#“and if you look at your hand it's a nub cause I cut the fingers off >:)”

[fbfh]

Dave Lizewski needs a fat chick. Bro would be sooo lost in the sauce 🥴💖

OOOHHHH BABES lost in the sauce is an UNDERSTATEMENTTTTTTTTTT. he is SO heaven help me by lizzo coded in this. I saw a tiktok that was like "who likes crybaby tops who apologize mid thrust?? (I do)" and lemme tell you that is our boy DAVE but instead of apologizing he is thanking you.

as with ALL nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+ obvs

The first time Dave sees you?? HARD. hard as a goddamn rock every fucking time he sees you. one glance and he's hard for DAYS. he's kind of embarrassed because he thought he wouldn't be so horny by now. He's been doing his vigilante thing in secret for a couple years now, and somehow still has not managed to get any pussy ever. so when he saves you from some purse snatcher or some drunk guy outside of a bar, he's just staring while you thank him. you're worried for a minute, worried he's gonna laugh or make some creepy comment like guys tend to make, but no.

he's looking at you like he's seeing god herself. he's flushed but it's not from the fight. he's pitching a tent that could house a family of four on a weekend camping trip and he's looking at you with this dumb, lovestruck expression, opening and closing his pretty mouth without being able to choke out any words.

it's at that exact moment that you recognize him. kickass, the kickass is Dave, the nerdy guy with a huge obvious crush on you. Maybe you know him cause you've seen him around your college, maybe you're always stopping by his work or vise versa, maybe you've just bumped into each other a few times when you're getting coffee. regardless of how you know him, you know him. you'd know that look anywhere. you thank him with a kiss on the cheek, shamelessly pressing your soft curves against his body while you do, and this motherfucker moans in the middle of the street. He chokes and sputters and tries to cover it up and act all tough, but his voice cracks a little as he tells you to get home safe.

you find him the next day (as Dave of course) and use some flimsy porn sounding excuse to get him alone at your place, one thing leads to another and before you know it he's cumming his pants just from a little kissing and touching. he's so embarrassed and he cannot BELIEVE it when you tell him you think it's cute. you pull him back for more and the rest is history. to say Dave is obsessed with you is an understatement. he loves EEEEEVERYTHING about you. He loves the way you smell and taste and look and feel and sound and... everything. sometimes after a particularly long night of street justice he'll sneak into your place all needy and beat up and he's trying not to cry but he looks so pretty when he does. he goes straight to you. he needs your touch, needs to feel you and hear your voice. you barely have time to patch him up before he's dragging you to bed, cuddling and snuggling into you, burying his face in your tits and groping at you sleepily. you pet his hair and kiss his head and he looks up at you with this hazy, love drunk expression, like everything's okay when he's with you. you're just so perfect. everything about you is perfect, and he just can't resist you.

[beautysamour]

Dick Grayson X Overstimulation ! something where Dick is jealous or a little angry because the protagonist doesn't care about herself Dick is an Overprotective boyfriend

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

— 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“Di—ick,” you squeeze your eyes shut as you start to recover from your orgasm. The bed squeaks in sync with his cock hitting that weak spot inside your pussy.

“Oh, now the pretty girl calls out my name yeah? Fuck—,” he tries to keep his head up as you clench around his cock, “What happened to the other guy, huh?” He shuts his eyes, his dick twitching inside of you as a wet moan leaves your throat.

“He—he doesn’t matter! I wa—hah—was just teasing you,” you arch your back into him, fingers gripping onto the bedsheets as you start to remember how every vein on his cock feels.

He laughs, lowering himself so his torso meets your arched body. He watches the way your face contorts—it’s not enough.

“Ba—baby, I’m clo—!,” your eyes roll to the back of your head, the sound of his balls hitting your ass ringing through your ears, “Oh my…fuck.”

You moan as your knees get pushed to your chest, your boyfriends deeper thrusts causing your heart to stutter, “Dick, Dick—hah, baby, that feels good, that feels soooo—“

“I know, I know,” he smiled sadistically as he watched your eyes cross, he kissed the sides of your ankles as he flicked your nub—what a beautiful sight you were.

Suddenly your body stiffened, “Dick—Dick—! Dick, I’m—cumming!”

He chuckled at the way you gripped onto the bedsheets, as if you would never come back down from cloud nine if you hadn’t. His eyes glimmered with lust as he watched your cum splutter everywhere.

He waits for your eyes to open, waits for you to look at him—“Fuck, baby,” his eyes shut as he feels his cock twitch while your pussy spasms around him. His head drops, his grip on your ankles tightening as his cum mix with yours.

You fight back a moan as you watch him cum, the sight of him reaching his peak making your pussy clench, “You’re so hot.”

He chuckles, eyes still closed as he starts to lower your legs, “Even more than that guy?”

A cocky smirk forms on his face as you try to answer but get cut off by a moan—a moan that he’s responsible for, not that other guy.

“I already told you—,” you choke on your breath as Dick starts to slowly thrust into you again, “—he doesn’t mat—ter to me.”

Wincing as Dick hits your g—spot, you muster all the strength you could, which isn’t much right now, to wrap your legs around his waist, “Only yo—you matter.”

Dick snorts as you look at him through watery eyes, he makes sure to brush his finger against your nub as he hits your sweet spot. He leans down, pressing a kiss on your stomach and leaving a trail as he reaches your neck, “Figured that no one else can make you feel this good?”

The bed squeaks as he moves his hips, you secure your grip around his waist.

“A-also because I lo—love you,” your head tilts back against the pillow as the feeling of pleasure gets mixed in with pain as your pussy twitches around his dick for the nth time.

He pauses for a second at hearing those words—just for a second before his composure comes back—and tears start to fill your vision as your g—spot gets overwhelmed, “I love you too, baby, but,” his hand travels from your pussy to your stomach, and he pushes down locating his cock.

“I need you to forget him, and we have all night for that.”

[seungfl0wer]

From your 1 prompt list: 9 & 46, can we get smut with Jeongin pls ? :)

*We’re Stuck*

Pairing: Jeongin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Pure Smut

Warnings: Public(Ish), Swearing, Receiving (M), Dirty Talk, Choking, Orgasm Denial (F), A Touch of Degrading, Unprotected sex and Cream pie (As always)

Listen- I have no clue why but these prompts instantly made me think of elevator sex- don’t ask me why but it did lol. I hope you enjoy this also thank you for requesting (thank you for requesting jeongin too) Prompts: 9 “I think we are stuck” and 46 “What do you think you’re doing?” From my Prompt list HERE and My Second Prompt List HERE.

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You both rounded the corner to the hotel you were staying at. Jeongin was in a mood and could you really blame him? You two had just left an after party where you had been mercilessly teasing him all night. It started with you “accidentally” grazing his crotch, too full on grinding on him as you sat on his lap. Everytime he tried to take you somewhere to have some alone time you’d make an excuse as to why you couldn’t.

As you two headed to the elevator pressing the 9th floor button Jeongin spun you around kissing you deeply as his hand found its way to cup your face. He pulled away quickly leaving you whining as he reached for the buttons. He pushed the emergency button that stopped the elevator he turned to you with the most devilish smile plastered across his face. Your eyes went wide freaking out a bit cause you hated elevators.

“Babe please I know I was teasing you today but”you said before he cut you off with a hungry kiss. He pushed you against the wall pressing himself in between your legs he smiled against your lips before letting out a teasing “oh no I think we’re stuck.”

Before you could say anything back his lips were smashing into yours again, his tongue darting into your mouth as both of yours and his wrestled for dominance. He took one hand grabbing both of yours and holding them above your head by your wrists. He quickly trained kisses to your neck biting softly at the soft skin. He rolled his hips against you garnering him a moan. “You wanna tease me all day and act like I’m not gonna do something about it?” He said against your skin. He bit down a little harder as he brought his hand up to grab your face to look at him.

“You brought this onto yourself babe” he hissed out moving his hand from your face to your pants. He quickly slipped his hand in rubbing your heat through your panties. “Mmm baby’s already so wet for me huh? You’re a whore for me aren’t you sweetie” he said as he started moving his fingers in small circles against your clit. “Gonna ruin you before we get to our room, after we get in the room and all night till morning baby.”

His pace on your nub was agonizingly slow, you bucked your hips towards him trying to get more friction “ah you’re like a dog in heat” he teased. “How about you make like a good little dog and get on your knees for me.” He spat his voice deep. You nodded whining as he removed his hand but quickly getting down for him.

Jeongin unbuckled his jeans pulling his pants and boxers down letting his hard cock spring forward. He grabbed the base of it and brought it to your lips “this what you want sweetie? You wanted my cock so bad huh?” He said smacking it on your tongue, you quickly nod seeing the smug grin across his face appear you knew you were in for it.

He lifted your head up slightly to make you look at him “open wide for me” and you happily did so. Jeongin slowly pushed the tip into your mouth letting out a low groan. “Gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” He said moving some hair outta your face. “Mhmm let me make you feel good.” You replied back garnering you a smirk. Jeongin quickly pushed himself into your mouth as far as he could before he started to move. He put his hand at the back of your head as he quickly fucked into your mouth.

You could feel the tear prick at your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. “Aaah fuck babe.” He groaned out “touch that pretty cunt for me yeah? Keep it all nice and wet for me so I can fuck it good hmm?” He cood. You listened to his every word your hand slowly creeping down your body you took your pants and panties off as you started to play with yourself. Between you sucking your beautiful man off and you touching yourself you could feel yourself unraveling.

You moaned around his cock speeding your pace up as you played with you little bud. Jeongin smirked pulling out of your mouth, a long string of spit following. “Up” he said as he pulled you up to him. He lifted you up pushing your body against the wall again. Everything was happening so fast you had no time to react before he was pushing himself deep into you.

“Fuck!” You screamed out wrapping your arms around him. Jeongin started to fuck hard into you like some sort of feral animal. He reached a hand down to play with you. “My babies such a mess aren’t they?” He said as he leaned down to kiss you just as ferally as he was fucking you. He pumped deep inside of you feeling every little inch of him. You gripped onto his back hard digging your nails in gaining a moan from him.

“Yeah, fuck, dig your nails in. Make marks on my back baby!” He groaned out he could feel your high coming your walls tightening around him you were about to come before he pulled out the emptiness made you almost cry. “What do you think you’re doing hmm?” He said looking down at you “I don’t think I said you could cum yet or even at all today.” He stated. “I’m sorry pl- please, I need you I-“ you choked out trying to pull him back.

“No cumming till I say got it!” He hissed hands coming to grab your face. You nod quickly your high already ruined “good girl” he said before pushing himself back into you. “Fuck baby, you look so fucked out. So desperate for me to pound you. So desperate to cum.” He said his pace becoming lazier. He latched himself to your neck again a hand coming down to play with your cunt.

“Fuck y/n I’m close” he said moving his hips in circles. The way he was moving it was hitting every and all spots and he knew it. His hand coming up from you cunt to perfectly fit around your neck. Squeezing it softly as he let out such a heavenly moan right against your ear. “Jeongin!” You cried out digging your nails back into him. Leaving scratch marks all over his back which will sure get him teased by the boys. His body started to stutter as he ran ran his other hand back to your heat moving it faster than before “please can I- can I cum” you said desperately “cum with me sweetie” he groaned out.

With a few deep movements you were cumming, your walls making him cum milking every last drop from him. “Fuck.” You said softly both of you panting trying to catch your breaths. He look at you pulling his pants up as you did the same. Your legs were so weak though you felt like you were gonna fall. Jeongin kissed you softly “better get those up.” He said smirking as he pushed the button to let the elevator start again.

Your eyes went big as you quickly buttoned them your face blushing as it stopped at a floor picking up an elderly couple. You could feel the cum dripping into your panties. Jeongin leaned down at you “y/n don’t think we are done. I meant what I said earlier. Round two as soon as we get through our doors.” He said his voice soft enough the others couldn’t hear. You gulped realizing you fucked up and wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning.

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[aothotties]

Jean // NSFW // MDNI

Warnings: Unprotected sex, mirror sex, teasing, praise, Jean loves his wife so much, multiple orgasms, cream pies, overstimulation, reader calls Jean papa, mentions of breast milk.

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You had a baby six months ago and have recently began to lose the baby weight. You’ve changed your diet and stick to your exercises, but can’t help but notice the weight is taking forever to come off.

Sometimes you catch yourself staring too long in the mirror or even wearing more clothes around the house. Your husband Jean has also taken notice to your changes.

You two typically work out together at home which means you’re more likely to wear shorts and a bra, but since having your baby girl you’ve worn more leggings or sweatshirts.

Jean decides not to question the change until you’re ready to tell him yourself, but one day he catches you staring at yourself a little too long in the mirror and can’t help but intervene.

“Look at yourself, look in the mirror baby.” Your husband gently cups your jaw in his hand and tilts it upward until you’re facing the mirror.

You struggle to follow his instructions, the continuos pounding he’s giving you from behind causes your eyes to roll back into your head.

You bite down on your bottom lip to try and muffle your moans the best that you can. A few whimpers slip past your lips when he leans down to smash his mouth on yours.

He strokes your cheek with his thumb as your tongues drag against each others.

“You’re so fucking pretty, don’t you f-fucking forget it.” He fully pulls out of your dripping cunt and smirks at how desperate and whiny you become.

“I-I’m sorry, j-just don’t always feel pretty.” You pout and he bites down on your neck in return.

More of your sweet juices continue to drip out of your desperate cunt each time he nips on your skin.

He rubs his bulbous tip against your puffy clit and smirks at the sight of your gaping hole.

“Say the magic words baby girl, you know what I want to hear.”

You shake your head in protest and put your head down in embarrassment. He gently pulls your braids into a make shift ponytail to tug your head back.

“Tell papa how pretty you are, say it for me baby, please.” He kisses up your neck ever so sensually and you throw your head back to give him more access.

“I-I’m a pretty girl.” You whimper as you give in to his kisses. He smirks against your skin and guides your back onto his awaiting cock, but only the first few inches. He’s such a tease :(

“Jean! You promised.” You pout at his dishonesty and he shushes you with a soft kiss.

Your soft cheeks are held between his fingers as he guides your face to the mirror once again.

“You’re so beautiful, every single part of you.” He slides a few more inches of his hardened shaft into your weeping cunt.

You stare intensely at the mirror as his pretty pink cock fills you up. You throw your head back against his shoulder and grab his thigh for leverage.

You impatiently throw yourself back onto his dick, and go cross eyed at the feeling of him bottoming out inside of you.

“That’s right, take what’s yours.” He grunts into your ear, gently taking your lobe between his teeth before biting down.

He wraps a muscular arm around your waist and helps you bounce up and down on his cock.

“I-I love you papa! L-love you so much.” You say between moans, your eyes lock onto his and he feels like he’s about to explode.

“I love you so fucking much, my gorgeous girl.” He says through gritted teeth, little beads of sweat coat his forehead as he struggles to not cum too soon.

“A-all yours Papa! I-I’m your pretty girl.” You cry out before your orgasm washes over you. You choke on a moan when he oh so meanly rubs your overstimulated clit.

“Make a mess pretty girl, one more time for me.” He bites down on your neck as his fingers rub circles on your poor nub.

“Oh my god! Jean! Fuck fuck-“ You’re cut off as your sensitive cunt releases a gush of your juices.

He smirks as the sound of wet skin slapping gets louder with each thrust, his smirk is quickly wiped away when he feels his own orgasm approach.

He lets out a mantra of grunts as thick ropes of his warm cum flood your insides, you can’t help but whimper while he fills you to the brim.

“Was I too much?” He whispers against your skin, his large hands gently massage your thighs.

You shake your head and leave a kiss on his nose.

“Thank you for making me feel good, in more ways than one.” You thank him and he gives your hip a gentle squeeze.

“It’s my job to make sure you feel amazing at all times.” He responds, you giggle at the feeling of his scruff on your back.

Suddenly a few drops of something warm makes contact with Jeans hands and you chuckle.

“Is that milk?” He asks, and he can’t help but to lean forward to catch a glimpse.

He’s also embarrassed by how quickly his dick hardens at the sight of your engorged breast dripping with milk.

“Yeah it’s time for me to pu- ah Jean!”

“ ‘m sorry baby, can’t help myself”

What are you going to do with him?

Ari

[haetrack]

thinkin about haechan’s chest being sensitive and biting, licking, and sucking on his nipples 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 shit

i’m normal im actually soooo normal

i could imagine being in a new relationship with haechan, still learning things about each other and figuring out what the other likes.

it’s all new to you, having him pull you onto his lap, giggling into the kiss you two share. your hands can’t help but wander, slipping under his shirt, feeling the soft skin of his stomach. he holds you close to him, his grip on your waist getting tighter as your hands trail up. you’re too focused on kissing him to realize that your thumbs brush against his nipples, causing him to pull away from you with a moan.

he stares back at you with an embarrassed look on his face, “i-i don’t…”

“did you… did you like how that felt?”

he’s biting down on his lip, too shy to say anything else. you slowly lift up his shirt, haechan raising his arms to help you pull it off. it’s silent when your thumb nears his nipple, rubbing over the nub. he’s quick to lean forward, his head landing on your shoulder, a choked whimper leaving him.

you push his head back to rest on the couch, moving yourself further down so you’re faced with his chest. you press a kiss to one of his nipples, his reaction instantaneous as he pushes more of his chest into your face. you lick one nipple, your hand moving to pinch lightly on the other.

you watch as his eyes shut, whimpers beginning to fill the room as your work on his chest. you can feel his cock throbbing, haechan trying his hardest not to grind it against you. his hands twitch at his sides, not knowing where to place them as you lick against his chest.

“didn’t know you could be this sensitive,” you suck a mark in the middle of his chest, “you’re so hard and all i’m doing is this.”

“i k-know, it’s just-” he lurches forward when you focus on his other nipple, “please.” he’s grinding against the front of his jeans, his tip leaking with how you’re making him feel. he always knew that his chest was sensitive, flinching any time your fingers would brush against his chest. he could never tell you how good it felt, too embarrassed to admit it to you.

it’s more embarrassing now how close he is to cumming. you haven’t even touched his cock, but he can’t help it, not when it feels this good. he’s shaking under you, the feeling of your tongue against him almost overwhelming, wanting push you away and pull you closer at the same time.

when you get to properly look at him, his eyebrows are furrowed. his cheeks are dusted pink, your name tumbling out of his lips. you ask, “can you cum like this-”

he cuts you off with a whimper, pulling yourself back in surprise as you watch him cum. his cock is twitching in his pants, a dark spot forming in the front. you watch as he brings his hand up to his nipple, pinching at it to help get himself off.

you rub his thigh through it all, pressing kisses to his neck as his breaths even out. after he’s calmed down, he looks at you and lets out an embarrassed laugh. you give him one last kiss before you pull yourself back on top of his lap, pulling your shirt off, letting him stare at your boobs.

he slowly cups a boob, groping it lightly before looking at you, “it would be mean if i didn’t return the favor, right?”

[loaksbitch]

neteyam sully going all gentle and sweet when he fucks you until you try to run away from the pleasure he is giving you and he snaps? omg please — no but like i want this blue man so bad and i know you do too. 🧎🏽‍♀️

warnings – agedup!neteyam, p in v, inexperienced reader, brief clit stimulation, p penetration, soft sex but turns to slightly rough, edging-ish? idk, size kink, multiple orgasms, pussy tapping, neteyam is the man we all want, overstimulation, light grinding… that’s it i hope i didn’t miss non ; wc 2.2k!

neteyam would look at you with pure love and care only, wanting to pleasure you and make you see stars. he does not miss how your chest heave up when he lightly touches your soaked slit, eyes glancing down to your folds then up to your barely open eyes.

“feels good, princess?” you only mewl, he hasn't started yet but you’re falling apart. neteyam lets a soft groan out when you whimper, his middle finger applying pressure on your throbbing nub, flicking it side to side

such a pleasing sight.

the man on top of you was quick to hold on your thigh, pushing it wider and glaring at you when you try to buck your hips away from him. “sweet girl.” he warns, now two fingers stroking your slit, you arch your back, your clit rolling between the gap his finger had.

“‘teyam.” you whisper, hands sought between your legs and wrapping against his wrist. you just shake your head when you feel something coming back and forth. your legs shaking cause your mate to chuckle.

“i haven’t touched you yet, you're quivering, princess.”

his tone makes it harder, latching to his wrist and closing your thighs against his arm. “it hurts, i feel like pe–”. “you are about to cum.” he cuts you off.

your eyes shut tightly, legs shaking uncontrollably and chest heaving up and down crazily. “neteyam!” you whine when he suddenly stops. pulling back his fingers, he finds your silly face cute when it twists as he licks in his finger, taking all your wetness.

once done with his fingers, neteyam slowly brings his hand to your body, running them on your curves, squeezing on every part of your plushy meat. he hums when he touches your breast, so perfect and swelled that it fits so much in his hand.

“please?” your voice is soft when you speak, eyes watching how your mate raises a brow. “please what?” he says and you gulp, your throat starting to dry out. “more, nete’ i want more.”

neteyam leans to kiss the side of your mouth and removes his hand from you, you shriek when he holds you by the curve of your waist and raises you slightly up to the hammock.

your back settles on the cold mattress, whining as you miss his touch on your burning skin.

he starts from your breastbone, trailing wet kisses down to your stomach, his hands squeeze on yout breast causing you to watch your back and press to him more. he watches your reaction, fuck you’re so hot.

you really wanted to open your eyes and watch what he was doing to you but you can’t, but when his lips on your skin are foaming your brain. neteyam literally has your mind spinning.

you didn’t notice how he was facing your leaking pussy until he was throwing your thighs over your shoulder. neteyam grips on your flesh snd phlld you close to his face, his hot breath fanning over your clit.

shocked, you look down at him and watch how his amber eyes are telling you to trust him. of course you simply do trust him. your eyes slightly widen when he takes out his pink bold and gives your pussy a bold lick.

your head falls to the soft pillow, jaw dropping but no sound leaving you. your one hand fists on the sheets while the other finds its way to his hair.

“oh” you choke giving him a boost to confidently lap on your slick and fuck his tongue in you.

neteyam wraps his lips around your clit, eyes shut and starts to suck on the nub instantly making you lose it and moan loudly. neteyam doesn’t give a fuck, this was your honeymoon and he was going to make sure the whole town knew you are his and he was the reason to this sound.

or maybe the na’vi’s could rub or jerk off their frustration to your sound. who knows, right?

he doesn’t mind, literally letting you put all your pent up emotions and feelings on his hair, pulling on him when he eats you out. he feels so fucking lucky.

you kept getting wetter in his tongue, your orgasm just leaking out of you. neteyam keeps licking you clean like a thirsty man he was, taking all the sweetness from what you give him. “mh-mh.” his voice vibrates on your pussy and you cry out.

neteyam won’t lie when he says that was unexpected but the way you came undone was so attractive. your half body rising up from the bed and brows knit when your cum oozes out your cunt. fuck. fuck. fuck.

neteyam gives your clit kitten licks, stimulating your nub and grazing his teeth on it.

“‘teyam,” your voice is so desperate, you know what’s about to come. you and neteyam are gonna be one soul now, he was going to fuck you, mark you as his when he slides in you, and you invite him.

your chest rises and falls when he comes to your view. neteyam was soaked with your slick nectar from his nose down to his chin, and slightly few rolls on his neck. “see what you did, hm?” you look away, feeling like it’s forbidden to see.

“no,” he hovers over you, hand gripping on your jaw and making you face him. “look at the art you created, pretty girl.” you hesitate but give in, taking his appearance and the mess you caused.

“i’m gonna fuck you now yeah?” your ears fold against your hair, tail twitching with excitement. neteyam catches up with the move and grins. “gonna make you feel good.”

you bite on your lips, stopping the moan that begged to be freed.

neteyam presses a soft and gentle kiss on your lips, not sure what to expect. you decide to kiss him back and close your eyes to the feeling. his large hands were roaming on your body, memorizing your details.

what you don’t notice was how the other hand was stroking himself, getting himself ready to fill you up. neteyam pats on your thigh and pulls your left leg to his back, wrapping it against his waist while your other leg rests on the mattress.

your eyes shoot open when you feel him slide to your tight cunt, stretching you more than before when he did with his fingers. your eyes tear up and you whine to the kiss but neteyam only kisses you harder, as if it would distract you from the aching and hurting pain down there.

he was big, no, neteyam was huge. his tip was the only part that slid in yet you feel so full.

neteyam was large, full and firm in you when he enters you, his breath fanning over your lips. he tries to control his breathing, pupils blown wide. he loves how you cling to him, helping you with holding you close when he fucks you more and more deep.

“are you okay?” he asks looking down at you and breathless you give him a nod, placing your hand on the back of his neck. neteyam uses his hand and brings it to your chest, placing it between your breast and kissing your forehead.

“you’re doing good, try to breathe normally.” you didn’t notice that you’re heaving so up until he pointed it out.

neteyam takes your lips again and feels your muscle relax helping him sink into you until he bottoms out. the way your pelvis, the part below your navel pokes out with the shape of his dick and neteyam moans audibly.

you feel him place a soft kiss on your cheek, then your eyes, then your temple. neteyam was fighting and restraining himself from fucking you senseless and it was visible from the veins in his neck and arms.

you clench on him and his breathing ragged, shaking his head and whispering a silent, “don’t do that yet.” before opening his eyes and looking at you like you’re the only person he has.

“am i hurting you?” he asks and your breath hitches, tears in your eyes when you shake your head.

you just wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him to you. “please neteyam.” you beg, he knows what you want, neteyam was just trying not to hurt you because this must be a special moment, for both of you and not painful.

neteyam only nods, strong arms trapping your head between them before he snaps his hips to you. you can’t help but moan, stomach fluttering with no pain found anywhere and pleasure striking.

his tip kisses the opening of your cervix and your body jolts up with every hard thrust he delivers.

over and over and over again you say his name, him only kissing your sweat beading skin and smiling at your state. his amber eyes look down at you, fascinated by your expression and body languages.

he was definitely not hurting you.

neteyam groans, one hand sneaking behind your knee and holding onto it before pinning it to the mattress. the change of position helps him stroke deeply and he watches his slippery cock leave your cunt only to push back in.

neteyam keeps you close, watching your face attentively if any pain occurs but it doesn’t seem like that, not when your eyes are rolled to the back of your head.

“baby.” he chokes and your legs tremble. still pinning your leg on its place, neteyam leans back to sit on the bed while still plunged to you. his arm holding him up leaves the side of your head and his hands wander to your body.

as if he was trying to claim a territory that has been granted to him.

neteyam hums, watching how you squirm under him when he finds his way to your clit. “wait net—oh great mother!” you shriek when he lightly taps on your pussy. trying to jump away from him but it only pisses him off.

“fucking running away?” his voice erupts goosebumps on your skin. “don’t. even. think. about. it.” with every word, the way he taps on your pussy gets violent and hard.

you don’t say anything, trying to turn side ways so you will escape his torture. “fuck no you don’t, princess.” the arm that was holding on your leg grips your hips and pins you flush against the sheets.

he whimpers when your kissy tightens on his dick, going flush on you and thrusting all the way to your gut. “take it, take me baby.” you cry, teeth trapped between your teeth. “there we go baby, squeeze me like that, such a good girl.” he lowly barks at you.

neteyam was stil holding your hips, accelerating his thrusts and pushing into you so deep.

“nete, i want to cum.” you spit, taking the man on top of you by surprise for your bold words. “yeah, you want it?” you were quick to nod. your body tingles from the orgasm you just had when he fucked you with his tongue yet you need more.

“then do it, do it now baby.” the hammock that’s to move, his rough thrust knocking it. “for me?” you nod, licking your dry lips. “for you!” you mewl, your voice going high at the last part.

you gush at him, leaking on his cock and milking him so good. “oh fuuuuck, oh fuck.” neteyam hisses, not too far from his own finishing line. it felt so good he wanted to be with you forever.

your legs are uncontrollably shaking, pain starting to hint on your body. the stimulation is being too much and neteyam isn’t cumming. “too much?” he says, thumb meeting your clit snd loving how you shake your head at the pleasure.

he likes to torture you. “i’m alm…” he stops, gritting his teeth when his balls tighten. “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna— princess.” neteyam leans to you quick, wanting to be in your arms, to be held by you.

you wrap your arms on your head, much bigger than yours. you hold him tight just like he did minutes before, whispering to him to let go and give you every drop of him.

he whines to your chest when he cums, ropes of white strings webbing your cunt. you moan at the warm and heavy feeling inside you. you wait from him, neteyam only stays laying on your breast when he takes breath and calms himself.

you feel him kiss your breast valley before holding himself up. “i love you, i love you so much.” you smile, not caring that your cheeks are heating up when you suddenly feel shy and bare in front of him. “i love you too. this was amazing.”

you both giggle, neteyam pressing his forehead against you and silently thanking eywa for giving him you

no because i wrote this after i had a panic attack when my online bsf asked me out, i still didn’t reply to him and i need your help guys :’)

likes + reblogs super appreciated — i love each and everyone of you sm! ** mwah

[monamipencil]

han + edging !

genre; nsfw, mdni <3 | a/n; what a menace man. we need to make bratty dom! a thing just for this guy. not proof-read!

“please... please, please!” your broken moans rebound on the walls of your bedroom but it doesn’t phase your boyfriend at all. 

jeonghan licks up a stripe on your wet, sopping cunt, causing you to buck your hips. if your hands aren’t cuffed by the damn pink handcuffs that you asked him to buy, you would push his face into your core. but unfortunately you can only writhe and let out pathetic moans as he has his way with you. 

the warmth pools up in your stomach again, but you know you won’t get to cum anytime soon. what did you do to deserve this? nothing. matter of fact, you were obedient enough to patiently wait the entire day for his cock. and jeonghan couldn’t help but test just how desperate you are for him. 

he sucks on your little bundle of nerves, smiling menacingly at the way your body reacts. your legs tremble in his hold, and your high-pitched whines alert him of your impending orgasm. with one last suck, he pulls away, immediately earning a cry from you. 

he smiles down at you, meeting your bleary eyes with his mischievous ones. you sniff, pouting at him before turning your head away. he coos and chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. he draws his fingers up your arms, grazing them ever so lightly before resting them near your bra straps. he tugs on one of them before letting it snap back, earning a hiss from you.

with a chuckle, he kisses the spot before undoing your bra and freeing your breasts. “fuck,” you’re completely naked under him now, and your soft nipples pebble up under his touch. jeonghan smirks, noticing that you’re still not looking at him. with a low hum, he captures one of the buds in his mouth, swirling his tongue and harshly sucking on it before releasing it with a wet sound.

you don’t look at him, determined to not fall for his tricks. jeonghan only smiles, moving onto your other nipple, doing the same but this time he slips a hand between your thighs. you’re still sensitive from being denied multiple times and his nimble fingers feel like both heaven and hell. your breath hitches when he continues his ministrations, slipping one finger into your core. his thumb rubs at your clit as he pumps his middle finger in and out of you.

you bite down the moans, threatening to escape from your lips. you won’t give in. only a sigh falls to his ears as he continues to draw circles on the nub. but he stops, pulling his fingers out. jeonghan can only laugh as you stand up — try to stand up and gather your belongings. “no, no, wait!” his laughter reverberates from his chest to your back when he back hugs you, pulling you back the bed.

“such an impatient baby,” he starts, kissing your frown. he pulls off his clothes and you keep your eyes off his cock, only glaring at him. “I wanted to make you cum on my cock.” brushing his knuckles against your cheek, he presses another kiss to your forehead.

“oh? you don’t want it? it’s o-” you cut him off by making him lay on the bed. you straddle his hips, directly seating your heat on his cock that rests on his stomach. he doesn’t even try to hide his moan, shamelessly expressing his desire when he feels your wetness on his hard cock. “oh fuck, angel.”

you grind on his cock, spreading your wetness on the underside of his cock. the ridges and the veins of his cock stimulated your clit and the way his girth spread your lips has you rolling your eyes. it isn’t much but the edging has you more sensitive than normal.

his soft hands rest on your hips, helping you move on his cock. he mirrors your fucked out expression and groans incoherent curses. jeonghan is perspective enough to notice even small changes in you but he completely overlooked just how desperate you are for him. his pretty pink tip oozes with precum and it mixes with your arousal. his cock throbs, hearing the wet noises and he presses down your hips, forcing you to apply more pressure. fuck, he’s so close, so-

with a loud moan, you reach your climax and move off his hips. the pleasure of cumming after being denied for so long knocks you out and your mind blacks out. jeonghan follows you, reaching his end too but you unintentionally and successfully ruined his orgasm. he groans, muttering an inaudible complain. but it falls deaf on your ears as slumber takes over your body.

a soft smile decorates his features when he notices you’ve fallen asleep (he stared at you for a few minutes to confirm that you have not died). he cleans you up and adjusts you on the bed properly. with a kiss to your forehead and pats to your back, he lays beside you.

even though you unintentionally gave him blue balls, you’re still his angel, resting peacefully in his arms. (expect him to pull a jeonghan after you wake up, being all dramatic till you get down on your knees and suck his balls empty).

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[m0reighn4]

Lessons taught and rewards earned

Sypnopsis: You briefly mention to your boyfriend that you want to learn the piano and he takes the time to teach you. In his own special way.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, teasing, edging, poor understanding of the piano/ music in general, not proofread.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

"You know, I've always wanted to play the piano," you mentioned while on a walk with Sunday. There happened to be a pianist, playing on the piano to their heart's content . The aforementioned man turned turned look at you before throwing a brief glance at the source of your spontaneous remark.

He gave a soft hum, "I see." And that's all it took. The comment got his attention and he then offered to teach you himself. To think, all of this started with a simple passing comment.

Now, here you are, seated between Sunday's legs on the bench, in front of a piano. His hands are rested atop the keys of the piano. He gazes down at the instrument from over your shoulder, his breath fanning over your neck. His skilled fingers slid across the instrument.

A gentle melody is created from his elegant hands. Each press of his fingers seems calculated, yet is executed in such a natural motion – a blend that reflects his character.

You watch in utter awe as he demonstrates his skill. With grace and elegance, Sunday ends his piece, lowering his head with a serene expression on his face.

In absolute awe of his stellar performance, you can't help but give him a heartfelt applause. Amazement sparkled in your irises, only adding to his pride.

His hand reaches down to lightly pat your thigh. "Alright. Your turn now," he flashes you that ever-so-charming grin of his.

"You should relax. A disturbed mind only serves to worsen your results, my dear," he whispers in your ear, once again reminding you of his close proximity to you. Without even having to look over your shoulder, you just know that his golden irises hold a heavy tone of amusement. His fingers pull themselves from your cunt — both to tease you and a minor punishment for your mistake. You sharply inhale from the loss of contact.

That emptiness only causes your already muddled mind to spiral even further. As a result your fingers abruptly pressed into the keys, causing a random, out-of-key note to echo in the otherwise silent room. You let out a quiet groan of frustration, bowing your head. Sunday only gives a soft hum and brings his hands back down to rest over your tense ones.

This whole ordeal has deeply irked you by now. It was a simple song: 'Chopsticks.' Nothing complicated. And yet, with great thanks to your distracted mind, you can't seem to get it!

"Goodness, angel. I didn't know that you were such a klutz," he mused, leisurely circling your nub with middle finger. The action causes you to tense on the spot, making you press your fingers into the keys. This creates a loud, note — completely off from the usual tune. Witnessing you squirm gives the Halovian man behind you a reason to chuckle.

Sunday leans down to press a gentle kiss to the side of your neck which does little to help settle your nerves. "Let's take it from the top, my dear," he whispers to you, his breath fanning right down your neck. His gloved hand— that wasn't busying itself in your pants— rests upon your own to guide you back to your starting position.

And that's exactly what kind of silly game he has been playing. As the song progresses, his fingers once again trail right down to your soaked slit, lightly running against it. And like clockwork, the motion causes you to falter. The man behind you looks as calm as ever, watching your every move with precision. It almost makes your roll your eyes. Not with pleasure, but with irritation. How dare he!

Attempting to retain some semblance of your focus, you continue to glide your fingers across the board. With the number of tones you'd done this exact piece, the play almost feels like muscle memory. Sunday, not enjoying the level of control you still have, begins to put his fingers to better use.

They start up a slow, sensual pace. His fingers rub at your walls at just the right spots to have you whimpering in his hold. However, you refuse to let him win. Using sheer willpower, you continue to play through the haze of it all. Although mildly impressed, Sunday isn't one to give up so easily. Slowly picking up his tempo, he continues continues assault.

From here on out, it's a battle of wills.

Each moment, every movement, every touch— all of it is felt by you. As second start to feel like hours, you continue your perservere. Just as you are pushing to complete your piece, Sunday is working to hinder your progress. His fingers are quick, locating every point with which to be toyed.

And much to his amazement— and mild disappointment— you win. Having completed the melody, you huff out a sigh of relief. The man behind you offers an innocent-looking grin. His wings gracefully flutter, shifting to create a soft curtain that separates your faces from the world.

The angelic man brings his face closer to yours. "Would you look at that! You actually did it. Although, you were abit choppy at the edges," he whispers to you, his voice a gentle melody in the quiet of the room. His voice takes on a softer, more sultry tone, "I suppose this warrants a reward, yes?"

"A reward?" you breath out, perking at the proposal. Sunday? Offering a reward? Knowing him, it either meant that great things would be coming your way or you would find himself in hell. And with that saccharine smile stretching across his pale lips, it is near impossible to tell.

However, you're left with little time to ponder the idea as a gloved hand is already working to spread your thighs apart. Pale blue strands are next in line to come into contact with your senses, tickling at the column of your neck. Feathery pecks follow suit.

"Yes. A reward," he repeats, his voice as calm as ever. "I'll makes it good for you. No need to worry about that."

It took me more than a month to finish this. I felt little to no inspo for this. I'll ignore the fact that I stayed up until 12 am to finish this. I just wanted to post this, since I did promise a few people and yall deserve the Sunday piece.

Also, first time I've written anything smut related in almost 2 years. I wanna up my smut game, so I'll definitely throw in a few more posts.

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Rafe Cameron loves your little golf outfits but also hates them at the same time. Loves that you color coordinate with what he wears but hates when his friend’s eyes linger a second too long. He loves the way you show just a fraction of your toned stomach but hates the way Topper's fingers always seem to brush your arm. He loves the way your little skirts sway when you swing the club, hates the way the men suddenly crouch down when you’re bending over. He would never tell you not to wear it, instead he’d slip a bottle of laxatives and some cash to the waitstaff and have them drop a pill into everyone’s glass. Usually he would resort to violence and punch everyone’s face in for even looking your way. But he’d promised you that he would cut back and try to sort things out by using his words.

Your eyes would widen when everyone started to scatter from the golf field, turning slowly to look at Rafe who was admiring the way your skirt started to flutter up from the breeze.

“Rafe”

“Mhmm?”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing baby… go on keep playing”

And you would because you secretly enjoyed playing golf but you also loved giving your boyfriend a little show.

You’d hit maybe two more balls before he was hauling your ass into the buggy and driving you over towards the Bushland, pressing your back against the scratchy bark and ruffling your skirt up to your waist.

“So needy baby”

He’d respond by sucking harshly at your neck and slipping his fingers into your panties, rubbing lazy circles on your swollen nub. You’d let out soft pants and cries as he brought you closer to your release, slipping two of his long fingers into your dripping cunt. “Fuck baby” you’d cry, pressing your hips into his hand to get him deeper. “I need more”.

He’d oblige, pulling your panties down your legs and pulling his heavy hard cock from its restraints, you wouldn’t give him any time to think before slipping your bare cunt down his shaft. “Fuck” he’d groan, tightening his arm around your waist and pressing his palm against the tree to steady the two of you.

His face buried in the crook of your neck as he thrust into you, angling his cock to hit your spongy soft spot sending waves of pleasure up your spine. “Oh fuck princess… so fucking wet”.

“Wet for you, you looking so fucking good in your golf clothes… I was aching to touch you”

He’d grind harder, his lower stomach rubbing on your clit. Your fingers would slide under his shirt and nails scratch at the expanse of his upper back, leaving behind pink lines. Heels of your feet digging into his lower back as his cock slides in and out of your messy hole, juices everywhere and anywhere. The tip of his cock throbbed against your walls causing you to clamp around him and suck him further. “Fuck.. Rafe.. so close”

Sweat dripped down your lips, his own mouth on yours moments later licking up the salty bead as his tongue explored your mouth. Breathy moans and groans swallowed by his mouth, your orgasm tickles your toes, up your calves until it erupted in your pussy. Pulsating around his cock as you came from the pure pleasure of his aching cock. “Oh shit! Fuck Rafe!”

He was right behind you, your pussy milking him dry, his cum coating your walls. “Shit princess” he’s kiss your collarbone and slumped against your and the tree, pulling himself out of you and grabbing your panties from the floor. “Be a good girl” he says, grasping your calf and helping you back into your panties. His hand reaches up your skirt and palms your pussy, his cum soaking the thin material. “Let’s finish the game” “but” “no but, let’s finish the game. I want to watch you play while my cum drips from your pretty pussy”

Smacking you on the butt and pushing you towards the golf buggy, you bite your lower lip and take a seat like the good girl you are.

[tiredmamaissy]

Reread this and ?? I want to continue it so here we go!

warnings: adult!lo'ak, corruption kink, cunnilingus, idk im drunk i tried my best to warnt his right, no i did not proofread ssry

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“Y-Yes. It’s embarrassing.” You whisper as you squirm under him.

“It’s not. It is perfectly normal.” Lo’ak hums, playing with the band of your tewng. He takes your hand and brings it to his own loincloth. “Look, I feel it too.”

Your eyes widen as they search his, feeling something bulging against the material…is it really his…?

“See? It’s just what happens when you’re around that special person that you trust.” Lo’ak glances over the door to ensure it’s properly closed, and looks back over to you. “It happens to me when I’m around you.” he confesses in a whisper.

“M-Me too.” You admit, loosening up at his words. You trust him more than you trust yourself. “It feels so strange, lo’…”

“I know, I know, kalin [sweet].” Lo’ak hums as his fingers dance over the band of your tewng, hooking under it and shimmying it down your hips. You lift them in the air as the cloth slips off of you.

He slowly parts your legs, exposing your bare cunt to him. It glistens before his eyes and he can’t help but lick his lips in desire. “It’s a little uncomfortable, hm? I can see it.”

You nod with a pout, looking down between your legs and watching him position himself on his elbows. “D-Don’t stare.”

“You don’t need to be shy with me, my sevin [pretty]. You know that.” Lo’ak swipes his thumb along your slit, playing with your stickiness.

Your legs almost close right there, and the blush on your cheeks grow hotter. “Is that… head?” Lo’ak perks up, tilting his head. “W-What you just did… with your thumb. Is that it?”

Lo’ak chuckles and shakes his head, amused by your innocence. “No, my kalin [sweet]. Head is a little different. It eases that ache you feel right…here.” Lo’ak swipes his thumb past your clit, making it pulse under his digit.

You let out a muffled moan, trying to keep quiet by biting your lip.

“Do you want me to make it go away?” He reassures you, lowering himself further and further down.

You shudder when you feel his hot breath against your inner thighs, legs trembling from uncertainty. You can only nod, unable to find your voice anymore.

He notices your shy, yet innocent demeanor, feeling a twinge of guilt for what he’s doing. But he can’t help it. Not with the scent of your arousal wafting past his nose. “I can smell you.”

You watch as he puckers his lips, bringing them only millimeters away from your private area. “What—what are you doing? Wait, Lo’ak! I—haah!”

His puckered lips engulf your pulsing clit, sucking lightly on the sensitive nub. You squeal under his touch, squirming your hips side to side as your toes curl. You feel his fingers spread your pussylips, breaking the suction he’s got on your little clit.

“So sweet, fuck.” He mumbles into your cunt. His tongue darts out, lapping at the bundle of nerves in a sloppy manner. He’s been wanting to do this for months. He only showed restraint because he wanted to take things slow… preserve your innocence. But now that vo’kan is trying to court you, he can’t hold back any longer.

“Oh! Oh, Eywa.” You mewl, squeezing your eyes tightly shut to focus on this new sensation brewing in your core. You’d never had someone do this to you. It feels so wrong but it’s…so good.

“Lo’ak, Lo’ak.” You whimper his name. He licks harder. Faster. “Lo’ak, wait—��

You’re cut off by his predatory stare—his piercing eyes that look up at you between your legs with his mouth full of your pussy. Right now Lo’ak doesn’t look like the sweet, trusting guy that you know.

Then the burn between your legs has you squirming around, causing his fingers to dig deep into your thighs to keep you put. His nose scrunches as he snarls into your cunt, his canines grazing against your folds.

“S-Stop! T-That feels weird!” You squeal, hips lifting into the air.

Lo’ak grunts as he cups a hand over your mouth, continuing to lick and lap at your oversensitive bud. He can feel it pulsate against his tongue and he knows that you’re close. Even if you don’t know it.

Muffled moans vibrate against the palm of his large hand and your legs tremble uncontrollably. Your hips thrust on their own, chasing that foreign feeling that’s making you clench.

Lo’ak remains firm with his relentless licks, knowing that just two more will have your pussy fluttering. You shake your head side to side, wrenching his hand from your mouth to suck in a deep breath.

But it gets caught in your throat and you begin to sputter and choke on your spit when your first orgasm washes through you. Lo’ak unlatches from your sore pussy and uses his four fingers to gently swipe over your throbbing clit to help you through it.

“Fuckk, there you go, kalin [sweet].” He hums proudly, keeping up with your erratic movements.

When he finally pulls away, you catch him using his thumb to wipe the corners of his mouth before sucking on his digit. You close your legs shakily, huffing and puffing.

“That, was head.” Lo’ak’s smirk falls into a thin line, “and it is something that only I can give to you, alright?”

[erotica-ficx]

Magic Hands

Pairing : Boyfriend!Jimin x Girlfriend!Reader.

Genre : Soft!Boyfriend au, Smut au.

Summary : Where you can't help but melt and twitch everytime his hands touch you.

Warning(s)! : Teasing, groping, caressing, kisses, fingering (in front of the mirror), overstimulation, crying, smacking (once? ig), petnames (darling), dom!mc x sub!oc (that's all ig).

The soft and gentle feeling of your boyfriend's cold fingers brushing against your skin causes you to shiver, making your back arc. His not so huge yet soft hand caresses the inside of your right thigh, squeezing it lightly.

You let out a breathy whimper as his fingers reach your center, tapping your nub, and your muscles tense up.

With your eyes shut close and right hand covering your mouth to stop your pleasurable noises from escaping, your other hand clutches his left bicep, your body shaking.

"Relax, darling. Open your eyes and see how beautiful you're looking right now." His breathy and gentle voice reaches your ears, his warm breath hitting the side of your face, fanning your skin, and the blush on your cheeks deepens.

You're so damn aware of the body length mirror standing right in front of you, which is the reason why you've your eyes shut tight, not wanting to witness the erotic view ahead.

Of course you're too embarrassed to watch yourself sitting on the edge of the bed in your boyfriend's lap with your legs wide open, your bottoms gone with his magic hands doing wonders on your body.

"J-Jimin-ah..!" His name escapes your lips as a oh so pretty moan, and the said person feels butterflies erupting in his stomach, a smile creeping on his lips as his heart flutters.

"Yes, darling?" His voice gets huskier as you keep wriggling in his arms, causing him to tighten his hold on the side of your waist.

"I-I can't...!" You cry, the overstimulation causing your clit to throb, body trembling hard.

"Oh, yes? I'll stop and give you what you want once you open your eyes for me, darling." A breathy chuckle leaves his lips at your whiny self, and he plays with your throbbing center, teasing you more.

You know how demanding he can be in bed, no matter soft or rough, so you do your best to force your eyelids open because you know he won't stop playing around with you unless you don't do as he pleases.

As your eyes flutter open, your blurry vision doesn't allow you to see properly, so you blink your eyes a few times to clear your vision, which was a mistake.

As soon your view gets clear, your eyes travel to the mirror right in front of you, and you can see everything, literally everything.

Throw your eyelashes, you can see how his fingers dance over your skin, playing with your outer folds and teasing them, overstimulating you further while his other hand massages your inner thigh, squeezing it from time to time.

You let out a loud moan as his middle and ring finger press against your gaping entrance before sliding in oh so easily through your pretty little slick walls.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sensation and you clutch his bicep tighter, toes curling up at the delicious feeling of his fingers massaging your gummy walls as your back arcs, sensitive moans falling from your lips.

Your eyes prick with tears as his first two fingers hit your sensitive spot in one go, slowly and steadily abusing it, making you see literal stars.

Your breathing remains ragged as his other hand slides up from your bare belly, traveling up to grope your clothed breast, massaging it in his palm while giving it moderate squeezes from time to time.

"J-Jimin-ah, I-I can-n't! I'm gon-na-" Your sentence gets cut off in the middle as he slides out his fingers from your tunnel, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness.

"Why-..!!" The whine leaves your lips before you could stop it, and the very next moment, a smack echoes throughout the four walls of the bedroom, followed by your loud cry of pain as his hand comes down to your thigh with great force.

The tears that had consumed your eyes earlier now fall down your rosy cheeks freely, your sobs turning to hiccups, the skin hot and burning with his red handprint.

"Aww, did I hurt you, darling?" Jimin's voice comes from the side of your face, and your head moves on it's own, the nod confirming his assumption, and the chuckle that rumbles from his chest causes you to tremble, a shudder going down your spine before you feel his hot breath fanning your side, deep, husky voice filling your ears.

"But we haven't even started yet, darling. Trust me, the night is still young, and we've a long way to go~"

(this smut is from my Instagram, don't know why but I just felt like posting it here ◜◝⁠ )

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[concretejunglefm]

all i can think off is a one shot with best friend folio were he fingers her for the first time and she also squirts for the first time

My sweet boy Nicky, my favorite boy. Such a generous lover, the kind who raises to the challenge 😈

CW: smut including mentions of fingering (f receiving), pussy slaps, squirting and spit.

Smut under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

"Do you know what I've always wanted to do?" You say between huffing out smoke from your last drag of the blunt being shared between you and Folio.

"What's that?" He brings it back to his own lips for another hit.

"To squirt." You say it nonchalantly, as if it's a normal topic of conversation between you, though you know truthfully it's due to the buzz you're currently feeling.

From the sound of his choking, your answer catches him off guard.

"I bet I could make you squirt." He finally retorts after catching his breath.

You push yourself up on your elbows, looking down the bed towards him sat up against the wall. "Is this where you tell me that you've made loads of girls squirt before." Your tone is teasing.

"No, but you know that I like a challenge." He presses the nub of the blunt back between his lips, raising his free hand and making a gesture with his fingers.

For a brief moment your eyes fall onto them and your thighs press together as you imagine the thought of them working inside you.

No. He's your best friend, you can't.

Except you can and you do.

Somehow your brief conversation over the idea became a reality, with Folio positioning himself down between your thighs after helping slip both your shorts and panties off.

You're receptive to his touch, your hips raising the moment you feel his fingers tease along your slit, resulting in a moan falling from your open mouth.

When he pushes between, he's met with your wetness and you gasp, realizing just how sensitive you are in this state, not only to his touch, but in general.

While he circles your clit, you roll your hips in a steady motion, attempting to follow the rhythm he has set. His mouth brushes along your inner thigh, leaving kisses and reaching down, your fingers curl into the thick of his hair, keeping him pressed close against your skin, the heat of his breath causing a tremble to ripple through you.

It feels slow and torturous, the way he's playing with you, his fingers toying with your clit before he replaced them, unexpectedly, with his mouth. It makes you gasp and moan louder, peering from beneath your lashes to watch as your best friend happily and willingly bury his face between your thighs.

You hadn't anticipated any of this when agreeing to his challenge, you thought that he'd pull you onto his lap and get it over with, instead he's taking his time as he keeps your legs spread apart, sharing the task of working you higher between his fingers and mouth.

You watch in awe as he pulls his head back and surprises you by spitting directly on your pussy before meeting it with a sharp slap of his hand. Instantly your body jolts as you feel a wash of pleasure rip through you, your swollen and sensitive clit begging for more which slips from your lips.

"Nicky, please. More."

You tug on his hair as if to entice him and your hips arch when you feel another, pushing yourself right into the strike he makes against your aching cunt.

Soon you feel his fingers burying themselves inside you, pumping with determination as his mouth tends to your clit. You feel the way his fingers curl inside you, his knuckles dragging against your walls until he meets with the spot which makes you cry out.

He doesn't stop, even when you're trembling around him with the intensity of your orgasm, he continues, pushing you right over the edge and beyond. The heat in your stomach is unlike anything you've ever felt and with another body inducing tremble, you feel the rush of something wet between your thighs, whimpering as you ride out this newly intense feeling.

Once coming down from your high, you peer back down to Folio, who's already grinning up at you, nothing short of prideful, his chin and even areas of his shirt wet from what had just occurred.

"Holy shit that was hot."

You let out a laugh to his comment, something so typically Folio, followed by another unexpected one from him.

"Can I do it again?"

[thesassypadawan]

Scum (Burnt Darth Vader x FemRebelReader)

Summary: Scum, the name he has so kindly given you upon capture.  The name he calls you every night as he does to you as he pleases.  Perhaps hoping to break you for information, perhaps for his own sick pleasure…maybe even your own.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Choking, up against the wall, misuse of the force…and Vader’s big, scarred dick. 

Notes: Happy Sithtember all you, lovelies! ❤️🖤

🎉❤️A VERY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO @anakinsbbgirl❤️🎉

- Twisting against the invisible force that binds your hands, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.  Hint of metallic spreading across your tastebuds, swallowed down along with your moans. Refusing to give him the satisfaction even as he thrusts up into you.  As your sore cunt flutters desperately around his scarred length, unwillingly taking another load.

- “Have you come to a decision yet?”  His words were cold, even; rattling out through his modular.  Amber lenses staring emotionlessly into your eyes; almost searching for something, somehow.  While he continues to  buck; pushing his cum deeper, further.  “No…it would seem that you are still foolish enough to resist.”

- Abruptly he pulls out, the grip around your wrists loosens.  “Pathetic.”  And you drop to the floor, wincing from the pain that radiates through your knees…the feeling of his seed trickling out from between your spread legs.  “Truly such a pathetic thing.”

- Anger bubbles up inside of you, hand curls in a fist.  Pounding it against the stone, you unsteadily rise to your feet.  “Shut…your mec-mechanical mouth!”  Legs wobbling, breaths coming out in small huffs.  You try to hold your own, show what little strength remains; even with your shoulder pressed to the wall for support.  “I’m not the one hi-hiding behind a mask…you mon-monster!”

- The air seems to come alive, crackle.  Tension and raw anger filling the chamber, accompanied by the sound of his dark laughter.  “Is that what you think of me, rebel scum?  That I am nothing more than some sick creature.”

- Opening your mouth to speak again; instead your words are silenced, replaced with a gasp.  “Very well then.”  When pressure closes in around your neck; forcing you back, pinning you against the wall.  Jagged rocks piercing, cutting into your exposed skin.  “If that is the case…”

- Invisible hold grows tighter, and you rise up off the floor once more.  Feet scrambling for purchase, nails scratching at nothing in a futile attempt for release.  Vision growing blotchy, lids heavy; head beginning to spin.  “…then I shall show you what a real monster I am.”

- Faintly you’re aware of soft hisses, gears whirling.  Something clattering loudly to the ground; followed by a foreign, gruff voice ordering.  “Look.  Look upon the face of your monster.”

- Gaze refocuses, irises widen slightly.  A sense of fear, mixed with arousal washes over you.  “You’re…”  Before you was the most mangled, most twisted, most…handsome man you’ve ever seen.  “You’re…”

- A gentle prodding at the corner of your mind, pressure on your neck eases.  “Not what you anticipated.”  Feet touch the floor once more, as you stare deeply into those golden orbs.  “Interesting… very interesting.”

- Gloved fingers traces your jawline, thumb tugs at your lip.  Texture sending a pleasant shiver down your spine, causing your gummy walls to flutter.  “Perhaps you can be swayed…”

- Gripping your thigh, he hooks your leg onto his hip; forcing you to teeter on the tip of your toes.  Rigged head pressing, prodding at your swollen folds; phantom presence brushing, circling your overstimulated clit.  Whimper flying from your throat.  “Perhaps there’s hope for you yet…”

- Surging forward, sheathing himself into your spent pussy.  You wriggle and writhe; shudder from the deliciously painful, searing stretch.  A stretch that you find yourself coming to love?  “No…you’re never going to succeed!”

- Pace speeds up on your sensitive nub; hips begin to rock, setting a harsh rhythm.  “Do not act so certain.”  Making your back arch, chest dig into his control box.  Desperate?  Desperate, needy mewl escaping you.  “After all…”

- Labored breaths fan across your face, pale lips hover inches away from yours.  Eyes bore, lock onto yours.  “You could have easily stopped me with your own abilities and yet you have not.”

- Drives grow brutal, tears flow freely down your cheeks.  “Either you are weak or…”  Heat pools in your stomach, hands clench his tabards.  “…some part of you has wanted this the whole time.  For me to use, abuse…break and make you my own.”

- No longer twisting against the invisible force, no longer refusing to give him the satisfaction…  You succumb to your buried desires, finally declaring…  “I-I do!  Make me yours, V-Vader!”

- Tipping your head, you moan out as the phantom presence pinches your clit firmly.  As he slams upwards, popping something deep inside.  Pumping, filling your packed womb once more.  “There, was that so difficult…hatari?”

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[todorokies]

THE ONE WHERE YOU REFUSE TO KEEP QUIET. . !

𝝑𝑒 contents: john marston x female reader, nsfw, modern au (sawry im a sucker for 'em), cunnilingus, fingering, pet names (pretty & darling), pussy drunk john. . . 754 words

𝝑𝑒 a/n: dabbling in a diff fandom for my comeback to writing is crazy ik but i hope u all enjoy regardless :3 im rusty i alr know

“did i ever tell you about what happened at my work last week?”

you let out a shaky breath as you cautiously ran your fingers through the hair of the man who is currently situated between your legs, eagerly lapping at your dripping cunt collecting everything you could offer to him.

there’s a momentary lack of a response from your companion, your question hangs in the thin air as the crude sounds of squelching bounces off the walls alongside with your airy moans that seep out more than intended to.

you rack your fingers once more through his long hair and tug at his roots which aids as a warning.

with not enough force to seriously hurt him, but for a low guttural groan to escape from his chest causing small vibrations against your already sensitive pussy.

he apologetically sucks on your puffy clit before he comes up for air then replaces his hot mouth with two fingers to rub tight circles on your nub, “no, pretty, you haven’t. what happened at work?” he inquired with a strained expression on his face.

his pupils are blown out and unstable as he quickly shifts his focus between your glowy face and your pussy that’s aching to be stuffed by him. however, you were pretty adamant on him eating you out instead.

john ducks his head back in between the plush of your thighs continuing his ministrations, noticeably slowing his pace for you to get your words out.

you whine with a small buck of your hips, “apparently we’re having some budget cuts nggh in a f-few weeks. . . which —oh fuckk— also includes employees.”

“uh-huh?” john mumbles against you. your words enter one of his ear and exits the other, more focused on alternating from long vertical strides from your hole to your clit then skillfully circling around it with his tongue.

his calloused hand grips at your ass pulling you even closer to his face in attempt at get every last drop.

“y-yeah, and my manager had the damn nerve to—mghm keep doing that and i’ll cum~”

your chest heaves as john spreads open your folds to dip his tongue into your pussy, visibly enjoying the way you desperately clench around the wet muscle.

he deeply chuckles and you shiver due to his stubble scratching at your skin, “what did your manager do, darling?” he incoherently slurs his words but you were able to pick it up.

“she broke the news during rush hour. i-i mean what a bitch, right!”

“a bitch indeed,” he affirms as he slowly pushes two fingers in your wet hole, ogling at the way you take his digits with ease, fully coating them with your slick.

you throw your head backwards against the leather couch that’s supporting your back. you once again find residence in his black locks, roughly tugging this time around.

a broken whimper lively dances off your lips as your eyes roll back; you could feel the coil forming in the pit of your stomach.

“feels so good… don’t fuckin' stop..” you mindlessly ushered out. the sensation of his fingers pumping in and out, dragging against your tight walls as well as the added pleasure of his tongue swirling and suckling at your sensitive clit almost has you over the edge.

just when john finally thought he’d shut you up for good this time, your lewd moans and pants get broken down till you find the strength to add another comment about your dilemma.

“a-and there’s talk of my f-favourite coworker—”

“—ya know, how about you tell me the rest of ya little story after i make you cum.” john interrupts your soon-to-be babbling session, stopping all of his movements altogether.

he places a chaste kiss onto your clit and looks at you for permission to continue. you nod with a squeaky whine, already dizzy and eager for him to resume.

“oh darling, what am i ever gonna do with you?” he whispered against your cunt as he continued pumping his fingers at a steady albeit fast pace and quickly reattached his mouth back on your clit.

you soon cum hard on his fingers followed by a few more tugs at his hair to signal you were ready to tap out.

he licks his fingers, maintaining eye contact as he groans loudly at the taste of you. so sweet. . .just for him.

his voice is hoarse as he slips your panties back on and then gives you his undivided attention,

“so…what was that about your favourite coworker?”

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[boba-beom]

stay still | CHOI BEOMGYU NSFW

p: beomgyu x fem!reader | g: smut | w: fwb!beomgyu a tease, heavy petting, fingering (f!receiving), marking, degradation; (slut, whore), pet names; (baby), smut with plot, possessive but also annoying gyu 🙄, ruined orgasm rip, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything! | wc: 1k | summary: while visiting beomgyu his friends and family just so happens to stay over too. instead of sleeping in the guest room you end up sleeping in his bed where you talk to him about your crush on one of his friends and wanting to stop your fwb agreement, but he tries to make you think otherwise. | a/n: guys,, this beomgyu is tainting all thoughts in my head omfg

!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

continue under the cut ❤︎

“didn’t we agree to stay quiet? hm?” beomgyu’s low whisper raised hairs along your neck. the deep rasps in his throat never failed to make your eyes subtly roll to the back of your head. or was that because he’s been teasing you since he joined you in his bed. here you are back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling with beomgyu laying on his side.

“gyu- fuck. can you just hear me out for a- a second?” you struggle to face him after having your eyes shut a little too tight, causing you to see luminescent colours whenever you tried to blink your eyes open.

he stops his ministrations of rubbing your clothed bundle of nerves, knowing that your satin shorts have a dark patch spreading across the material. he has your one leg trapped between his thighs and the other spread out a little.

beomgyu knows how to get you shaking, he knows what makes you crave for more and how to tease you. but for some reason he just doesn’t seem to understand the fact that you may or may not have a small crush on his friend whom you’ve only met twice.

“what do you even have to say? that you want to drop me for yeonjun? he has many friends with benefits to go to, what makes you think he’ll drop them for a filthy whore like you?” he sighs, adjusting his position beside you, now resting on his arm and looking at you. his finger grazing strokes up and down your thigh hidden under the blanket you were both sharing.

“why are you being such a dick right now?" you stare right at him with your hand grabbing his wrist, stopping him at a halt from the embarrassingly delicious tingly sensation against your skin.

"me? baby, I'm satisfied with you. but it's starting to sound like you've only been hanging out with me often just to coincidentally see yeonjun too." he air quotes with his other hand.

"maybe I am? I think I like this guy, beomgyu. you're just selfish." you huff, rolling your eyes. he was beginning to irritate you.

"I'm selfish?" his fingers trail closer to your clothed core, slowly pushing the satin material aside. "no panties, as expected. it's very much whore behaviour if you tell me."

you inhale a sharp gasp as he prods at your sopping hole, gathering the slick between his middle and ring finger and gliding it up to circle lightly around your nub.

"see, my whore." he hums closer to your neck, his hot breath fanning against your skin. "you like that hm? is that why you're in my bed and not in the guest room with yeonjun?" he smirks as he watches your chest heave just under his field of vision, noticing the way your nipples start to perk up.

"I- I wanted to confide in you," another sharp gasp intrudes your sentence as his fingers prods your entrance and gradually sinking his fingers inside you. "but- oh fuck- you don't care. you're.. so fucking stupid." you manage to mutter.

beomgyu draws out a hum as he leans forward to leave kisses and nibbles along your neck while his fingers work inside your clenching cunt. the familiar feeling of his fingers curling up just how you like it.

"I'll fuck you stupid with my fingers, now stay quiet."

he sucks at the exposed area of your neck as you turn your head away in attempt of burying it in the pillow. his fingers don't stop plunging in deep, picking up the speed in contrast of his slow licks after he sucks at your skin. a short-high pitched squeal leaves your lips as he speeds up.

"did you want yeonjun listening in? he possibly could. you think he knows how much of a slut you are for me?" beomgyu continues his actions, now littering kisses along your chest and clothed nipples.

"beomgyu, I'm-" you swallow back a moan but your shaky breath and heavy heaving doesn't stop. neither does beomgyu's fingers, adding his thumb to simultaneously rub your clit while his two digits are non-stop pumping in your clenching cunt.

"tell me you want me. not yeonjun. just me. and I'll let you cum." he whispers against your chest, licking your perked nipples through your satin cami top.

"okayokayokay, I want you beomgyu. so fucking bad. please make me cum like you always do." you begin to squirm under his body in attempt to reach your climax quicker.

"stay still, yn. you don't want yeonjun anymore, do you? just me, right?" beomgyu returns to kissing your jaw as you sigh in his ear, murmuring countless 'yes's, borderline whining.

"mmm, gyu, m'gonna hah-" your ears are met with beomgyu's low chuckles, fascinated by the way your body won't stop squirming.

"choi fucking beomgyu," you exhale. "why the fuck did you stop?! I was so close." you almost sob from the loss of your orgasm, almost reaching that state of euphoria that only beomgyu's been able to give you for god knows how long you've been friends with benefits.

"sorry baby, it's late and I didn't want to wake anyone up. you were starting to get a little too loud." he whispers the last sentence, shooting you a wink with his stupid grin crawling on his lips. "at least now I know you want me and not yeonjun. you're mine."

he pulls his fingers out of you, not without a few twitches from you, and sticks his soiled fingers into his mouth, taking them out with an exaggerated pop and satisfied groan.

"sweet as always." he winks at you and you scoff at his ridiculous gestures.

beomgyu wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer to him as he rests his head on your boobs, which he likes to call his personal twin pillows. in no time he was silent with light breaths as you instinctively run your fingers through his outgrown hair.

"gyu, you're so annoying. but at least I know that you want me too." you smile to yourself, falling asleep with him.

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[mattybbernard]

Casual (Matt Sturniolo)

Pairing: Fwb!Matt x Fem!Reader

Summery: Based on “Casual” by Chappell Roan

Warnings: smut (MDNI), p in v, fingering, oral (f!receiving), squirting, public sex, car sex, swearing and strong language, filthy dirty talk, breeding kink, afab reader, no use of Y/N, use of random names (feel free to change it idrc), maybe more?

A/N: Erm, hey y’all, this is my first fic ever as well as my first time writing smut so please be kind. I’m also terrible at grammar and spelling and I wrote this in one sitting. I also did not proofread this so….have fun?

My friends call me a loser, 'cause I'm still hanging around. I've heard so many rumours, that I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch. I thought you thought of me better, someone you couldn't lose. You said, "We're not together", so now when we kiss, I have anger issues.

Three hours. Matt had texted you three hours ago and of course you replied right away, but he’s yet to read it.

Girls night at Payton’s house was supposed to be fun, a way to kick off summer by relaxing and drinking and gossiping. All of your friends who had gone off the college or university had come back to Boston for the summer, and you had taken the weekend off from your shitty waitressing job to spend time with them; but of course your focus was pulled away from your friends, and by Matt of all people. When your and Matt’s relationship went from a simple platonic friendship to something messier you had immediately told Peyton, to which she said that you’re way to beautiful and intelligent to be in a situationship of all things, especially at your age.

You looked down at your phone,

Read,

Peyton sat down beside you with a drink in her hands. “What’s going on with you?” She asked.

“Nothing.” You huffed and flopped back against the couch like a child.

“Don’t tell me you’re still talking to Matt.” Payton scolded.

“It’s not like I want to! He won’t go away!” Peyton gave you an unimpressed and unconvinced look. “Okay, so maybe I am. So what?”

“Babe, how many times have I told you, he’s a loser who refuses to see the gorgeous girl right in front of him. Drop him.” Peyton sighed.

“It’s not that easy-”

“Not to be bitchy or anything, but the more you cling onto this mess, the more of a loser you become.” Peyton cut you off before standing up to let her words sink in.

You said, "Baby, no attachment", but we're knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out, is it casual now?

“Jesus! Fuck!” You cried out as the hand that isn’t in Matt’s hair flies back to grasp at the headrest in his car.

“That feel good baby?” Matt mumbles again your exposed heat, before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit again.

A mess of jumbled syllables tumbles from your mouth along with a string of whimpers and moans. Matt’s hands keep a firm grip on the inside of your thighs, pushing them open for him as he sits on his heels on the dirty floor of the passenger’s side, as you stay sitting and spread out for him on the leather seat.

“Ugh, fuck you taste so good.” He groans as he likes a hard flat stripe from your hole to your puffy nub. His tongue instantly enters you at a rapid and aggressive pace. “C’mon baby, I know you’re close.”

“Mhm. Fuck.” You mumble from above him.

“I know baby, I know.” He coos as he switches from tongue fucking you to his fingers, the cold rings on his hands sending goosebumps up your ass and back. “Gonna cum for me?”

All you could do was nod your head, eyes closed and mouth clamped shut in ecstasy.

“Do it, c’mon, fucking cum all over me.” He egg’s you on.

The second he feels you stiffen and your legs begin to shake and tremble, he rips his fingers from your entrance. A stream of clear liquid gushes out of you and onto Matt’s face. The moans you let out at the sight of him opening his mouth to catch your release are borderline pornographic. His right hand comes up to your mound and he quickly brushes his fingers over you, causing the liquid to splatter across his face and the interior of his car.

“Fuck.” He grumbles and slurps up the puddle of liquid that remains on your pussy. “Atta girl.” He chuckles before placing a firm slap to your red and sensitive centre.

“Ah, fuck. Jesus Christ, Matt.” You scolded him as you sit up.

“You wanna come in?” He ignores your glare.

“Aren’t your parents and brothers home?”

“Yeah, so? They know we’re friends.” Matt shrugs as if he didn’t just finger fuck your brains out and then call you his friend.

It's hard being casual when my favorite bralette is in your dresser.

You sat against Matts headboard, his childhood sheets clutched in your hands to cover your naked body. It was early, about seven am, but you couldn’t be here when his family got up, you knew the rules.

You reached down to grab your underwear and sweat pants off Matts floor and began to slip them on as quietly as possible so you didn’t wake him up. You stood up and grabbed your shirt off the floor and bringing it up to cover your bare chest as you searched for your favourite bralette. You couldn’t find it at your apartment and the only other logical place it could be is in Matts room. As you tiptoed around his room to try and find it you landed on his dresser, quickly running over to it you pulled the top drawer out and began digging, and low and behold your baby blue bralette sat crumpled at the bottom of his sock drawer. Throwing the bra on, followed by your t-shirt and shoes, you stumbled out his room and left his house.

He said we were friends. You thought. But he kept my favourite bralette?

I know what you tell your friends. Baby, get me off again.

You’re pathetic. Why on earth would anyone with the littlest shred of self respect spend their day off texting a guy who clearly has no interest in her besides getting in her pants? Apparently you would.

All day you had been sending texts to Matt, and every time he left you on read.

“Haven’t spoken to u in a while.”

“U good?”

“Did you want to go see a movie later? I heard that new Deadpool Vs. Wolverine movie is supposed to be good.”

“Matt?”

“Matthew?”

Not a single reply until now. Desperate to see him you texted him the one thing you knew he couldn’t pass up.

“Miss u. U free tn?”

Not even a second later his reply came in.

“Be here in 10.”

I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner. Your parents at the table, you wonder why I'm bitter.

You looked at yourself in the dirty restaurant bathroom mirror, leaning on your hands that rested on the sink. With a deep sigh you reached into your purse to pull out your lipgloss, but right as you finished reapplying the product the bathroom door swung open. Assuming it was just another girl who needed to pee, you didn’t look at who entered. That is until you saw Matt appear in the mirror behind you.

“What the-” you began but was interrupted by Matt kissing you deeply, his arms wrapping around your waist so he could grip your ass.

“Matt.” You gasped between kisses. “This-” his mouth trailed from your lips to your jaw. “This is the ladies room.” You whimpered as he began to suck at your neck. “You can’t…you can’t be in here. Someone will-”

“It’s a good thing I locked the door then.” He smirked before lifting you of the ground and placing you on the sink.

He kissed you again and slipped a cold hand under your black t-shirt as the other ones tried to go up your red maxi skirt .

“Why’s your skirt so god damn long?” Matt huffed in frustration.

“I don’t know. Maybe because I don’t wanna have my ass hanging out in front of your parents.” You sassed.

Matt rolled his eyes as he continued to try and yank your skirt up.

“You’re not seriously gonna fuck me in gin a public bathroom.”

“God, do you ever stop complaining?” He groaned

“Whatever.” You mumbled and lifted you hips to help him pull your skirt up all the way. Matt unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and boxers down his legs enough for his dick to spring free. He shifted your underwear to the side and slid in.

“Fucked you a hundred times and you’re still so tight.” He hissed out.

“Feels so good Matt.” You moan as your body curled forward until your forehead met his shoulder.

“I know baby.” He cooed as he began to snap his hips into yours faster. “Gotta be quick, don’t want people to get suspicious do we?” He panted into your ear.

You shook your head and whimpered, your release quickly approaching.

“Ugh, fuck. That’s it, holy shit.” Matt babbled to himself, one hand on your shoulder and the other on the sink, his head flung back in pleasure. “Gonna fucking cum in your perfect pussy.”

Your legs wrapped around his hips, locking him in place as you began to tremble.

“That’s it baby, let it all out.” He grumbled as he pushed you over the edge. Matt’s hips began to stutter as his thrusts became uneven and erratic until he stilled, dick buried to the hilt as he filled you up with his release.

You both sat there catching your breath for a minute, Matt’s dick still wedged in your warm walls. Matt suddenly pulled his now soft dick out of you and grabbed some paper towels to wipe both yours and his cum off of himself. He threw the paper towel out and picked up his boxers and pants, he fastened his belt before turning back to you, still perched on the sink with his thick white release beginning to ooze out of you. Matt walked over, fixed your panties, pulled your skirt back down, and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Thats my girl.” He smiled before leaving the restroom to return to the table where his family awaited both of your returns.

“Casual my ass.” You scoffed.