his lips were on yours and your clothes were on the expensive carpet of your room and you two had your limbs tangled in the silk sheets. A month passed, and like clockwork, the two of you would end up with each other with your clothes off. It didn’t matter the reason or the place, it always happened.

He pushed you into the cold, almost sterile lab table, muttering something under his breath about how he only had a few minutes before he needed to go to lunch. You laughed, the sound getting cut off by his lips placing themselves on your own, like they always did. His kisses were bruising, like he was trying to prove something, and maybe he was. The harshness and brazen demeanor that enveloped him when you were around seemed to melt away with time, this certain activity that the two of you engaged in became more of a delightful reprieve than something to do to release tension. You paid no mind to it.

“Then you better make those few minutes worth it,” You whispered, taking note of the footsteps that you could hear from outside the door. This wasn’t the first time that you had snuck around in the University, but every time it did fill you with a sense of urgency to get things started lest the two of you be caught.

Coriolanus let out a chuckle. “I always do.” His lips pressed to the skin of your throat, teeth grazing against your pulse point before sucking on it loosely, enough to make a mark for only a moment.

Cheeky. You thought to yourself, your hands finding refuge in his blonde hair, certain tufts of it retaining the curliness that you had known them to have during your time at the Academy. You pulled him closer, ever so closer, like you didn’t want to let him go. His hands helped to lift you up onto the lab table, your legs opening and his body slotting in between them, a perfect practiced dance. The University uniform was much more relaxed than the Academy’s was, a low cut black skirt making for easy access during these moments in between classes and lunch. His hips grinded against yours for only a moment, a gasp escaping your lips that was captured by another searing hot kiss, enough to know that he was telling you to be quiet. He continued to kiss you as his hand came down under your skirt, fingertips ghosting against your inner thighs before reaching where you wanted him most.

He was met with a wet, sticky mess, an after effect of the fact that the two of you hadn’t fucked in over a week. Despite all of his brain power wanting to tease you for it, he found himself keeping this as a silent victory, the pad of his thumb coming in contact with your clit, slipping one finger in and curling it. You arched your back forward only slightly, already conveying the message that you wanted him inside you already. “Patience,” He whispered.

You whined. He was the one who wanted to go to lunch anyways, and now he was stringing you along? You had half a mind to fight back, but the words died in your throat as he added a second finger, slipping in almost effortlessly. He continued to pump them in and out at a languid pace, his left hand holding your waist so that you couldn’t move. He was keeping the rhythm, not you. All the while his thumb kept rubbing against your clit, making you a squirming mess in his hands like putty.

“Coriolanus,” You breathed. “Come on, please.”

He hummed in response, acting as if he didn’t hear you. But he did, because soon enough he was withdrawing his fingers, hands working to free himself from his neatly pressed pants, his cock springing free in a matter of seconds. You wrapped your hands around his neck, his face coming into the crook of your own as he guided himself towards your entrance, the tip of his cock grazing as if to tease, before sheathing itself in. Once he bottomed out, he already started a fast rhythm, giving you little to no time to adjust. but you were so needy you didn’t care, not one bit because he was making you feel so good that you wished for this moment to last forever. and you were already so wet and willing, Coriolanus couldn’t wait a second longer.

If he was tired from staying up all night to finish homework and studies, he didn’t even show it. Coriolanus fucked into you with such a frenzy that it was almost animalistic, which made you wonder how much energy this man possibly had. What you didn’t know was it was your moans what were spurring him on, your moans that kept him going. And you loved it so much that you couldn’t think straight. all you could do was try and keep yourself still, words stringing together into barely put together sentences of oh fuck yes and that feels so good. It was a moment of such pure bliss that you didn’t even feel yourself start to clench around him, noticing it finally when you felt every inch of him scrape against your willing walls, bringing you closer to that cliff into a sea of pleasure that only he could give you. What finally made you break was the groans that he was making, which were hot and heavy and like heaven to your ears that you knew you would be playing on repeat before you went to sleep tonight.

His hand slipped between your legs, pressing up against your swollen clit and that was it. You were sent into a state of pure, fucked out bliss as you came around him, your moans being muffled by the shirt he was wearing, your mouth pressed against it to try and stifle all your noises in the moment. With a few more demanding thrusts, Coriolanus was spilling himself inside of you, a groan of contentment falling from his lips as his head dropped to your shoulder. Your legs were still wrapped around him, shaking from the change of pace, relishing in the moment that the two of you were sharing together. You barely had any time to refocus yourself before he was pulling out, a few remnants of his cum dripping out of you that you saved by pushing your underwear back into place.

“Lunch better still be in the cafeteria,” He spoke, zipping up his pants and latching his belt. “If it’s not, you’re buying dinner tonight.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Dinner?” Usually you two would never go out together. But before he answered, Coriolanus had already left the room.

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drewstarkeyslut · 18 days

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WICKED GAMES ᡣ𐭩

You were at the bonfire party with your new bf, JJ, and a few of his friends. Rafe watched you from a distance, the whole night, he only took his eyes off of you maybe a handful of times. He wanted to make sure he left before you did. Top and Kelce were talking to him and he would nod his head and smile as if he were even listening to them. His mind was elsewhere, on you, and you only.

It had been a little over a month since you broke up with Rafe and he still never got over it, never got over you. He was sure you two would get back together, but then he saw you with JJ. That’s when he felt his blood boil, eye twitch, his jaw clench and his free, drinkless hand balled into a fist. He didn’t enjoy seeing his girl with her hands all over another, you making out and looking so in love with Maybank made him sick to his stomach. That was you with him just not too long ago and he then realized just how much he loved you, missed you, needed you back and he was going to get you back. He was sure of it.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dubcon, cheating by force?, smut (p in v), spitting, choking, creampie, slightly dark!rafe, toxic!rafe

A/N: idk what this is tbh but i randomly thought about this the other day and wrote out a little blurb!!!🫣 if there are any mistakes i apologize😭

3 hours later

You unlock the front door and notice that the whole house was dark, completely pitch black, no lights on in sight. You knew your parents were gone for the night but they usually always left the one light in the main foyer on if they leave when it’s dark out. You didn’t think too much of it, maybe they just forgot. You were tired and just wanted to take a shower and unwind in bed. You walk up the stairs and head for the bathroom, taking a quick shower you step out and wrap the towel around your body.

As you walk down the hallway toward your room, you start to get an eerie feeling. You swore you left the door to your room open when you left the house, but for some reason it was closed. You cautiously stepped in front of the door and open it and peek around. Nothing, except your window being slightly open letting cold air in. A creaking noise coming from the wood floors make you gasp, gripping onto your towel as you spun around. Again, nothing.

“What the fuck…” you whispered to yourself, and walk over to turn the light switch on. When you turned your back and walk close enough to the switch you heard another creak and before you could turn around your mouth was covered with a large ring clad hand, his body pressed against your back. You knew that scent from a mile away. Rafe fucking Cameron. His free hand reaches for his belt, and you hear him unbuckle and slide it right off. You sob underneath his hand.

“Missed me? Oh come on, I know you did. Shhh, it’s going to be okay Y/n. You going to be a good girl f’me and keep that fucking mouth shut if I move my hand hmm?” Rafe breathed in your ear. You nod, not sure what was happening but you were definitely freightened yet turned on. He removes his hand, turning you around to face him and your towel drops to the floor.

“Shit. You’re so fucking beautiful. I missed seeing that pretty little face and tight body of yours.” He rasped and eyed you as he gripped your wrists behind your back and tightly wrapped his belt around them.

“Rafe, h-how..” You stutter.

“What baby girl, cat got your tongue?” Rafe grips your chin, squeezing your cheeks and planting a kiss on your lips. You squirm and he pulls away.

“How did you get in my house? I fucking broke up with you almost two months ago! Why now? I’m with JJ now and you know that. You obsessed with me or something? Are you just fucking insane?! I don’t want you, anymore. Don’t you get it?!!” You scream, trying to free yourself from Rafe’s grip. He just stares at you, a blank look on his face. It ticked you off so you spit on his face, landing right underneath his eye.

“Oh. Now you fucking did it. You little brat!” Rafe grips your hair and slams your head back into the wall. He wipes the spit of his face and brings that hand to his mouth as he spits and smears it on your cheek then grabs you by your throat.

You don’t cower, you just stare into Rafe’s darkened eyes. “What are you going to do to me? Whatever it is just get it over with and fucking go. I want you to leave.” You sighed. You start to think about JJ and how you wish you were still with him right now especially in this moment. You wish you had asked him to stay the night.

“Maybank doesn’t deserve you. I do. I know what you like, what you want, what you need. He doesn’t know you like I do Y/n and you know it..even if it’s deep down in you. You should be with me.” Rafe boomed.

“You don’t know what the fuck I want anymore, Rafe.” You mutter. Lie. He still knew exactly what turned you on, that’s for sure.

“I know you’re turned on right now. You’re a slut. My little slut Y/n. You know you want this.” Rafe coos. He presses his bulge against you and plants kisses down your neck, making your legs buckle and heart beat faster.

You tried to stop yourself from feeling things because it wasn’t with JJ. This was Rafe, your ex the one you tried your best to stay away from. Your body was betraying you and you couldn’t fight it. Rafe pulls away from your neck and grabs your hair pulling you down to the floor onto your knees. He wins.

“Look at me Y/n. Open up.” Rafe grabs your chin forcing you to look into his eyes, spits in your mouth and with his other hand he shoves two fingers into your mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so god damn hard, you’re going to forget who JJ is. The only cock you’ll be needing and begging for is mine.” Rafe growled.

“Whatever you say. Give it to me already then. You going to pound this pussy or what?” You taunted once he let his fingers slip right out of your mouth. You were horny now and you couldn’t deny even if you wanted to.

“Don’t fucking test me brat!” Rafe grabs you by the arm and throws you against the bed, on your stomach. “I want you to say it.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say?” You retort, sticking your ass up for Rafe to have the best view of your round ass.

“Say that you want my cock, that you need me to fuck you.” Rafe grins and licks his lips.

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t breathe anymore Rafe. I want you to ruin me.” You smirk, looking behind you as Rafe takes his clothes off until he’s completely stripped down. Your mouth salvitates at the sight of his rock hard cock dripping with precum.

“Mmm that’s what I like to hear my little slut.” Rafe groans, shoving your head into the mattress and lining his cock up to your slick entrance.

“Fuck, so god damn tight and fucking dripping f’me baby girl.” Rafe grunts, thrusting his length in and out of your cunt, hitting the right spot.

“Oh—my god! Raaaaafe! Fuck, yes, yes!” You screamed.

“Tsk tsk, what would JJ think of you if he knew my cock was stretching your pretty little pussy out and you were screaming my name hmm? Such a fuckin’ slut.” Rafe laughs as he slaps your ass, pounding his cock into you even harder, ten times faster.

“Fuck you Rafe, but fuuuuck you feel so damn good. I hate you.” You mumble in a breathy tone. His cock filling you up felt too good to be thinking about anything else in the moment, especially JJ.

He shifts, lifting your leg up from underneath your knee, his cock brutally slamming back into your pussy and his other hand covers your mouth. “Ah, ah. Do you ever just shut up? Be a good girl, keep quiet and take this fucking cock.” Rafe bellowed and all you could do was moan underneath his large hand.

“I’m going to cum in this pussy baby girl and you’re going to go to sleep with my cum inside of you tonight.” Rafe whispers in your ear, his breathing becoming erratic as he was close to his climax.

He became rougher with every thrust, your pussy felt so sore you swear you wouldn’t be able to walk for days. His hand falls from your mouth and reaches forward rubbing circles on your clit.

“Rafe, mhmm just like that. Oh right there. Fuck I’m cumming!” You screamed, your legs were shaking from your orgasm. You haven’t came that hard in a while.

“Shit— m’gonna cum! You ready for it my little cumslut? Yeah? You want to be filled to the brim?” Rafe moans out. His dick throbbing and pulsating as he released his load deep into your sweet wet cunt.

“This was a one time thing Rafe, won’t happen again. Take this belt off of my wrists and go, please.” You mutter, frustratednow that it was over that you let Rafe get to your head and your body. He unwraps the belt from your wrists but brings it to your neck and throws you down on the bed using the belt to keep you down.

“No Y/n. See that’s where you’re wrong. I will fuck you whenever I please. You’re mine, I don’t give two shits about JJ. When I call you, you will pick up. Do you understand?” Rafe snaps as he hovers over you.

“I—I understand Rafe.” You whimper. You watch Rafe get dressed and walk out the door. Fuck! Rafe Cameron will be the death of me.

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lovebugism · 1 year

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what about fwb!steve and you tease him about going out with someone else and it leads to the most possessive sex ever

✶ ┄ SOMEBODY ELSE !

summary: steve doesn't realize he wants you until you tell him you want somebody else. pairing: slightly toxic!steve harrington / f!reader warning: good ol fashioned smut, 18+ mdni! a/n: this one... this one did something to me ngl

( MASTERLIST )

ok let’s talk about douchebag steve

and how he went through a phase where he would fuck anyone

this man could have the pick of anyone he wanted

no one ever turned him down because he’s literally king steve

and he also has the biggest dick imaginable <3

the first time he’s with you, you don’t treat him like a spectacle

there were no whispers the next day with his name entwined with yours like there normally is with everyone else

it’s kinda refreshing

but it's strange

how you act like the way you just let him fuck you doesn't mean anything to you

it has him coming back to you over and over again

and he isn’t totally used to that either

but really you just like to play with him

steve’s already got a huge ego

you don't want to feed it any more than it already is

so when you tell him that eddie munson invited you to his show and how you can’t wait to be his groupie, you know it’ll set him off

you just weren’t expecting him to fuck your brains out over it

you’re naked and on your stomach before you know it

steve’s got you whimpering and babbling nonsense underneath him as he grinds into quivering pussy from behind

and he’s ruthless

you can barely form an intelligible thought

but you’re gasping for him to let you come anyway

“yeah, i don’t think so, sweetheart… you forgot who this pussy belongs to— so i’ll let you come when i think you deserve it— alright, baby?”

it makes you keen pathetically beneath him at another rejection for a release you desperately, desperately need

“it’s your pussy— this is your pussy, baby— please”

you choke out a sob when he suddenly bottoms out inside your heat and holds himself there

he leans down until you’re practically squished beneath him

you feel his firm torso and fuzzy chest hair press into your sweat-slicked back

you whine as your walls flutter and tense around his cock

it makes it that much harder not to come around him

you feel his wet, kiss-bitten lips at the shell of your ear

“you want someone else to have you? you wanna give my pussy to someone who can’t fuck you like the slut you are? you think he can fuck you the way i do? huh? tell me—”

“no! no, baby, it’s just you— m’sorry.. m’so sorry, baby, please”

you sound so tired and so frustrated and so desperate to come

but steve’s determined to hold your orgasm hostage until you’re completely falling apart for him

until you can convince him that you don’t need anyone else but him

and when you do he’s completely relentless

he stays bottomed out inside you while he rubs your clit something fierce

“who can make you come like i do?”

“no one. 's just you, stevie. just you”

“then show me”

and you do, almost immediately

still pressed between him and the mattress, your body twitches and trembles beneath him

your fluttering pussy around his cock coupled with idea that “no one makes you come like he does” has him not too far behind you

you feel his hips speed up and stutter as he spits several loads of his come within your velvet walls

and even though he was just being so mean to you

steve makes sure to take good care of you after

like he always does <3

he makes sure you’re okay, cleans you up, and gives you some water

you take a lengthy sip and he watches you intently

“still good?”

you nod

“just for the record… i was never gonna fuck eddie.”

“yeah, i know :)”

got any blurb requests? send 'em here if you want! ꒰◍ᐡᐤᐡ◍꒱

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moonstruckme · 2 months

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hello! i saw u were hoping for more eddie requests (or less marauders requests, was what you were getting at i think) n i was wondering if u had any thoughts on summer with eds? maybe night swimming…making out on a towel in the back of his van…lots to consider…

p.s. — ive yet to request anything from you, so this is my first chance to say how much i love your work! 🩷

Okay okay, you guys are wearing me down about writing summer blurbs. Twist my arm! Thanks for requesting love ;)

cw: pg-13 smut, mention of not eating

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 858 words

Eddie’s hair has dried frizzy, which doesn’t give you a lot of hope for yours. His skin is still sun-warm, and you shiver for reasons that are multiplying by the minute, pressing close as he mouths over the dip where your neck meets your shoulder. You’re not sure exactly how you’d ended up in Eddie’s lap. You’d climbed in the back of his van to get a towel, and somehow that towel had ended up spread beneath the both of you, scratching lightly at your bare shins as the sun slips below the horizon and your boyfriend brutalizes your neck. He bites down just this side of too hard, making you gasp.

“Eddie,” you plead, fingers winding in his hair. “We can’t do this here.”

He releases the skin of your neck with a lewd suctioning sound, moving to that place under your ear that gets you melty like a popsicle in July. His hands grip your ass, squeezing indulgently as you squirm in his lap. “Says who?”

“Says—” He kisses that favored spot and your head falls to the side to accommodate him, an embarrassingly needy sound escaping you. “—says, I don’t know—the cops.”

Eddie’s laugh is so raucous he has to pull away. You’re not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. His hands slide to your hips, grounding you as he looks at you with eyes wide and incredulous. “The cops?” he asks.

You swallow, nodding. You have this horrible vision of Jim Hopper himself getting a call about the suspicious van parked by the lake, coming over and shining a flashlight into the open back doors to find you both naked and in the middle of things.

Eddie laughs some more, shoulders shaking with it, and you can’t help but snicker a little too just because he is. “Baby, the cops don’t give a shit about what we’re up to. I’m sure they have better things to do.”

You shoot him a look, because you both know damn well that when Hawkins isn’t being threatened by monsters from a parallel universe, it’s completely dead around here.

“Let’s go back to your place,” you urge. “This towel’s all wet anyway, and I wanna shower.”

Eddie makes himself at home in the juncture of your neck again, kissing lazily. “S’not enough room in my shower for both of us,” he complains.

“We can pick this back up after, I know—shit, Eds—” Without warning, his hand slips up to palm your tit, pushing aside the scant covering of your swimsuit. You try to sound reasonable. “I know I taste like lake water.”

“Mhm. It’s hot.”

“It’s gross.”

“You’re gross.” He pauses, lips lifting momentarily from your shoulder. “Okay, wrong comeback. I’m distracted. It’s not gross, baby.” His grip tightens on you a second before he licks up the side of your neck, holding you in place when you squeal and try to get away. “Mm, yummy lake water.”

“You’re disgusting,” you laugh, leaning back and setting your hands on his shoulders so he can’t try it again.

“Aw, come on.” A thick finger slips under the elastic of your bikini bottoms, tracing a line around your hip as his other hand squeezes your boob lightly. Eddie grins at your tiny inhale. “Have a little fun.”

“Eddie,” you say warningly.

“Yes?” Another finger joins the first, your swimsuit stretching to accommodate them.

“I want to go home.” You imbue your voice with as much firmness as you can. When Eddie pouts, you go for the kill. “I’m getting really hungry.”

Immediately, the wickedness leaves his expression, replaced by a sweet concern. “Yeah?” The elastic of your swimsuit snaps back into place, and you jolt. Eddie flattens his palm over the spot, rubbing apologetically. “I forgot, you barely had anything for lunch. You wanna drive through somewhere?”

“No, I can make it until we get home,” you say softly, backpedaling a bit in the face of his caring. “I’m not dying, just a little hungry.”

Eddie’s mouth pulls to one side. “You sure, sweet thing? It’s a bit of a drive back. We could grab McDonalds.” Your eyes widen, and his grin makes a return, this time crooked and dorky. “Yeah?”

“That sounds amazing,” you admit. “Do you think they’ll give me a hashbrown even though it’s not breakfast yet?”

“I’ll make sure they do.” He eases you off his lap, reaching over to close the back doors. You start looking around for your flip-flops. “I think they’re serving breakfast all day now anyways.”

“Ugh, awesome.” You imagine the greasy taste, and your mouth floods with saliva. Shit, you actually are pretty hungry. Eddie climbs into the front seat, reaching for your elbow to help you over the console behind him. The material of the seatbelt feels warm and rough against your skin. “Just to be clear,” you say, “I didn’t mean that I wasn’t having a good time. We still should have a re-do later, after food and showers.”

Eddie huffs a laugh, turning the keys in the ignition so the van rumbles to life underneath you. “No need for a re-do, baby. We’re just having an intermission.”

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watermelonlovershigh · 2 months

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"Y/n, I really want a baby!" /blurb/

AN: i started writing this the same day Gemma announced she had a baby but you know me, i'm a slow writer and proofreader. so sorry it took me a few days to have it finished and posted. hope you enjoy and make sure to leave your feedback. xoxo

This story contains: talks of wanting a baby, heavy persuasion, small smut scene, breeding kink maybe?

{ husbandrry - soft!harry - uncle!harry - current harry era }

word count- 1,484

After the pregnancy announcement of Harry's older sister Gemma, Harry has become sick with the case of baby fever and tries to convince you over and over to start having children now rather then later.

Ever since Harry has become an uncle to his sister Gemma's new little baby girl, he's had massive baby fever. And it's not like you're opposed to having a baby with Harry. Of course you want a baby with your husband of a year, boyfriend of nearly eight years. But your original plan was to wait for another year or two and that's what you were hoping to stick to. But Harry is mighty convincing.

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Gemma had invited you and Harry over to her little house back in Holmes Chapel that she shares with her long time boyfriend, Michal. Harry's been finished touring for about a month now so you had a bunch of free time to make the drive up there. When you arrived, you got the sense something was up. There was this sneakiness in the air that you couldn't ignore.

But that all ended after your dinner, as you sat on Gemma's nice plush couch, when she looks to you and then to Harry before blurting out, "We're having a baby."

Harry's eyes nearly bug out his head and he shouts, "What! Oh My God!!" He stood up from his spot on the couch as Gemma shook her head yes and walked over towards her, giving his big sister a big, warm hug. You allowed the brother - sister duo to have a moment before also standing up.

Once Gemma parted from the hug she had with her baby brother, because Harry never breaks hugs first, she reaches out to embrace you in a hug. "Oh My God, congratulations. To you both. I'm so excited for you guys."

Gemma whispers a, "Thank you." in your left ear before stepping back again.

After giving Michal a quick hug as well, Harry questions, "Wait, does Mum know?" His face is still in complete shock.

Gemma nods and responds, "Yeah, she was the second person I told. First being Michal of course. "

You each sit down again and continue the conversation, "I bet Anne sobbed when you told her."

Giggling, Gemma replies, "Oh yes. She first shouted in surprise, quite like Harry did, then cried. It was adorable and sweet."

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Later that night on your drive back home to London, you look over to the driver's seat and notice Harry has tears in his eyes. You can only see that in the dark because the street lights are reflecting off his shiny eyes. Quietly, you coo, "Harry, what's wrong? Why are your eyes all watery?"

He turns his head to look at you quickly before watching the road again, then answering, "S'just, m'so happy for Gemma. M'gonna be an uncle. But then it got me thinkin', one day m'gonna be a dad and m'gonna get to hold our small baby and care for it and love on it. They get to call me dad. Y/n, I really want a baby." After saying that last sentence, Harry lets a full blown sob come out. One that you debate whether or not to have him pull over because you don't want him to crash the car.

"Oh baby," you say in a gentle tone, reaching over the center console to run your hand soothingly up and down his arm, "it's okay. You're gonna be the best uncle to your niece or nephew and the best dad to our kids one day."

"But what if I don't want to wait for one day? What if I want kids now? Y/n, can we start tryin' for a baby?"

You giggle at his eagerness and respond, "We said another year or two, remember. But I'll consider bringing the wait time lower. Just let me have time to think on it.

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A couple weeks have gone by since Harry found out he was gonna be an uncle and his baby fever has yet to go away. You haven't gave him an answer on whether or not you want to start trying right now and Harry hasn't brought it back up either. He didn't want to bother or pressure you with answering such a big question. But, he has been bringing more persuasive hints your way.

For instance, the other day you were walking in the park and Harry spotted a little girl running up into her daddy's arms. Harry gets your attention at the sight and whispers, "Can you imagine, our little girl or boy runnin' into my arms? Where they know they'll be safe and loved. Of course your arms too but them feelin' love from their daddy is somethin' extra special."

And the imagine of that does get your ovaries tingling, you can't lie. Just picturing your child running into Harry's arms after a day at school, or after getting a little scrape on the knee, or when someone was being rude to them on the playground. Knowing their daddy will love and keep them safe. Ugh, maybe you do want a baby now.

Another time Harry has shown his baby fever recently is in bed. Right now you're on birth control so you still get to have raw sex and Harry takes advantage of that. Whispering in your ear while making love, "Gonna put a baby inside of you. Fill you up with my cum and give you all the babies in the world."

You breathed out while holding his body closer to yours, "You know I'm..... I'm on birth control, right?"

"Don't remind me. Let me just pretend, alright." Harry mutters while thrusting in to you with love and care. Obviously he knows you're on birth control and he'd never interfere with your medication knowing it's something you requested to be on for the time being. But that doesn't mean he can't pretend he's knocking you up.

And it's something Harry does, not just that time but several times following. Really every time you have sex after Gemma's pregnancy announcement where he got baby fever.

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What the final straw was to make you want kids now rather than wait until later was when Harry's niece was born and you saw Harry interact with her for the first time. A day after Gemma had given birth, she allowed you and Harry to come visit. Anne had visited first, obviously since she's the mum and grandma, but next it was you two.

When you walked into the hospital room filled with pink balloons and flowers, you saw Gemma propped up in bed with her baby cuddled to her chest. Michal sitting next to the bed in a chair. Gemma waves you both over and asks Michal to grab the baby from her arms and hand her to one of you. (you and harry washed your hands before entering the hospital room) He offers the baby to you first but you shake your head no and say, "Let Harry hold her first."

Michal hands over his baby girl to Harry and it's like some kind of instinct comes forth with how natural he makes it look holding a day old baby. Looking down at the small baby in his arms, Harry coos shakily, clear emotions in his voice, "Oh My God, Gemma, she's beautiful. So small and delicate."

The view in front of you was the best sight you think you've ever seen. Your husband holding his baby niece for the first time. And now all you can picture is you in that hospital bed, looking over at Harry but instead of his niece, he's holding your baby. The one you created together with the love you made. Maybe even doing some skin to skin contact.

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On your drive back home from the hospital, you blurt out, "Harry, I want a baby. Like right now." Harry nearly crashes the vehical. He has to actually pull over so he can make sure he heard you correctly.

"Y/n, what'd you say?"

"You heard me correctly, H. I want a baby right now. Not in a year or two. Seeing you with your niece today did something to me. Made my ovaries flutter and this big desire to see you holding our baby. A baby we made together." you explain softly.

Not thinking twice, Harry surges forward and crashes his lips to your. One hand cradles your face while the other settles on your thigh over the center console. Then breaking away to catch his breath, Harry smiles wide and speaks, "Yeah, you wanna make a baby together? When we get home m'gonna stuff you full of m'cum and get you so fuckin' pregnant."

His words turn you on beyond belief. And though you took your birth control this morning, you know tomorrow you're flushing the rest down the toilet. Harry knows the likelihood of getting you pregnant tonight is unlikely because you took your birth control today, but that isn't going to stop him from fucking you until his seed eventually sticks. Whether that takes days, months, or years.

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marlenesluv · 7 months

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Stress Relief. (OP)

summary: oscar has had a rough day at the track, but he comes home to his girlfriend to help him destress.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader (dating)

warnings: smut, 18+ only, mdni!, oral (fem!receiving), fingering

note: first smut on here! kinda random but i just had a thought and wanted to make a little thing blurb. i know it's kinda short, i'll write something else soon with more plot, lol. i hope it's decent :/

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Qualifying day was always something that you attended. Showing up with Oscar, holding hands through the paddock, talking with his engineers, but you had an unfortunate amount of work to get done. Being a personal assistant for the head of a business firm was fun, in theory.

Your phone was going off every five minutes with emails, and texts, calls, and reminders. Your laptop glued to your side, as well as your ipad, and today was the worst it had been in months.

Big projects coming up and documents had to be read over, slides gone through, speeches double- no, triple checked, and emails responded to the second they came through.

Obviously, Oscar was a little bummed that you couldn’t make it, but work was first, and he had no problem attending alone, as long as he got to see you when it was over.

And he did. Unfortunately, the circumstances sucked. You weren’t able to have the tv on the race, you were mostly on facetimes with people, and you had to be in your office. So you were unable to see how his car had completely shit out. Brakes broken and balance off, as well as a loose tire, he was out fast. Meaning he would start at the back on race day.

“Y/N?” Oscar called out, about to call you again when he saw you. You. Wearing his favorite hoodie, eating strawberries, and scrolling through the Formula 1 app for updates.

He came over to the sofa, making you look up and part your lips to talk, but no words came out. Defeated, that was the only word that came to mind when you looked at your boyfriend. And what was worse? Lando had placed p2 in qualifying, meaning his press after sucked.

“Hey…” You frowned and greeted him back, not knowing his mind right now. Upset, yes, but you didn’t know if he wanted a kiss, a hug, or-

Your mind went numb as he pulled your bowl away, as well as your phone, turning it off and placing it on the charger on the side table. Blinking up at him, he bit his bottom lip as his eyes got a little darker.

“I’m sorry, Osc. Do you want me to-“ He cut you off with a kiss before you could even finish your sentence. Gasping into the kiss, he slid his tongue in your mouth.

You grabbed his hair, pulling him closer just as he broke away and smiled at your pout.

He got down on his knees in-front of you, in-front of the couch, “It’s okay, princess. Just relax, ok?” Oscar pulled your shorts down, as you nodded, releasing a deep breath.

Slowly, he lowered his lips, softly kissing your thighs as you let out soft moans that were barely audible. His kisses traveled up, closer to your core where you needed him most.

Shallow breaths filled the room as he traced his finger over your underwear, on top of your clit. "Please, Oscar." You whined, moving your hips closer to him.

The way the sunset glow was shining on his face made you all the more needy for him. He knew this, smiling at you through hooded eyes as he pulled your underwear down with his fingers, tossing them on the floor.

"Are you going to be good for me tonight, doll?" His accent seemed more prominent when he was turned on, which just made you moan out and buck your hips.

"Are you?" He asked again, fingers tracing patterns on your inner thighs.

"Yes, please. I need you..." Your eyes welled up a bit, desperate for his touch.

"You need me? Hm, well, if you need me-" Cutting himself off, he placed a kiss to your clit.

His hands held your hips down as he continued to place sporadic kisses to your core. If you let him, he would stay down there for hours, maybe even days. You never failed to make him feel safe and happy. All he needed was you.

Your hands traveled down once more, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer. Letting out a moan on your clit, you jerked, feeling the vibrations at what seemed to be a heightened feeling.

He started to kitten lick, making you moan louder and throw your head back. Never wanting to lose eye contact, he tugged your hand that was on his hair, making your look down.

Raising his head, he spoke, "Eyes on me, beautiful, or you don't get to cum."

This gained your attention, now holding eye contact as he continued his ministrations. He boldly licked down to your hole, and back up before adding two fingers to the mix.

His fingers probed and eventually sunk in, making you moan out and clench around him. Oscar had no intention of actually fucking you tonight. All he wanted was to make you cum from his tongue and fingers, proving to himself, and you, that he was better than his p18 in qualifying. Your pleasure was above all else in his mind.

As your high was in sight, your stomach clenched, which he noticed straight away. His fingers still moved in and out at a fast pace, occasionally blowing cold air on your clit to add extra stimulation.

"Oscar- I'm gonna-" You moaned, unable to finish your sentence.

"I know, doll. It's okay, let go for me." He soothed, never letting up as his tongue went back to your clit.

When you reached your high, your hands grabbed the couch cushions and your toes curled.

Oscar helped you ride out your high, slowly licking and rubbing your calves as he pulled back. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand and sucking his fingers clean, he got up and wen to the bathroom.

Your eyes could barely stay awake as you felt a warm wash cloth on your legs and core, wiping you down and making sure you were clean. He then put a clean pair of his boxers on you and a new pair for him as well.

Oscar sat down beside you and pulled you to lay down on his chest on the couch, pulling a blanket over you two.

"Thank you, Osc. Don't you want me to-" He stopped you with a kiss, "I'm okay, tomorrow maybe. Lets just cuddle. Please."

You could tell he was exhausted from his day, so you agreed, nestling your head in his neck as he turned the television back onto your show. He kissed your head as you both drifted off to sleep.

No matter how much racing could frustrate him, he could always count on you to help him destress.

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gimmeurtmi · 1 year

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when are you coming home? — seungmin

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

tags: friends to lovers, situationship-ish, boys on tour, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, sexting, dirty talk, undefined relationship status, lewds, a painfully obvious hand kink that is not a reflection on me in any way shape or form 🙃, alcohol, drunk!reader, phone calls, fingering, countless cockblocking, mention of toys.

inspo: ……hands.

wc — 4384

notes: this was supposed to be a short blurb. also ty to @lino-nyangi for giving me the confidence to finish this 🫶🏻

you were a fool. a complete fool.

you just made out with your friend the night before he goes away for his world tour for a good few months. you just ruined your friendship, put yourself in a horrible situation that won’t be resolved until he comes home, risking the chance of him coming back and being too awkward to even talk to you.

all because you were thinking with your heart (and maybe your pussy was making some good points too) and not your brain. your brain would’ve said to stop. it did say to stop.

but you chose to focus on kim seungmin’s lips instead.

it wasn’t like he didn’t kiss you back… in fact, he was the one who grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap. he was the one who slid his tongue into your mouth. he was the one who said your name softly as you pulled away.

and you were the one with a cockblock of a roommate who had to call you at that exact moment to say they forgot their keys and they’re stuck outside in the cold.

looking down at seungmin’s puppy eyes made it near impossible to care about your friend’s wellbeing, but you snapped out of it and sighed.

“i need to go home,” you said, hands flat against seungmin’s chest.

he nodded at you, jaw clenched lightly before he sighed the tension away. then he smiled.

“do you need me to walk you?”

“no, it’s okay, they’re so desperate to get out of the cold that they’re calling me a taxi.”

“when’s it getting here?” he asked, and you noticed his hands were still firmly on your hips. they were warm, which made it impossible to miss just how much of your skin was covered by their warmth.

you looked down at your phone and the tracker map, the taxi was still seven minutes away.

“then come here,” he mumbled, snaking a hand onto your cheek and pulling you back to his lips.

his lips were so soft, and he tasted of the cupcakes you were eating when you watched that movie together—right now you couldn’t even remember the plot of it. all you could think about was the sweet coffee frosting and the way his tongue moved so skilfully against yours. all you could think about was his firm chest against your palms, the way you couldn’t quite tell who’s heart beat you were feeling underneath them.

and then your phone rang again and it was the driver and you grabbed your things and seungmin walked you outside and you wished him good luck on his tour and then you were gone and the next day he was gone and it’s been a week and not a single word from him.

when you finished all your work that day and retrieved your phone from where you were charging it you saw a few new messages.

seung: tour has been super busy so far i don’t think i’ve slept more than six hours this week

seung: if i dissociate hard enough does that count as a nap?

seung: also tell ur roommate they’re on my hit list now

you: why are they on ur hit list????

you: and please sleep minnie

seung: i can’t believe they ruined my one shot

you: wdym

seung: the thought of you kissing me won’t leave my head

seung: since chan’s bday party it’s all i wanted

seung: then i get that and you’re gone

you: you’re gone too mate you’re in fucking thailand

seung: and if i wasn’t in thailand?

you: what..?

seung: if i was home now. what would happen?

you take in a deep breath before you type your next words, a tingling sensation running through the tips of your fingers.

you: if it was up to me?

you: something something your fingers

seung: i don’t speak shy

you: you’re gonna make me say it??

seung: only if you want me to do it

you: kim seungmin

seung: no need to be so formal

you: if you were home now i think it would be nice if your fingers were inside me while we kissed some more

you: if that’s something you wanted ofc

seung: fuck

seung: yeah yeah that’s something i want

seung: that’s something i really really want

seung: i need to go soundcheck now fuck

seung: will be thinking of that forever thanks

you fell asleep with your phone still in your hand, trying to distract yourself with tiktoks until seungmin had another spare moment for you. but that moment only came at 5:47 am when he texted you saying he had no idea what to have for dinner. you asked him what he ended up getting to which he only replied ten hours later.

you were used to communicating like this with him. when he was on tour he was always busy, going from one place to the next and doing interviews and shows, and of course, timezones played a part too. but you noticed this time he was making more of an effort, always texting you random details about his day when he had the chance.

and you did the same for him in return, always snapping pictures of your lunch and sometimes of your outfits too.

before you kissed him, he’d just say normal things. friend things. like “that looks cute!” and “why are you wearing a hat it’s winter”.

now he’s a bit more forward. or maybe it was because you innocently snapped a picture that showed off your body pretty well, in an outfit that was meant to do the same.

seung: where are you going?

you: to the clubs!

seung: yeah you look hot like that

you: thanks

seung: you gonna shoot your shot?

you: i already did

seung: and how did that turn out?

you: got kissed and then abandoned :(

seung: who would do that

you: some guy who cares more about his fans than he cares about me

seung: that is so not true

seung: promise me something?

you: what….

seung: don’t kiss anyone or flirt with anyone

seung: please

you: seung. what is that supposed to mean?

seung: that outfit is gonna drive me crazy

seung: ur body

seung: u could get anyone you wanted you know that?

you: way to avoid the question

seung: it’s all the media training :)

you: i’m not gonna promise anything if you don’t give me a reason

seung: goddamit you know the reason

seung: just… please.

you: seungmin.

seung: i just don’t think it would be fair. i’m not there to beat the other people to it

you: what other people?

seung: i wanna be the only one

it was around two in the morning when you arrived home, the alcohol still rushing through your body and blurring your vision slightly. even though you didn’t make any promises to seungmin, there wasn’t any reason to. no one has been able to catch your attention ever since you first started developing a crush on him, and after kissing him (and the constant flirting since) it was obvious to you you didn’t want anyone else. but seungmin didn’t need to know that yet.

you texted him to tell him you were home, like he asked you too, and a few moments later an incoming facetime call drew your attention to your phone.

you quickly answered it.

“minnie!” you slurred, waving at the camera enthusiastically.

“drunk?” he chuckled.

“obviously,” you rolled your eyes.

it was then you noticed he was wearing his stage outfit, spotting his overalls and jewellery and in-ears.

“you look so good,” you groaned. he laughed. “when’s the show?”

“in like two hours,” he nodded, looking to the side to supposedly check the time. but all you saw was his jaw.

“woah,” you sighed, “god.”

“huh?”

“you’re so hot,”

“you’re still in that outfit,” he retorted.

“well, i can take it off if you really want,” you said before you could even register what you were thinking.

seungmin jumped in his seat, eyes wide and staring at you.

“if i take my shirt off will you give me something in return?”

“huh?” was all he managed.

“can you show me your hands?”

“yeah, yeah,” he stuttered, “anything you want. but—“

you crossed your arms in front of you, rolling the bottom of your shirt up your stomach before seungmin put his hand up as if saying stop. so you did.

“what is it?”

“you’re drunk and i shouldn’t let you.”

“you don’t wanna see my tits?” you grabbed them, drawing his undivided attention to your chest.

“god, how much i want that,” he grumbled. “but not like this. i wanna see you for the first time when i get home.”

you pouted at him, which sent even more of his blood rushing towards his dick. he clenched his jaw tightly.

“did you keep your promise?” he decided to change the subject.

you nodded quickly. “obviously. wouldn’t wanna fuck anyone that isn’t you.”

evidently, any filter you had had drowned in the alcohol and was now rendered useless.

seungmin gaped at you.

“you want us to fuck?”

“so bad,” you groaned, “like, if i was there and you just had two hours to chill i’d beg you to fuck me in your dressing room.”

“you’re trying to kill me,” seungmin mumbled.

“you know ever since chan’s party i think of you when i touch myself,” you said, casually.

so casually that seungmin was left to blink at you as the words registered in his brain.

“what do you think about?”

“i dunno,” you shrugged, bringing a finger to your collarbone subconsciously, “just… being with you.”

“oh, like—“ but before seungmin could say anything else han walked into his room, speaking loudly about something to do with the food he found for lunch.

you said hello to jisung and talked to him for a few more minutes before felix came into the room as well.

you could see seungmin’s side eye at his members, and it made you giggle loudly, but neither of them focused on that too much when they realised you were just drunk.

after a catch up with felix you decided you were tired and went to bed.

seungmin couldn’t believe how bad his luck is.

seungmin’s wish to see you for the first time in person was quickly forgotten. the more times you asked him if he wanted to see you, the more he considered just how long it was gonna be before he came home. so when you suggested it again on one of your two am facetime calls, seungmin let out a breathy “please.”

he bit his lip, smiling cheekily at you as he watched you through the screen running your hands up and down your chest.

he brought his thumb to his lips, mumbling something as he clearly wasn’t focusing on your face.

“what was that?”

“you’re so beautiful,” he said, rolling his eyes in frustration. “i wish i was there.”

“only a few more weeks, minnie,” you reminded him, shifting around to show off a better angle of your body.

“i wanna touch you and hold you and kiss you and fuck you and—“ he groaned again, “—this is so unfair. why can’t you come out here?”

“because—“

“—i’ll pay for everything, we’ll book a room for you and whatever you need.”

“i can’t ask work to just let me go next week.”

“then the week after?”

“i need to ask like six months in advance,” you sighed.

“that’s such bullshit. quit your job and come on tour with us.”

“and you’ll pay my rent and my bills and my t—“

“i’ll pay for everything,” he repeated. and although it gave you butterflies you knew that wasn’t realistic. you couldn’t ask that of him, and besides, you didn’t want that. you did want to see him, but you also had your life. and that came first.

“whatever you say, minnie,” you dropped it quickly.

“okay,” he knew to drop it as well, blinking the bangs away from his eyes as his gaze settled back on your face.

“i do really miss you. regardless of all the things we’ve been talking about lately. i wanna hang out with you again.”

“yeah,” you smiled at him, “i miss you, too. when are you coming home?”

the tour was coming to an end, the last few shows left. you still talked to seungmin almost every day, about work and your life and his life and the tour and everything in between. and most nights it would end up with most of your clothes off in front of each other, whispering dirty things down the phone.

with only a couple weeks left, you were really starting to lose your patience. you felt a longing for seungmin, which wasn’t new, but with it being obvious that the only thing in your way now was distance it drove you insane. you dreamt about him and thought about him and wanted him.

you never thought your stupid kiss would lead to anything other than awkwardness, but making your feelings known to seungmin was all he needed to push him out of the pining phase and into the chasing the girl he liked phase.

as you were eating your breakfast you opened your social media and started scrolling aimlessly; until you gasped, finger hovering above your screen as you stopped on seungmin’s latest instagram post. you weren’t even sure if he was trying to take a picture of his face at all—when all anyone could see was his hands.

his really really beautiful hands.

without even thinking about it you opened your chat with him and typed out a quick message. before you could overthink it you switch back to the pictures, admiring them in their full glory.

you: kim seungmin.

seung: either you’re mad at something or you opened instagram

you: so it was an intentional attack i see

seung: yes

seung: planned and executed to perfection

you: and what might this attack be in retaliation too?

seung: had a dirty dream about you

seung: needed your attention

you: could’ve just asked????

seung: not as fun

you: what was your dream about?

next came a voice message. you squeezed your thighs without even realising it, anticipation crawling up your skin as you pressed play.

seungmin went into great detail about a date in one of the fancy restaurants he visited in japan recently, about how cute you looked and that felix was your waiter and there were only cupcakes on the menu.

and then he laughed, deep and slow, before he said, “and you just dragged me to the roof of that restaurant and begged me. you were on your knees and everything.”

you started typing, urging him to tell you more about this dream of his when another message came through.

“as soon as i touched you i woke up, which is ironic considering we keep getting cockblocked by someone.”

“felix would be a good waiter,” you recorded back, “but i wouldn’t trust him with a tower of cups.”

“is that your main takeaway?” he laughed loudly. you could almost picture him covering his smile with his hand.

“sucking you off on a roof would be cool,” you shrugged, even if he couldn’t see it.

his laughed echoed through your ears before he wished you a good day, and told you to eat lots of food.

you knew seungmin was back home when he called you through his normal number and not his apple id.

“what are your plans tonight?” he asked, before saying hello or anything else.

“i’m having dinner with my friends,” you said.

“do you want me to pick you up after?”

“no,” you let the silence stretch for a second or two before adding, “it’s close to yours so i’ll just come over after?”

“you had to be a little shit, huh?” you can hear his smirk. you’ve grown so used to only hearing him, and sometimes seeing him through your phone, your heart races at the idea of getting to see him in front of you.

it’s eight hours later when you knock on seungmin’s door.

he opened the door, your chest rising as you took in a deep breath. his hair looked much brighter in person, and he was a little more tan than the pictures showed. and he was smiling at you as he flicked his bangs away from his face.

“hello,” he said, formally, bowing at you.

you slapped his chest, pushing past him as you toed off your shoes and walked inside.

“you have no manners,” he tsked at you, as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.

“i missed you,” you mumbled into his hoodie, locking your arms behind his back and squeezing him closer to you.

you could feel his chin resting against your head, his thumb rubbing against your shoulder.

and then his finger wrapped around your chin as he brought your face up to his, brushing your lips together.

he pulled away, ever so slightly, smiling softly down at you.

“hi,” he grinned.

“hi,” you sighed.

he brought his hand to your cheek, pulling you in closer, kissing you passionately. it was as if all those months apart was leading to this moment, to the what if you never had to leave that first night you kissed him.

somehow you got pinned against the kitchen counter, and then seungmin grabbed onto your thighs, mumbling a soft “up,” against your lips before he lifted you onto the cold marble.

he slotted himself easily between your legs, his arms caging your body from either side.

“wait,” you said, pushing at his shoulders. the pair of you caught your breaths, looking at each other with nothing but want. but as soon as you pushed him away seungmin straightened himself up, creating more distance between you.

“where are the boys?”

“out,” seungmin nodded, “i told them not to come back without warning.”

you laughed loudly at that. “so we’re not getting cockblocked this time?”

“we most definitely are,” he sighed dramatically, “but this time it won’t be seconds before i take my dick out.”

the memory from that one call in melbourne was still painful in your mind, hyunjin coming into seungmin’s room at the worst possible moment. but at least the pair of you could laugh about it now.

“let’s test that theory,” you grinned, running your hand down his shoulder and all the way to the band of his sweats. you gripped it as you pulled him closer to you.

seungmin’s eyes gaped at you, his jaw dropping slightly before he started laughing.

you locked eyes with him, silently asking him if you could keep going. the eager look in his eyes was enough to tell you to cup him through his sweats.

he brought his hands to your knees, gliding them upwards before he grabbed your thighs and pushed them open.

you captured his lips in yours, a small groan leaving his lips as you started palming him through the soft material, his cock hardening under your touch.

seungmin wasted no time in returning the favour, running his thumb up and down your core as the kiss got more passionate, more sloppy.

“bedroom?” he asked when you pulled away for air.

you practically jumped off the counter, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards his bedroom.

his suitcase still stood in the corner of the room but you didn’t say anything about it, mainly because seungmin lifted you up and placed you in the middle of the bed before you registered what was going on.

then his lips were on yours again, and so were his hips, and the pair of you moved against each other—small moans filling the room.

“god, i can’t believe this,” he mumbled against your skin, kissing your neck and jaw as his hand inched closer to your chest. “i waited so long for this.”

“me too, minnie,” you nodded, grabbing his hand and kissing his palm. “want your hands.”

“where do you want them?” he smirked, watching in awe as you started kissing his knuckles, his fingers, his wrist.

“anywhere,” you giggled, “everywhere.”

“like them that much?” he raised his eyebrows, grinding his hips into yours. the pressure was just right, a loud moan leaving your lips. seungmin repeated his actions, eyes locked on your lips as you kept kissing every part of his hand you could.

his other hand slid underneath your shirt, grabbing your chest as he rolled your nipple between his fingers.

you arched your back at the pleasure, neglecting your task of admiring his hand.

“y/n,” he called your attention, finger running against your lips, “focus, yeah?”

you nodded, kissing the tip of his finger. you weren’t sure what possessed you to do what you did next, but you slowly opened your mouth and let his finger fall against your tongue. then you sucked on it, giggling slightly at seungmin’s bewilderment.

he only started moving faster, urged on by your muffled moans, before he scrunched your shirt all the way up and started kissing your chest.

“seung,” you breathed, slipping your hand into his hair. you didn’t need to tell him anything else as he slowly wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and licking and smiling as you arched your back in response.

he planted more kisses against your chest and then your stomach and then over your leggings, where the wet patch was getting embarrassingly visible.

“want my fingers here, bubs?” he asked, carefully, running a light finger over the spot you seemed to enjoy the most.

you nodded eagerly.

he slipped his hand into your underwear, smirking at you as he slowly rubbed the tip of his finger around your entrance.

“wet…” he mumbled softly, “wet and warm.”

“minnie, please,” you bucked your hips up.

he clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“i know what you want,” he kissed your cheek, “so just trust that i’ll give it to you.”

“but,” you sighed, “waited so long.”

“what’s another five minutes then?” he smiled, rubbing up and down your folds.

“you were gone for weeks,” you complained, but it fell short when his finger rubbed your clit softly and you gasped desperately.

“and i wanted you for months,” he said, face inches away from yours. “god, i’ve wanted you for ages. thought about you all the time, wishing i could have you.”

“then have me, seungmin, stop teasing,” you whined.

he clicked his tongue again. “payback and all.”

“how is it payback when i wanted you too?” you exclaimed, laughing airily.

“didn’t say anything,” he shrugs, “so i’m teaching you to use your words better. for next time.”

“next time?” you blinked.

“mhm,” he started circling your entrance again, pushing his finger in slowly, “next time.”

he sunk his finger all the way inside you, the length enough that you could feel a pressure in your stomach. and although seungmin really wanted to keep teasing you, the reaction he got was too good—and so he pushed his fingers in again and again and again until you were chanting at him not to stop.

and then you came all over his fingers.

seungmin softly kissed your shoulder as you caught your breath, brushing your hair out of your face. he slowly pulled his fingers away, delicately, and was about to grab a tissue from his nightstand before you grabbed his wrist.

he looked at you questioningly, his jaw dropping when you brought his fingers to your mouth again and licked them clean.

“holy fuck,” he chuckled. “i fucking—“

and then his phone rang. “oh, im gonna kill someone. yeah, im going to kill them.”

you chuckled at him when you looked over at his phone and spotted felix’s caller id.

seungmin answered, huffing out a sound as a greeting. “cool, thanks.”

he threw his phone into the pillow before he collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your chest. “they’re on the way back now.”

you soothed his grumbling, running your hands across his shoulder softly.

“that’s okay. do you wanna watch a movie now?”

after you cleaned yourself up the pair of you migrated to the living room, putting on a movie you both watched before as you snuggled closer to seungmin’s chest. he had his arm around your shoulder, his finger playing with your hair.

even though the movie was playing, and you were supposed to act normal, you still spent your time kissing his knuckles—unable to just not when his hands were so beautiful. seungmin laughed at you for it.

when the boys got back, jeongin made a comment at how he thought seungmin was actually getting some and that’s why they were asked to leave.

“thanks for that,” seungmin said, sarcastically. the boys didn’t notice how you buried yourself in the blanket as a blush crept up your neck.

the next day seungmin told you he was leaving again in two days for some fansign event for their album. it wasn’t an airplane away, but it was far, and he wouldn’t be back for a few days.

“but don’t worry, i got you something to make up for it.”

“you got me something?” you gasped. “no, you didn’t need to at all!”

“it’s for me too,” he smirked at you.

just then the waiter came around to ask for your orders.

“what does that mean?” you whispered after they left.

“you’ll see. it’s getting posted to yours.”

three days later, after sending seungmin a selfie on your walk home so he could see you were safe, you found a package by your door.

you quickly opened it, knowing it was seungmin’s gift as you didn’t order anything.

you felt your whole body tingle when you realised what it was. an app controlled vibrator.

you: kim seungmin.

seung <3: it isn’t my hands, but think you wanna use it?

you: yes!!!!! but only if you still send me mirror selfies.

seung <3: obvs. tell me when to turn it on babe

you: you’re gonna use this for evil, huh?

seung <3: don’t act like we’ve just met

you: ugh. menace

seung <3: your menace 😗

you: …

you: i hate you.

you: when are you coming home?

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whatthefishh · 10 months

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I’m so ashamed to be requesting this… but I’ve been looking everywhere for a shower smut with Miguel O’Hara and I feel like I can trust you not to let me down😩😩😭 if you can, ONLY if you can I don’t wanna be a bother.

Hey, no need to be ashamed haha! That’s so sweet of you, thank you for trusting me with this 😉 and I hope this short blurb doesn’t let you down… I wrote this instead of focusing on my assignment lol!

Miguel smut under the cut, 18+ only

Your muscles were aching, the hot water spraying down your back helping to release some of the tension there. You had a long day and couldn’t wait to get home for some down time, and a hot shower was the perfect start to your relaxing evening. You hear the bathroom door open and the blurry large shadow of Miguel in the doorway. You know it’s him just by his sheer size, nobody else you knew took up that much space.

“Mig, can you grab me a towel? I forgot!” You shout, turning to rinse the shampoo out of your hair.

“You always forget,” he grumbles lowly, thinking you can’t hear him but he’s closer now.

“Yeah, I know I know, can you just get me— no, no! You can’t just—!”

It was too late. Miguel had stripped his clothes in record time — or maybe he walked into the bathroom already naked — and joined you in the shower, his height effectively blocking the water from spraying on you as his broad frame took up most of the shower space.

“You got me all wet, nena,” he says looking down at you, slowly backing you against the tile wall behind you.

“I didn’t tell you to come inside…”

He sniffs out a laugh.

“Actually—“

“Shut up. Just shut up.”

Reaching a hand up to pull him by the neck down, down, down to meet your lips, your tongues collide hotly under the spray of hot water. Pretty soon, you’re a moaning mess under his skillful tongue and roaming hands, lost in the sensation of your lover’s touch.

Miguel lifts you against the tiles and you gasp into his mouth at the cool wall against your back while he groans at the feeling of his hard cock bobbing against your core. He’s rubbing himself against you, effectively making you drip for him while the water ran down his back.

Both of you were wet now.

Removing himself from your lips for a moment, he rests his forehead against yours to look into your eyes and smile, a rare one, a real one. You don’t see this one often.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Tan buena que eres conmigo,” Mig tells you quietly before lining up his fat tip with your entrance and slowly pushing forward, kissing you again when you start moaning at the intrusion.

It’s always a stretch, no matter how much he tries to prep you. Inch by thick inch, he bullies his way into your cunt, massaging your breasts and mouthing at them to distract you. The sound when his lips wrap around your slippery skin is sinful, popping off your peaks with a satisfied hum while your chest heaves from everything you’re feeling.

He’s everywhere, around you and inside you all at once. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

Once he bottoms out, he waits for your go ahead, a small nod while you rest your head against the cool tiles has him starting to pull out nefariously slow, intent on making you loose and pliant by the end of the session. Bucking his hips, he fills you again and again, pressing your body into the shower wall and grunting on every pass.

The water was already hot and the way he’s fucking you has you burning up, the coil tightening in your belly so much that you’re about to pass out. He notices your breath coming out shallower.

“Needed me to loosen you up, isn’t that right nena? Uh huh?”

You’re whining incoherently, eyes shut against the tiles as he plows into your pussy. You try to answer him but all that comes out are pathetic noises that you know only feed his ego.

“What was that, baby? You’re close, aren’t you, can feel you— ahhhhh!” He groans out loud when you finally gush around his girth, body shuddering in his arms.

Completely reliant on his strength to hold you up — the way you’re impaled on him also helping — you let go. Utterly and entirely, you let yourself go in his arms, trusting him to take care of you.

Gripping your ass as he holds you up, Miguel continues to fuck into your fluttering hole, bucking his hips untimely as he nears his own end after feeling yours. His growls and grunts are bordering on animalistic, the smooth golden planes of his body catching your eyes as you ride out his assault on your pussy. The way his biceps ripple when he flexes his hands holding you up, the way the vein in his neck throbs when he’s breathing heavily, the way his abs flutter when he’s close to cumming —

He’s absolutely stunning, and he’s all yours.

And he’s making you his, coming inside you and pressing his hips into yours, after essentially drilling you into the shower wall, he holds you there while groaning through his release.

The stress you were carrying was all gone, replaced with everything Miguel. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your evening with him.

S/o to my translator — @xbellaxcarolinax ❤️

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