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23victoria · 16 days ago

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"𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩"

*☾⋆･ﾟ pairings: 𝔬𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯 𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦 + 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔰 x 𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

word count: 6𝓀

*☾⋆･ﾟ synopsis: it’s your 2nd anniversary with oscar & lando and they decided to fly you to a surprise destination to celebrate but the celebration couldn’t wait until you landed 𝒸𝓌!☠︎ mile high club, ice play, voyeurism/exhibitionism, double penetration, threesome, oral (m & f), pet names, praise kink, rough sex, fingering, throat fucking, body worship, overstimulation, size kink, dacryphilia, cum play

authors note: porn without a plot basically, kinktober will be finished tomorrow or tuesday! spooktober should start thursday! i’m so excited, send in ideas and characters you think the f1 drivers would be!! i hope you enjoy! likes, asks, and reblogs are appreciated!!

𝔴𝔞𝔫��𝔞 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱? CLICK HERE!

*☾⋆･ﾟ f1 MASTERLIST KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

As you sit between Oscar and Lando, the hum of the private plane lulls you into a peaceful state. The three of you are headed toward a secret destination for your third anniversary, and the excitement is palpable. You glance out the window at the clouds, but soon find yourself distracted by Lando’s playful smirk as he leans in close to you.

"Why don't we get this celebration started early, huh?" Lando's voice is low, sending a thrill down your spine. His lips brush against your neck, his breath warm as he places soft kisses there. You tilt your head, giving him more access, unable to resist the soft sigh that escapes your lips.

Oscar watches from the other side of you, his eyes darkening with interest as Lando’s hand trails along your waist. Lando presses his lips harder against your neck, and a moan slips from you. It’s all the invitation Lando needs. His hands gently push you down onto the couch, positioning himself between your legs with an eager grin.

"Why don’t we put on a show for Oscar, baby?" he teases, his voice husky. Your breath hitches, but any response you try to give is quickly replaced by another moan as Lando’s head dips between your thighs.

The soft leather of the plane’s couch feels cool against your back, but Lando’s tongue, warm and insistent, quickly pulls your focus. His mouth moves skillfully, each flick and stroke drawing sounds from you that seem to fuel him. Oscar shifts in his seat, his gaze locked on you as he watches, the intensity in his eyes making the moment even more charged.

Your body arches into Lando’s touch, his tongue working you closer and closer to the edge. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as your breathing becomes more erratic. You can feel Oscar’s eyes on you, the weight of his attention only heightening your pleasure. It’s overwhelming, and as Lando looks up at you, his mouth never slowing, you reach your peak, crying out as you fall apart beneath him.

Lando grins, clearly proud of himself, and slowly crawls up your body. His lips find yours, and the kiss is needy, raw, and filled with desire. You can taste yourself on him, and it only makes you want him more. Without thinking, your hands fumble with his pants, and he lets out a low chuckle.

"Someone’s eager for this cock, huh?" he teases, his voice rough with lust.

You meet his gaze, your own filled with a silent plea, and without further hesitation, you take him in your mouth. Lando’s hands immediately find your hair, his head falling back as a deep groan rumbles through him. "Fuck, that��s a good girl," he praises, his voice dripping with pleasure. "Such a perfect mouth."

Each movement of your mouth pulls another sound from him—grunts, moans, each one louder than the last. His hips buck slightly, but you stay steady, keeping your rhythm as you swallow him down. Lando’s fingers tighten in your hair, his breathing becoming ragged.

"Fuck, yes. Swallow it, baby," he growls. And you do, without hesitation, your tongue working against him until he’s unraveling in your mouth. Lando’s hands grip your shoulders as he releases, his body trembling slightly. "That’s so hot," he mutters, his voice breathless. "You’re so hot, baby."

He pulls you up into a messy kiss, his lips crashing against yours in a hungry, sloppy exchange. His hand cups the back of your neck, and you melt into the kiss, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue.

But Lando pulls back, his eyes glinting with mischief as he glances over at Oscar. "You can’t forget about Oscar, baby," he says, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

You turn, locking eyes with Oscar, whose smoldering expression sends another jolt of desire through you. Without a word, you get up and move toward him. Oscar has been waiting patiently, but there’s a fire in his gaze now, one that says he’s been more than ready for you.

You kneel between his legs, hands sliding over his thighs as you look up at him. His fingers gently brush through your hair, his touch tender but filled with anticipation. You don’t waste any time, your lips parting as you take him in your mouth. Oscar lets out a low groan, his hands tangling in your hair as he guides you, his hips lifting slightly to meet your movements.

Next to you, Lando watches with a pleased grin, still catching his breath but clearly enjoying the view. "Such a good girl," Lando murmurs, his voice soft but filled with pride. "Look at how you take him down so well."

Oscar’s grip on your hair tightens slightly, his breathing becoming heavier as he loses himself in the sensation. "Poor girl’s drooling because of you, Osc," Lando teases, his eyes flicking between the two of you.

Oscar smirks, his confidence growing as he guides your movements with firm but gentle hands. The pleasure rolling off him is palpable, and you push yourself further, wanting to give him the same satisfaction you gave Lando. Oscar’s quiet grunts turn into low moans, his control beginning to slip as you work him closer to his release. His hips buck against your mouth, his eyes half-lidded as he watches you.

When Oscar finally releases, the intensity of the moment makes you dizzy, but it’s worth every second. His hands stroke through your hair, gently pulling you up to his lips. His kiss is tender, sweet, and filled with the promise of more.

But it’s not over yet. Oscar stands, lifting you effortlessly into his arms and carrying you to the bed in the corner of the plane. He lays you down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin behind your ear as he whispers, "We’re just getting started, baby."

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Oscar is sitting beside you, his hand resting on your thigh, while Lando is across from you, lounging with a lazy smirk playing on his lips. There’s an underlying tension in the air, a slow burn of anticipation that has your heart racing.

Oscar leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he speaks, his voice sending a thrill down your spine. “I enjoyed the show you and Lando put on for me earlier,” he murmurs, the playful undertone in his voice making you squirm. His lips brush the side of your neck, teasingly close. “But why don’t we switch things up? Let’s put on a little show for Lando, baby. What do you think?”

His words linger in the air, and your pulse quickens at the suggestion. You can feel the heat of his gaze as you glance over at Lando, who’s watching you with dark, eager eyes. The corners of his lips tug upward into that cocky grin of his, clearly intrigued by Oscar’s proposition. Swallowing the sudden wave of nervous excitement, you nod, your agreement sealed with the quiet movement.

Oscar’s eyes light up, his hand tightening slightly on your thigh as he shifts closer. There’s something about his quiet confidence that always makes your knees weak, and right now, that effect is amplified tenfold. He reaches over to the small table beside him, picking up the glass of ice that had been set there earlier. The sight of it in his hands sends a shiver of anticipation through you—an unspoken promise of what’s to come.

“Good girl,” Oscar murmurs, his voice a soft hum of approval. He takes one piece of ice and places it between his lips, the contrast of his warmth and the cold ice making your skin prickle with excitement. His eyes never leave yours as he leans in closer, his breath fanning across your neck as he begins to trail the ice down your skin.

The coolness of the ice sends a jolt through you, your body reacting instantly as the icy touch contrasts sharply with the heat that’s been steadily building between you. Oscar moves slowly, deliberately, savoring every second as he traces the ice down the side of your neck. You tilt your head back slightly, offering him more of your skin as your breath hitches in response. The cold sensation mixed with the warmth of his breath is intoxicating, and you find yourself arching into him, silently begging for more.

The ice melts quickly against the heat of your body, but Oscar is nothing if not persistent. His hand slides up to your chest, his fingers cool from the lingering ice as he brushes them over your bare skin. When he reaches your breasts, he pauses, smirking at the way you tense beneath his touch. Slowly, teasingly, he trails the ice over your nipples, drawing soft gasps from your lips with each motion.

Your body is on fire beneath him, every nerve ending coming alive as he moves the ice in slow circles, watching your reaction with that familiar glint of amusement in his eyes. The cold is almost unbearable, but in the best possible way. And just when you think you’ve reached your limit, he lowers his mouth to replace the ice with his warm lips, sucking and biting gently at your sensitive skin.

“God,” you gasp softly, your fingers tangling in the back of his hair as your back arches involuntarily off the couch. The sharp contrast between the cold and his warm mouth is making your head spin, and Oscar knows exactly what he’s doing—taking his time, driving you mad with slow, deliberate teasing.

His tongue flicks over your nipple, and you feel your entire body tense as you let out another breathy moan. Oscar smirks against your skin before moving down lower, his mouth leaving a heated trail as he descends. His hand slips back into the glass of ice, retrieving another piece, and he presses it against your stomach, watching as your muscles contract in response to the sudden cold.

“Still with me, baby?” Oscar’s voice is smooth, teasing, as he continues his path downward, the ice melting quickly against the heat of your skin. You nod, barely able to find the words to respond as the anticipation of what’s next coils tighter in your belly.

Oscar lingers at your hips, his hands spreading your thighs apart with ease. His eyes meet yours, and the intensity in his gaze makes your breath catch. He smirks again, lowering his head between your legs, but not before taking another piece of ice and trailing it from your chest, down your stomach, and finally to your inner thighs. The sensation makes your legs tremble, your breath coming out in shallow pants as he inches closer to where you need him most.

The ice moves lower, teasingly close, and your hips lift off the couch instinctively, your body begging for more. When the cold finally reaches your clit, you let out a soft moan, the sensation almost too much to handle. Oscar watches you, his eyes darkening with desire as he presses the ice against you, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you in place.

“Ah! Oscar,” you whimper, your fingers clutching at the back of his head, your grip tightening as he bites down gently on your inner thigh. The combination of the ice and his mouth is dizzying, and you feel yourself spiraling closer to the edge with every movement.

Oscar’s lips finally replace the ice, his warm mouth a stark contrast to the cold as he flicks his tongue over your clit. Your head falls back against the couch, a string of soft moans slipping from your lips as your body reacts to the sudden onslaught of sensations. His tongue moves in slow, deliberate circles, each flick sending a jolt of pleasure through you. When his cold fingers join in, pressing into you with precision, you can’t help the cry that escapes your lips.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, your voice a soft, whiny plea as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over. The pressure builds quickly, and your hips grind against his face instinctively, seeking more. Oscar’s smirk is almost palpable against your skin, clearly enjoying how easily you fall apart beneath him.

Your hand tightens in his hair, tugging hard as your body trembles with the overwhelming pleasure. He groans softly at the pull, clearly enjoying the way you’re coming undone, his tongue working you with expert precision. But just as you’re teetering on the edge, your body tensing in anticipation of release, he pulls away, leaving you whimpering in frustration.

“No—Oscar, please,” you whine, your hips bucking up toward him in desperation. The loss of contact is maddening, but Oscar just chuckles softly, his breath warm against your thigh as he looks up at you with a teasing grin.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he says, his voice a low murmur filled with amusement. “I’ll make up for it. I promise.”

Without another word, he reaches for the glass of ice again, this time taking one last piece and popping it into his mouth. The sound of the ice cracking between his teeth fills the small cabin, and your breath catches in your throat as you watch him with wide eyes. He leans down, his hands spreading your thighs further apart as he settles back between them, his gaze never leaving yours.

Then, with the ice still melting in his mouth, Oscar presses his lips back to you, the coldness of the ice and the heat of his tongue sending shockwaves through your entire body. The sensation is overwhelming, your back arching off the couch as your hands fly to his hair, tugging hard in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.

The combination of his cold fingers and his mouth is almost too much. Your body trembles violently beneath him, your thighs squeezing around his head as your hips buck up toward him. Oscar’s hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he continues, his tongue moving in slow, torturous circles that have you crying out in pleasure.

Your moans fill the cabin, loud and desperate as the pressure builds again, and you can feel the edge approaching far too quickly. You try to pull away, the intensity almost too much to bear, but Oscar just tightens his grip on your thighs, pinning you in place.

“Bad girl,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice muffled but filled with teasing amusement. “You know better than to run.”

Lando’s laughter cuts through the haze of pleasure, reminding you of his presence. “You’re being so loud, baby,” Lando teases, his voice closer now. “Do you want the pilots to hear you?”

Before you can respond, Lando’s lips crash against yours, capturing your moan as Oscar continues his relentless assault between your legs. The kiss is messy and desperate, your tongues tangling as Lando’s hands find your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipples in slow, deliberate circles. It’s too much—the combination of Oscar’s mouth and Lando’s touch is sending you over the edge, and you can feel the release building, unstoppable now.

When your orgasm hits, it crashes over you with a force that leaves you breathless, your entire body trembling as you cry out against Lando’s mouth. But Oscar doesn’t stop. His tongue and fingers continue their relentless pace, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from you, leaving you shaking beneath him. You feel like you’re floating as your body shakes through another high.

Lando’s lips trail along your jaw, feather-light kisses that do little to ground you as you’re still trembling from the overstimulation coursing through your body. His touch, however gentle, only heightens the pleasure that lingers in the aftermath of your release. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, your body still reeling from the intense waves Oscar pulled out of you.

Oscar, on the other hand, seems far from finished. His mouth remains firmly between your legs, his tongue dragging slowly against your sensitive skin, coaxing more sounds from your lips. Your body jerks involuntarily at the overstimulation, but the sensation of his cool fingers, mingled with the warmth of his lips, is too much to resist. You can feel another orgasm building, even as your mind struggles to comprehend it.

"God, Oscar, please..." you breathe out, your voice barely more than a whisper as you tug on his hair. He groans at the pull, the sound vibrating through your core. You try to close your thighs around his head, to pull away from the relentless pleasure, but he only tightens his grip on your hips, holding you firmly in place. There’s no escape.

Lando’s warm breath is at your ear again, his lips brushing the shell as he whispers, “You’re taking it so well, baby. Oscar’s making you feel so good, huh?” His words send a shiver through you, the teasing edge in his tone making your body react instinctively.

Oscar pulls back slightly, glancing up at you with a devilish smirk. His lips are glistening, his eyes dark with desire. "Look at her," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "So beautiful, falling apart just for me."

Before you can even think to respond, Oscar dips his head again, this time pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you need him. Your breath catches in your throat as his cold fingers begin their slow ascent up your body again. He leaves a wet trail in their wake, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

Lando’s hand moves from your breast down your body, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist as he watches Oscar with a hungry gaze. His other hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back to claim your lips in another heated kiss. It’s sloppy, intense, your tongues sliding against each other in a way that has you moaning into his mouth. The taste of him is mixed with the remnants of your earlier release, and it only fuels the fire building inside you once again.

“Do you like being in the middle, baby?” Lando murmurs against your lips, his voice low and teasing. “Having us both take care of you?”

You nod, unable to find the words, your mind clouded by the overwhelming sensations. Lando’s lips curve into a smirk against your mouth before he pulls back slightly, brushing his thumb over your swollen bottom lip.

"Such a good girl," he praises, his tone filled with admiration. His words make your heart race, the validation wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

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Oscar shifts beneath you, his hands pressing your thighs wider apart as he moves back between them. "Let’s see just how much our girl can take," he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

He dips his head again, this time pressing his tongue directly against your clit. The sensation is overwhelming, the coldness of his touch mingling with the heat already pulsing through your body. You gasp, your back arching off the couch as another wave of pleasure crashes over you.

Oscar’s tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes, each one drawing you closer and closer to the edge again. His fingers slide back inside you, curling expertly as he finds that spot that makes you see stars. Your breath is coming in short, ragged gasps now, your body trembling uncontrollably as the pressure builds once again.

Lando’s hand moves from your waist to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it in a gentle, possessive hold. "You’re so perfect like this," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "Falling apart for us."

You’re teetering on the edge now, your body writhing beneath Oscar’s skilled mouth and fingers. The sensation is too much, the pleasure too intense, and yet you crave more. Your hands fly to his hair again, tugging hard as you try to ground yourself, but it only seems to spur him on. He groans against you, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body.

“Please—Osc, Lan—” Your voice is a desperate plea, your body begging for release, but the words are lost in the haze of pleasure. You don’t know if you’re asking them to stop or to keep going, but either way, you’re completely at their mercy.

Oscar pulls back just enough to speak, his voice a low growl that has your stomach flipping with desire. "I want to hear you scream for me, baby."

His words are a command, one that your body has no choice but to obey. He flicks his tongue over your clit again, and your entire body seizes up as the orgasm rips through you, leaving you breathless and shaking. Your hands tighten in his hair, your thighs trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

Oscar doesn’t stop, his fingers still moving inside you, coaxing out every last bit of pleasure. Your body jerks involuntarily, the overstimulation almost too much to bear, but Oscar just smirks against you, clearly enjoying the way you’re falling apart beneath him.

Lando’s hand tightens slightly around your throat, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, "There’s our good girl. Taking it so well."

His praise only intensifies the pleasure, sending another wave of heat through your already trembling body. Your mind is a blur, completely lost in the sensation as your body finally begins to come down from the high.

Oscar pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looks up at you with that familiar, satisfied grin. "You taste so good, baby," he murmurs, his voice filled with appreciation.

Lando chuckles softly, brushing your hair back from your sweat-dampened forehead as he plants a soft kiss on your temple. "You look wrecked, love. But we’re not done yet, are we, Oscar?"

Oscar smirks, his gaze flicking to Lando before he shifts beside you, pulling you up to sit on his lap. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he presses his lips to your ear. "No. No we aren’t baby."

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You’re still catching your breath, feeling every inch of your body sensitized from the relentless pleasure Oscar just pulled from you. Lando’s soft chuckle vibrates next to your ear, and you feel him slide his hand down to trace the curve of your inner thigh, his touch featherlight but purposeful.

“Are you soaked, baby?” he asks, voice teasing as his fingers brush against your slick skin. “Look at that gaping hole... are you empty, baby?”

Your response comes out in a broken mewl, a sound that barely conveys the desperate need surging through you. “Mhm…”

Lando’s smirk deepens, his hand now stroking the wetness between your legs, feeling the evidence of how wrecked you are. “Yeah, you want Oscar to fuck you with his big cock, don’t you?”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words, your body instinctively arching in response. You nod, biting your lip as the ache between your legs intensifies. “Yes…” you whisper, your voice barely audible as you lock eyes with Oscar.

Oscar’s chuckle is low, sending another wave of anticipation through you. He positions himself between you, his hands running down your hips as he teases you, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, gathering your wetness. The sensation is maddening, his touch both deliberate and agonizingly slow.

You’re about to plead when you finally feel the tip of him pushing into you, stretching you inch by inch. Your breath catches in your throat as he fills you completely, his cock bottoming out in you, so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

Oscar lets out a guttural groan, gripping your hips as he starts moving, his pace rough and unrelenting from the start. His thrusts are powerful, each one driving deeper than the last, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the cabin. Your moans are uncontrollable, spilling out of you as you try to keep up with the overwhelming sensation of him taking you.

Lando leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he grins. “Baby, you’re too loud… we don’t want the pilots to hear you, do we?” His tone is teasing, but there’s a hint of dominance behind it that makes you tremble.

You barely manage to gasp in response, too consumed by the feeling of Oscar pounding into you. Lando’s fingers grip your chin, tilting your head back to look at him. “Open your mouth, baby,” he orders softly, his thumb brushing against your lips.

Without hesitation, you obey, parting your lips as Lando slides his cock into your mouth, his grip firm but gentle on your throat as he begins to fuck it. The sensation of being filled from both ends sends your mind spiraling, the overwhelming pressure making it impossible to think of anything but the pleasure consuming you.

Oscar’s pace quickens, his grip on your hips tightening as he continues to fuck you relentlessly. Your moans are muffled around Lando’s cock, but you can feel the vibrations from your sounds as they travel through your throat. The weight of it all—the fullness, the pleasure, the intensity—has you clawing at Oscar’s thighs, trying to ground yourself, but it’s futile.

“You’re doing so well,” Lando praises, his voice rough as he thrusts into your mouth, his grip on your neck keeping you in place. “Such a good girl… taking both of us like this.”

The praise only spurs you on, even as your body threatens to give in to the intensity of it all. Your mind is foggy, lost in the pleasure as Oscar hits a spot inside you that has your toes curling, a rush of heat surging through your core. The tension in your body snaps, and before you know it, you’re coming hard around Oscar’s cock, your muscles tightening as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you.

Oscar doesn’t slow down. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, each thrust pulling more pleasure out of you until you’re trembling, your body a mess of overstimulation. Lando’s hand moves to tangle in your hair, holding you steady as his cock moves deeper into your throat. You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensations, but the heat between the three of you only intensifies.

Your body shakes with the aftershocks of your orgasm, but Oscar’s relentless pace pushes you toward the edge again. His grip tightens on your hips, his rhythm faltering slightly as he nears his own release. With a deep groan, Oscar slams into you one last time, spilling inside you as he groans your name in a low, husky voice.

Lando’s thrusts grow erratic, and with one final push, he comes down your throat, his groans mixing with Oscar’s. You swallow eagerly, the warmth of him filling your mouth as you gasp for air between breaths.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of pleasure, the three of you collapse together, chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. The air in the cabin feels electric, the heat between you still palpable even in the afterglow.

Lando brushes the hair out of your face, his touch gentle now as he leans in to plant soft kisses along your jaw. “You’re such a good girl,” he murmurs, his voice filled with admiration. “So perfect…”

Oscar pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You did so good, baby,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear as his fingers trail down your arm. His voice is soothing, but you know there’s more to come when he adds, “But you can give us a few more, right?”

You’re weak, your muscles exhausted and your mind foggy, but you manage a shaky nod, still craving more despite the exhaustion. “Yes…” you whisper, barely finding your voice.

Lando’s soft laugh echoes behind you, his hands moving to support your waist. “We know you can baby,” he says, his tone teasing but laced with affection. “Come here.” His strength surprises you as he lifts you easily, placing you into Oscar’s waiting arms.

Oscar shifts to the edge of the bed, positioning himself beneath you. Before you can catch your breath, Lando lowers you onto Oscar’s cock, the sudden stretch making you squeal in surprise. Your body reacts instantly, the pleasure overwhelming as you adjust to the new angle. But even as Oscar fills you completely, you can’t help but notice that something feels different.

Your brow furrows in confusion when you realize you’re only halfway seated on his dick. That’s when Lando’s hands gently adjust your legs, guiding you forward until you’re leaning into Oscar’s chest. Just as you open your mouth to question what they’re doing, a sharp, burning stretch steals your breath away. You scream out, overwhelmed by the sensation of Lando’s cock pushing into you alongside Oscar’s.

The sensation is too much—your body stretching beyond its limits as you feel both of them filling you. The combination of pain and pleasure crashes into you, leaving you trembling and gasping. Lando’s lips are on yours in an instant, muffling your scream as he kisses you deeply. The sensation of their cocks moving together inside you is overwhelming, leaving you dizzy and barely able to think straight.

You’re too full, your body overstimulated, your mind unable to process the sheer intensity of what they’re doing to you. They both push into you at the same time, and the feeling is indescribable—so good it almost hurts, leaving you on the edge of tears as your body adjusts to the fullness. Every inch of you feels like it’s on fire, and yet, you crave more.

Oscar’s hands wrap around your waist, holding you steady as he kisses along your neck. His voice is soft in your ear, filled with affection. “Ready, baby?”

You don’t have time to respond before they start to move. The initial thrusts are slow, giving you a moment to adjust, but the sensation is still overwhelming. You feel every inch of them as they slide in and out of you, each movement perfectly synchronized. It’s too much, too intense, and yet you can’t stop the moans spilling from your lips.

As their pace quickens, your body gives in to the pleasure, the overwhelming fullness pushing you toward another climax. You try to hold on, but the sensation is too much. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, your voice barely holding together as they both pound into you. “It’s too much… I can’t…”

Oscar’s grip tightens around you as his pace becomes relentless. “Yes you can, princess,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing contrast to the intensity of his thrusts. The way he says it, with so much certainty, makes you believe him even when you feel like you’re falling apart.

The pressure builds again, stronger this time as their movements become more urgent. Oscar lays back on the bed, taking you with him as his arms stay wrapped around your trembling form. Lando’s knee comes up onto the bed, giving him leverage to push even deeper into you. The new angle has you gasping, a loud moan escaping your lips as their cocks hit every sensitive spot inside you.

At this point, neither of them care about being quiet. The sounds of their groans mix with your own cries, filling the cabin. You’re too far gone to worry about the noise, too lost in the sensation of being completely overwhelmed by them. The pleasure is so intense that you can’t focus on anything else—the only thing that exists is the way they’re both relentlessly driving you to the edge.

The world around you fades as you come again, your vision blurring as you scream out their names. You’re shaking, your body completely spent, but they don’t stop. They push you through your climax, their cocks still moving inside you, leaving you trembling and overstimulated.

You can feel the shift in their pace, both of them nearing their own releases. Their thrusts grow erratic, desperate, and you can barely hold on as the pressure builds inside you again. When they finally come, groaning your name in unison, the sensation of them spilling inside you sends you over the edge one last time.

The intensity of it all leaves you breathless, your ears ringing as the world goes dark around you. You’re floating in a space of pure, empty bliss, completely undone by the two of them.

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The world slowly comes back into focus, your body still trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. You can feel the aftershocks of the intense orgasm radiating through you, your limbs heavy and your breathing uneven. As your senses return, you realize Lando’s warm presence beside you, his hand already between your thighs, fingers teasing your sensitive entrance.

“Look at that, baby,” Lando murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watches the mix of his and Oscar’s cum spill out of you. The sight of it clearly fascinates him, and he leans in closer, his fingers playing at the edges of your entrance. You’re still so sensitive, each slight touch sending shivers down your spine.

Before you can even respond, he gently pushes his fingers back into you, gathering the cum and slowly working it back inside. The sensation is too much, your body twitching in response to the overstimulation, but Lando’s gaze is fixated, his eyes dark with intent.

“You’re so full, baby,” he whispers, his tone teasing as he toys with you, pushing the cum in deeper with deliberate, lazy motions. You whimper softly, your hips instinctively arching toward his touch despite your exhaustion. Every movement of his fingers sends shockwaves of sensation through you, your body torn between the lingering sensitivity and the renewed need building in your core.

Lando smirks, his fingers still moving slowly inside you, keeping you on edge. “You’re still so sensitive… but look at how you take it all so well.” Lando’s fingers continue their slow torment, teasing the sensitive flesh, pushing their combined cum back inside you. It’s too much, but your body reacts anyway, hips twitching in response, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cuts through the fog, warm and commanding. “Stop teasing her, Lando,” Oscar says as he steps into your line of sight, his brows furrowed in concern. “She’s still out of it, aren’t you, baby?” His eyes soften as they meet yours.

You manage to nod weakly, a breathless “yes” slipping from your lips, though your voice is barely more than a whimper. Oscar chuckles softly, his hand brushing your cheek tenderly. “I know, princess. I know,” he murmurs, his voice filled with care. The warmth of his touch brings a sense of comfort that eases the overstimulation flooding your senses.

Oscar disappears for a moment, and when he returns, he has a warm, damp cloth in his hand. “Here, let’s get you cleaned up.” His voice is soothing as he uses the rag to gently wipe between your legs, the warmth easing the raw sensitivity from Lando’s teasing. Every motion is careful, deliberate, as if he’s trying to bring you back from the brink of overstimulation.

“You did so good for us,” Oscar coos, his tone laced with affection as he continues to clean you up. Lando’s hands remain on your body, but now they’re softer, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your skin, not pushing, just grounding you in their presence.

“Yeah, baby,” Lando adds, his voice a low rumble as he presses soft kisses along your shoulder. “You were perfect.”

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xo-cod · 1 year ago

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a/n: if it doesn't make sense my bad. i'm not rlly good at writing smut LOL but smut with simon :") pls ignore any mistakes, i know it's ooc 🫣 feel free to request with any of the 141 + konig :") <33

mdni!! 18+

cw: cockwarming, dry humping, p in v, eating out ☠

simon ghost riley ♡ who loves to wake you up by eating you out. he can't help himself when he sees your sweet face on the brink of waking up. he sneaks down the sheets, settling between your thighs. his cheeks are already pink, eyes blown with desire while he gingerly moves your panties to the side. he's too desperate to pull them all the way back.

his tongue licks a long strip, shivering in delight as he licks you again. and then he's sucking on your clit so eagerly like a man starved, his own hips grinding into the mattress as he groans into your wet cunt. his hands grab your thighs closer around his face while he continues to lick and suck you. your hand pushing his head deeper into your aching core is all he needs before he holds your legs higher.

his tongue worked you so deliciously bringing you closer, swirling around your bud. he pulls away for a few seconds, sucking the sensitive flesh so lightly and perfectly this time. the heat unravelling on your lower abdomen, the familiar waves of pleasure hitting you. your legs shake and tremble as the orgasm comes slamming down on you. resulting in your hips lifted off the bed and releasing all in his mouth. the mere force of it leaves you panting and breathing deeply while he lightly hums, lapping at your essence. making sure he got every last drop before finally he releases you from his mouth with a soft chuckle and peeks his head back up from the blanket

"g'morning my love"

simon ghost riley ♡ the only man that can have you between the line of pleasure of pain. when you're so overstimulated, tears running down your cheeks at yet another orgasm he's trying to coax your body into having when your nails are clawing into his back, muffled whines in his chest as he continues to angle his hips in deeper. he feignes sympathy, kissing your neck as he shushes your pretty sounds. it's not his fault you just feel so good around his aching cock, you wanna be his little plaything don't you?

so he brings you into a mating press, groaning as the new position allows him to thrust in a little more deeper. his hips are sloppy, his breaths coming out in short burst while he brings the two of you closer to edge of pleasure. you're not sure what you're feeling, everything is swimming in your head and yet he's never felt so good. he coos in amusement, kissing your lips as he holds your waist down while your legs are shaking around him

"c'mon lovie, doing so good for me. just one more for me, yeah? fuck-, such a good girl"

simon ghost riley ♡ who got jealous one night when you were both out having a nice dinner. he saw just how flirty the waiter was and even if you didn't reciprocate any energy back, he still felt the need to make you as his. so he took you by hand and to the nearest bathroom to pound his frustrations into your eager cunt.

he's not usually one to simply have his way with you whenever but tonight was different. every thrust, every spank, all of it hit so different especially when you know the reason why. your hands are clutching the sink as he holds your hips higher, practically growling in your neck when he can feel you tighten.

you're biting your tongue to stop any whimper come out when his every thrust feels like your eyes are going to roll back into your head everytime he hits that special spot within you. he doesn't grant you any mercy, pounding deeper everytime you move. and when you're squirming underneath him, he's already using his knee to separate your legs even more so he can penetrate you deeper

"c'mon let them hear how pretty you sound. let that waiter know exactly who you belong to"

simon ghost riley ♡ who came back from deployment a few days earlier than he thought, so incredibly desperate for you. it'd been too many days, he was going simply stir crazy without your touch. and he practically moaned when he saw you in the blankets, a soft look on your face as you hold him close.

he's so needy tonight, he doesn't even make it out of his boxers as he eagerly bucks into you. soft moans falling from his swollen lips, his hands clenched around you tightly while he's singing your praises.

he was just dry humping you, the only sounds were his soft whines as he came closer to his relief. you opened your legs a little more to help aid him and he could've fallen apart then and there, babbling at how good you feel when his breath hitched. he's close, his arms wrapped around your waist while his face is buried into your neck as his hips continue to rock against yours desperately.

he whimpers when he slowly begins to stop his pants soiled with his release. his breathing is erratic as he mumbles out his apology, still holding your close.

and finally simon ghost riley ♡ who cockwarms you early in the morning, muffling his whines into your neck because you feel so tight and good around him. he resists the urge to eagerly buck his hips into you, not wanting to ruin the moment but you feel so good he can't hold it back.

he loves the closeness the both of you have, his arms encasing you between his warm body as he pushes slowly into you. he stretches you over his cock, mindful not to go too fast for you this early in the morning. you look like an angel under him, he can't help but press a few tender kisses to your face in pure adoration.

there's no rush, the morning is quiet and calm. the sun barely rising over the horizon. he's too sleepy to go any faster, his hips going at a leisurely pace in and out of your walls. he can feel your muscles clenching around him, indicating just how near your climax is. but he doesn't stop even when you've come, still moving his hips into you enjoying how you felt around him.

"t-that's it baby, easy easy-- fuck so good f'me-"

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x y/n #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #simon riley x reader smut

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povcastiel · 3 days ago

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˖ . ݁𝜗☠︎︎𝜚. ݁₊

The King of the Pirates and… His Queen

Tags | Monkey D. Luffy x Siren Reader

Warnings | Sexual content, fluuuuuuufffff

MDNI

[ Soooooooo, I really had to get this out. ILY <3]

Realization…

Monkey D. Luffy is oblivious.

Between his constant thought of a tasty meal, finding the One Piece, and claiming his rightful title—he can’t be bothered to notice subtle signs of love… of lust.

He adores you, that much is true, (in his own unhinged way) but even Sanji couldn’t be successful in dropping the Captain hints.

That’s all until the world tilted on its axis and you saved his life. Lucky fins and all, Luffy doomed by the Devil Fruit in his veins. Cursed by the sea, his only refuge had been in your arms. Not daring to abandon his precious straw hat, as you reached the wet sand of the beach. You’d forgotten all about the chaos that landed you here when you looked over his peaceful face. The scar beneath his eye so prominent, and his raven hair clinging against his forehead. Red shirt undone, abdomen muscles shinning in the sun. He looked like a man from one of those romance novels Robin let you borrow from time to time.

Luffy eventually came to, opening his eyes to the beauty that was you and the rest was written. From that moment on, Luffy owed you everything and in return, he silently made his own claim over you.

No turning back…

Luffy seized his opportunity, sooner rather than later. All it took was another flirty look from his cook and every ounce of jealousy within him came to a head.

And you’ve never seen him so possessive. Especially after he dragged you off to the men’s quarters. You’d only witnessed this kind of determination during the many impulsive fights he threw himself into.

It was all teeth and desperation. Nips and rough bites against your skin, blooming bruises that left you scolding him. Luffy would offer his signature “sorry…” and repeat the motions until you gave up altogether. Which was all he needed to completely devour you, to ruin you.

Really... you regretted letting him get a taste so soon. You’re familiar to tear stained cheeks, because Luffy promises after ever high that it’s last time. Muffled words against your sweet sex. "One more f'me sweetness..." He lied… He’s starving and you’re enduring it all until your fingers are tangled in his hair, tugging him away. (Not without a fight from your whining Captain.)

"Please baby, you can take it..."

Your his, he’s yours…

Aside from Zoro, your loyalty is everything to him. He’s carved out a spot just for you, within his heart. After everything, you couldn’t dare turn your back on him.

He hasn’t misplaced the memory of your first encounter. Stranded on an island, damaged fins from ruthless pirates. He wasn’t like them… his bouncing enthusiasm was infectious. Chopper was a life saver — the cutest reindeer you’d ever seen. You weren’t sure how to repay him, but many cotton candy clouds later… you think you’re even.

Who knew Monkey D. Luffy was such a simp? He wants you close every chance he gets. He’s possessive, over protective, and in times of trouble… he doesn’t even think of leaving you.

You’ve earned the golden status. Shown off to everyone. A chance encounter with big brother Ace? You’re the first one he’s introducing. You’ve even got Shanks’ stamp of approval.

Luffy’s dreams have broadened. The throne he desires is now yours, but don’t expect a second chair.

Monkey D. Luffy’s got it pictured in his mind. Crowns to adorn your heads and his most prized treasure of all is you… right on his lap.

Oh- Sanji thinks you're out of Luffy's league... ;)

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sxfterhearts · 1 month ago

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tainted

DAY 3: phonesex/sexting/foreplay/dystopia with choi jiung

🕸 genre/pairings: dystopia!au - lower working class, dom!jiung x upper class, sub!reader

🕸 warnings: smut nsfw (mdni) | phone sex, mutual guided masturbation, slight degradation and corruption kink (consensual), name calling, praise, forbidden relationship

🕸 word count: 2,567 words

⛧°。 ⋆༺ ☠︎︎ ༻⋆。 °⛧

“This is gonna be the last time, I swear.”

“You said that the last time we did this.”

“Well… I just can’t help myself, especially not when you look like that. C’mon, take it off for me, sweetheart.” Jiung coaxed in a seductively low register, a smirk working its way onto his pretty face. His greedy eyes were glued to his phone screen, following your every move from behind his wispy black bangs.

What can he say? He really couldn’t help himself. Phone in one hand, the other inching towards his crotch, the urge to rub himself in search of sweet, sweet relief was too strong to fight off. So he didn’t – Jiung simply gave in to the temptation, diving head first into his desire for you.

The past hour had been pure torture. Not only was he absolutely swamped at work with unrealistic deadlines, but he also had to force himself to stay awake for the weekly government broadcast at the assembly hall. Jiung didn’t understand why they made it compulsory viewing every Friday – the content was repeated every week: stay within your factions, don’t interact with outsiders and abide by the curfew. For all he cared, the drawling voice could’ve been speaking in an entirely different language and he wouldn’t even have noticed.

Not when you were the sole centre of his attention; the only thought that preoccupied his mind.

It was forbidden – whatever this thing you had going on between the two of you, anyway. Neither of you had a clue what this was. Being from different factions meant the odds were never in your favour. From birth, no, from the moment you were conceived in your mothers’ wombs, you and Jiung lived completely different lives. You were from the upper class, and he was from the working class – the lowest rung of society’s ladder; the scum of the earth. You had all the riches and gold, and always dressed in pristine whites. You were the epitome of poise and purity. Jiung was always tainted in shades of dirt, murky browns and dusty greens. Everywhere he went, he carried the earthy stench of the forest, a byproduct of spending endless days chopping wood and farming land for the government – the very government your family helped to form.

He was beneath you, metaphorically and physically. Right now, you locked yourself in an abandoned bedroom, one of the many in your father’s mansion, far away from prying eyes and curious ears. Being the daughter of a high-ranking government official came in handy, especially for raunchy phone sex escapades with the most irresistible boy you’ve ever laid eyes on.

The first time you made eye contact with Jiung was when he came to deliver wood for the fireplace in your father’s study. You felt an electric spark then – both of you did. The air was thick and heavy with tension. And let’s just say you definitely felt an unmistakable wetness pool at your nether regions from watching him lift and chop big chunks of wood like they were weightless. It made you wonder how he would manhandle you in bed too…

You threw the phone onto the four poster bed before launching yourself at the mattress, obscuring the phone camera with a view of your chest that had Jiung salivating from the other end of the line. “Do you think they’ll know?” You mused, spreading yourself out and getting comfortable.

Jiung scoffed. Of course you were stalling – you were an upper class girl with all the time in the world to enjoy life’s simplest pleasures. Him, a humble forest boy, did not have the same privileges. As they always say, time is money. And right now, while he’d love to entertain your musings, he really had to get back to work soon. The forest had to be cleared and the trees were not going to chop themselves.

Plus, he was starting to get impatient. That’s what spending one whole hour eye fucking each other across the hall did to him, he supposed – him, a mere nobody amongst the crowd, and you, standing on the assembly stage, looking down at the commoners like the charming, law-abiding bureaucrat you were raised to be. Oh, if only people knew what went on behind the (smoke)screens. “I doubt it. These phones are ancient, none of the current systems will know how to break the encryption. But we’ll never know for sure – they’re always watching, Y/N.”

You hummed in response, lips curling into a devious smile. You liked that thought. “Then let’s give them a show.”

“That’s what we always do, baby. Now hurry, I’ve waited long enough.”

“What’s the magic word, Jiung?”

Blood rushed towards his cock at the way your saccharine voice wrapped around the syllables of his name. He imagined the same lips, oh so pink and kissable, wrapping around something else of his instead. “Quick, we don’t have time! You always do this, I need to go soon.”

“Always so impatient.” You tsked in feigned disapproval, but deep down, you liked it. You liked how Jiung couldn’t get enough of you, how he needed you so desperately, like a burning desire within him that could never be satiated. Even after ending every video call with a promise to never watch each other cum ever again, he always came running back to you, begging to watch you touch yourself. To him, nothing could beat watching you get off on him and his voice.

“Your shirt, Y/N.” Jiung insisted, voice firm and hard. Almost as firm and hard as his thick cock, straining against the confines of his dirt-stained work pants.

Your pussy pulsed in response, leaking helplessly at his harsh command. After all, as the darling daughter of the most respected upper class family, you were raised to obey orders. You were always a good girl, and always eager to please. You propped the phone up against the pillow and got on your knees for Jiung, ensuring that your upper half was within the frame. With a sultry grin, you dragged your hands up your body, shivering when your fingers came into contact with your stiff nipples.

“Y/N,” He warned dangerously, but you liked playing games. His words fell on deaf ears as you kept playing with yourself, maintaining the slow pace. “Why would you even forget your bra? You like that everyone can see your nipples, huh? Is that it? Slut.”

“Yes, Jiung. I’m your slut.” You moaned, fingers pinching your buds through the thin fabric of your collared button-down. You were a good girl, but you loved bending the rules every now and then, with and for Jiung. And Jiung loved that he tainted you, the girl who embodied innocence and purity. He loved that he stained your whiteness with his dirtiness, like how he dreamed of painting your soft, supple skin with his hot cum.

Jiung cursed under his breath, and you heard him fumbling on the other end of the line. He scrambled to get his bottoms off and sighed in relief when his heavy cock was released. “Go on, what are you waiting for? Touch yourself for me.”

A dark, twisted part of you loved being spoken to in that way. The tension that built up from having to stand still in front of everyone while Jiung undressed you with his eyes got you all worked up. Now, it already felt like a release to take off your clothes and shed the persona you were forced to put on for the rest of the world. Because you knew when Jiung called you like this, you were reduced to nothing more than his girl; his slut.

So you did as you were told and spread your legs on either side of the phone. You wore a maxi skirt that went all the way to your ankles to remain modest, but you couldn’t imagine what others would say if they saw you exposing your skin, let alone flashing your wet panties to Jiung, of all people, on the other side of the call.

“Shit, you’re soaking, Y/N. So wet and we haven’t even got started…” Jiung mumbled, head spinning at the wet spot on your lacy white panties. His finger thumbed over an identical stain on his boxers, teasing himself as he spread the precum around his tip.

“It’s because you always look at me like that…” You whined, hands itching to touch your centre. But you knew better than that; you knew to wait for his instructions.

“Like what?” He smirked cockily.

“Like you want to eat me up.”

“So what if I do? Hmm?” He hummed in response. “You know I’d do anything to eat your sweet pussy, my love.”

You moaned desperately, body heating up at his choice of words. “Jiung…”

“My sweet girl… Go ahead, touch yourself over your panties.”

You obeyed, lips parting in a sigh as your fingers came in contact with your centre. You placed pressure against your hole and felt yourself clench around nothing. Oh, you would give anything and everything to have his calloused fingers inside your gummy walls instead. But alas, it would never happen.

So you settled with this instead. Having his addictive voice guide you to completion over the phone was better than not having him at all. “Push your panties aside for me, yes, that’s it. Put a finger in.” Jiung instructed. He released a breathy moan when his fingers wrapped around his length and began stroking himself.

Your middle finger slipped inside your entrance easily given how soaked you were. It was a relief – small, but a relief nonetheless. You pumped your fingers in and out, maintaining a steady pace. From the corner of your eye, you could make out Jiung’s handsome face contorting in pleasure as he stroked his cock, matching your pace.

“How does it feel? Tell me, baby.” He breathes out, always a sucker for your strained voice and soft whispers.

“Good…” You trailed off, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. “Ah, but I wish it was your fingers inside…” You whined.

Jiung grunted in reply to your whiny cries, increasing his pace. “So do I, baby. Been thinking about stuffing your tight pussy with my fingers all day. I’d get you all stretched and ready for my cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes!” You cried desperately.

“I know you would, my little slut. Everyone thinks you’re such a good girl, but look at you now. What do you think they’d say? Put another finger in for me, go on.”

You obliged willingly, breath hitching at the feeling of being stretched further. Jiung was hypnotised, his eager eyes glued to the phone screen to watch your walls stretch and accommodate an additional finger. He couldn’t help but imagine replacing your fingers with his throbbing length and thrusting deep inside, over and over and over again until you both reached your climaxes. He loved tainting you; loved ruining the perfect image that the world sees of you.

“Jiung…” Your soft voice pulled him out of his trance. “Wanna see you, please…”

He knew exactly what you were asking for. He lifted up his shirt and angled the phone upwards, giving you the most delectable view of his thick girth and the numerous tattoos littered on his skin. You watched, transfixed, core pulsating as he stroked his cock hurriedly, harsh pants leaving his parted lips.

“How’s the view?” Jiung questioned with a handsome smirk on his face.

You hummed in approval. “You’re so hot, Jiung.”

“Right back at you, sweetheart. One more finger, c’mon. You know you can do it.”

Your lips fell apart in choked moans when you added the third finger. It could barely fit. You felt so full.

“God, you’re taking them so well. Doing so good, baby. Are you close?”

You nodded, cheeks flushed at the wet sounds your cunt made as you pumped your fingers in and out.

“Me too. Rub your clit, yes… Good girl, just like that.”

“Jiung! Jiung, I’m close, Jiung…” Your mind was flooded with thoughts of Jiung and Jiung only, as you chanted his name repeatedly like a sacred prayer. You were so close, rubbing quickly to chase your release.

“Yes, Y/N, so good, you’re doing so well for me.” Jiung moaned, mirroring your actions. He was running his mouth and babbling at this point. “Want to cum in your tight pussy and fill you up. I’ll stuff you full of my cum, put your panties back on and make you keep it inside… The world needs to know who you belong to.”

“You, Jiung! I belong to you, only you!”

“Fuck!” He swore, not expecting you to say something like this. It was so intimate – you took him completely by surprise. It was like a switch flipped inside him. The next thing he knew, his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks and he was cumming messily all over himself.

Watching his cum leak out in hot spurts made your walls clench tightly on your fingers. The image of him reaching his climax threw you over the edge, pleasure coursing deliciously through your veins as you reached your sweet release.

It was intense this time, more intense than any of the previous calls. Even though you weren’t in the same room, you could feel the air had shifted.

You both took a moment to compose yourself, to steady your breaths and heartbeats. But just as you were about to break the silence, you heard footsteps approaching the room.

“Damn it, I have to go.” You stared at him, panicked, yet your expression was uncertain and conflicted, like you were experiencing a whole range of emotions in a matter of seconds.

Jiung was staring so intently at you, waiting for you to say goodbye and end the call. But why did he feel so reluctant this time?

“I –” He started.

But you cut him off. “Sorry. See you, Jiung.”

You ended the call. For a few seconds, you just stared at the black screen, selfishly allowing yourself to imagine what life would be like if you could be with him in person, and not just through a phone screen.

And then you realised that today was Friday, and the maids were out looking for you to get you ready and all dolled up for dinner at the government house. Instead of returning the phone to its usual resting place under the pillow, you pocketed it for a change. You weren’t too sure why, but your gut was telling you it was the right thing to do.

You ended the call. For a long time, Jiung just stared at the black screen, selfishly allowing himself to imagine what life would be like if he could call you his, and not just through a phone screen. His lower body and tattoos were still covered in cum, and he curses into the darkness when he realises…

“I think I’m in love with you.” He whispered, his words drifting off into the endless void between the two of you.

[7:49pm] jiung: sent a photo.

[7:51pm] jiung: can’t stop thinking about you

[7:51pm] jiung: i need you so bad, please y/n…

[7:51pm] y/n: me too, i want you inside me

[7:51pm] y/n: you can use the maid’s entrance. i’ll sneak out of this dinner, meet me in 20

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ghostgirl101 · 1 month ago

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Being In A Relationship With Feyd-Rautha Would Be Like This...

A/N: Yes yesss, I'm back from the deepest depths of the dead, finals kicked my ass earlier but now its almost october and I'll burn any exam paper I see from this moment onwards 😀 don't even question why I used this gif, it pretty much summarises the whole headcanon lmao🖤so enjoy it and lmk if you want to be added to the taglist thing at the end. Keep in mind that requests are not open currently, as I'm catching up with ones already in my inbox for Dune and other dark fandoms.

Warnings: Kind of dark themes, mid violence.. it's Feyd Rautha, idk what to tell you 😐

Next Week's Fanfic: Headcanons for a love triangle between you, Feyd-Rautha and Paul Atreides 😎😎

☠︎︎• You got yourself into some weird territory with this one 😵‍💫

☠︎︎• If you're expecting any semblance of stability and pure romance, then I'd turn and run for the Dunes to find Paul instead, because this Harkonnen doesn't have an ounce of level sanity in him, and the amount of spiking tension you'll have to cope with on a daily basis is enough to give anyone a literal heart attack 💀💀

☠︎︎• My guesses are that you were introduced to Feyd-Rautha as either a pretty young Bene Gesserit girl chosen to weave her way into his life to continue the bloodline, or he liked the look of you when he was off-world in one instance to look over Spice production with his uncle, and took you back as a trophy because he liked the look of you. So lucky you. 🙃

☠︎︎• This boy is an absolute sadist and an unpredictable unhinged mess, so there's a lot to get used to, and even when you do get used to things, it could all flip and spin just as quickly. It would take a hell of a time to truly understand Feyd-Rautha enough to predict him one hundred per cent and longer to have his trust that you won't run off or try betraying him.

☠︎︎• There's definitely a kind of dangerous allure to him that he uses to his advantage, a smug grin on his face when he enters the arenas, most likely to make kills in your name. It wouldn't be a massive surprise if you became some figure in Giedi Prime to sacrifice the dead to, like some kind of goddess of the kill (ik that sounds dramatic as hell, but i see it happening .-.)

☠︎︎• Feyd-Rautha is absolutely not used to the concept of looking out for anyone other than himself, or feeling anything close to respect and love for anyone other than himself. So the relationship he forces between you and him is a shaky and slow-burning bond that works in its own weird ways and quirks, and adapts to him and him only, so there are a lot of adjustments to be made on your end. Because even though Feyd isn't sensitive in the general sense, he's majorly unpredictable, and one wrong word could set him off. Just, tread carefully in the early days.

☠︎︎• If you want affection in any other way than corpses and bruising hickies, it may take a little while, because he has no idea how to pull that kind of gentleness off, and doesn't necessarily want to either. But if it's something that'll get you to submit to his hold over you more, then he'll come round to it, and when there's absolutely no one else in the area, you might get some actual, genuine passion, though there's always a part of it mixed in with some darker conflict in him.

☠︎︎• If you want attention from him, you've got it anyway. Feyd has his own form of attachment, pretty much an obsession, but it's always tangled in with his desire to dominate and possess. It's a suffocating relationship and tipped-scales dynamic, and the only way you can really get him to see your side of things is by wording it in ways that'll make it sound like it was his idea in the first place, and that the reason is because it'll feel better for him.

☠︎︎• Needless to say, if you're a little firmer and have a dark side to you (i'll make a safe bet that you do if you want this guy x_x) this Harkonnen is a thrill seeker to the extreme, someone always looking to feel something new and raw and insatiable, like the sharpest peaks of ecstasy and adrenaline, so will he try out new stuff with you even though it sounds mental and freaky and dangerous? That's a rhetorical question.

☠︎︎• Despite all the bloodshed and his ruthless havoc in the arenas, taking lives and living for the pain of it, believe it or not, Feyd is actually vulnerable in the least suspecting way. He doesn't have an emotional connection with anyone, because he's an unhinged psycho amongst a crowd of pale unhinged psychos who expect nothing less (and.. have you watched the film?? It's confirmed that this dude has mummy issues, so... i'm just saying, look at this hc's front gif 😏)

☠︎︎• If we're talking romance and affection, just think intense. Intense intense intense, because that's the best way to describe it. His hugs are breathtakingly tight and forcefully smothering, and he doesn't kiss, he full-on makes out with you. Public or not doesn't matter, it's just an opportunity to mark you as his in front of an audience, and he'll gladly perform, so suck up your shyness.

☠︎︎• Thinking of pet names, I see Feyd-Rautha calling you either by just your true first name and having everyone else address you just by your general title, or using other typical nicknames he'd use with satisfied smirks and lingering looks. Maybe his dearest darling, because you're higher than the pets he feeds and used before you (apparently they're called harpies??!? idk what the heck lol) I don't see him saying my love or honey unless he's just being a jackass in an argument, because I'm betting my life savings this boy only eats bitter things, and he sure as hell can't define love like you can.

☠︎︎• Feyd comes across as pretty dominant in everything he does, which is right, and even if it's you questioning him, he'll throw a dangerous fit that escalates within a second no one sees, so, again you have to be clever with the way you word things. You physically and mentally cannot be independent with Feyd-Rautha, because he'll break that spirit right out of your soul. Would he physically hurt you? Not badly, no, but just don't push him, because he'll lash out without a second thought in the moment of impulse.

☠︎︎• Again with the independence, another thing that stops you from getting any is how absolutely suffocatingly obsessive he can get, which turns on his possessiveness. You're essentially an extension of himself, something that's peaceful and pure and perfect in so many ways he'll never understand and will always pull your mind apart to try to. So if any other skulking Harkonnen looking to impress you by challenging Feyd himself or devoting a kill in the arena to you, has immediately chosen the slowest, most humiliating death, that you'll probably be tied down to watch -_-

☠︎︎• And if he can tell in even the smallest way that you're drawn to someone aside from him, there's a chance you'll be kept locked up in his chambers for a month or two with no servants, nothing breathing at all permitted to trespass except him, until he's satisfied and you have him wrapped around your finger again. And that means you can get him to do practically anything if it benefits him and draws you closer, like a kill.. to maybe even destroying a whole planet, it's not impossible for him. Once he has his mind set on something, he's a hunter, he's found his target, and he'll go wild until he destroys it.

☠︎︎• He's protective in the way that he will not let you die, or get hurt in any way by any person other than him. If another Harkonnen draws your blood in the tiniest scratch, or hurts your feelings in some way, Feyd will use that as an excuse to wring their necks. You're his to look at and admire and dress up and be close to and make you feel things, so anyone else daring to step up beside you will get knocked down and fed to his darlings. The only time you'll actually see him being doting and surprisingly, cautiously gentle is when he's healing a wound without the audience of any nurses or outside help, an uncharacteristic and uncomfortable silence in the air as he concentrates and gets you back to rights.

☠︎︎• The moments where he'll allow himself to be truly close to you go unspoken, like in the cold hard nights of Geidi Prime, where he pulls you up from your bed and tugs you down the short dark corridor to dump you in his own instead, with nothing else but the need to feel smotheringly close to someone who understands how his mind works. You'll remind him of his mother, and that's all good, so long as you stay by him and with him always, because if you take the opportunity to turn and run, don't let him catch you in the act. There's a 50/50 chance he'll keep you in his rooms for the rest of the relationship, or just straight-up kill you and take in your memories and mind to possess you that way ._.

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forthelostones · 1 year ago

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☠︎ female reader x ghostface!abby ☠︎ (part one!)

synopsis: abby finds you trying on your halloween costume and wants a private show.

warnings. 18+ (mdni); perv!abby, sub!reader x dom!abby, teasing, kn!fe play, fingering, grinding, guided masturbation, strap receiving/sucking, mirror play, squ!rting, and spanking.

an: its fall-time and i am excited for halloween so lets goooo. also, anyone else love ghostface, just me okay.

wc: 1.1k

PART TWO

It was October 30th and you were still figuring out what you should wear to the costume competition tomorrow. This was different for you, you had actually decided to show your body more, shorter skirt, tighter bra, darker makeup, the works. You had been in your room posing in the mirror adjusting your fairy costume. You open your camera and snap a few pics, bending over, showing your thong, and seeing what the view would possibly be.

A text from an unknown number comes up on your screen.

I like your top.

You noticed the photo attached is a view of your ass peaking out the skirt.

You peer over your shoulder, out your bedroom window, startled by the text. You sit on the edge of your bed, taken aback by the timing of the random message.

Wrong number, you reply.

Green corset?

Your heart drops as you move to walk to close your blinds.

I can still see you baby.

You notice your closet door opened slightly, which was normal, right? You had been rummaging through your clothes all night, making up safer outfits. But that was earlier, you hadn’t been in your room since then. You feel a beat in your lower stomach as you realize you may not be alone.

You hear the floorboards creak as you accept that you’ve become helpless. In the mirror you see the white and black mask creep from the closet, startling you with a knife in their dominant hand. It shimmered under the dim light of the candles coasted across your room.

“That’s pretty.” They said.

You couldn't help but notice the strong physique of the masked killer. Rock-like biceps stretching out a black t-shirt, defined calves forced into black jeans, and most importantly large, bruised hands.

They circle over to you and flaunt their knife in your face. Although the threat of death was prevalent, you squeezed your thighs together at the sight of their veiny hands wrapped around the grip. Your clit grew as the knife came close into view.

“You like this?” You say calmly.

They nod, lifting their mask to show you their wet lips, then planting a kiss on yours. You noticed the deep jawline and blonde hair peeking from under the mask. She gets on the bed behind you swiftly, then drags the knife slowly up the innermost sensitive part of your arm. You tingled with frightened desire.

“Take it off.” She demanded.

“This?”

You reached for the back of the corset top, unstringing each lace delicately. You hear her panting irregularly at the simple sight of your back. You move slowly which makes her panting deeper, impatient, and sultry. The bedazzled top dropped to the floor and she automatically dropped the knife to pull you onto her lap. She places her thigh in between yours and finds your sweetness, you sigh at the relief of finally having someone other than yourself touching your clit. She brings her hands up to your breasts. As she palms your nipples in the mirror and tugs them roughly between her fingertips, you groan in pain.

“Shut up.”

You bite your lip to stifle the pain you feel. She pulls them further than you could imagine, which makes you buzz as you grind up and down her thigh desperately. She dips her fingertips into your throat, gagging you more than you’d like to admit, leaving spit dripping down your chin. She brought her wet fingers to your erect nipples and rubbed in circles quite gently. You toss your head back onto her chest as she flicks them with her fingertips. She pushes you off her chest, onto the ground, with your ass exposed in your short skirt.

“You were gonna wear this out?” She asked laying a hard smack across your ass.

You wince and nod slowly as she trailed her knife against your spine. You gasped as you felt a slight pinch, wondering if she was drawing blood. She reaches towards your white thong and snaps it into two with the end of the knife. She pinches the back of your neck with her hand and draws your head back.

“I don’t know why you thought that was a good idea. What pervs are you trying to attract?”

“The ones like you.” You reply.

She tosses you back on all fours at your snarky comment.

She picks up your mangled panties and goes sit at the head of your bed. She crosses her legs with her heavy boots shaking dirt all over your clean duvet. You don’t dare react, you stay still in the position you left her until you notice she’s waiting for something. You peer at her in the mirror, tussling your soaked panties in her hand. You sit in front of your mirror with her sight still trapped heavily over you. You spread your legs wide open and perk your breasts up, waiting for her commands.

“Go ‘head, suck those fingers.” She demands.

You bring your fingertips into your mouth with no hesitation and slide your tongue in between the two, the view alone makes her spread her own legs. You push your pussy downwards on the floor, attempting to reach some connection with your clit. You grind harder as you gag on your fingertips, eyes watering, face blushing, and spit coasting your bottom lip.

“Touch those nipples for me,” she demands.

You pull your fingers out of your mouth and to your left nipple, which was pulsing already, you circled your areola and pulled on your peak, which made a moan slip out of your mouth. You move to your right, the most sensitive one, and flick it just the way you liked it when you were alone. Her hand unbuckles her black pants to reveal a dark purple strap. Her thick hands ran up the length of it, and you breathed deeply wanting to feel it inside you.

“Oh, you see something you want?” She said mischievously.

You couldn’t even speak so you just nodded.

“Then show me how you want me to fuck you.”

You didn’t hesitate to send two fingers inside your wet hole, they slid right in with no friction. You curled them inside, pounding your pussy, placing your palm against your clit. You grind and massage your clit at the same time, causing you to sweat ferociously imagining her six-inch strap inside you.

“What should I call you baby?” You groan.

“Abby.” She couldn’t resist at revealing herself, to know that she’s taking you over the edge.

“Abby? You like how I’m fucking myself for you?”

“I do.” Her hands reach under her shirt, feeling for her nipples.

You continue to make eye contact with her, wherever her eyes had been behind that mask, and spurt out wetness onto the mirror. She couldn’t help but keep her eyes on your fingers hugging your pussy so generously. Before you come over the edge you turn towards the edge of the bed and sit upright. You bounce on your two fingers, like you were taking her strap, and making your ass jump for her. She muttered something under her breath but you couldn’t quite make out what she said as you went dumb for her. She crawled towards the edge of the bed and stuck the strap in your mouth. The warmth coaxed your tongue as she pushed the back of your head deeper into her core. You look up with your wet eyes to see her watching your ass shake in the mirror. She moaned as the friction of the strap pressed against her perky clit.

You so badly wanted to kiss her after she removed her strap from your cheeks. You look up to her with desperation, ready to be fucked.

#abby anderson #abby x reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou #perv!abby #ghostface #tlou abby #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x you #abby anderson tlou2 #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #lesbian #the last of us #smut #x reader

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gogogodzilla · 1 year ago

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day 30, corruption

shane (stardew valley) x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive!shane, no aftercare, no preparation, public sex, one instance of dirty talk, dubcon kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

The first time he saw you was when you entered the Stardrop Saloon. You were prettier than anything he’d ever seen before and so full of life. He watched as you bounced between the tables, greeting the various patrons as you made your way to the bar.

Shane huddled over his beer, watching you out of the corner of his eye. You interacted with everyone like you’d lived here for years. It wasn’t fair.

You sidled up next to him as you waited for your drink. You introduced yourself and began chattering away. You leaned on the bar, putting your chest on display for the entirety of Pelican Town.

“I don’t know you. Why are you talking to me?”

The words slipped out of his lips before he could catch them. He hadn’t meant for it to come out like that, but a small part of him enjoyed seeing the way you tucked your bottom lip in between your teeth, and you straightened at his comment.

As the days passed, he began to feel a deep desire to be closer to you. You were good and you were pure. Everything he wasn’t. A sick part of him wanted to ruin you, to see you come apart at his hands.

You always made an effort to stop and chat with him while he walked to the Joja Mart in the morning. You were always there, waiting for him as he exited Marnie’s house. He wondered if you had memorized his routine or if it was a coincidence every time.

Slowly, he acted less like an asshole and you warmed up to him. His head began to perk up at the sound of the doors to Joja Mart opening, just hoping to catch sight of you. This increased as spring turned into summer and you’d show up in clothes that left little to the imagination. He dreamt of you every night, skimpy clothes discarded as you fell apart on his cock. Infatuation quickly turned into an obsession.

It was Friday night at the saloon, which meant everyone in the valley was there. Shane kept to his corner, awaiting your arrival. He watched the clock as the seconds ticked by and you failed to make an appearance.

Eventually, you arrived with Sebastian at your side, a laugh gracing your lips. Shane felt the burn of jealousy consume him, and he scowled into his drink. He was patient enough to wait until you made your way over to him, swaying a little from the drinks you’d downed earlier. He grabbed your hand and practically dragged you out of the saloon. He was going to make sure he was the only thing you needed. Not Sebastian, not Sam, just him.

He shoved you against the wall of the saloon, too desperate to take you home and fuck you properly. His lips crashed against yours, and he held you with a rough grip on your jaw. You moaned against his lips as you pawed at his shoulders. He reached a hand down to slide under that pretty little dress of yours that drove him crazy. His dreams didn’t do the feeling of your skin under his fingertips any justice.

He slid a finger over your clothed core, eliciting a small whine from you. He wondered if you’d ever been touched like this; his cock twitched at the thought of being your first. A pretty thing like you must’ve had all sorts of people fawning over you.

He pulled away to catch his breath, shoved his face in the crook of your neck, and pressed open-mouthed kisses there. Your skin tasted almost as heavenly as it felt, and he groaned. He pushed your panties to the side and drug a finger through your folds, relishing how wet you already were.

His movements were hurried as he removed his hand from your jaw to reach down and free his cock from his jeans. He was already painfully hard, desperate to see you absolutely ruined as you came around his cock. He slid his cock through your folds, gathering your slick.

He lifted your thigh, giving him more access to that pretty pussy of yours. Slowly, he inched his way inside of you, and you clawed at his back as he did. You hissed at the intrusion, and he wished he would’ve had more time to prep you properly. He pressed a soothing kiss against your temple as he bottomed out. Your walls fluttered around him as you adjusted to him, and he almost came there and then.

He pulled out of you before ramming himself back in, earning a high-pitched mewl from you. He clamped a hand over your mouth as he rutted into you. His free hand drifted up to knead your breasts, your nipples hardening under his touch and showing through the thin fabric of your dress.

He reached a hand down to draw quick circles around your clit as he felt the familiar heat building in his abdomen. He wasn’t going to last long with you squeezing him just right and making those desperate noises that had his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

He hoped Sebastian could hear them from inside the saloon. He wanted to make sure everyone in this goddamn town knew you were his. The thought had him thrusting harder into you, each drag of his cock releasing a breathy moan against his hand.

You gripped his bicep as you clenched around him, your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“C’mon, baby. Make a mess around my cock,” he begged, words slurring together as he neared his climax.

You rutted against him and clenched his cock as you came. You whined against his hand and he loved the way your face scrunched up as he jutted into you, riding out your high.

With one final drag of his hips, he was coming in you, marking you as his own. He relished the way his seed painted your walls. Slowly, the twitching of his cock stilled and he pulled out of you. He groaned as he watched his cum drip out of you and down your thighs.

His movements were hurried as he tucked himself back into his shorts, and made his way back into the saloon. He hoped you’d come crawling back to him. He hoped you’d stay. You had to.

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #shane stardew valley #stardew valley shane #shane sdv #stardew shane #shane sdv x reader #shane sdv smut #kinktober #reader insert #no y/n

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deadbydaywrite · 5 months ago

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A NEW SURVIVOR HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE FOG!

please welcome to the campfire KATE DENSON.

#kate denson ꒥꒷☠꒷꒥ ray of sunshine illuminated this cold and gray place.#꒥꒷☠꒷꒥ kate denson / faceclaim.#꒥꒷☠꒷꒥ kate denson / aesthetic.#꒥꒷☠꒷꒥ kate denson / musing.#꒥꒷☠꒷꒥ kate denson / isms.#꒥꒷☠꒷꒥ kate denson / headcanons.#꒥꒷☠꒷꒥ kate denson / desires.#꒥꒷☠꒷꒥ kate denson / meta.#* / survivors.

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megwritesriddles · 1 month ago

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Last updated: 3rd of November 2024

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redcherrykook · 1 month ago

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ִֶָ── ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐ Kinktober D5- panty kink

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content: JK loves cute panties, pussyjob action with white lacey panties on, cumplay asf, Jk comes twice <3, whiny bf koo, obsessed with his gf

note from cherry: y'all this is so nasty and hot i was typing with one hand

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The fresh morning air breezes through the open balcony window, a little chilly, making the skin on your exposed legs tingle

Beneath the fabric of your pink sleeping t shirt, your nipples harden and visibly poke out

Jungkook's eyes glimmer at the sight, biting his lip softly onces he lingers on your chest, the way some of your long silky strands fall next to it, while his hands itch their way up your cold thighs,

You let out a small giggle, "what's gotten you so excited koo?"

He smiles, pulling himself closer to your face, one of his arms resting next to you, just so he doesn't crush your pretty frame under him

"You. You and how cute these panties are baby" he cooes, engulfing your lips in a tender kiss, before trailing them down your jaw and neck,

The hand that was resting on your thigh takes yours now, pressing it flat on his clothed, hard cock

"Feel this? That's how much i like them" he speaks against your neck, letting out soft hums every now and then

"Need you so bad pretty girl, please let me touch you" he asks in a pure, whiny like tone, the hand that was holding yours in place now caressing up and down your thigh again, burning with the need to feel your soft skin underneath his hands

Your quiet moan makes him melt,

"Can i baby? Can i please fuck your little pussy with these on, please baby?" now sounding absolutely desperate, two if his fingers rub your clothed clit, pressing the soft fabric of your white panties down to your cunt, a little wet patch forming down at your entrance, soaking through the material

The moans tumble out of your pillowed lips with every kiss to your neck and every rub to your core, nodding your head, you answer his cute pleas for your body

"Yes, fuck, anything for you" you mutter out, watching him pull back with a shy glint on his face, pulling his heavy cock from his boxers and slapping it against your clothed pussy,

"Hm- fuck, so cute.. i love these so fucking much" he says, pushing the tip of his cock down where the wet patch is, pushing in every so slightly, until he can hear you whimper

He spits down on his cock, then, pulls your panties to the side and moans at the sight of your dripping core,

"so pretty, god you're so pretty" his soft voice rings in your ears, guiding his tip between your folds to collect some of your slick before pushing the material back and pressing his length flat to your pussy

Your breathy moans only fill his desire more, with one hand on the base of his cock and the other on your inner thigh, Jungkook starrs rutting his length against your wet panties, nudging his tip with your clothed clit within every hasty stroke,

"fuck- oh fuck baby" he whines, clenching his jaw, he's focused on the sight of your panties becoming almost see through, the lacy decorations on the side covering your skin beautifully, he loves the bow on top, nudging against your lower belly with each thrust of his,

The friction of his hard length rubbing the soft, wet material on your entire core, pressing from entrace to hitting your clit feels euphoric, moaning softly while gripping the cotton sheets next to you, fixated on the blissed expression on your boyfriends face, his thrust becoming sloppier and desperate,

"gonna come for me bunny? gonna make a mess on my panties?" your voice getting infultrated with the sounds of your own needy moans, whimpering beneath every word

He nods, breathing heavily "so close baby, g'nna paint these- fuck"

Jungkook throws his head back, letting out a strangled cry while slowing down the eager pace of his strokes, your eyes wander down to your center, the sight of his cock leaking with his cum, covering your covered cunt in himself is so sexy that the last hits to your clit manage to make you reach your own high

Panting, you open your eyes that you didn't recall closing, watching jungkook spread his cum all over your core, underneath and over your panties

"mhmm.. baby, so pretty. So fucking cute" he hums, tucking his bottom lip underneath his teeth while he slaps his cock to your now fully soaked underwear, clinging to your core and showing every little line of your pussy to him,

"one more, one more please pretty, wanna come on you again" the pleading look in his brown doe eyes is too cute to resist, you tell him yes, and he wastes no time slipping his glistening cock beneath your underwear this time,

Both of you let out stuttered curses and high pitched moans once his cock makes contact with your warm core,

"Feel so good baby, so so good all f'me pretty- mhh" he starts thrusting again, now directly rubbing his tip to your clit, stimulating it while the rest of his cock presses down to you, his cum and your slick making it easy to keep fucking himself on you, whining out for you at the senitivity,

"my pussy, all mine- fuck baby look so cute" he mumbles, locked on the sight of his large errection underneath the girlish fabric, pushing him to reach a faster pace against you,

"Gonna come again koo, so good" you shut your eyes tightly, a string of drool flowing out of the corner of your agape lips, your entire body rocking forward with how hard he's moving now, chasing after how good it feels to have you pressed up under him,

"good baby so good- fuck- please yes please baby please please" Jungkook's voice hss become more of a whiny cry by now, desperate to come and reach his high,

when you finally come, he can feel his dick get more wet by it, adding to the bliss of the drenched cloth that creats friction on his tip, and the warm swollen skin of your clit

Jungkook's arms shake, he's whimpering on top of you while his vision spots, cumming on your overstimulated cunt, painting you in his arousal for the second time

It takes a moment for him to regain composure, listening to your small moans of sensitivity, his tip throbbs on top of you,

"god baby, that was so fucking good.. you're perfect, you're an angel" his loving whisper meets your ear, making you giggle softly, fingers finding their grounding in his soft locks,

"You're so cute bunny" you tell him and he can't help but smile, pushing himself back to take a look at how he left your small frame,

The sight is messy, wet and so cute to him that he takes his fingers to spread his cum on your panties again, rubbing your swollen and numb clit softly

"mhmm..enough kook it's so much" you whimper, squirming under his touch,

"Awwh, sorry baby, just so cute" he mumbles, taking his fingers to pull aside the drenched material, moaning lowly at the even cuter sight of your pink cunt, covered in a milky white color,

He takes his soft tip in his other hand, collecting what he can on your pulsing entrance and looks up to see you holding back your moans,

"Don't wanna waste it now do we baby?" he says, smirking proudly, your whole body shuttering when he inserts just his fat tip, pushing the rest of his cum inside of your sopping hole

"So fucking cute" he mumbles again, finally letting his attention on your pussy go, the weight of his body falling next to you, making the bed dip as he pulls you into his arms,

"cutest girl, the prettiest angel, all mine"

You smile sheepishly, letting him pepper your face in soothing pecks

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𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔶

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The plush carpet muffled your footsteps as you paced the length of the suite, the glass of wine in your hand barely touched. You weren’t here for the wine, after all. The cool rim of the glass pressed against your lip was a distraction, a flimsy attempt to calm the anxiety swirling in your chest. Your reflection caught in the mirror, and you almost rolled your eyes. Dressed in the black lingerie you’d splurged on for the occasion, you looked... ridiculous. Sexy, sure, but ridiculous. Who pays $6k for sex? Apparently, you do.

You snorted, shaking your head at yourself. God, what the hell am I doing here?

The reasoning had seemed airtight at the time. Two years of celibacy after that disaster with your ex—who, naturally, had managed to ruin not just your relationship but your self-esteem too. He'd cheated, and when he left, he took a piece of you with him. Trust, confidence, maybe even desire. All of it was locked away in the aftermath of his betrayal. But you were a grown woman, an adult who could make her own decisions.

I could fuck anyone I want to, right? You thought, half-defending yourself, half-mocking the idea. Right. Except I haven’t. The lingering anxiety had kept you paralyzed, unable to even flirt, let alone let someone close again. So, you made an impulsive choice, one that had you sitting in a five-star hotel, waiting for a stranger.

Not just any stranger, though. The best. That's what the website had promised, and you had researched thoroughly—more than you cared to admit. Every review, every service listed, the options detailed right down to the type of man you could request. It all felt clinical, safe. A transaction.

That’s all this is. A simple transaction. You repeated it like a mantra, hoping the words would settle the knot in your stomach.

But the number—$6,000—echoed louder in your mind. Six grand for sex. You winced, taking another slow sip of wine, trying to justify it again.

He was supposed to be the best, though. The reviews had gushed, the site had practically bragged about how this guy was the epitome of everything you could want: good-looking, professional, discreet. For what they charged, he better be.

But that didn’t stop the anxiety from clawing at your chest. What if you got too stuck in your head? What if, after all of this buildup, the wine and the lingerie and the research, you chickened out? You’d waste his time, your time, and a small fortune on top of it. $6,000. Jesus.

You laughed at the absurdity of it. Of course, I’d make a stupid decision like this.

But the laughter faded quickly, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the suite, your skin buzzing with nerves. What if this doesn’t even help? What if it makes things worse? You pushed the thoughts away, though they clung to the edges of your mind like a fog you couldn’t quite shake off.

The sound of a knock at the door yanked you from your spiraling thoughts. Your heart lurched. You hesitated for a moment before setting your wine glass on the table. With one last glance at yourself in the mirror, you crossed the room and opened the door.

And there he was.

For a split second, your mind went completely blank. Standing in front of you was, hands down, the hottest man you’d ever seen in person. He was just a couple of inches taller than you, with a lean but muscular build that suggested he worked out without being overly bulky. His shirt hugged his chest in all the right ways, and his dark hair was styled effortlessly. You blinked, mouth slightly open, as you tried to take him in.

“Bonsoir,” he greeted, his voice a low rumble laced with the softest French accent. “My companion should be here any moment. Sorry, he’s running late.”

You blinked again, still processing. Fuck. That accent. You were barely listening to what he was saying, too distracted by the smoothness of his voice, the way the words rolled off his tongue with an effortless charm that made your stomach flip. Lord. This man alone was worth the $6k.

But as his words finally registered in your brain, confusion crept in. Companion?

You stared at him, your mind catching up a little too slowly. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, his head tilting as if trying to read your expression. You must’ve looked confused—because you were.

Before you could voice the question on the tip of your tongue, there was another knock at the door.

You froze for a second, then watched as the man—Charles, you assumed—stepped aside to let in whoever was on the other side. And that’s when he walked in.

Another man, just as stunning as the first. His presence hit you like a wave. Taller than Charles, with broad shoulders and an air of confidence that instantly commanded attention. His smile was devilishly handsome, and his dark eyes sparkled with something teasing as he took you in. He introduced himself with a thick, sexy Spanish accent that nearly made your knees buckle.

“I’m Carlos,” he said, his voice so deep it sent a shiver down your spine.

You just stood there, mouth slightly parted, trying to process the fact that two incredibly hot men were now in your hotel room.

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The room was quiet, a charged sort of anticipation lingering in the air as you moved about, keeping yourself busy. Both Charles and Carlos stood patiently in front of you, but you were distinctly aware of every glance they exchanged, every slight smile they gave each other. In a weak attempt to fill the silence, you turned to the small minibar by the window, which you’d noticed was stocked with a surprising assortment of wines and liquors.

“Would you guys… like a drink?” you offered, trying to keep your voice steady. “I think there’s some champagne, maybe wine, or even whiskey if you want.”

Charles’s eyes followed your every move, and Carlos leaned back with an amused expression, both men seemingly content to just watch as you babbled on.

“And, um, I got some food, too.” You gestured to the tray of tiny sandwiches and fruit that sat on the table near the window, small bites you’d hoped might keep your nerves in check. “You know, just in case anyone’s hungry. They’re little, so they won’t ruin your appetite, but they’re actually quite good! I mean, the hotel did a great job with the whole presentation thing…”

You trailed off, catching the amused smiles that Charles and Carlos exchanged as you kept talking. Charles raised a brow, and Carlos bit back a laugh, clearly enjoying your rambling. You suddenly felt heat rise to your cheeks and stammered a little as you continued, “I just figured, you know, if we’re going to spend some time here together, it would be good to… um, settle in, I guess?”

Carlos leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed as he watched you with a look that was both patient and playful. He exchanged a knowing glance with Charles, who finally spoke, his soft accent lingering on your name in a way that made you freeze mid-sentence.

“Y/N.”

The sound of it in his French accent, low and smooth, made your heart flutter. You could feel yourself hanging on every syllable, the room somehow feeling even warmer as you turned to face him fully.

“Yes?” you murmured, breath catching in your throat.

He held your gaze, his lips curving up at the corners in a gentle smile. “Breathe, relax.” He reached out and placed a comforting hand on your arm, his fingers warm and reassuring. “What are you nervous about, baby?”

It felt like a dam broke, and before you knew it, the words were spilling out. You hesitated, took a deep breath, and finally, with a tentative glance between them, you spoke. “I… well, it’s just been a long time for me,” you admitted. “I haven’t done anything like this in a couple of years.”

They both nodded, their expressions patient and encouraging, inviting you to go on.

“I was in a relationship,” you continued, voice quieter now. “He cheated on me. It… kind of destroyed me, to be honest.” You offered a small, self-deprecating laugh. “He also had a few choice words to say about me before we ended things. Made me feel… insecure, I guess. Like maybe I wasn’t good enough.”

Charles’s expression shifted instantly, his jaw tightening. “What a fool,” he muttered, clearly unimpressed. “He’s an idiot and a piece of shit for saying any of that to you. You deserve better, you know that, right?”

Carlos nodded in agreement, stepping closer with an intense look that softened when he met your eyes. “He didn’t deserve you, mami. But tonight? We’re making up for those two years, trust us.”

They both looked at you, waiting, not pushing, but you could feel the anticipation building between you. It was like standing on the edge of something exhilarating, and a part of you wanted to let go and trust them. You took a breath, feeling a surge of boldness. What were the odds that two men this stunning would walk into your life again?

“Okay,” you whispered, looking between them, the single word hanging in the air with an almost electric weight. They shared a look, subtle but charged, and then turned back to you.

Charles smiled. “Before we get started, there’s just one more thing. We need a safe word. If you want to stop at any point, if anything feels uncomfortable or just too much, you can say it, and we’ll stop, no questions asked.”

You thought for a moment, rolling the idea around in your head before giving a small smile. “How about… wine?”

Both men chuckled, Carlos’s deep laughter filling the room as he tilted his head. “That’s cute, mami. Okay, ‘wine’ it is. And we’ll use a few more, too—just to make sure you’re always comfortable. Say ‘green’ if you want us to keep going or go a little faster, ‘yellow’ if you want us to slow down, and, of course, ‘red’ if you need us to stop. Sound good?”

You nodded, the nervous flutter in your stomach finally beginning to settle. Carlos smiled warmly, eyes meeting yours. “I need verbal confirmation, mami,” he said, his tone gentle yet firm.

“Yes,” you replied softly. “That sounds good.”

They exchanged another look, a shared understanding passing between them, and then Charles turned to you, his gaze soft but filled with a quiet intensity. He moved closer, settling on the edge of the bed beside you, and lifted a hand to gently stroke a strand of hair away from your face.

“Okay, baby,” he murmured, his voice just above a whisper. “Let’s start.”

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As you lay back against the silken sheets, your heart raced, caught between excitement and nerves. Charles was so close, his presence enveloping you as he leaned down, brushing his lips against your neck. The sensation sent shivers cascading down your spine, igniting every nerve in your body and causing you to arch instinctively toward him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice deep and sultry, a velvet caress against your skin. Each kiss he placed along your collarbone was tender yet deliberate, a promise that made you melt into the bedding, your body responding to him without reservation.

His mouth traveled down, kissing a path that made you gasp softly, your breath hitching as he lingered at your chest. The warmth of his body hovered over you, and as he pressed his lips against the soft curves of your body, it felt as though the world outside faded away completely.

“Let me take care of you,” he breathed, his voice low and commanding as he settled between your thighs, looking up at you with an intensity that made your heart race. The anticipation hung in the air, heavy and sweet, as he moved closer.

“Charles…” you whispered, almost pleadingly.

“Trust me,” he replied, and with that, he pulled down your lacy black underwear pressing his finger on your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your veins. The sensation was overwhelming, and you gasped as his fingers slowly entered you, moving in and out slowly. He coaxed you into the rhythm as he curled his finger expertly, finding that spot deep inside you that made you gasp even louder.

“See? There you go,” he praised, his voice smooth and honeyed. “So perfect. So responsive for me baby, hmm.” Each word seemed to seep into your skin, igniting something within you. The room felt alive with the sounds of your breathy moans and the soft rustle of the sheets beneath you.

Charles watched you intently, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he added another finger, stretching you deliciously. “So beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes locked onto yours as he focused solely on you. “You taste so delicious.”

Your cheeks flushed at his words, feeling the heat pool lower in your abdomen as he licked his fingers clean, savoring every drop. The sight of him enjoying you so thoroughly sent another wave of heat through you, your heart racing faster than ever.

“Don’t hold back,” he urged, a low growl escaping his lips as he maintained that intoxicating rhythm. “Let me hear those pretty sounds.”

You could feel yourself spiraling, the pressure building as he curled his fingers deeper, drawing out moans from you. “I… I can’t…” you managed to whimper, the words barely escaping your lips as you trembled beneath him.

“Shh, just let go,” he encouraged, his voice dripping with a mixture of authority and tenderness. “You can do it. I’m right here.”

His confidence flooded through you, and with every thrust of his fingers, the world outside the hotel room faded away completely. You surrendered to the sensations, feeling the tension in your body reaching an unbearable peak. Your vision blurred, and you could feel the heat pooling inside you, ready to explode.

“Charles,” you gasped, feeling the waves of ecstasy start to crash over you. “I’m—”

“Yes, baby, let it happen,” he coaxed, his eyes dark and fierce as he continued his relentless pace. “You’re doing so well.”

With a final curl of his fingers, you came, the pressure bursting as pleasure washed over you in a tidal wave. Your body tensed, trembling beneath him as moans spilled from your lips, each sound wrapping around the dim room like a spell. Charles watched you with an intensity that made your heart race, his fingers never faltering as he helped you ride out the high.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You floated down from the heights of bliss, feeling both blissfully vulnerable and utterly adored.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, the taste of you lingering between you. As he pulled back slightly, a playful smirk danced on his lips. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

The intimacy of the moment left you breathless, a lingering warmth settling in your chest. You smiled back at him, your cheeks still flushed from pleasure and the glow of the dim light, feeling both exposed and cherished.

But before you could catch your breath, another wave of desire crashed over you, and you felt yourself yearning for more. Charles shifted closer again, his lips brushing against your neck, igniting the fire that still simmered within you. “You’re not done yet, are you?” he teased softly, his breath warm against your skin.

You shook your head slightly, the thought of indulging in this moment with him—and with Carlos, who you knew was still there, waiting, watching, heightening the anticipation—sent a thrill through you. “Let’s see how far we can take this,” he murmured, a wicked glint in his eye as he kissed along your jaw, his lips trailing down your throat.

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Carlos broke the tension, his voice low and sultry. “My turn now, mami. Let me taste how sweet you are.”

Before you could fully process his words, Carlos was there, his mouth on yours, and it sent a jolt of electricity straight through your body. His lips were warm and inviting as they enveloped you, and the sensation was overwhelming. You gasped, when he pulled away, kissing his way down your body until he’s between your thighs, your hands instinctively finding their way into his hair, gripping tightly as he teased you.

His tongue flicked expertly against your clit, sucking and biting, driving you wild. Each swirl of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you, building on the lingering sensations from Charles. “Oh, fuck Carlos…” you moaned, your back arching slightly, the pleasure making your heart race.

“Fuck, baby, that’s hot,” Charles muttered, his eyes dark with desire as he watched Carlos work his magic. The sight of your pleasure fueled him, and you could feel the heat radiating off both men, the intensity of the moment heightening every sensation.

Carlos wasn’t holding back; he was relentless, his mouth moving skillfully as he worked your clit, driving you further into ecstasy. And when his tongue plunged in and out of your warmth, every movement made you whimper, the sound escaping you before you could catch it.

“God, yes…” you breathed, your hips instinctively rolling against his mouth, seeking more, needing more. The world around you blurred, and it was just you and the exquisite sensations you were feeling.

“Ride my face, mami,” he groaned against you, the vibration of his voice sending an additional thrill through your body. You obliged, moving to sit on his face, your hands on the headboard as you instinctively moved to grind against him, the pleasure building higher and higher.

“Ohh, fuck,” you yelped, feeling the tight coil in your abdomen beginning to unravel. The waves of pleasure crashed over you, and you felt your body respond, shaking under the intensity as you approached the precipice of your next orgasm.

Carlos continued his relentless assault, slipping three fingers inside you, and you moaned loudly at the feeling, pulling his hair tight, urging him on. “Yes! Just like that,” you gasped, the combination of his fingers and mouth driving you wild. “P-please don’t stop!”

And he didn’t, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. As he inserted a fourth finger, the sensation was overwhelming. You felt yourself teetering on the brink, ready to plunge into that sweet abyss of pleasure.

“Carlos! I’m gonna—” you gasped, feeling your body tensing, the waves crashing around you.

“Let go, mami. I got you,” he encouraged, his voice deep and sultry as he lapped at you hungrily. At those words, your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, leaving you gasping and shaking, your body writhing under him.

Carlos didn’t stop; he continued to eat you out through the waves of your orgasm, each thrust of his fingers and flick of his tongue sending aftershocks through your body. “Oh my God, Carlos!” you cried, feeling the intensity of it all consume you.

“Fuck mami, you taste so good,” he murmured against your sensitive skin as he licked you clean, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and lust. “I could stay in between these sexy thighs of yours all day.”

Completely breathless, your body a trembling mess of pleasure, as you basked in the aftermath of everything. Carlos finally pulled away, leaving you dazed and reeling from the intensity of what just happened. Your legs felt like jelly, and you were sure you’d lost all sense of reality for a moment.

Charles chuckled softly, clearly entertained as he watched you come down from your high. “I’d say that’s a successful start,” he teased, his voice filled with satisfaction.

You managed a breathy laugh, your heart racing as you looked between the two of them. “You two… wow.”

Carlos grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Just wait until you see what else we can do, mami.”

Charles leaned closer, a playful spark in his gaze. “What do you think, baby? Are you ready for more?”

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“I think I’m ready,” you said softly, your voice steady and filled with determination.

Charles’s eyes lit up, and Carlos’s smirk widened. “Good,” Charles replied, his tone sultry. “Because we’re just getting started.”

“Close your eyes, mami,” Carlos said, his voice a deep, seductive whisper that sent shivers down your spine. You hesitated, a flicker of doubt creeping in. “Wait, what? Why?”

“Do you trust us?” His tone was confident, teasing yet soothing, coaxing you into submission.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over you like a warm blanket. This was all new territory, a blend of exhilaration and trepidation. “Yes,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. You closed your eyes, surrendering to whatever they had in store for you.

You heard a soft sound, like fabric ripping, and your heart raced as you felt something cool and smooth wrap around your eyes. The realization hit you: they had blindfolded you. The world around you shifted into a haze, every sound amplified, every sensation heightened. You could feel the heat radiating from both men as they surrounded you, their presence both comforting and electrifying.

“Just relax, mami,” Carlos murmured, and you felt him lay down beside you. His lips found your skin, kissing up along your breasts, his mouth moving with deliberate care as he bit and licked, teasing you into a frenzy.

A soft moan escaped your lips, involuntarily. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and delicious anticipation, your body arching towards him, craving more.

As his mouth worked its magic, you felt another warmth against your thighs, a slow, deliberate caress. “You’re so sexy, baby,” the voice said, and you realized it was Charles. His breath was hot against your skin, teasingly close but never quite touching.

Your heart raced, the anticipation leaving you trembling. They were both here, right next to you, guiding you into a world where your senses reigned supreme. You felt someone’s hands travel up your thighs, moving closer to your core, teasing you. “You like that?” Charles asked, his voice deep and low, sending another shiver down your spine.

“Y-yes…” you gasped, biting your lip as the sensations heightened. You could feel the tension in the air, thick and charged with unspoken promises.

“Let’s make this even more fun, shall we?” Carlos said, his voice low and seductive.

Suddenly, you felt warm wax drip onto your stomach, and the sensation made you gasp, your body instinctively reacting to the heat. “What are you doing?” you managed to stutter, a mixture of excitement and fear flooding through you.

“Just trust us, mami,” Carlos cooed. “You’ll love it.”

As he leaned down to kiss the area right next to the wax, the contrast between the heat of the wax and the coolness of his mouth was intoxicating. He pressed gentle kisses along your skin, creating a delicious tension that left you breathless.

The moment felt electric. With every kiss and caress, you surrendered a little more, letting them guide you deeper into this world of pleasure. Carlos’s fingers lightly traced your clit, teasing you, while Charles’s kisses grew more passionate, sloppy and eager on your mouth.

Suddenly, you felt Carlos’s fingers slip lower, just brushing against your asshole. A sharp gasp escaped you as he continued to tease you, working you into a frenzy. “You’re doing so well, baby,” he praised, his tone dripping with lust. “Just let go and enjoy.”

The tension built inside you, a knot of anticipation tightening with every flick of his fingers. You could feel your body responding instinctively, the heat pooling low in your stomach. “Carlos…” you moaned, your heart racing as he continued to tease you.

Then, with deliberate slowness, Carlos pressed his finger inside you stretching you and making you squirm. “Shhh,” he soothed, as you felt the slight burn of being filled. “Just relax, mami. It’ll feel good, I promise.”

You could hardly process the pleasure coursing through you as he added a second finger, moving in and out, stretching you just right. “Oh, fuck!” you gasped, your body arching into him as the sensation intensified.

“That’s it,” Carlos murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “So good for me, mami.”

Charles, ever watchful, leaned closer, kissing you more deeply, coaxing your tongue to dance with his. You melted into the kiss, feeling utterly consumed by them both. The combination of their touches was intoxicating, and you surrendered completely, losing yourself in the pleasure.

“Three fingers now,” Carlos warned, and your breath hitched in anticipation. He pushed a third finger inside you, and your body quivered, an involuntary moan escaping you as the sensation hit you like a bolt of lightning. The stretch was exquisite, a heady mix of pleasure and slight discomfort that made your heart race even faster.

“That’s it, mami,” Carlos coaxed, his fingers curling just right inside you. “You’re taking it so well.”

Charles pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes, his expression a mix of admiration and lust. “You’re incredible,” he said, breathless.

The combination of their praises and the sensations swirling around you was almost too much. You felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, ready to plunge into that sweet release. “I’m—” you began, but Carlos cut you off.

“Not yet, baby,” he said, his tone firm yet playful. “I want you to feel every second.”

And with that, he began to move his fingers in a rhythmic, deliberate motion, curling and pressing against your most sensitive spot, coaxing you closer and closer to that edge. You couldn’t help but moan louder, your body betraying you as you let yourself slip into the abyss of pleasure. “Please, Carlos… I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Good,” he replied with a smirk, clearly enjoying the control he had over you. “That’s exactly where I want you.”

Charles leaned in closer again, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, deepening the sensation and pulling you even further into the haze. You felt your body quivering, the heat coiling tightly in your belly as Carlos continued his movements, the rhythm building higher and higher.

With a final thrust of Carlos’s fingers, you let go, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, intense and consuming. You cried out, your body trembling as pleasure surged through you, leaving you breathless.

“Fuck, yes,” Carlos said, his fingers continuing to work you through your release, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from you. You could feel his excitement radiating, and your heart raced with the intensity of it all.

“Perfect, mami,” he murmured, kissing your thighs softly as you came down from the high.

You lay there, utterly spent, but also electrified. Charles and Carlos exchanged knowing glances, clearly pleased with how you had responded.

“Are you okay, mami?” Carlos asked, his tone softening as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“Yeah,” you breathed, trying to catch your breath.

"That’s good baby. Are you ready?" Charles murmurs, his accent wrapping around each word. You nod, and he gives a small, reassuring smile, waiting for your permission as he begins slowly pushing himself into you, the sudden stretch making your back arch off the bed as you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

He’s patient, attentive, and entirely focused on you, each movement deliberate and giving you the time to adjust to his size. The slow, steady rhythm of his thrusts pulls you in, allowing you to relax into the experience. Feeling bolder, you breathe out, “More.”

Charles raises an eyebrow, smirking slightly as if surprised, but a spark lights his gaze. “What was that, baby?” he teases softly, his voice playful, inviting.

“Faster, please,” you manage, giving in to the sensation. His grin widens, satisfied. And as he begins to deepen his thrusts as he moves faster.

Charles’s pace was relentless, every thrust deeper and harder than the last, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your back arches, your fingers gripping the sheets as your body moves with his. His hands grip your waist firmly, pulling you closer to him as he pounds into you, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the breathless gasps escaping your lips.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Charles groans. His pace doesn’t slow, his body moving with precision and force. You can feel your orgasm building, the tension winding tighter with every thrust until it feels like you’re going to break.

“Damn, mami. You look so pretty like that,” he murmurs, his gaze smoldering. “Look at that face, those lips… I love those lips,” he says, leaning closer until he’s right by your head. “So beautiful. Open up that sweet mouth for me, please.”

Your eyes meet his, filled with desire, and you nod, parting your lips invitingly.

parting your lips as Carlos slides his cock into your mouth, his grip firm but gentle on your throat as he begins to fuck it. The sensation of being filled from both ends sends your mind spiraling, the overwhelming pressure making it impossible to think of anything but the pleasure consuming you.

Charles’s pace quickens, his grip on your hips tightening as he continues to fuck you relentlessly. Your moans are muffled around Carlos’s cock, but you can feel the vibrations from your sounds as they travel through your throat. The weight of it all—the fullness, the pleasure, the intensity—has you clawing at Charles’s thighs, trying to ground yourself, but it’s futile.

“So sexy,” Carlos praises, his voice rough as he thrusts into your mouth, his grip on your neck keeping you in place. “Doing so good mami… taking both of us like this.”

The praise only spurs you on, even as your body threatens to give in to the intensity of it all. Your mind is foggy, lost in the pleasure as Charles hits that spot inside you that has your toes curling, a rush of heat surging through your core. The tension in your body snaps, and before you know it, you’re coming hard around his dick, your thighs tightening around him as waves of pleasure crash through you.

Charles doesn’t slow down. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, each thrust pulling more pleasure out of you until you’re trembling, your body a mess of overstimulation. Carlos’s hand moves to pull your hair, holding you steady as his cock moves deeper into your throat. You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the overstimulation but the heat between the three of you only intensifies.

Your body shakes with the aftershocks of your orgasm, but Charle’s fast pace pushes you toward the edge again. His grip tightens on your hips, as he moves faster before he pulls out realising on your stomach.

Carlos’s thrusts grow erratic, and with one final one, he comes down your throat, his groans mixing with Charles’s. You swallow easily, the warmth of him filling your mouth.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You’re still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm when you hear Charles's low voice. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he says, his tone sultry and full of admiration. “But I think it’s time for us to give you a taste of something truly unforgettable.”

Carlos looks at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You ready for that, mami? We’re going to take care of you.” His confidence radiates, and you feel that familiar flutter of excitement mixed with nervous anticipation.

“W-What do you mean?” you ask, your breath still shaky from the pleasure they’ve already given you.

“We want to show you just how good it can be when you let go completely,” Charles explains, moving closer, his body brushing against yours, making you acutely aware of every part of him. “You’re going to feel incredible, I promise.”

“You can handle us,” Carlos says, and your heart races.

“Okay,” you reply softly, feeling a surge of warmth at their reassurance.

“Good girl,” Charles praises again, his voice rich with affection. You hear the sound of movement, and you can only guess at what they’re doing. Then, you feel the bed shift as both of them position themselves closer to you.

“Now, let’s have some fun,” Carlos murmurs. You feel his warm hands on your thighs, gently pushing them apart, and your pulse quickens as anticipation builds.

“Are you ready for us, baby?” Charles asks, his voice husky and low. You nod, your breath catching in your throat as you feel the heat radiating from both of them.

“Remember, you can say the safe word at any time,” Carlos reminds you. “Just relax and let us take control.”

“Okay,” you whisper, feeling both excitement and a hint of nerves. “I’m ready.”

You feel one of them—Charles, you think—kissing along your thighs, slowly moving closer to your center, while Carlos positions himself at your ass. You can feel the heat from his body, the weight of him above you, and it makes your heart race even faster.

“Don’t worry, mami,” Carlos says, leaning down to brush his lips against yours. “I’ve got you.” You can taste the sweetness of his breath, and it ignites something primal within you.

As Charles starts kissing your folds, you gasp, the sensation sending ripples of pleasure coursing through your body. “So responsive,” he praises, his voice muffled against you. “I can feel how much you want this.”

You arch your back instinctively, craving more of the delicious sensation. “Charles!” you moan, the name slipping from your lips as he devours you, his tongue flicking expertly over your sensitive clit.

“More, baby?” he asks, teasingly slow. You can hear the smile in his voice, the confidence that makes you feel safe.

“Yes. Please!” you gasp, urging him on.

Just then, you feel Carlos’s mouth on yours, his kiss deepening as he leans in closer. Charles, the pressure inside you builds again, and you feel your body responding instinctively. Carlos pulls away just enough to let you catch your breath. “I want you to look at me while we do this,” he says, his dark eyes locking onto yours, filled with a heat that makes your skin tingle.

You nod, focusing on him, even as you feel Charles continuing to work his magic below. The two of them are a perfect harmony of pleasure, each taking you higher as they share their attention. Then you feel it, the burning stretch as Carlos’s dick enters your ass. You can’t help but moan “Oh fuck!” at the sensation, feeling him fill you up so deeply in parts that never been touched before. The world outside fades away, leaving just the three of you, locked in a moment of raw ecstasy.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Carlos urges softly, watching you intently as he thrusts in and out of you slowly, his fingers griping your ass, as he works to increase the pace.

“Can you feel how good that is?” Charles asks, looking up at you, his dark eyes filled with mischief and desire. “I want to see you come again. Show me how much you want it.”

“Oh fuck! Too much!!” you cry, feeling another wave of pleasure crash over you. The combination of his movements, the way Carlos is fucking you, it all blends into a perfect storm of sensation that’s utterly overwhelming.

“Yeah, just like that, baby. I love those sounds,” he says, his voice sultry and encouraging, and you can hear the excitement in his tone.

“More, please,” you beg, your body writhing against the sheets as you surrender to the pleasure.

Charles moves to lay in front of you, his hands moving your leg to lay over his waist as you feel his dick enter your pussy. Not expecting that, you yelp. “Charles!” The initial thrusts are slow, giving you a moment to adjust, but the sensation is still overwhelming. You feel every inch of them as they slide in and out of you, each movement perfectly synchronized. It’s too much, too intense, and yet you can’t stop the moans spilling from your lips.

“You’re such a good girl for us,” Carlos praises, his pace relentless as he pounds your ass.

“Come for us, mami,” Carlos urges, his voice deep and throaty. “We want to feel you around our cocks.”

You can’t hold back any longer; the sensations are too intense, too beautiful to resist. “Oh, oh fuck” you cry, your body arching as pleasure overwhelms you, a wave crashing over you that leaves you gasping for breath.

They don't stop, their pace quickens, thrusting in and out of you even faster, fucking you through your orgasm, driving you further into ecstasy. “That’s it, baby. So beautiful,” he praises, his voice filled with desire.

As you ride the waves of your release, you feel Carlos leaning in, kissing you softly, his lips warm and inviting. “You’re so perfect,” he murmurs against your mouth, and you can feel the heat of his body against yours, adding to the delicious tension.

“Can you handle more?” Charles asks, a wicked smile on his lips as he watches you with dark, hungry eyes.

You nod, feeling that familiar heat igniting again. “Yes, I want more,” you breathe, craving both of them in ways you never knew possible.

“Alright, let’s give you what you want,” Carlos grins, moving to position himself behind you while Charles remains at your front, his dick still buried inside you.

You can feel Carlos adjusting himself behind you, the anticipation making your heart race. “Are you ready, mami?” he asks, his voice a deep growl that sends shivers down your spine.

Yes,” you whisper, your body aching for their touch.

“Good,” he replies, and then you feel him moving closer, pressing against you, the weight of him enveloping you. “Just relax for me, okay? We’ll take care of you.”

With that, he gently slides into you against Charles's cock, filling and stretching you in a way that you've never experienced before, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through your body. “Oh my God!” you scream, the sensation overwhelming as both of them stretch you beyond your limits.

“Just breathe, mami,” Carlos whispers, his voice soothing yet filled with desire. “We’re going to make you feel so good.”

Charles leans in, capturing your lips with his, the kiss deepening as you feel Carlos thrusting behind you, his movements slow and deliberate, each thrust pushing you further into bliss.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Charles praises, his voice low and sultry against your lips. “Just let go and feel everything.”

You’re too full, your body overstimulated, your mind unable to process the sheer intensity of both of them stretching you. Pounding into you at the same time, the feeling is indescribable, leaving you on the edge of tears as your body adjusts to the fullness. Every inch of you feels like it’s on fire, and yet, you crave more.

You nod, surrendering to the sensations as they both take you higher, your body responding instinctively to their every touch. Carlos grunts, quickening his pace behind you while Charles continues his relentless pace too as he kisses you deeply, every brush of his lips igniting sparks within you.

With each thrust, you can feel the pressure building again, your body teetering on the edge. “I’m so close!” you cry. As their pace quickens, your body gives in to the pleasure, the overwhelming fullness pushing you toward another climax, the sensation is too much. The pressure builds again, stronger this time as their movements become more urgent. Both of them drilling in and out of you leaving you in a blissful fucked state.

“Come for us, baby,” Charles urges, his voice a low whisper filled with desire. “We want to see you fall apart.”

With a final thrust from them both, the wave crashes over you, and you scream out in ecstasy, your body shaking as pleasure washes over you completely.

“That’s it, mami! So sexy, fuck!” Carlos praises, thrusting into you as you ride out your orgasm, the world fading into a haze of bliss.

Charles looks at you with that wicked smile. “You’re incredible,” he whispers, and you feel your heart swell with warmth and desire.

As you come down from your high, you realize that you’ve never felt more alive than in this moment with them.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

As the aftershocks of your intense release begin to fade, you nestle comfortably between Charles and Carlos, feeling a comforting warmth envelop you. The dim lighting of the hotel room casts a soft glow, highlighting the contours of their bodies as they lean in close, their breaths mingling in the sultry air.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Charles asks, his voice low and filled with genuine concern. He studies your face, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. There’s something tender in his gaze, making your heart flutter unexpectedly.

You nod, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you. “I’m more than okay,” you reply, a smile breaking across your face. “That was... amazing.”

Carlos chuckles, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “We aim to please, mami.” He shifts slightly, pulling you closer to him, and you can’t help but revel in the sensation of being sandwiched between two incredibly attractive men.

As Charles gets up to get the warm cloth, Carlos remains beside you, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your thigh. “You’re still shaking still,” he observes, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Honestly, I’ve never felt anything like that before,” you admit, your cheeks flushing at the memory of the pleasure you just experienced. “It was overwhelming.”

Carlos nods, his expression softening. “That’s completely normal, mami. Just take your time. You did an amazing job.” His voice is warm and reassuring, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace.

Charles returns with the cloth, a bottle of water, and some snacks, pouring a glass for each of you. “You were perfect, baby,” he says, laying back down next to you, a satisfied smile on his face.

You snuggle between them, your heart swelling with gratitude and affection as their presence envelops you.

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