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yujinnieswifeu · 3 months ago

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Surprise!

pairings: shy!fem reader x birthday girl!Wonyoung

warnings: smut, use of toys, strap-on sex, strap-on is referred to as cock, Y/n calls Wony mommy, Wony calling Y/n her bunny🐰

a/n: you guys better be grateful i’m uploading 2 posts in one day🤩, since it’s Wony’s bday, that’s why i decided to write another on y/n celebrating our queen’s bday😚😚, kinda got carried w this write btw

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“Bye Wonyoung ah~” Gaeyl says, waving to Wonyong as they part ways, her other members says bye to her as well, before each of them part ways. They finally were back in Korea, and just nice it was Wonyoung’s birthday in just an hour or two, that will be when she will be able to see Y/n. The thought of her girlfriend makes her smile, feeling excited to see her after so long of being on tour with her fellow members.

。。。

It was just past midnight when Wonyoung reached to the shared apartment. At the sound of keys jangling, you quickly stood up from where you were, taking the cake in hand before heading to your shared bedroom. Your heart was racing when you hear the door open, Wonyoung’s voice filling the apartment, the sound muffled as you were walls apart. “Y/n? I’m home!” She says, pouting when she notices you were not in the living room. She had sent you a text as well, but you did not reply. Wonyoung was starting to get worried, and sad at the same time since she would usually receive a text from you.

She sighs instead, dropping her things off at the corridor as she closes the door, locking it before making her way to the bedroom, maybe you were still out. “Happy Birthday my love!” You shouted, startling her when she walks into the bedroom. Immediately, tears prick at her eyes, and you immediately put the cake down, going to hug her. “I-i thought something happened to you!” She whines in your arms, your hands were around her waist as you pull her impossibly closer to you, your heart was breaking as she cried in your arms, she sniffles, pulling away instead as you wipe off her tears that was falling on her cheeks. “My silly girl, nothing will happen to me, i’m more worried about you.” You shake your head, now thinking back on the days you would come home alone, wondering what Wonyoung is doing now that she was oversees on tour.

“Did you miss me?” She pouts, and you couldn’t help but smile. “I missed you of course, i missed you so so much.” You held her gaze, inching closer as you peck a kiss to her lips. Gosh have you missed those lips, you wanted to make out with her, to show her just how much you have missed her but that would have to wait since the candle was melting. “Make a wish first hm?” You pull yourself apart from her, hearing her whining a little at the loss of contact as you take the cake up instead, bringing it near her face. You watch as she makes a wish, her eyes closed as she has her hands together. After a while, she opens her eyes, and you blink your eyes, suddenly feeling shy as she catches you staring at her, a small smirk appearing on her face. “Like what you see?” She teases, and you roll your eyes, biting your lips to suppress a smile forming on your face.

“Just cause it’s your birthday, i’ll admit to that.” She giggles at your response, going to blow at the candles. The room was dim now that the candles were out, and she went to turn the lights on. “You really surprised me you know?” Wonyoung says, following you as you two entered the living room to place the cake on the table. “That was my plan, i’m glad it worked.” You smiled, feeling happy that your plan worked and she smacks your arm a little. You faked a pain look, watching how she rolls her eyes. “Don’t ever do that again if i’m on tour.” She warns, and you chuckle, your hands reaching out to hug her again, peppering small kisses along her neck. “Yes ma’am.” You mutter against her skin, your head rests against her shoulder, looking up at her with hooded eyes.

There was a sudden change in atmosphere when you stared into her eyes, unable to deny the sexual tension between you two. “I missed you..i really did.” You confess, your hands finding hers as you played with them. She was silent, finally sitting down as she pulls you onto her. You straddle her hips, and crash your lips onto hers. She moans into the kiss, her hands sliding up and down your back, you whimper softly, grinding your front against her, she could feel how you had nothing underneath, your hard nipples pressing against her, the layer of cloth just separating your bare bodies.

“Fuck, i missed this.” It comes out breathless, her lips nipping at your jaw down your neck as you arch your head back, giving her more access to litter your neck with marks and kisses. You couldn’t help but let out a throaty moan, grabbing her hand in yours as you place them over your chests, letting her feel how much she has aroused you. “Fuck.” She groans, cupping your breasts, the fabric separating her from your skin, a whimper escaping your lips.

“W-wait..” you pull away and she pouts, her hands now resting at the side of your hips. “What’s wrong?” “I…i- this didn’t go as planned.” Now, it was your turn to pout, you watch as she raises a brow, her head tilted slightly. “You mean..you have more things for me?” She asks and you nod your head shyly. She smiles, resting her back against the sofa, suddenly feeling how tired she actually was, but for tonight, she didn’t want to give in to that. “Show me.” Her words makes your heart race, suddenly contemplating if you should show her what you have gotten for her, deciding to stand up and take the gift that you have prepared after much thought.

“O-open it.” Your cheeks were red at this point, she teases you, poking at your cheek and you whine. “Don’t t-tease me!” She goes to peck your cheek, before opening the present in her lap. When she did, she could not help but bite her bottom lip, she looks to you, and back at the gift, and it was her turn to turn red on the cheeks. “Baby…” she rasps out, her voice sultry and low, and you gulped, feeling the area between your legs pool. “Y-yes?” You stutter, now struggling to look her in the eye as you squirm on the sofa next to her. “Where did you get this hm?” She sounded like a mom chiding her kid, but why did it turn you on? You knew you needed to focus on the task at hand, but how could you when she sounded like she wanted to eat you up already. “Look at me.” You bit your bottom lip, timid eyes looking to her and she grabs the items in her hands. “Bunny ears? And this..a butt plug shaped as a bunny tail?” You nod your head, still staying silent as your cheeks turn even redder. You should have planned something else in case this didn’t work out, why did you only think about that now?

“I..i..uhm wanted you to wear them..a-and let me top for once.” You were fidgeting your hands now, her eyes look to them and back up at you, realising how nervous you were. “My shy baby wants to top me?” She smiles comfortingly, hoping to ease your nerves which it did. You nod your head, a pleading look in your eyes. “That’s cute hm, but you know where that leads to right?” You pout, thighs clenching together instead as you rub them together, trying to ease the feeling between your legs. “B-but i want to make mommy feel good, it’s her birthday a-and i just want to pleasure mommy the way she always pleasures me.” You whine, your head down as you look like a sad puppy that did not get their treats. “You know what will make mommy happy?” Oh, not this again. “If you were to wear these and ride mommy’s cock, that will make mommy happy.” Her dirty words were working on you, your breathing coming out as short breaths as she nears you, placing the bunny headband over your head, you could feel your cheeks turning hotter now, heart racing.

“Undress yourself for me bunny.” You could feel your wetness pooling between your legs at the nickname, getting up obediently to remove your shirt over your head, and your shorts along with your panties, suddenly feeling vulnerable as she checks you up and down. “So pretty like this..come here bun.” She pats her lap, and you shyly place yourself over her lap, straddling her hips. She places the end of the butt plug to your face, and you got the hint, lips parting as you wet the metal that would soon be placed in your ass. “That’s my good bunny.” She licks her lips, watching as you bop your head over the metal. “That’s enough bun.” You whine, pulling away from the toy as she drags it back between your asscheeks. You moan softly at the contact, feeling her tease the toy between your asscheeks instead and you try to grind yourself over the toy, moaning as it bumps at your clit. “Naughty bunny, don’t move.” She chides, hearing you whimper as your head nestles against her neck instead.

She finally drags it to your hole, her fingers going down to rub it in circles, hearing you gasp and moan softly when she puts one finger inside of your ass, stretching you out first. “So tight..” she mutters raspily, slowly adding another finger inside to stretch you out for the toy. “M-mommy..” “i know baby..just a bit more okay?” Her comforting words makes you whimper instead, your breath fanning against her neck. When she thinks you are ready, she slowly inserts the butt plug, you whimper at the stretch, hands fisting at her clothes as she encourages you, her other hand in your hair as she comforts you.

“There we go.” She says, you pull yourself away from her neck, pouting cutely at her making her giggle. “You wont be giving me that look soon.” She teases, grabbing your hand as she places it on her crotch. You gasp, feeling something hard there, and you could feel your walls clenching over nothing as you palm her there. You watch how her eyes turn darker with lust, a moan leaving past her lips as you work her up, the back of the toy brushing deliciously against her own clit as you palm her. “Mommy please, can you take off your clothes too?” You whine, hearing her let out a contented sigh. “Help mommy take them off bun.” You quickly and clumsily take off her clothes, her hands teasing up your stomach as she cups your breasts in the process, you moan softly, trying not to get distracted as you slid her top over her head. Your hand goes down to feel her over her sweatpants, hearing her breathy moans as you undo the strings, bringing them down her legs.

The panties over the toy had a darker spot, and you feel yourself salivating at the sight. “Like what you see bunny?” She teases again, her hand goes to remove her panties, the toy springing up as you straddle over her thighs, impatiently grinding yourself over the toy. “You’re so wet for me…you want me inside don’t you?” Her hand wraps around the base of the cock, guiding your slick over the toy as you nod your head desperately. “P-please mommy, want you inside.” You babble, and she pushes the tip slowly past your entrance, making you gasp at the stretch.

“So tight..” she groans, you start to move yourself up and down, riding her cock, she feels the back of the toy bumping against her own clit as she moans. “T-that’s it, faster baby.” Her hand slides to your breasts, cupping them again as she nibbles at your neck. You were a moaning mess, the feeling of the toy in your ass and her cock inside of you made you feel so full, your moans getting louder as you feel the toy hitting your sweet spot. Wonyoung latches her lips over one of your nipple, one of her hand goes to play with the other as her other free hand goes over your asscheek. She lands a smack on the skin there, feeling your body jerking, eyes rolling at the sensation as it passes through your body, a cry escapes your lips.

“M-mommy can i cum please?” You were getting desperate, and so was Wonyoung as the toy brushes against her clit each time you go back down on the toy. “A-a little more bunny.” You press your body against hers, your nipples brushing against each other, it makes Wonyoung nearer the edge, her hand goes to rub at your clit as the other lands another smack on your asscheek. You pull away, letting out another cry, unable to hold it in. “N-need to cum please mommy..!” “C-cum with me bun..!” She says breathlessly, your hand lost in her hair as you press your lips on hers, silencing both your moans as you cum all over her cock, she comes soon after, her legs shaking from the stimulation.

You rest your forehead against hers, your breaths mingling as one as her hands lay at your hips comfortingly. “That was so good.” She almost groans, you go to undo her strap, going down on your knees as you lick her clean. She moans, brushing your headband as she makes you eat her out instead. “N-ngh bunny…” You moan against her, hands sliding up to play at her nipples. She gasps softly, eyes rolling back at the added pleasure.

“O-oh..don’t stop please..” one of her free hand goes to the back of your head, pushing you impossibly closer to her drenched core, you suck at her clit, your tongue goes to her entrance instead as you push past her walls. She whimpers at the feeling of your tongue inside of her, your nose bumping her clit as she moves her hips. “Y-yes yes oh..i-i’m going to cum!” She squeals, her juices coats your face as she cums all over you.

You clean her up lazily, going back up to straddle her as her hands instinctively wraps around your waist to bring your body flush against hers. “This is the best birthday gift.” She says, her nose brushing against your neck, inhaling your scent. “I have another gift for you Wony.” You giggle at the feeling of her nose tickling at your neck, and you could feel her smile against your skin. “Similar to this?” She teases and you roll your eyes playfully, your chin resting on the top of her head. “It’s a real gift this time.” She laughs at your words, humming and kissing your neck before making you look at her. “I love you baby, thank you for this.” “I love you too Wony.”

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uluvjay · 11 months ago

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Hi can I get (for one muse to drive and finger the other who is in the passenger seat.) with either Sebastian Vettel or Jenson button please 🙏

Dbf!Sebastian Vettel x fem! Reader ft. Jenson Button

Yk i couldn’t decide who i wanted to write this with so i chose both, i hope you don’t mind:)

Warnings?; SMUT, fingering, reader is the daughter of a retired driver! But no names are specified, age gap!(reader is in her twenties), cursing, kissing, dirty talk, teasing, kinda public? Everything happens in a car.

You weren’t expecting to see Jenson in the passenger seat of Sebastian’s two seater Ferrari when it pulled up to the curb of the restaurant.

You had been on a date gone wrong when you called your father’s best friend for a ride, none of your friends had answered and with your parents being out of town he was the last person you could think of.

“Um, seb where am I supposed to sit?” You questioned and your confusion only grew when Jenson opened the passenger door but never got out.

You were met with a smirk from the German as he kept quiet, but Jenson gave you the answer you were looking for as he patted his lap and spoke up.

“Got a perfect seat right here love” the Brit smiled at you.

Butterflies filled your stomach as you thought about it, it wouldn’t be the first time you sat on his lap however last time you were in Sebastian’s living room while the man was between your thighs and Jenson held you open for him.

“Come on honey, we haven’t got all night” Sebastian’s spoke, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You blushed as you took your spot on top of Jenson, your little dress doing nothing to put a barrier between you and his denim covered thighs.

You were tense and Jenson didn’t like it, he could feel you holding back your weight and not relaxing completely into him.

“Calm down love, it’s just us” Jenson whispered into your ear as one of his large hands began to run along your bare thigh.

A smile took over the Blondes face as he felt your body sink into his, releasing a sigh of contentment as he felt your warm body against his.

“So what happened on your date?” Sebastian questioned, one of his hands coming to rest on the thigh closest to him; Jenson’s still on the other.

“Uh, nothing he just wasn’t my type” you breathed shakily as you watched Jenson’s hand slowly move under the skirt of your dress.

“Hm, why’d you go out with him then?”

“W-what do you mean?” You stuttered as Sebastian’s hand joined his friends.

“You said he wasn’t your type, if you knew that why’d you go in the first place darling?” Jenson questioned in your ear, voice deep and accent thick.

“Bec-oh, because he was, shi-He was cute” you whined as Jenson’s hand began to rub you through the lace of your panties.

“Yeah? Why’d you end it early?” Sebastian quipped as his own hand came into contact with your folds, thanks to Jenson removing your panties.

You couldn’t reply, the feeling of his thick fingers teasing your entrance taking all of your concentration.

But Jenson wasn’t having it, “I think he asked you a question bunny” he spoke with a sharp swat to your thigh.

Swallowing thickly you did your best to reply to the Man beside you.

“H-he recognized my last n-name, ah!” you whimpered, hand gripping onto Sebastian’s wrist as two of his fingers entered your core.

“Let me guess he turned out to be an f1 fan and only asked about your dad?.” Jenson spoke.

“Mhm” you sobbed as both their fingers began to work you open, Sebastian’s scissoring inside you while Jenson shamelessly rubbed your clit.

You attempted to buck your hips but they were quickly pushed down by Jenson’s free hand, yearning him a whimper of annoyance.

“Don’t be a brat now Liebling, after all we did cut our dinner short to come and get you” Sebastian tutted, taking his eyes off the hardly filled road for a moment to look over at your breathtaking frame.

The skirt of your dress was pushed up and the panties you once wore were now resting on the floor of his overly expensive car, your pretty sounds getting louder as their fingers didn’t let up.

“Can feel her clenching my fingers so tight, our girls getting close” Sebastian spoke aloud, talking about you like you weren’t even there.

“Please, I-need it, please I’ll be good” you begged them, the pleasure from both of them so overwhelming.

“Oh you poor thing” Jenson said with a faux pout, his free hand coming up to hold you jaw, turning you head to connect your lips in a dirty kiss.

It was filthy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting against each other, and by the time you had pulled away you realized Sebastian was pulling into his private driveway.

And while you had expected them to let up they didn’t, in fact Sebastian sped up his movements as he felt you clenching hard around his fingers.

The sound of squelching from your cunt filled the small car. Sebastian’s fingers coming into contact with the sensitive spot inside you as his fingers continued to fuck you rigorously.

“Seb!-ngh, feels so good” you babbled, head thrown back against Jason’s shoulder as his fingers that had been abusing your clit applied more pressure to the small bud.

“Look so beautiful like this bunny, all spread open for us.” Sebastian cooed.

“Don’t stop please! I need it” you begged both men, your pathetic pleads going right into Jensons ear.

“Oh you need it huh? I’m not sure honey. Already had to leave our dinner because you got bored with some jerk, why should we give you anything else?” Jenson tutted behind you.

“No, no, please-Jenson please let me come, I’m sorry for interrupting your dinner” You sobbed as the heat in your lower stomach got stronger and stronger.

“Hmm, I guess we’ll accept your apology. Go on and come for us pretty girl.” Sebastian encouraged.

Their fingers worked together to get you over the edge, mouth dropping open in a silent scream as your body shook.

Your thighs quivered as you soaked Sebastian’s fingers in your release, both men’s eyes gleaming with pride as they watched you come down from your high.

Jenson had slightly repositioned you so you could now face Sebastian, just in time to watch him slip his covered fingers into his mouth; moaning at the taste of you.

A gasp came from you as Jenson ran his fingers through your folds so he could get his own taste of your release.

“Taste so good darling” he smiled down at you.

“Wanna taste?” Sebastian asked.

With a small nod you leaned forward expecting him to slip his fingers into your mouth, however one of his large hands wrapped around your throat and pulled your lips to his.

You moaned into his mouth at the taste of yourself, his tongue running along yours as your lips moved together.

“I think it’s time we take you inside and fuck you properly, what’d you think?”

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st4rbwrry · 2 years ago

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STICKY ☆ eren yeager.

☆. warnings ~ 2.8k. fem!reader, black coded, self pleasure, eren gives us a massage w oil, blowjob, dj on the clit, unedited, kissing, praise, pet names dnt feel like listing, vulgar language, teasing, mention of cycle, dry humping, titty sucking, neck kisses, minors do not interact! reblogs & comments are appreciated.

because this just happened to me and i had no choice but to write it. but imagine eren giving you a full body rub down massage with some shea butter scented baby oil while the two of you watch crime documentaries on netflix. it’s playing soundlessly in the background while the two of you lay comfortably on the black velvet sectional sofa in your cozy studio apartment. it’s raining outside, nighttime nearing. your home smells like salted lemon meringue pie; a candle eren bought for you because he said it reminded him of you.

warm, soft, and sweet. the two of you are cuddling together on the long part of the couch, eren completely pressed up against your left side slowly rubbing your ass in circles under your fuzzy pink blanket. you’re so into your show, sipping on a can of mango arizona, only dressed in an oversized anime tshirt and a pair of pink lace panties printed with hearts that matched the bralette underneath your shirt. he can’t stop touching you. leaning his head on your shoulder, his legs spread out in his gray sweats before his hands sink lower under your blanket to knead into the soft flesh of your hips. delicately working his way up your spine with the points of his thumbs to rub out any tense muscles. you can’t help but giggle at his move, smiling into your hair and biting your lip the higher his hands rise.

massaging your back, hands slipping underneath your bralette as he chews on his pouty lips and scrunch his eyebrows in a focused manner. intent on making you feel good. he knows you’ve been working hard so your body’s been a bit heavy. and you’re dreading heading to work tomorrow morning. so he wanted to ease that stress, as well as the hard-on he’d gotten in his sweats just from the faint moans falling past your pretty lips.

“take this off,” his voice his deep, sultry in its tone and he can’t help it. it drips off his tongue like honey. touching you has his body on fire.

dropping your phone you had picked up to check a text from your best friend, you do as he says, lifting your shirt so you’re left only in your cute lingerie set. eren stands to his full height and clears his throat as he fixes his dick in his sweats. he had to mentally remind himself that you’re ending your cycle and you aren’t really in the mood to have sex. but fuck you’re making it hard looking and sounding like that. you stare with a mischievous grin, following him as he walks towards your bathroom to find your body oil. he comes back, pushing your coffee table back so he can crouch on the floor before you.

“c’mon, lay on your stomach.”

and you’re doing just that. snuggling a neon pink easter bunny plushie close to your face for leverage. eren hums to himself, eyeing your backside as he squirts oil into his big palm and massages them together before rubbing your body down gently. he’s targeting every curve, muscle, tense area. heavy hands gliding across your brown skin with ease. he even uses his forearms and elbows to get those spots like a real masseuse. you’re moaning from how good it feels, shifting in your spot.

eren notices a inconvenience and says. “i need this off too, babe.”

he’s referring to your bralette. you laugh lightly, making a comment about how he’s trying to be nasty when you told him no. he says he promises it isn’t like that. both of you knowing damn well that it’s like that. throughout your princess treatment that you were grateful for, needing it so bad, eren begins to get bold. rubbing his palms over your ass and thick thighs, and then in between. this is torture for you considering your period was a big cockblock. she’s ending but you’re in that spotting phase that goes on and off. and you didn’t have time to check before his little teaser. your hormones were everywhere. being away from him for a full week, no dick, no head, eren’s consistent fucking with you knowing you can’t do anything . . . it’s all pent up. you needed a release so bad. and he’s playing games right now. slyly pulling your underwear down, eren saying ‘relax’ when you get too antsy before rolling and kneading your ass cheeks.

“erenn, stop,” his name comes out airy. your face is planted flat into the couch as your eyes loses their focus and your lower halve begins to ache.

“you don’t sound like you want me to stop.”

and he’s fucking right, you really don’t. you whine, twisting your ass side to side. eren chuckles and slips your panties back up, finishing with the back of your thighs giving you time to breathe with relief. until he’s back again, spreading your legs a little more so he can get into between to touch your pussy. long fingers rushing over your clothes clit, fabric becoming damper from your uncontrolled arousal. how could he make something so intimate instantly nasty? the man can’t focus on one task. his brain switches like a fuse. hissing to himself, he rubs your hardened clit in circles, taking his time, not wanting to get you too riled up. he couldn’t fuck you after all.

your face curls up in pleasure, breathing his name again, your hair covering your view of his face. hips grinding against his hand and gripping your plushie tighter. he smacks your ass a few times, loves to watch it bounce even in the dark living room you currently reside in. eren drags his right hand up your entire backside before placing it on the back of your neck to choke you, not too hard, just enough to hold you still. he’s leaning down, bringing his face mouth to your ear and breathing like a feral animal. spanking you over and over to hear you whimper and whine. squirming in your spot with annoyance when he removes his hand from your cunt, hot and needing more attention immediately.

“okay i’m done,” he announces, rubbing the remaining oil into his own skin and smiling like a cocky bastard. you groan with irritation, shoving your face into your plushie as he stands and laughs like an asshole.

“fuck you, bro.”

“you can’t, remember.”

he’s really testing you. now is not the time to test you. he takes a seat beside you after you advert your attention back onto your show, resting your chin in your palm and purposely ignoring him. titties all out and everything. eren spreads his longs legs as wide as they go, your eyes catching the tint in his crotch. he’s got his arm thrown on the headrest of the couch, looking down at you without your knowledge just to see what you would do. he wants his dick in your mouth so bad. if your willing to do it is the question that remains. it’s not really about him right now, is what your thinking. you gave him the sloppiest head literally yesterday before he had to leave for work, cum and salvia covering your face as you gagged and sucked him off like he’d run away. attempted? definitely. he couldn’t stop moaning and squirming away. especially when you overstimulated him after he nutted, cum shooting in your left eye mind you, risking a damn pink eye for his satisfaction. and he can’t grant you this one thing? you didn’t even want him to fuck you. you just wanted him to touch you.

so you know what you do? you turn your body clockwise to face him, looking up at him as he avoids eye contact and keeps them at the projector on your wall.

“i hate you,” you start with, shifting your hips so he can watch your ass move. you touch his stomach over his hoodie, the man still dressed from earlier when the two of you ran out to get food and came back to get lazy and watch horror movies. not really horror. it was it follows, side note, horrible film.

“why?”

“because you know i can’t fuck you right now, so you’re teasing me.”

“mhm,” he tongues his inner cheek, jade eyes catching your swiftly before redirecting them back to the show. “be a good girl.”

“don’t wanna,” you pout, lifting your upper body to press your face into his neck, kissing and sucking and eren immediately succumbs to you. it’s the most sensitive area on his entire body, other than his hips. he hissed and tosses his head back.

“stop,” he grumbles, but you don’t listen. rolling your neck to catch every inch of his neck with your lips. “stop.”

when he says it that time it’s stern, eren locking your neck in his grasp as he clenches his jaw, dick hard as fuck. he knocks his knees in and out, staring your pretty face down, a smile all over it. unable to contain it, he kisses you. sloppy and with tongue. your hands smoothing down to his crotch to palm the outline of his dick. eren inhales deeply, reaching between your heated thighs to rub your clit again through your panties. gasping, you lift your left leg to give him better access. grinding against his hand as he watches your face churn with contentment.

“gonna be a good girl now?” he taunts, you nod your head that now lays in the crook of his neck, moaning and kissing him still. he’s loosing his self control at this point. your tits are pressed together as you grip the back pillow of the couch and ride his hand, squealing and whimpering. your sounds take over him and he’s soon pulling his sweats to sit at his knees, heavy cock slapping at his abdomen, a clear pearl of pre sitting at the tip.

his hand swerves to the back of your neck to turn your head and push your face to his lap where his dick sat, hard and needy. honestly, your not in the mood to suck dick, your jaw going sore yesterday . . . but for your man, you’ll do anything.

“don’t care what you say,” he shifts up a little so you have better access. “suck on it.”

only your mouth encases his cock, hands clutching his hoodie, cheeks hollowing as you take him deeper and suck hard just like he loves. focusing mostly on the tip because it makes him twitch and you love that reaction more than anything. love when he’s moaning ‘fuck’ or ‘fuck me, baby’ cause it makes you feel good inside. while your head bobs he continues to fuck you with his fingers, reaching inside your panties this time to toy with your clit better. eren comes to his senses and realizes if this proceeds he’s going to fuck you real bad. he swears to god he’s ready to lay a towel down and say fuck it forreal. but he knows it’s not something you’re comfortable with.

“c’mere, princess,” he speaks to you in that low, listen to me tone. you let his dick go with a sloppy pop, swallowing the remainder of spit in your mouth before leveling your face with his, batting your lashes and pushing your matted hair out the way. “do me a favor and cum for me, okay?”

“ ‘kay,” nodding your head mindlessly, eren gets lost in pleasing you again, wrapping his hand around his dick to stroke it while he finger fucks you. nothing compares to when you do it, though. you’ve ruined him, honestly. but he wants to keep it hard for you ‘cause he knows you want it after.

he notices your breath hitching, placing your hand over his when he loses his position and tries to sink his fingers in but you really want him to stay on your clit. you’re about to cum, he also knows because your burying your face in his neck and nodding frequently after he asks, “you cummin’ , princess?”’

“y-yess, m’cummin!” squeaks and mewls stream out of you and he swears it’s the prettiest thing every time you do it. eren latches his mouth back onto yours, groaning as he stops stroking his dick and shoves his tongue in your mouth. your hands have a death grip on his wrist as your thighs enclose his forearm to stop him, already sore.

“there we go, that’s my girl,” he kisses your forehead after, letting you take a moment to calm down before he’s coming up with another attack. doesn’t even give your five full minutes before he’s telling you to get up. and you sulk, whining because you don’t want to move.

“noooo,” you pout at him but he’s not hearing it, grabbing your arms and picking you up to place you on the edge of the sectional. he’s on his knees again before you, dragging you closer so your ass nearly hangs off and intertwines perfectly with his hips. “trying so hard not to fuck you.”

stretching your arms above you, you giggle like your drunk, playfully telling him to get off of you but of course he doesn’t listen. eren’s hovering his big figure above yours, bringing his head down to dart his thick tongue out and drag it slowly over your left nipple, soon latching his cotton candy lips around the bud and sucking. pulling it along as he rotates his head and moans with his eyes shut. you let him do as he pleases, always intrigued when he gets into his moments. as he’s sucking on your chest that’s when he starts grinding his hips forward to fuck against you. the bulge in his sweats rut on your clit waking it up for round two.

“fuck this,” eren makes a pained noise as he tugs his sweats down to reveal his cock again, scooting closer and sitting higher to position it right on your soaked clit he slaps with the tip a few times, dark eyes eyeing you as you bite your lip and moan like a slut from that little play.

eren’s placing your legs over his shoulders, like he loves to do, arching over you so your knees are close to your shoulders. he makes sure your thighs stay closed so the pressure on his dick feels better for friction. he begins to lick up your chest, trailing up to your neck where he laps his tongue and follows with kisses, fucking with you just like you did with him. you’re just as sensitive there. tossing your head back and moaning, gripping onto his shirt since he removed his hoodie, rolling your eyes back. and it gets worse when he starts ramming his dick like he’s actually fucking you. he’s following the bounce of your tits while he rolls his hips and fucks his dick on your sluice folds drinking in the fabric of your panties. your thighs making this feel so much fucking better. it feels good for you too.

“fuck, ma,” eren smacks the outside of your thigh, grunting and hastening his pace, skin slapping and it’s all making your mind hazy. “got me feelin’ like this without bein’ deep in your pussy.”

“erennn, you look so good,” it slips from your mouth without your own permission. you made a mental comment about how good he looks fucking you right now. long hair messy around his face, silver rings on his digits along with spiky or cuban link bracelets on his wrist. ink tatted on various parts of his body. his perfect white teeth sinking into his bottom lip. he’s too fucking handsome. and he’s all yours.

“i look good, huh baby?” he chuckles between a strangled moan, brows creasing.

“unh huh,” you huff out, reaching up to caress his face in your dainty hands.

“you look fuckin’ better,” his eyes turn white as your body rolls somewhat to your right side, eren able to hit it from the side, this position constricting his dick tighter, pounding harder. “fuck, n’ it’s gonna make me nut jus’ lookin’ at you.”

“keep looking,” you bite your lip and keep your face to his, the two of you breathing in each others air. “stare at me when you cum. wanna watch your face.”

“fuck,” it’s crazy what you do to him. because not even a few seconds later he’s shooting cum right on your tummy and it’s a lot, keeps going as he shudders and keeps his eyes on yours like you wanted. he’ll bite his lip off at some point with how much force he’s applying. might even get a headache from his eyes turning white. it’s all worth it though.

you smile like you’ve made the biggest achievement, curling your hands up into a ball and planting your cheek on it, falling back with a dreamy sigh. he’s the prettiest, and he’s all yours.

“i hate you,” eren runs his hands through his hair with a deep laugh, his dick still unable to stop leaking cum. he smacks your thigh again. “fuckin’ hate you.”

“you started it.”

#all of this is a true story deadass #this happened to me like 4 hours ago. bby had to go to work 🙈#eren smut #eren x you #eren x black y/n #eren x black reader #eren x y/n #eren x fem!reader #snk smut #eren yeager x you #eren yeager smut #eren yeager x y/n #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #aot eren #eren jaeger x black reader #𝜗ৎ ˚⋅ 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘.

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repulsiveliquidation · 9 months ago

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without you || Ona Batlle

warnings : angst w/ happy ending, i promise. mentions of illness and death. based on the poem above. enjoy :)

last night you were in my dreams

looked me in the eye

god

it felt so real

her side of the bed’s empty. there’s no note left for you in her pretty writing. her car is gone from its place next to yours in the driveway. her pillow smells so much like her, it’s almost like she’s still here. the tears. you hate the tears. they fall without your permission. they wet your pillow, “I’m sorry,” you whisper, the lump in your throat made it hard to swallow.

you roll over to her side of the bed, the cold sheets solidify your loneliness. Ona’s gone. she left this morning, bags seemingly packed for such a long time that there was a little dust bunny at the back of the closet from where she hid the duffle bags.

the sun shines into your room just a little, the window left open from the night before. you had shared a glass of wine there, laughing so loud that the old man who lived across from you yelled for you two to go to bed. his wife scolded him and apologized for his behavior, blowing you a kiss and a promise of fresh pastries she would send you the next morning.

you opened the front door and there they were, neatly packed in a little basket. they were Miguelitos, Ona’s favorite. tears filled your eyes again, picking up the pretty basket with an unsteady hand. the old lady calls from across the road and you force a smile, voice breaking when you yell a thank you in a terrible attempt at Spanish. she smiles and nods anyway, watching as you tread back into the house and she sees you wiping a tear away.

they’re still warm so you leave them on the kitchen uncovered. you call Jonatan and tell him you feel like, faking a sniffle that he doesn’t buy but he gives you the day off anyway. suspiciously, Ona calls him not three minutes later with the same excuse. normally you’d call and tell him you were both under the weather but separate calls raise flags in his mind.

you crawl back into bed and begin to sob, hot tears staining your cheeks and pillow. you pull her pillow close to your chest and try to calm yourself, knowing it was no use when all you wanted was your girlfriend to hold you close and tell you everything was going to be alright.

she had done this two times before. Ona was a perfectionist, a master of her craft. every pass, tackle, dribble, and kick had to be perfect. one loose ball that was her fault meant another hour on the pitch perfecting the pass till her toes hurt from kicking the ball. the first time you had to physically throw her over your shoulder and drag her home, having a strict conversation with Alexia as she cleaned up. you made her promise to take her health seriously or Alexia would wait for the green light from you to be benched until she bucked up.

the message got to her head for about six months until a badly timed tackle earned her a second yellow of the game and the send-off. she ran off the pitch in anger, lashing out at Vicky who was comforting her as she walked off. you were on the bench with a little ankle sprain and waddled after her with Alexia, Mapi, and Pina in tow. you were ready to give her an earful when you heard muffled sobbing in the changing room. you told the others you would handle it and they backed off, faces full of concern for their friend.

“Ona?” you called, walking into the room slowly. she wiped her tears away, trying to look like she wasn’t crying. she refused to raise her head, eyes fixed on her muddy cleats.

“Amor, it’s just me,” you comfort, sitting beside her and rubbing her back. she flinches but leans into your shoulder, crying into your pressed shirt. you rock her a little and let her cry it out, gripping your coat tight as she shook in your arms.

“shh, it was just badly timed princesa. it happens.”

“I’ve let the team down, they need me…” she cried harder, snot running down her face. you reach into your pocket and pull out some tissues, reminding yourself to ask the girls which one of them stuffed it into your pocket. you wipe her face and kiss her nose.

“the girls are fine, we’re five goals up with ten minutes to go. we’ve got this game in the bag.”

“but the next games…”

“should give you a chance to rest and regroup. you’ve been working yourself to the bone again.”

“I’ve been sloppy at training, I can’t afford to make mistakes!” she yelled standing up and storming into the showers.

you lean back and decide to give her some space to breathe, hearing the loud chattering of girls high off another win and a clean sheet. you smile and congratulate them, not wanting them to worry about their teammate. Ona comes out from the showers second to last, hair wet and cheek rosy from the hot water. you sit in her cubby patiently waiting and she kisses you.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” she apologizes, fiddling with her fingers. you nod and smile at her, standing up gingerly since your legs have gone numb. she changes and you notice that she’s got one of your ratty t-shirts on and your training sweats. you shake your head and walk out the door, yelling that you’d have the car warmed up for in the front in five.

she scrambles into the car and relaxes into the seat, muscles visibly melting into the warm upholstery. you drive leisurely back home, the Barcelona sunset to your left. Ona snores in the passenger seat softly, not even waking up when the scent of the Chinese takeout you pick up fills the car.

she rouses when you park in front of your house, feeling the familiar cobblestone that you have to drive over just before bringing the car into park. she smacks her lips and feels your lips press a soft kiss on her cheek.

“We’re home, my love.”

she smiles and stretches her arms, climbing out of the car sleepily. you’ve brought all the bags into the house, already cleaning out her kit bag. she rummages through the bags of food and smiles when she smells her favorite. maybe taking a break wasn’t such a bad idea.

it was as if you were here again

deep down inside me feel

Ona locks herself in her room. the sheets feel foreign, itching her skin. you always had the softest sheets, catering to her sensitive skin. the bonus was that they always smelled like you and she made sure to take deep breaths when you changed the sheets every week.

the room smelled stale too. an expected circumstance since she was rarely over here anyway. your house was closer to the pitch and she already had half the closet to herself, why make the trip every time?

there was a knock on the door about twenty minutes after she got home. she knew it was Aitana with a billion questions but all she wanted was to be alone. really she wanted to be with you but she’d fucked that up. she didn’t even know why she ran, the pressure of performing was becoming too much and she didn’t want to be a burden. she couldn’t bear to see that look of disappointment she saw glimmer over your face when she got her first red card with Barça.

the banging on her bedroom door was what woke her up hours later. Aitana mentioned breakfast in the oven and coffee in the coffee pot before the front door slammed shut. she checked her phone and there was radio silence, half hoping that you had left an angry voicemail telling her to come home. instead, she was met with her wallpaper of you holding Coco over the summer at her parent’s house.

tears pool in her eyes as she scrolls through her camera roll, swiping through all the silly photos you made her take that night. she threw her phone on the bed and screamed into the mattress, hoping deep down inside she was braver in another lifetime.

and when the light came to wake me,

and you slowly starting to fade away,

my soul was longing for you to take me,

Ona walked onto the pitch three days later, heart aching to see you. she stepped onto the pitch and spotted you talking to the girls, Ingrid slapping you on the back laughing at a joke Mapi told the group. she decides to avoid you, too cowardly to face the music. you notice her and smile but she turns away quickly, busying herself with her laces. you decide to try and corner her at the end of practice you do, needing the help of the girls to keep her from running to her car the moment Jonatan blows his whistle.

“why did you run away like that, Oni?” you ask her quietly, the rest of the team filtering out when Alexia begins to shepherd them outside.

“it’s none of your business,” she growls, tears flowing down her cheeks as she packs her kit bag. you grab her shoulder and she turns around with anger seething in her eyes. you’ve never seen hatred in her eyes before, it was unlike her; unlike your cheerful, noisy, playful but shy girlfriend.

“Ona? what’s gotten into you?” you ask, feeling tired of all the secrets she’s been harboring. for weeks you’ve been concerned about her odd behavior. she’s been making frequent visits to the medics, getting off practice earlier and staying longer sometimes, random trips to the ‘store’ for hours on end. you thought that she was planning something since your anniversary was coming up and she liked to make a big thing about it but when she left that morning it hit you that she was probably preparing to leave. this time though, it was for good.

it's her third round of dialysis this week. Ona sat in the lumpy chair of her dialysis center when her doctor walks in.

“how does it look, doctor?”

“it’s fourth-stage renal failure, Ona. you need a transplant or else you’re never playing football again. frankly, I don’t know how you’ve kept playing this long.”

“Jonatan knows.”

“I see,” he says and sits. “does your girlfriend know?”

“she’s not my girlfriend anymore.”

“did you decide that for her, or did she have any say?”

Ona looks up at him in shock. she tries not to jostle the machine as she sits up.

“How did you know?”

“you looked like you didn’t want to believe it when you said it.”

“she deserves better than,” she gestures to the machine, “this.”

“she deserves you,” he says and stands. as he walks away and Ona is about to cry, he turns and clears his throat. “she’s donated blood here before, she’s a perfect donor match.”

Ona tries to cry into her palm quietly, the weight of her decision bearing down on her shoulders.

but instead,

i must live without you,

for another day.

you wake up feeling groggy, and the sound of steady heartbeats fills the room. there’s another heartbeat that deep down sounds familiar and it puts a smile on your face.

a chilling call from Jonatan put you in this hospital bed. he explained that Ona needed a transplant and that you were a perfect match. you cried in his office, body shaking with anger at yourself more than at Ona. you knew that it ran in her family and that her age was when the onset was. the extra visits to the doctor and ‘shop’ trips all made sense now. you punched a wall on your way out dramatically, crying like a baby all the way home. you barged into her house, Aitana following behind you like a puppy.

“so you were just going to run and wait for you to die?” you yelled at her, body shaking in fury. she just stared at her fingers, fiddling with the end of the throw blanket in her lap.

“answer me!”

“you don’t deserve this!” she screamed back, tears running down her face. “you don’t deserve someone who is dying to be your girlfriend!”

tears flood down your cheeks and you hear her door click closed, Aitana in front of it.

“you had no right to decide that for me, Oni!”

“I couldn’t put you through this. if I don’t get a kidney soon, first it’ll be football then it’ll be me!”

“I know I’m a match.”

her head whips up to look at you so fast, you’re sure she’s gone and given herself another ailment.

“no.”

“I’m a perfect match, Onita.”

“I could never ask you to do that!”

“you’re not asking if I’ve already asked them to make sure it goes to you.”

“Bebé, I–”

“no, you would do the same for me. I love you too much to see you like this,” you kneel in front of her as she sits on the bed, feeling overwhelmed. “Please, Oni,” you beg with your head in her lap, “Please let me help you.”

Ona wakes up and looks over at you, sighing in relief that the surgery was a success. the nurses have pushed your beds close enough together that you stretch your arm out and she does the same, fingers laced together with an unspoken promise to face every challenge that comes your way the only way you knew was right; together.

#ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #fc barca femeni #fcb femeni #fc barcelona femeni #espwnt #sefutbol fem #woso imagines #woso x reader #woso soccer #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso angst #woso #woso community #womens football

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q1ngqve · 9 months ago

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hi!! same anon here you dont have to take this as a request bc i just wanted to get this out of my chest yandere or at least obssesive averatio where both overstim the hell out of reader (lowkey mindbreak if you're comfy about that??) after reader rejects their advances NOT OUT OF HATE or anything but bc their insecurities got the best of them and either thought the two were just messing w them or they have abandonment issues (i do not have the second one whatever do you mean i am not projecting do not percieve me) no offense to these two but they look like the ppl to mess w your heart n leave you to rot

mb some predator/prey (they both hunt you down after you avoid them both and as ratio wisely said "what do you do with a cornered prey? hunt it to death" AUGHAHSGA) aphrodisiacs, drugging, etc. anyways after that you best bet you'll be too dumb to ever think of something as stupid as that, and sure, yes ratio hates idiots but well..... you will be the only exception given how cute you look all fucked out and broken on their bed with their cocks deep inside you <3

SKLDJALSDJAL HELP i feel awfully embarrassed w writing this lmao scuse me while i bleach my head.

i am very sorry this took so long </3 i wrote this as a fic at first but i lost motivation so now it’s just in the form of brain rot :(

oh no :( poor reader with insecurities from your past relationships thinking every man out there is a liar, especially the two that gave their hearts to you :( running away from them is a smart move because we don’t trust men in this household!

but you forget how annoying they can be when it comes to getting what they want, and they want you (´▽｀) so don’t be surprised when you find yourself feeling scared out of your mind walking home alone and feeling like you’re being watched! or when you find certain luxury items randomly appearing in your room! or the slightest hint of their cologne when you wake up every morning! because you asked for this by running away 😵‍💫

this was supposed to be holiday for you — coming to penacony, but the headache and blurry room before you has you panicking! you best know that no one is coming to save you when you’re running through the reverie hotel like a lost bunny when you receive a letter saying they’ll have you tonight! and if you think you had any chance of escape, you’re so wrong 😖

oh, and don’t let them know that you’re afraid, it only spurs them on! hunting you down through the corridors of the hotel is so adrenaline inducing for them <3 running shouldn’t be so hard though, so why do you feel as if your legs are going to give out any second? oh right, the drink! they probably drugged it, seems like something they would do

an exasperated gasp leaves you when you finally let your body fall, eyes closing, preparing for impact. and the next thing you know you wake up, hands tied above you to the headboard, your body completely bare. you’d struggle with all your might, soft whines sounding at the back of your throat when you spot the two of them hiding in the shadows, staring down at you with those bright, lust-filled eyes

oh, you’re so dead

your body feels like it’s on fire, desperately needing release, needing someone to touch you, anyone. your voice betrays you as whimpers leave you when they stalk towards you, their burning gaze not helping with the burning sensation.

you really did think you could escape! so why’re you here, tied and unable to move? tears fall as you lock eyes with veritas ratio, your fight or flight kicking in when he reaches out to caress your cheek, wiping the tears away. laughter sounds from aventurine on the other side of the bed, you’re just so naive! all he wants to do is to love and break you until you’re a sobbing mess beneath him 😵‍💫 so don’t blame him when he kisses you, he just can’t help it anymore, not when you’re already shaking when all they did was drug your drink and reveal themselves to you after months of stalking :(

the aphrodisiac is making you incredibly sensitive to their touch, which is perfect for them because that would mean hearing your sweet cries of pleasure! you best prepare yourself though, because they’re not stopping until you’re about to pass out 🧎🏻‍♀️ they haven’t had you for months, nobody is going to stop them from worshipping you, not even yourself.

you’ll be so overstimulated by the end of the night that even just innocent touches can have you whining and trembling like a leaf (^^)

“you really think you can run from us?” — veritas ratio

“who you knew you were so filthy, hmm? you wanted us to hunt you down, didn’t you? dirty, dirty girl.” — veritas ratio

“missed you so much, pretty girl.” — aventurine

“stop? now why would we do that? you’re clearly enjoying this. look at you, making such a mess on my cock.” — aventurine

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kmt123whatsthetea · 11 months ago

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Our girl

Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Requested by @jelloangela

Request gist: Angry sex with the Weasley twins. An argument that leads into something rough. Fluff at the end.

A/N: Thanks for the request! I decided to use the bunny and kitten nicknames that I used in the headcanons I wrote. I think it came out as the twins being condescending and owning the reader instead of angry sex, so apologies. I got halfway through writing and just went “does this make sense?”. But I stuck with it. I also only wrote that George fucks the reader but Fred is present and teasing the reader, if that counts as twins x reader. Writer's block hit me hard with this one (but writers block can be defeated with old movies and homemade biscuits)

T/W: Rough sex, unprotected sex, jealous + possessive twins, Fred is a little bit of a meanie, nicknames, manhandling, love bites, choking, hair gripping?, degradation and dumbification, allusions to exhibitionism/ prostitution, a teeny bit of overstimulation, soft aftercare

You stormed into the flat above the shop, the twins hot on your trail. They were so jealous of every man you served. If a man came to the counter while you were serving or asked you for help while you were on the shop floor, they were right behind you to scare the man away. If a man so much as looked at you, they would appear as if by magic. That’s how today played out.

You had been on the tills when a man came to the counter. You served him the same way you served any customer, but according to the twins, there was more to the story.

To them, the man had been eyeing you up, staring at your tits when you weren't looking. They even went as far as suggesting that the man was going to ask you out if they hadn't been there. The man was just a customer, but to them he was an enemy eyeing up their girl. They practically ushered him out of the shop and told him that they were closing soon (even though there was still an hour till closing).

Fred was the first to speak up, his hand grabbing your arm to stop you from pacing around the small living room.

“He was flirting with you, Kitten. Stop pretending that you didn't love his attention”.

He pulled your arm, twirling you to face him. George came up next to the two of you and trailed his hand up with back. George leaned closer to your ear and spoke with a soft voice.

“You know we care about you, Bunny. You don't need his attention, not when you have us. We’ll always take care of our girl”.

Your scoff only made them persist more.

“That's not the point, you both-”

Fred’s lips crashing onto yours cut you off. His eager hands found your waist, tugging at the T-shirt you had on. He broke the kiss to pull it over your head before George grabbed your arms and held them behind your back. His grip wasn’t painfully tight, just tight enough to stop you from getting away. Fred took his time pulling your skirt down, admiring how you looked being manhandled in place by his brother.

George pulled you towards the couch, taking a seat before pulling you onto his lap. Your legs were either side of his, your back to him with your arms still being held in place by his.

Fred leaned his face closer to yours, that smirk plastered on his face.

“Maybe you should have behaved, we might have gone easy on you Kitten. Or maybe you wanted me and Georgie to treat you like this”.

His hand slid down your stomach to your clothed pussy. He cupped your pussy, enjoying the way your hips seemed to move on their own, grinding against his hand. He pulled his hand away and ripped your underwear from you. The hand that teased you came up to gently squeeze your neck.

“You will behave when George fucks you, wont you?”

You didn't even have time to respond before you heard George pull his zipper down. You hadn't even noticed the absence of his hand on your arm. You suddenly felt something prod at your entrance before being pushed inside. The lack of preparation made you throw your head back, the sting only fueling your growing desire. George’s hips bucked up into yours, his grip tightening on your arms. His pace was brutal, his tip repeatedly rubbing that spongy spot. Fred remained standing in front of you, his hand finding your hair. He gripped your locks tightly, keeping your face towards him.

His other hand pressed your cheeks together, his tone condescending.

“This is what you needed, wasn't it? Wanted to be fucked like a little slut? Maybe we should have let that guy have a go at your tight pussy, see how much we could have charged him. We’d watch every second. Watch you take it like a slut, hear you beg for us to fuck you instead of him.”

Fred’s words had your pussy clenching around George's cock, making George groan.

“She likes it, Freddie. Imagine how much we’d make just from letting random guys fuck her mouth.”

The twins chuckled, and your cheeks blushed from their humiliating remarks.

Fred's hand came down to rub slow circles over your clit.

“Don't worry, Kitten. We’d never let another man touch you. You’re our pretty slut, aren't you?”

You nodded so fast, whiplash kicked in. You were so close, you could’ve cum from their words alone. The pleasure was building, the twins knew. But they were merciful, this time anyway. George said the words before you could even ask.

“Cum for me, Bunny”

Like the flip of a switch, the band snapped. Your moans filled the sex scented air as your pussy gushed around George's cock. His hands held your arms all throughout, keeping you steady. Fred’s eyes watched your face. He took in every detail as if he hadn't seen you cum before.

George's hips kept bucking, neither twin worrying about your moans that slowly became whines and pleas that it was “too much”. Fred's hand returned to your clit, his face level with yours. Georges cock pulsed inside of you before cum painted your walls. His thrusts slowed to a stop, settling you into his lap and releasing your arms from his grip.

Fred took it as his cue to lift you into his arms before carrying you into the bathroom with a quick remark about ‘looking presentable in front of a lady’ to George. Fred sat you on the side of the bath and turned the taps on. He added all of your favourites from bubble bath to bath salts. When the water had risen and the bath was filled with bubbles, he helped you into the steamy water.

George came into the bathroom and sat on the floor next to Fred, both boys watching you as if you would vanish any second. The water against your aching body felt heavenly, but only one thing could make it better. Your hands left the water, one in each direction of each twin. Both boys reached for their designated hand, holding it like a precious jewel was in their palm. George's other hand came to stroke your cheek softly, and the twins gave each other a look that said it all.

You were their girl.

#george weasley #george weasley fic #george weasley x fem #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you #fred weasley #fred weasley smut #george weasley smut #weasley twins #fred and george #weasley twins smut #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fic #george wealsey x reader #george weasely smut #george weasley headcanon #fred weasley headcanons

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noroi1000 · 1 year ago

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Baby Gojo

Summary: Your friend brought you a baby. Is it possible that this child is your husband? Yes, because he was hit by a curse.

A/n: This is short. All I had to do was see Baby Gojo and I had to write it 🥹

Rolling out of bed, you reached the door as someone was waiting there. And with a hand on your stomach, you looked at the familiar blonde who was holding something in his hands.

"Good morning, sorry for the problem, (y/n)-san." he said, bowing slightly.

"Oh, good morning, Nanami. Will you come in?" you asked, opening the door slightly for him.

"No, thank you, I don't have time. I have to go back soon. I'm just here to give you this." He stepped closer to you, and gently raised his hands, holding the ball in the blanket so that you can take it gently. "I know you're pregnant and it might be hard for you... But you're the only one who can take care of it."

You felt a weight in your arms and looked at it.

You saw a small baby face with white hair.

Your eyes widened.

"This-."

The little child suddenly opened his eyes and you saw crystal blue.

"You're his wife, so–."

"Wait, this is Satoru's?" you asked, fury rising within you.

Does he have another child?!

Did he cheat on you?!

You felt tears prick your eyes just thinking about it. How could he cheat on you, his wife. You've been with him for so long and you're pregnant now!

You have his child under your heart and he does this to you?

And he sent Nanami to give you a baby while he was at work?! What about the mother of this child?!

And you're sure it's Satoru's! This baby looks exactly like him! Even though it's sweet, you felt heartache that it was your husband's child with another woman...

"Nanami, Is he really..." you started.

And as soon as he heard the tone of your voice, he hurried to explain.

"It is not like that! It's not his baby!" he said quickly.

Meanwhile, the white-haired baby held out his hands to you with a smile.

"This child is him."

"What?"

"...I have no idea how to explain this to you... He oversaw the mission of his disciples. Itadori gave it to me like this when they came back. Fushiguro said that he was showing off as usual and was hit by a curse that turned him into a baby for a while.. And according to Ieiri-san, this curse will last for about 9 hours on him. They returned to school about 5 hours ago. Therefore, the remaining 4 hours are for you."

"W-Wait! What should I do?! Is this really Satoru?!"

"I have no idea. This is Gojo Satoru himself." He started to come, but before leaving completely, he turned around. "Gojo-san would never cheated you."

You felt warmth spread through your chest at his words.

Do even people around you think so?

That's nice...

You looked down, feeling light tugs on your shirt.

You smiled slightly when you saw his smile. So sweet and tiny.

Holding him with one hand, you placed the finger of your other hand on his cheek, feeling the softness. He chuckled charmingly, grabbing the tip of your finger.

For that moment, you forgot about the weight of your belly and turned around as you entered the house. Closing the door with your foot to focus on the sweet little man in your arms.

"Who's so sweet, you are!" you said happily, unwrapping him from the blanket.

The bag you also got had all his stuff in it.

Probably his students had to see him naked... You have to experience this sight every day when his body is an adult. The fact that they saw a baby means nothing.

You pulled him out of the blanket to look at him. White fluffy hairs on his head, long white eyelashes and those beautiful blue eyes.

You have to take pictures of him while he looks like this! He's so sweet!

When the blanket fell off him, you saw that he was naked. There was nothing there that scared you. (Maybe because you've seen it in a different form.)

You placed him on the couch and went to get a new bunny diaper that you both already had. It was in your house because even if you were pregnant for a few more months, Satoru really wanted to go buy baby accessories.

And then, as you placed a soft diaper on his little body, you watched his smile. So innocent and cute.

Nothing will ever replace that childish smile. Especially when paired with those cheerful blue eyes.

You would love to see this image longer.

Even though he is your husband, you feel like you are just with your child.

The baby in front of you is the father of your child... How strange...

But this baby in front of you is the most adorable creature in the world! You love him!

You've never seen any photos from when Satoru was little! And now you were given the opportunity to see him as he was. And he was so sweet!

"Who's hungry, honey~?" You hummed as you picked him up. You kissed his little forehead to feel his little hands grab the shirt on your chest. "Oh god, no. I won't breastfeed my husband!"

You said to yourself as your thoughts started to go in the wrong direction. What kind of feeling is it? You'll have to wait a few months to find out. You cannot breastfeed your husband! He's just a baby for the next few hours! You have to give him normal milk or some fruit puree! Yogurt! He always ate it!

Running to the kitchen as fast as your load would allow you, you found a tub of yogurt (because Satoru likes it)

As you handed it to him, your mind paused for a moment.

Can't children eat something straight from the fridge?

But before you could take it from him, his greedy little mouth was eating the sweet strawberry yogurt.

His hands held it as he looked at you with wide eyes.

You love the look of it. You really love how your husband looks as a little kid. Besides, you think he has some awareness of it. There's a reason he knew what you were giving him to eat. And what other baby would grab your breasts? Well... It could have been a coincidence but still...

And also, he was happy to see you.

This makes your husband, even as a baby, self-aware.

Sitting on the couch with him, you thought about what it would look like later. He will remember this.

This is where I show you that your maternal instinct has already come through so much during pregnancy. You've had your baby for a while and you already love him so much.

Maybe it's because he's your husband?

But you definitely love this baby.

You stroked his adorable face as he looked at you, sucking on the yogurt wrapper inside.

He's so adorable!

Burping quietly, he handed you the almost empty bag of food that was delicious for him and he suddenly yawned.

This was even more adorable!!!

He didn't even have teeth! And that adorable sound when he opened his little mouth!

You wanted to hug him and keep hugging him!

This white-haired toddler is a miracle baby!

Even though you miss your husband as a grown man, you love this little one in your arms! He is so wonderful and perfect!

That white fluffy hair that you want to stroke endlessly! Those sparkling eyes!

You easily laid in bed with the baby on your chest, one hand rubbing your belly.

His little legs and arms lay softly on top of you in a folded position. The side of his head pressed against you as he fell asleep very quickly.

You want such a little baby so much now...

Baby Gojo Satoru. Such a sweet and beautiful baby.

When you woke up, the baby was no longer next to you. Your naked husband was lying next to you, caressing your belly with his large hands.

You don't know if you can choose between baby Gojo Satoru or adult Gojo Satoru.

The little one is so cute and innocent.

An adult can also be charming and lovable.

The only difference is their size.

Because your husband is a big baby in your hands whenever he can.

Trying to ignore his unclothed nakedness, you placed your hands on his cheeks, kissing him lightly.

"I want our baby to look just like you."

White fluffy hair, big blue eyes. Soft long eyelashes all around.

You will be happy to have your husband and Baby Satoru at the same time.

#gojo satoru #jjk x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo #jujutsu kaisen

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suskz · 5 months ago

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bro I'm the biggest nerd emoji I've ever met so I loved what you wrote w chan and nerd!reader... do you think you could do it w changbin my bias??? I need his muscles pinning me down to the bed i swear... ty your writing is so yummy and perfect food 🤤

My little lucky charm

pairing: Jock!Changbin x Nerd!fem!Reader

t/w: smut ; piv sex ; unprotected sex (don’t do that kids) ; coming untouched ; size kink ; submissive reader ; a lil’ bit of dirty talk ; use of pet names (baby, bunny).

w/c: 1.9k

a/n: decided to combine those two together. Hope you like it! ^^

It’s only when he stands in front of you that you notice his presence in the house. You didn’t hear him come in, with the volume of your headphones turned up.

You startle a bit but quickly dismiss the surprise, returning your gaze to the TV screen.

“Hi baby,” you pout your lips seeking a kiss which he doesn’t refuse. You take one side of the headphones off, “Sorry I’m not looking at you, can you wait til I finish this game?”

“It’s okay, baby.” he reassures you, settling down behind you on the couch, placing you between his legs.

“How was practice?”

“As usual, but the coach took it a bit easier on us this time.”

“Oh, that’s fortunate!”

It’s not fortunate, it’s just practice before a match. And you should remember what usually comes before one of his matches, and he would like to remind you, but he’d feel selfish interrupting you, so he just sits quietly.

—

He moves his eyes from the phone to you when you curse once again at the video game. He looks at you for a few seconds and then glances at the clock.

He silently complains about how quickly time is passing and goes back to watching the video on his phone. He doesn't want to disturb you; he knows how important it is for you to win that battle in the video game and he doesn't want to interrupt your gaming night. But you're taking a really long time.

And he knows how long these gaming nights of yours can be. He doesn't want to go to sleep after 2 a.m.; he needs to be awake tomorrow.

He turns off his phone and sets it down next to him. He can't talk to you because you're wearing headphones and wouldn't hear him, so he places his hands on your hips and you jump slightly between his legs at the sudden contact.

"You scared me, babe." You chuckle and move the side of the headset without the microphone away from your ear. "Felix, Felix, you've got it, you've got it!" You almost shout to your friend on the microphone, but then a sigh escapes your lips as you feel your boyfriend's lips gently kissing the back of your neck. But not innocently. The kisses are wet and long, sometimes lightly sucking the skin.

And you start to grasp the situation.

"Fuck! I'm about to die!"

"Get to safety! I'm coming to help!" Felix says from the other end as his character runs toward yours.

"What are you trying to do?" You whisper to Changbin as you wait, turning your head to look at him.

"I know you know." He responds in a slightly pouty voice.

And it's at this moment that you remember. He has an important match tomorrow.

That’s why at the end of the game —naturally won— you say goodbye to your friend, ready to log off from the game.

“Go fuck your man.” He responds and your cheeks flush violently. “And tell him I said hi! Bye, Y/nnie!” He says, and before you can say anything, he exits the game.

“Why are you so red?” Changbin innocently asks you, and fuck, how much you just want to smash your lips against his to wipe that childlike expression off his face.

You don’t need to though, because he’s the first to unite your lips in a needy kiss. His tongue requests access to your mouth and you immediately part them to let him in.

It’s between heavy breaths, steady hands on hips and in hair that you stop, but only to undress.

And he doesn’t know if it’s from that time when you playfully measured arms with the other guys and he saw how small yours is compared to his, or from those comments you make about the size of his muscles compared to your body, or because right now your body seems to shrink when the loose clothing you were wearing is removed from it.

But what he does know is that his cock twitches at the sight.

You glance down to where it rests on your thigh, already half-hard, and smirk, a light blush covering your cheeks, “What was that for?”

His cheeks flush and he can’t bring himself to tell you, “You’re sexy.” He says instead, caressing your thighs with both hands, tracing your stretch marks with his fingertips. It’s not a lie though, you really are sexy.

But you know what it’s really for. You’ve noticed it for a while now, seeing it in the way his eyes fixate on you so intensely every time he lifts you up, emphasizing how small you seem in his strong arms, and in how every time he craves to have your hands on his chest, making them seem so small and his chest even bigger, and in how he squeezes his legs together every time you point it out.

You get up but only to sit on his lap. His hands don’t stop caressing you, reaching up to your ass, while your faces are so close they almost touch —your lips almost brushing.

“You’ll have to give me a good luck wish for tomorrow.” He smiles against your lips.

“Good luck.” You say cheekily.

“You are my luck.” He captures your lips again with his.

That’s right. It has become a habit; every night before a game he has sex with you, and every time the day after the game ends well. It has become a kind of good luck charm.

When he feels you shift, he interrupts the kiss. You sit on his lap now with your legs in front of you, knees bent upward with your pussy on display, placing a hand on his leg behind you to try to balance yourself.

You take his hard cock in your hand, watching the muscles of his abdomen tense and immediately relax, and you move it so it can hit your pussy, its tip right on your clit, eliciting a slight moan from both of you.

You slide it up and down, moving your hips, “Your cock is so thick, always stretches me so well.” You guide its tip to your entrance and tease him by moving it in and out a couple of times.

He groans, “Come on, put it in.” His breath is shaky and muscles tense, waiting for you to do something.

And there’s no need to be told twice. You let him in just like this, in this position, keeping your legs wide open so he can see clearly how he’s being sucked into your wet hole.

And he practically throbs with his eyes fixed on that spot as he feels the tight stretch his cock makes in your cunt.

“Mhh, tight pussy.”

And you move like that, legs spread wide, grinding on his lap, moving back and forth.

“Think you can take more?” He looks up at you. Yes, you can, but it’s always fun to play a bit.

“Yeah, but- you’re so big, you know how it ends.” you pout as you say the last words.

“I know you can do it, you’re my good girl.” He encourages you, “My pretty princess can do everything, can’t she?”

And he knows how it will end, you both know it, that’s why he talks to you like that. It doesn’t take long, in fact, before your legs start trembling and you feel a burning sensation spreading through them from the effort. It’s difficult to ride him with his thick thighs between your legs, forcing you to spread them so far.

Your pace falters and a frustrated huff leaves your lips. Changbin’s eyes settle on your face and he smiles.

“Aw bunny, everything okay?” He asks you, feigning concern, stroking your side where his hand was gripping tightly just a moment ago.

And you know he’s just pretending, because you know well how much he gets off on watching you struggle like this to take him.

A whimper escapes your lips.

“Aw, is it too big for you to take?” He fake pouts, not expecting an actual response from you. “Want me to help you, baby?” You quickly nod at his words.

And he doesn’t need to be told twice. His arms rest on your back and he reverses your positions without pulling out.

“Let me take care of you now, I’ll make you feel real good.”

And he does, so much so that your nails are now digging into the flesh of his biceps as he pounds into you, seeking the perfect angle to hit your most sensitive spot and make you come untouched on his cock.

You’ve told him so many times that these nights are for him, not for you, and that the focus should be on him, but he still wants to do his best for you to make you feel as good as possible.

His hands grab your arms, detaching them from his muscles and holding them steady from the wrists at the sides of your head.

“I know you really love my muscles,” he grins proudly, “And you love when I use them to hold you down like this, don’t you?”

You do, you both enjoy it. He loves seeing you so helpless beneath him, moans and gasps the only things you can manage to utter. And you love knowing you can’t do anything to free yourself because he’s too strong for you, and that you are completely at his mercy, for him to do whatever he wants with you.

“Bin, deeper, please,” you plead, “Spread me w-wider, however you want, I wan-wanna take all of you, want- to make you feel good.”

He groans at your words, at how desperately you want him to do whatever he pleases with you, “You’re too good to me, bunny.”

His arms move so that they end up under your knees, and his hands return to hold yours steady just as they were before.

It’s obscene. Almost humiliating for you, the way you completely surrender to him and how easily he has control over your body.

A lewd moan escapes his lips, finding himself balls-deep inside you.

“Bin, keep going, please don’t stop.”

“Are you- are you going to come?” He asks, and he’s close, you can clearly tell from his tense tone.

“I’m- I’m almost there.” You want to use a hand to reach between your bodies and touch yourself, to give yourself that last push to climax, but you remember you’re restrained when you try to move it. “B-Binnie, please, can you let go? I need-” your words are interrupted by a surprised moan as his hips give a sudden, stronger thrust.

“No, you don’t,” he asserts, “I can make you come like this too, I-I want to make you come like this.”

He’s done it before and knows how to do it, it’s just challenging, especially with how close he is now.

But oh, he manages it and does it really well.

Your body trembles as he rides you through your high and follows shortly after, pulling out of you and vigorously stroking himself, painting your cunt with white ropes.

Only a few minutes later, you’re lying in bed, cuddled together under the warm covers, his arms wrapped around your body.

“After this, I’m sure we’ll win tomorrow.” He says confidently.

“A good night of sex is just what gets you pumped, huh?” You laugh teasingly.

“Actually, it’s you who gets me pumped,” a smirk forms on his lips at your sweet laughter, “You’re my little lucky charm.”

#changbin x reader #changbin fanfic #changbin smut #changbin x reader smut #changbin hard thoughts #stray kids changbin #seo changbin #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids hard thoughts #asks ♡#anonnie <3

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 1 year ago

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can you write something w vessel praising reader like super lovey sex 🥺

❝sweet little bunny❞

➵ “you’re doing so good for me” —❤︎

pairing: vessel x gn!reader

theme: smut ❣︎

a/n: ofc i can ♡︎ the vessel stans have really flocked to my page now huh? hope you enjoy !!

cw: penetration. pet names. praise kink. no gendered language for reader’s body.

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oh my god, fluffy sex with vessel??? yes please holy shit??

this man is intimidating as fuck, but goddamn can he be an absolute sweetheart in the sheets

whenever he’s in the mood for something more vanilla, he’s a lot more quiet

short breaths and gasps, letting out long, deep sighs when he cums, whispering your name like a sacred prayer whenever he’s close to climaxing

goddamn this man sounds heavenly when he’s making you feel good

vessel’s voice is also a lot more soothing, with a twinge of poetic flair to his words whenever he’s praising you

always being so gentle with you <33 we love to see it

he always puts your pleasure first too. drilling his cock into you in such a sensual manner that has you seeing stars

and you can still feel the intimacy and affection from him, it’s such a surreal experience

“that’s it, baby. you’re taking me so well…”

you could only softly whine as you felt vessel’s hard shaft move deep inside of you. his movements were slow and sensual, but his rhythm had you on edge, and writhing underneath his grasp, begging for more.

“there… i got you.. fuck you look so good like this, taking my cock like the good little bunny you are.” he hissed out in pure euphoria, his hips pistoning inside of your hole in a way that had you seeing stars.

your wrists were being held tightly to the mattress by vessel, and you could only squirm in a lustrous need as he moved inside you. “vess… vess please..”

“shhh, it’s okay… i’m right here..” vessel whispered in a reassuring manner, dipping his head between the space in your neck to affectionately nip at your soft skin, leaving love marks as he trailed down.

his hands moved from your wrists to your hands, his fingers interlocking with yours, squeezing your hands with a loving grasp.

that simple action was enough to make you whimper in pure ecstasy, it was almost enough to distract you from how his dick was buried deep within your love canal.

vessel lived for this kind of pleasure.

this was the kind of love he loved to give to you.

he wouldn’t be this affectionate and attentive to anyone else but you. if it were anyone else, he couldn’t give less of a damn… but you… oh you were just a different story.

your presence was just so captivating, entrancing vessel in a dreamlike state every time he made love to you. you were his drug, so sweet and addicting.

and he was going to show that to you no matter what.

“shit, baby. you’re so tight around me… fuck.. i love it so much..” he moaned softly into your neck, his hips moving slightly faster. “i love you so much.”

his sweet words had you moaning like crazy. you couldn’t help it, the way he spoke to you like you were some kind of ancient deity was enough to get your legs shaking.

“f-fuck… vessel.. please..”

“please what, honey? tell me… tell me what you want.”

looking through the slits of vessel’s artistic mask, you could see nothing but pure love and lust clouding his eyes, and that just made the arousal in your core grow stronger.

“please.. harder..” you begged breathlessly, voice barely above a whisper.

vessel cursed silently at your words, and his hips rolled into you slowly, hitting a spot that had your legs spasming.

he smiled softly, and bent down to capture your lips in a loving kiss, before whispering. “of course, darling.”

and he moved even faster.

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winterrrnight · 1 year ago

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I'll be there for you

PAIRING: zach maclaren x gn!reader

SUMMARY: on your way to be broken up with (unknowing to you), you bump into a blue eyed boy who becomes your saviour after the break up.

WARNINGS: break up, heartbreak

EDITH SPEAKS: zach maclaren is what I have always imagined soft!rafe to be like. You don't know how big of a win it is for me (and for all the people who are obsessed w soft!rafe). zach is a sweetie and i NEED to write fics for him, so here you go!! it's my first fic for him as per the poll 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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You speed up your jogging, and try to simultaneously avoid all sorts of puddles. It's been raining heavily and you almost had an accident with your car as you accidentally drove into a huge pothole. It's at the repair shop, and you're stuck with walking as your medium of transportation.

Your partner asked you to meet up with them at a local coffee shop, and it's been almost 20 minutes since the time you were actually supposed to be there. You forgot to charge your phone so you're just carrying a dead device with you, and you have no way of informing them about you being late.

As you're jogging (which has now become sprinting, accompanied with your heavy breathes) you find yourself getting mesmerised by a new shop as you pass it. You watch through the window of the shop whilst running, and the decore inside intrigues you deeply as you make a mental note to visit the shop on your way back.

Just as you direct your attention to the road, you find yourself almost running into a huge puddle of water. Your reflexes act up as you suddenly swerve to the left, and with such a late response, you end up crashing into someone.

"Ow!" You say, as you and the unknown person both groan. In the heat of the moment, the other person has their arms wrapped around you to prevent you from falling (or from keeping themselves from falling) and you clasp onto their arms as you both steady yourself.

As you regain focus and look up at the person, you see the most beautiful pair of blue eyes looking at you back, and a mop of hair which looks as soft as bunny ears.

You forget what happened just a second before as you find yourself so mesmerised by this person in front of you. The world around you has seemed to stop spinning, and it feels like you and this person are the only people on this planet.

"Are you okay?"

The most musical voice enters your ears, and you think you haven't seen a person this perfect before.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay, are you okay? I'm so sorry I just full on slammed into you," you laugh, as the person takes their hands off your arms and you do too. You had forgotten you both were holding each other.

"Yes, I'm fine. You look worried and distracted, is everything alright?"

"Uh yes, it's all good," you smile at the stranger. His kindness has warmed your heart.

You suddenly remember you are on your way to meet your partner. You look at your wrist watch to see you're now over 30 minutes late.

"Oh shit I gotta go," you say, starting to run again.

"Be careful!" You hear him call out behind you. You lightly laugh at his words as you run, and pick up speed but this time keeping yourself focused.

You quickly reach the coffee shop and enter inside, the bells jingling just like they always do. You look at the corner to see them sitting there with their eyes buried in their phone. You rush up to them and give them a quick kiss on their cheek before sitting opposite to them.

"I'm so so sorry I'm late, my car is at the shop and I had to run and on the way I almost-"

"It's okay," they say, taking a sip of the coffee they ordered for themselves. There's nothing on the table for you, when you know they are fully aware what you love to drink from here.

Ignoring that, you just nod and look outside the window.

"Listen, I want to talk about something really important," they say, regaining your focus.

"Yeah?"

"This," they say, gesturing to the both of you, "this isn't working out anymore. I'm pretty sure you've noticed how we've grown apart and have been basically living two separate lives since a few months now. I, I want to break up with you."

You watch them with your eyes widened and your heart loud in your chest.

No doubt you have felt the lack of love between you two, but you've made some beautiful memories with them and to think it all ends here now, does make you sad.

"Oh," you whisper, not knowing what else to really say.

"I'm also moving away next week, and I might as well start to live there permanently," they add, and you just look at them with disbelief. They're moving away and this is the moment they thought is the perfect one to break this news to you?

"I have absolutely loved being with you all this time, but I think it's now time we separate and do our own thing." They take the last sip of their coffee and get up from their chair. "I wish you the best for your life." They smile at you and leave the coffee shop, you left all alone at the table.

It takes you a few minutes to process what has happened, and how you've been broken up with in such a horrific way. You stay seated with your eyes focused on your hands in your lap, as you turn their words in your mind over and over.

You take in a deep breathe and get up from your chair, and leave the coffee shop. You walk slowly back to your home, you hands stuffed in the pockets of your jacket as you try to distract yourself by kicking the stones on your path.

You are nearing the shop you wanted to visit, and just before that, you spot a familiar face sitting on a bench. He sees you and gives you a smile as he gets up from the bench.

"You look so sad," the blue eyed boy says.

"Well, I did just get broken up with," you say with a laugh, but nothing was funny about this situation.

"Oh my," he gasps, "I'm so sorry," he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in a hug.

Should you be hugging someone who's name you don't even know?

Probably not, but you are in a desparate need for closure.

And this person really knows how to hug.

"You'll be fine," he says. "It wasn't meant to be, because if it was, you wouldn't be broken up with right now. It may take some time for you to realise it, but I promise you, it happened for the best."

Your lips upturn into a small smile. "We fell out of love a long time ago, I don't know why I'm clinging onto something which practically ended so long ago."

"I think it's because they did make you feel things, and you're just missing all the good times. And that's totally normal. But there's someone out there who'll keep you so much more happy."

You suddenly pull him into a another hug, and you hear him giggle as he hugs you back. This is the best thing that has happened to you all day.

"Thank you for that," you whisper. He simply smiles at you and nods.

You look around and your eyes land at the shop which attracted you deeply.

You only live once, right?

"If you aren't busy right now, would you like to check out that shop with me?" You ask, pointing to it. He turns around to look at where you're pointing.

"I would love to," he smiles, and it's like you've already forgotten about the heartbreak you were experiencing a few minutes ago.

He was right; it was never meant to be and there's someone who's going to keep you so much more happy.

And that someone is him.

Zach Maclaren, the boy who you fell in love with because he provided you support when you thought you would crumble apart.

The boy who showed you happiness in forms you didn't know you could feel.

The boy who loved you with his last breathe.

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kazutora-kurokawa · 7 months ago

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Valhalla! Hanma and rival gang! Reader secretly hooking up as their gangs are on the brink of a literal brawl plsplsplspls

Valhalla!Hanma x Rival Gang Member!Reader

♡ NSFW, fem reader, fingering, rough sex, pet names, fucking while on the phone (w/ Kisaki), set in an au where Valhalla doesn't fight Toman and becomes a successful gang on its own ♡

note: anonnnnnn 😮‍💨 this idea had me gone (sorry it took me a minute I was procrastinating lol, I still have like 3 other requests to do and I have a life outside of writing so yeah 🥲)

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You were supposed to be in a gang meeting, getting briefed on the upcoming brawl between your gang and Valhalla. But you found a much better way to spend your time, and that was bent over the kitchen counter of Hanma's apartment. His long, thick fingers plunging in and out of your pussy as you came for the third time. He chuckled at the way you clenched around his fingers and bent down to whisper in your ear.

“You look so cute when you're cumming f'me bunny~”

Just as he was slipping his fingers out, ready to replace them with his dick, his phone rang. He picked it up and it was Kisaki, cursing him out for being late to their meeting.

“Yo Kisaki, I was just on my way…Just...a little preoccupied right now...”

Hanma's hand slid over your mouth to muffle your moans as he rammed into you. The squelching noises coming from your soaked cunt were very apparent over the phone. It took Kisaki a moment to register what was going on but his voice took on a disgusted tone.

“Hanma, are you serious? We're supposed to be strategizing and you're out fucking around? Literally!”

“Relax, we're gonna win anyway. Stop stressing and being a cockblock man ♡”

“Cockblock? Hanma if you don't bring your lanky ass to this meeting, I'll make sure you never fuck again.”

Hanma sighed in annoyance.

“Okay okay, I'll be there soon.”

He hung up the phone, returning all his attention to your body.

“Sorry darling, I'll have to rush a bit. Y'know how Kisaki is, plus you gotta get to your meeting too, right?”

Hanma smirked as you mumbled a response, he knew you were in no shape to go to that meeting, you were practically fucked dumbed. His hips slapped against your ass as he drilled into your cunt relentlessly. You couldn't care less about your meeting or the rest of your gang right now. All that mattered was Hanma's dick wrecking your guts.

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#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #hanma x reader #hanma smut #tokyo revengers fanfiction #hanma is soooo 😫 words just can't describe him #I need two of this man but I know I wouldn't be able to handle that lmao 😭

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bunnyywritings · 6 months ago

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lazy morning with the salary man & honey bunny

NANAMI KENTO x F!READER

[a/n: day 1 of my b-day special event is here! i apologize if it’s a bit underwhelming…i feel like I’m still getting a hold of writing smut so i really hope this is okay!! i proofread like a billion times so I hope there are no spelling mistakes or whatever…also just a huge PSA for these fics, i am very much a mid/plus size woman who goes to the gym daily, when i use the term “little” it in no way refers to body type or size of anything, it’s more like a condescending/degradation thing…so yeah <3]

wc: 3.3k words

warnings: somnophilia, cuddle-fucking, thigh job, mirror sex, cow girl…y’all it’s basically porn with no plot, no use of y/n, reader’s screen name is bunny (sorry not sorry), reader is also called: sweetheart, love, good girl, honey, baby

You had woken up early to get your room set up how you wanted so you two could just jump into it and as soon as you heard the knock on your door, it made you extra giddy. He would’ve found it amusing to see you tripping yourself up just to let him in the door.

And once you did, oh boy…the sight had you shifting from leg to leg, attempting to be subtle about squeezing your thighs together.

Kento was usually a put together guy. Handsome, well coordinated suits for work. Loose trousers and a button up, no tie when he was attempting to be more casual, even an occasional t-shirt and jeans to be really casual but you’ve never seen him this dressed down. A mouthwatering pair of gray sweat shorts and a deep green pullover that had a few bleach stains and looked well worn.

He hadn’t even noticed your lack of greeting because he was too busy running his eyes up and down your body. He was used to seeing your different get ups for your account and just casually as friends. He’s seen you in costumes, in your casual clothes, lingerie, cute silky pajamas but this, this was different. You were barefaced, wearing an oversized t-shirt that had a few stains you could never get out, boxers you wore as sleep shorts, and cute bunny slippers that a fan had sent you.

“Hi sweetheart…” He muttered, finally catching the blush on your cheeks and the dazed look in your eye.

“H-Hi Ken, c-come in.” You took a deep breath as he walked past, his cologne lingering as you shut the door. “D’you want anything to drink?”

“I’m okay, thank you.” You nodded, nervously biting the inside of your cheek as you approached him, having to tilt your head back a bit to get a good look. “So did you have a script or anything for me?”

You opened your mouth to respond but you stuttered when he gripped your chin, thumb caressing just below your bottom lip. “U-hm uh script? N-No, I thought w-we’d improvise…I hope that’s okay?”

His honeyed eyes softened, shifting between yours before he dipped down and delicately pressed his lips against yours, “That’s alright with me, show me where you want me.” His voice vibrated against your plush skin, the ticklish feeling making you squirm the slightest bit.

As the cameras rolled, you and Kento were snuggled up together underneath your pink duvet, legs tangled together with one thrown over hips. He was shifting around, eyes fluttering open as he “woke up.” A sleepy groan rumbled from his chest as he started to press featherlight kisses to every patch of exposed skin he could reach.

“My sweet bunny…” He mused, sighing wistfully. Peeling back the duvet, he gently removed your leg from where it was draped and positioned your legs wide enough to fit himself in between them and then doing so, his hands planting themselves by your temples for stability but before he could continue, your eyes snapped open. A sharp pain through your scalp makes you yelp in discomfort.

“Ow! Ah, Ken! My hair!” You laughed in disbelief as his face contorted in a quick panic before realizing that he was, in fact, trapping your hair under his palm.

“Oh! Sorry, sorry…”He chuckled in matching disbelief, moving his hand so you could shift over, moving your hair out of his way. “M’sorry love.” Your lashes fluttered bashfully as he pecked your nose. “Close your eyes, you’re supposed to be asleep.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He continued again. Kissing from your neck, down your torso and lifting your shirt. He breathed a subtle laugh at the way your muscles twitched as his breath grazed your skin before pressing a kiss just below your naval.

Your resolve was running thin. How could you possibly continue to pretend to be asleep with his teasing? Ever the observant one, he could see how your squirming became a lot more noticeable.

Cheekily placing another kiss to your sensitive skin before finally pulling off your shorts a little roughly, your cue.

“Kento?” You sleepily murmured, hand blindly reaching out and pushing his soft, blonde locks from his forehead. His heart swelled, you were so sweet. So intoxicating. So lovely. And just for today, you were his. All his.

“Good morning sweetheart…” Finally pulling your shorts off, his breath hitched when he was met with the sight of your wet folds unobscured by any pesky fabric. “So naughty, hmm?” He teased. “Going to bed with no panties.”

He pushed your legs further apart, cupping underneath your thighs to hold them steady and spreading you open with his thumbs. “So pretty.”

What had caught you off guard was him leaning forward and inhaling your scent. A startled moan leaving you when his nose met your aching clit. He just chuckled and licked a bold stripe up your slit. “Just relax for me.”

You wanted to laugh. Relax? When his lips were wrapped around your pulsing clit, sucking messily. Impossible. “Oh my-” You choked out a whine at the spine-tingling sensation, his tongue flattening as he began to move his head side to side.

As much of a put together gentleman he liked to portray, Kento was a messy eater. The wet, squelching noises were almost too much for you. Your cheeks turning an embarrassing red at the lewdness of it all.

Kento could feel how you attempted to squirm away, your quiet and desperate cries stroking his pride. Your entrance was clenching around nothing and your throbbing heat was enough for him to realize that you were quickly reaching your high. Your knees met in an attempt to snap your legs shut at the overwhelming pleasure but his broad shoulders and firm grip was enough to keep them open. “You gonna cum for me, bunny?”

“Yes! Yes Ken…p-please! I’m gonna-” You were desperately grinding against his tongue.

And before the coil could snap, he pulled himself away with a vulgar pop!

Your heart dropped in disappointment, a displeased whine leaving your throat. Once again, he spread your lips with his thumbs mesmerized by your sticky cunt. He could just imagine how easily you’d suck him in, your warm and wet walls accommodating his length but he was frustratingly patient.

He looked up at you and smiled at your clear disappointment, a prominent pout pulling your lips down. He sat up on his heels, gripping the edge of your t-shirt and pulling it off of you. “Mmm so pretty…” He whispered, almost to himself, his hands gripping your waist and running across your warm skin. Despite this having been a planned affair, you still seemed so sleepy. So soft and pliant underneath him, it made his heart race. “So soft, all for me. Hmm?”

The reverence in his voice and his touch made you extra bashful. Your stomach doing somersaults as you looked away from his burning gaze. He took a moment to admire you, your breaths became heavier with anticipation, the wonderfully red hue of your cheeks and the tips of your ears, the way your hips squirmed, desperate for him. For his touch. He cooed as a small gasp left your lips, one of his hands cupping your breast. The pad of his thumb grazing over the pert nipple. He kissed beneath your jaw and gave your nipple a teasing pinch before stepping off the bed.

You sat up slightly and watched as he peeled his sweatshirt off, mouth watering once he kicked off his shorts and boxers. His cock on full display against his lower abdomen, tip a pretty pink and leaking precum. “Lay on your side for me, bunny.” He could almost laugh at how distracted you were as his hand gripped the base of his shaft before stroking up and down a few times, thumb twisting over his sensitive head. “Come on, be a good girl for me. Lay on your side.” The slightly firmer tone he had taken was enough to shake you from your stupor. Doing what you're told and laying on your side, your eyes widened when you were met with both the camera and your full length mirror.

You watched him climb back into the bed right behind you, his body warm against your back. “Scoot back just a little bit, honey.” His breath tickled the shell of your ear as his left arm wrapped around your midsection to help you shift backwards so your skin was flush with his. His other arm snug beneath your head.

Both your eyes met through the mirror. “Hi.” He smiled gently as you shyly echoed the sentiment back, mirth filled his eyes as he skimmed his hand down your stomach and to your thigh, your muscles jumping beneath your skin. You bit your lip as you watched his fingertips tease your inner thigh, edging closer to where you wanted his touch the most before moving back to your thigh.

“Please, Kento…” You begged so prettily, he yearned to pull more from you.

“Patience, bunny. Patience.” He tutted, finally gripping your thigh and prying your legs apart. “Keep that leg up, f’me…” He muttered, reaching between the two of you and taking a hold of his throbbing cock, hissing at his own touch. You were making him so unbelievably aroused, his will was starting to wear thin.

You were starting to become impatient, your interrupted climax from before wasn’t helping the feeling of desperation. He tapped his weeping tip against your clit, the wet plap! and the weight of him was enough to make you dizzy. He let his length rest against your wet cunt as he cupped the backside of your knee to keep your leg up. “All wet just for me…” He rutted his hips against you, a groan leaving his lips as he started a steady pace, just rubbing against you. The back and forth against your clit was enough to make your jaw drop in a silent scream. “My sweet bunny, who’s pretty cunt is this? Hmm?”

“Y-Yours! Oh my god- s’all yours Ken! Feels so good…”

“Maybe I should just do this, hmm? Make you cum without even properly fucking you.” He increased his pace steadily, your bed creaking quietly with the force of his movements.

“No! No Kento, please! Please I want- ahh!” The pleasure was clouding your mind as he started to glide so smoothly against you.

“What do you want? What does my whiny baby want?”

“F-fuck! I wan…want you to fuck m-me Ken! Please, need your cock!”

He chuckled darkly against your neck, “Since you asked so nicely…cum and I’ll give you what you want. Come on, be a good girl and cum.” He dropped your leg, a choked moan leaving his throat as you instinctively squeezed your thighs shut. His breathing got heavier and heavier, breathy moans steadily leaving him, your plush thighs and the wet heat that he was rutting into was slowly making his brain melt.

“You feel so good baby, fuuuck! You’re gonna make me cum…so warm and-and wet, shit- love this pussy.” He could feel your thighs twitch, the steady pulse between your legs giving you away. “Come on, cum for me…” His command was followed by just that, whines leaving you as you started to grind against him, your release making you slide back easier.

“Give me your cum, please Ken…please, please, please-” He felt the coil snap as you started to babble incoherently, stilling with a final thrust as he shot thick, white ropes against your skin. The sticky feeling between your legs was intoxicating as you slumped against him completely, breaths heavy.

Kento’s hips twitched, causing him to rut against you involuntarily. “You want to keep going?” He muttered against your glistening skin.

He was still painfully hard and wanted nothing more than to bury himself in you but he would end the scene then and there if you threw in the towel.

You lifted your leg once more, watching strings of your mixed releases drip from your thighs through the mirror. Kento twitched against you, his cock basically jumping in excitement as you reached down and pressed his head tight against your overstimulated clit, grinding against his sweltering member.

“Put it in, honey. Take what’s yours.”

You didn’t need to be told twice as you shifted yourself a bit higher to line him up with your pulsing entrance. He was in a trance as he watched his reflection, eyebrows furrowing as he watched his length disappear, your walls snug around him. “S-So big, shit!” You cried, eyes snapping shut.

He was so thick, filling you up and stretching you so deliciously.

“M’not even all the way in, bunny.”

He wasn’t a cocky man by any means but if there was one thing he was highly prideful of, it’s definitely how well endowed he is.

You glanced at where the two of you connected to find that he wasn’t joking. He already felt like he was in your stomach…but he was only about half way sheathed. Taking full advantage of your distraction, Kento pulled out til just his tip was being clutched by your entrance before forcefully thrusting the rest of his length into you. He watched as your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, mouth falling into a cute o shape. “There we go.” He hummed, palm pressing down against your lower stomach, the sensation making your eyes roll back. “Feel that, m’right there. So deep…” He groaned, starting a slow and steady pace.

Quiet whimpers and moans left your throat as he rutted into you, eyes falling shut as you let yourself be consumed by pleasure.

Kento couldn’t help but think about how domestic this scene was turning out to be. Not that he minded one bit, but still. He took your lead and let himself be swallowed by the pleasure that was making his spine tingle.

Enjoying how wet and warm you were. The sun gently filtering into your room, the quiet creaking of your bed frame and your sweet noises were enough to want to lull him into sleep.

“F-fuck, Kento…m’so full a-and warm. You're making me sleepy…”

He breathily chuckled. “Yeah, would you like that? Want me to fuck you back to sleep, hmm? Use your pretty cunt while you dream?”

A particularly pitchy moan left you as you clenched down around him, his words making you so much more wet. Pussy squelching quietly between your thighs. “Mhmm, I’d let you do whatever you wanted to. Let you cum inside me, fill me up as many times as you want.”

“You spoil me, honey…fuck.”

He slid his palm down in between your clenched thighs and pressed his middle and ring fingers against your pulsing and puffy clit. The touch making your hips grind against his fingers, effectively fucking yourself back against his cock as well.

“I can’t…I’m cumming-hah ahh!” He felt your release as you twitched against him, his fingers rubbing gently circles into your bud to help you ride it out.

“Mmm that’s a good girl, ride my fingers…that’s it.” He hummed, pulling his hand from it’s place and bringing them to your lips. Watching the mirror through lidded eyes as you took them into your mouth and lazily suckled them. “Lift your leg, show off how messy my pussy is. All messy and wet for me.” You moaned against his fingers, doing as he said and lifting your leg. Pulling his fingers from your lips with a pop and pulling himself out of you.

He shifted you so he could pull his arm from underneath your head and moved to a kneeling position. He hooked your leg over his opposite shoulder, so it was diagonal across his chest as he lined himself back up.

You looked so ethereal, splayed out before him. Your beautiful breasts on full display, skin flushed, and a dazed look on your eyes. “Such a pretty girl.” He muttered, not missing the way you preened at his compliment. Watching the way your face screwed up in pleasure and struggling to keep his eyes from snapping shut when he pushed himself back into your sinful walls.

Now that his hand was free, you reached out, tenderly lacing your fingers in between his. Holding on as his slow, deep thrusts drove you to ecstasy. “Feel so good, honey…f-fuck. M’not gonna last long.”

“Please cum, cum inside me…” You whimpered. “Please Kento, cum with me.”

How could he say no to that?

So, with one hand still holding your leg against him and the other holding your hand, he continued to fuck into you. Steadily increasing his pace and absolutely loving watching you fall apart on him. Once you started to pulse around him and your hips started to twitch, he clenched his jaw. Holding his tongue as words that should not be said threatened to spill.

“Oh my god, I’m cumming! I-I’m-”

“Fucking hell…me too, I-” He groaned, stilling as he spilled everything he had into you. Balls tightening as he squeezed out every last drop.

You felt him shift and you panicked, squeezing his hand. “Don’t pull out…please?” He smiled softly at your earnestness, carefully placing your leg back down.

“Of course…” He did his best to keep himself buried in your core, laying back down and holding you close.

“Wanna take a nap like this…” You yawned.

“Okay then, that’s what we’ll do.” He was softening inside you, eyes falling shut as your warmth lulled him to sleep.

About twenty minutes later, Kento awoke as an intense pleasure racked his body. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and was met with the sight of your ass bouncing on his cock, leaning on his knees for support.

“Hah what a needy thing, so desperate for my cock that you couldn’t even wait for me to wake up.” His deep, sleep filled voice had your pussy wet.

“F-finally, you’re up-” You whimpered, not even halting your movements.

“Gonna make yourself cum already?” He teased, one hand kneading the flesh of your ass.

“Mhmm…so- m’so sensitive! Fucked me so ah! so good, Ken!” Your movements faltered, back arching as you came with a hoarse cry. He admired your body as you sat on his dick, shaking as you came down from your high.

He opened his mouth but was quickly cut off as you lifted yourself up and dropped back down onto him. “W-wait…fuck!” His toes curled at how sensitive he was, broken whimpers leaving him as you continued your, surprisingly, relentless pace. The noises coming from his throat was enough to push through the intense burning of your thighs.

“Hah bunny! You’re cunt’s squeezing me so- fuck- so damn tight! Feel fucking amazing, shit!” He gasped. “Cumming…m’gonna cum…ngh fuck me! Fuck!”

His broken whines and the overstimulation had you cumming one more time, Kento following right behind you, his thighs quivering as he weakly spurted the rest of his release into you.

Catching his breath, he sat up and pulled you into his chest. Gently pulling his cock out of you with a hiss.

Your entire body felt like jello.

He pulled you down onto the bed with him, pulling the duvet over the both of you and cradling your head into the crook of his neck. “Did so good f’me…” He whispered, placing messy kisses to your cheek, down your neck and to your shoulder. A smile pulling at his lips as your tired giggles vibrated against his skin.

“Thank you.” You pressed a few kisses to his collarbone.

His cheeks turned an embarrassing shade of pink. “Anything for you…”

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year ago

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OMG IM SO GLAD YOURE BACK. IVE BEEN DEPRAVED BRO. SOOOOOO..pervert könig or Simon with a chubby s/o 🤭🤭 I need it absolutely FILTHY (i wanna see what’s filthy in your view 😭) PLEASE AND THANK YOU? (Most likely my requests will be with chubby people cause…I can count on my fingers and toes the amount of fics that are body inclusive…aka not enough 😔)

Header Credit: @ave661

Pairing: Pervert!Simon Riley x Plus-Sized!F!Reader

Category: Pure Smut (18+)

Warnings: Male Masturbation, Panty-Stealer Simon Riley™️, Panty Sniffing, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex(M!/F!Receiving), Reverse Cowgirl, Mating Press, Cum Marking, Unprotected P in V Sex (you know the drill), Pet Names (baby, love/lovie, sweetheart, fuck bunny), Swearing, Reader's a bit of a pervert too 😳

Word Count: 3.1k+

A/N: Hello my dear! Thank you for the spicy request, I had a lot of fun writing it/making it as filthy as I could. 😏 I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Oh, fuck”. Simon uttered in a whispery groan as he furiously pumped his throbbing cock. His muscular thighs tensed as his hand shoved your dirty panties even closer to his nose, the fabric nearly suffocating him. What’s more, another dirty pair of your panties hung loosely around his hips, a small spot of your wetness still lingering in the crotch.

It wasn’t his fault he found it while he was doing laundry today. With you being away grocery shopping, he had to deal with his sudden hard-on somehow. No, it couldn’t wait-not after he took a deep, hungry whiff of your slick coating the crotch of your soft underwear.

“Fuck, baby,” Simon choked as he moved his hand even faster. The image of you bouncing on his cock in a reverse cowgirl position bombarded his already fucked-out mind: the way your cute, round ass would jiggle as he kneaded your sweet love handles. His legs shook and tensed as he curled the ridges of his fingers over the giant vein under his shaft, giving it extra attention as his balls tightened.

“(Y-Y/N),” he moaned before his jaw went slack. He thrusted his hips forward, his cock spilling rope after rope of his hot seed against your panties. Simon inhaled deeply, the sweet smell of your essence driving him further into pure bliss. Heat coursed through every inch of his body as he completely soaked your clothes with his thick cum. He rocked his hips forward a few more times, this high fading away as he caught his breath.

“Simon?”

His eyes snapped open as his heart stopped. He didn’t dare to turn around to see your face, his throat running dry as he remained still. He heard you shuffle around a bit in the threshold of the bedroom. His spend was already starting to feel cold against his hand as you slowly walked over.

“Are those my panties?” you asked with a slightly strained voice. Simon felt like his lungs were burning before he finally took a shallow breath.

“Yeah,” he simply replied as he the panties in his hand fall to the floor. He felt his hands crow clammy as he sat with his legs spread and cock softening in his hand. Simon's shoulders tensed when he felt you place a soft hand on one of them. His throat tightened as you rubbed your warm hand over his goose-bumped skin. You didn’t say anything for quite some time before sighing.

“You couldn’t wait until I got home, huh?” you murmured. Simon swallowed and nodded, his face remaining blank as he screamed internally.

“How the fuck could I? You make it damn near impossible for me to not bend you over every surface of this house. You're fuckin' gorgeous,” he replied bluntly as he finally looked into your eyes. Your jaw dropped as you clutched the bottom of your shirt.

"W-What?" you stammered. Simon sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“A gorgeous girl who leaves her freshly wet panties on top of the hamper, that is,” he muttered. Your eyes widened as you blushed furiously, making him smirk. “So...you admit it?” Simon asked as he stood up, letting your cum-stained panties fall to the ground with a soft thud. You audibly gulped as you glanced to the side.

“I-I don’t know what you're talking about,” you said as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Simon raised a brow as he took a step closer. The way you squirmed and played with your hair told him everything he needed to know. You gasped and braced the wall as he loomed over you, resting an arm just above your head.

“Such a naughty little thing,” he purred. Your breath hitched as he nipped and kissed at the sensitive spot just below your ear. Simon grinned against your skin as his hands wandered beneath your shirt, tracing over every roll and stretch mark. He kissed along your neck as he slid his hand beneath your bra and gently pinched your nipples. You released a small whimper, your eyes rolling back as he massaged your sensitive buds.

“S-Simon,” you panted as you grabbed his dark shirt. He inhaled sharply at the sound of his name as he tugged your soft nipples.

“Mmm, you have no idea how fuckin’ crazy you make me, love,” he growled into your ear. You moaned as he rubbed his hips against yours, his dick already growing hard once more. Simon felt blood pumping straight down to his cock as he heard your cute moans and pleas fall from your lips.

“Simon, please,” you whined as he smoothed his thumbs over your buds. Please. The word that always broke him. You squealed when his hands left your breasts and clasped over your waist.

“Fuck, wanna fill you up with all my cum,” he confessed with a bellowing snarl. You moaned at his words as his fingers dipped below the band of your pants. "You want that, love? Want me to make you gush with my fuckin' seed?" Simon murmured. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt his fingers being drenched in your juices.

"Y-Yes! Please fill me, Simon!” you moaned. Both of you shivered as he rubbed three digits against your wet folds.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already fuckin’ soaked,” Simon breathed. You swallowed as he rubbed his fingers back and forth against your slit, your cunt squelching at his lewd ministrations. You whined when he pulled back, his fingers glistening with your juices as he observed them.

“You wanna know what I was thinkin' of when I was soakin' your panties with my cum?” he murmured as if telling you a secret. You blinked and shook your head. He chuckled, eyes half lidded as he licked the tips of his fingers. Simon hummed at the sweet taste of your slick before swiping his tongue across his pink lips. “I was thinkin' of you riding my cock, your cute ass facin' me while I held onto your hips,” he explained before squeezing your waist.

“Just like this,” Simon whispered. He smirked when he felt you lean up to kiss him, your soft, warm lips caressing his as you hungrily devoured his mouth. Your lover backed up to the bed as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands making quick work of pulling down your sweatpants and panties.

You huffed before backing away and peeling them off of you. Simon’s eyes lit up when he saw your juicy slit, his mouth watering at the thought of his cock about to be swallowed whole by your gummy walls. You quickly tore your shirt and bra off before resting your hands on his chest.

“You still want me to ride you, Si?” you asked sweetly. He tilted his head to the side and hummed.

“I don’t just want you to ride me: I want to feel your pussy gush on my lap. I want to bend you in half…fuck, I want cover every inch of your beautiful body with my cum,” he said. Your eyes widened at his reply, fingernails nearly digging into his skin. Simon kissed your forehead.

“I just want you, (Y/N),” Simon purred in a low whisper. He nearly gasped when you pushed him onto your bed, his body bouncing on the mattress. His dark eyes were trained on you as you wrapped your hand around his semi-hard cock.

“I want you, too, more than anything,” you breathed as you squeezed the base of his cock. Simon propped himself up on his thick forearms as you slowly pumped your fist around his length. He groaned as you swiped your thumb across his slit, his body growing hotter by the second.

“Fuck, lovie-that’s it, just like that,” Simon groaned. You kissed the tip of his dick, your other hand rubbing and massaging his heavy balls as his legs shook. “Fuuuck,” he drawled as his cock grew even harder in your grasp. Simon screwed his eyes shut as you swirled your tongue around his flushed tip, your hand gliding up and down his girth at just the right pace. He grunted when he felt his dick grow hard enough, placing his hand on top of yours.

“Mind if I spoil my girl a little?” Simon asked. You swallowed and nodded. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “Get on the bed, then, love,” he murmured. You scrambled onto the bed, drawing another chuckle out of him at how quick you were to spread your legs. He eyed your pussy hungrily as he sucked on his fingers before pressing his thumb to your puffy clit. You keened and curled your toes as he gently pumped two of his digits inside your slick hole.

“Love how your pretty pussy hugs my fingers,” Simon groaned as he felt your walls clench around his thick digits. You gasped as he reached further inside and curled his fingers against your spongey g-spot. His heart skipped a beat as he pumped his fingers in and out of your tight hole, the ridges of each digit gliding along your soft walls.

He captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, not minding the taste of himself in the slightest as he swiped his tongue over yours. He tilted his head a little, capturing you in an even deeper embrace as his chest rubbed over your hard nipples. After a few more strokes, Simon pulled his fingers out, leaving your hole gaping and begging for something to fill it.

“Think you’re ready for my cock, sweetheart?” Simon asked.

“Yes,” you said breathily. He flashed a warm smile before patting both of your thighs.

“You know what to do,” he said lowly. You giggled as you crawled down the bed, your body moving side to side in a hypnotic dance as you swayed your hips. Simon groaned as you arched your back and shook your rear, your curves luring him like a Siren’s song. You continued your little dance before you hovered your hips above his. He relished in feeling your soft thighs slotting over his waist as you took hold of his shaft.

His heart pounded in his ears as you rubbed his bulbous tip along your wet folds before sliding it around your tight entrance. Your lover squeezed your love handles as you slowly sank down on his cock. His breath hitched as he felt your hole spread wide open for him with a loud squelch. He dug his fingers into your flesh as your plush walls parted with every inch you took.

“God, this pussy’s so perfect for me baby,” he swallowed thickly as he felt the tightness constrict around his twitching member. You shuddered when he finally bottomed out inside you, his plump balls resting against the sheets as his cock throbbed inside your wet cavern.

“Feel so full, Si,” you keened as you arched your back. Simon’s pupils blew up as you slowly ground your hips back and forth, the gentle motion already making his mind sink further into primal desire. He groaned as your walls fluttered around him, your ass moving back and forth against his stomach as he pawed at your hips.

“Mmm look at you-my little fuck bunny spreadin’ herself open on my cock,” Simon moaned. You yelped when he slapped your ass, his eyes mesmerized by the way it jiggled and bounced. You sucked in a sharp breath before you started to slide your hips back and forth a little faster. Simon rubbed circles against your supple hips as you massaged his cock with your warm, tight walls. His heart raced as you finally raised your hips a few inches and sank back down, the flesh of your bum rippling as it came into contact with his taut lower stomach.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Simon cursed as your slick cunt gripped his member. The beautiful sound of your flesh slapping against his filled the room.

Plap Plap Plap Plap.

“S-Simon!” you cried out his name as he started to buck his hips in time with your bouncing. He bared his gritted teeth as he felt the familiar knot wind tighter and tighter inside his belly.

“Gonna cum, lovie? Gonna soak my lap, hm?” Simon grunted with a half-lidded stare. You nodded, your movements growing more sloppy as your slick dribbled down his length and pooled against his balls. You whined when he dug his nails into your waist, his throat tightening as your walls gripped and hugged his dick.

“Come on, then: cum for me, baby,” Simon groaned. You suddenly stiffened above him before sinking back down. Your cries flooded the room as your cunt spasmed around his thick shaft, a ring of cream oozing from between your two sexes as you chanted his name. Simon’s eyes rolled back as he felt his cock being sucked against your cervix as your slick pussy pulsated.

“Good girl, such a good girl f’me,” he puffed and smoothed his hands over the crescents in your sides. You eventually rested on his lap before he suddenly raised your hips again. He groaned when his swollen cock slid out of your pussy with a slick “pop”. You turned your head, hands still gripping his thighs as you gave him a puzzled look.

“Not done with you yet,” Simon husked. You bit your lip and wiggled your hips as he spread your asscheeks apart. He sighed as he locked eyes with your puckering hole, your sweet juices coating your folds and sticking to the inside of your thighs. Your thighs shook as he leaned up and licked a bold, wet stripe up from your clit to your entrance. His eyes fluttered closed as he tasted your delectable release, drinking it as if it were the most divine ambrosia. He smacked his lips before swirling his wet tongue around your hole, drawing a melodic moan from your precious, soft lips.

"H-Honey, baby, mmm!" you babbled as Simon prodded your entrance open with is wet muscle. You squealed as he thrusted his tongue inside, flicking the tip as deep as he could. Simon gripped your asscheeks as he moved his head side to side, savoring the way your arousal flowed into his desperate mouth. He smiled against your folds before giving your pussy a sloppy kiss.

“Get on your back, lovie,” he said as he smoothed his hands over the globes of your ass. Your legs still shook as you crawled over the the pillows. He sighed at the beautiful sighed before him: puffy tummy sticking out and your thick thighs spread apart, letting your pretty, glistening cunt be on full display for him. Simon shuffled towards you before laying, his rough hands on your knees. “You still good for us to keep going?” he asked. You nodded vigorously.

“Yes,” you swallowed.

“Mmm, good,” Simon hummed. You gasped as he gently slid his hands beneath your thighs before pushing them up. Your belly and breasts shifted as he held your legs up before poking the tip of his cock against your entrance. “Gonna fill you up so much,” Simon growled before slowly pushing himself inside. “Make you leak with my cum for hours, I swear,” he panted. You mewled as he sank his heavy cock inside your pussy, your slick from your previous orgasm bubbling around his shaft. He squeezed the back of your knees as he slowly opened you up again, your velvety walls warm and soothing against his painfully hard erection.

“Shit, that’s it,” he said as he sheathed his cock fully inside you, his tip kissing your cervix. Simon panted and caught his breath before he suddenly snapped his hips back and forth.

“Fuck, Si!” you screamed as you fisted the sheets. He flared his nostrils as he watched you close your eyes.

“Eyes on me, baby. Look at me,” he grunted. You opened your eyes, tears pouring down your soft cheeks as he pistoned his dick deep inside your squelching pussy. “Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Simon groaned. “Good fucking girl,” he growled.

His balls slapped against your asshole as he thrusted fast and deep, his release right there. He breathed heavily as he continued to fold you in half, his mind melting with every glide of his cock inside your sweet cavern. A thought suddenly broke through at the last second...a filthy, primal thought.

“Fuck, baby, ‘m gonna-“ Simon choked as he felt his cock twitch and muscles seize. You cried as he pumped a few ropes inside your cunt before suddenly letting your legs fall back to the mattress. He grabbed his slick cock and pulled out.

“O-Oh my God,” you gulped as he pumped his shaft, painting your skin with his milky white cum. He licked the corner of his mouth as he shifted forward, coating your breasts with his thick, hot release. His breathing was ragged as his hips stuttered forward for the last time, the final stream of cum landing just across your hard right nipple.

Simon slowly blinked his eyes open as he held onto his softening cock. You were completely fucked out: eyes half-lidded as your cum-soaked tits rose and fell. He shuffled forward a bit more, letting the tip of his dick graze over your lip.

“Wanna clean up our little mess?” he murmured with a wry grin. You panted before sitting up, your body jiggling beneath him. You glanced up as you stuck your tongue out, lapping at your combined released on the underside of his cock. You soon enveloped your lips around his head, swirling your tongue and making him shudder.

“Mmm you know just how to do it, sweetheart,” Simon grinned as he stroked your cheek. You slowly bobbed your head up and down, your spit quickly replaces the cum coating his cock as you sank down deeper with each stroke. You gagged when you suddenly shoved your face forward, his cock bulging inside your throat before pulling back up.

You coughed a little when you released your grip on his length. He rubbed his fingertips through your hair as you gave his cock one final peck, lapping up a bead of loose cum and swallowing it down.

“Did so good f’me, my sweet girl,” Simon breathed as he let his hand fall down to caress your cheek. You gave a sheepish smile as you glanced away. He pecked your lips, tasting both of you on his tongue before he leaned back.

“Now, how about we take a nice, long shower, yeah?” he suggested with a lingering smirk. You raised a brow.

“And why would it be long, Simon?” you asked. Your lover chuckled, his eyes lighting up with mischief.

"You're just gonna have to come with me and find out," he replied.

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three tender lovers.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x reader x jake ‘hangman’ seresin.

￫ description: bob proposes a solution to jake’s remarks to the marks on bob’s back. all three of you find resolution and something else. love.

￫ word count: 6.7K.

￫ c/w: threesome, sex, blowjobs, squirting, kissing, double creampie, nipple pinching, biting, scratching, praise, minor degradation, overstimulation, hints of mean dom bob and dom jake, use of the nickname “bunny”, crying kink if you squint, sub-space, aftercare, beginnings of a poly!relationship and our boys kissin’.

￫ a/n: this is for @sushiwriterhere threesomeissance 2023 writing event! thank you so much for tagging me my love, this was so much fun to write! <3 make sure you check out the other incredible pieces! <3 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Bob up-stretched his arms and shed his undershirt from his flight suit. It practically stuck to his skin with sweat and grime from a day of flying too close to the sun. He was about to hit the showers quickly in enough time to make it back home to you.

He was never one to hang about after training. The quicker he could get in and out, the quicker he could get home to his wife. That was before he heard a loud clang of a locker from behind him, followed by a whistle.

“Damn, Baby. You’ve been in a fight with a bear or somethin’?”

Jake’s voice from behind Bob caused his eye to twitch. He turned around to face the blonde pilot with an unphased expression on his face. Jake on the other hand was wearing his million-dollar, cock sure smile. He leaned against his locker with nothing on. All he was holding was his towel, bunched up in his hand and just about covering his cock.

Bob hated how overly confident Jake could be in the showers. He also hated how he found himself always trying to get a glance.

Jake had opted to now call Bob, Baby. It all stemmed from his years-old joke of what B.O.B. stood for. Baby on Board was too long for Jake, so he was just Baby.

“How’d you get those war marks on your back, Baby?” Jake jabbed again, licking at his bottom lip.

Bob’s eyes narrowed inwards towards Jake before cooling off. He chewed at the inside of his cheek as he remembered last night with you. He wanted to tell Jake to fuck off and that his sex with you is private, and he’d never utter a word to anyone about your shared, deepest darkest fantasies.

But then he remembered your shared discussion of bringing someone else in and how you both settled on Jake as a possible option. It was only talk, but at this point, Bob bit the hand that fed him.

“I don’t know,” He shrugged. “Why don’t y’ ask my wife?”

A chorus of hollers and cheers from the other pilots in the locker room could be heard and Jake bit back a laugh.

“As if, Baby. I don’t believe you fuck that good.”

“Y’ know, Bagman, if y’ want to see, how about you fuck my wife yourself?” He slammed his locker door and stared down at Jake.

Bob couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t. It had been playful, teasing jabs at one another for years and as it went on, they became far more flirtatious on both party's accounts. The locker room went into another uproar at Bob’s quick tongue and mouthful back at the cocky pilot, but he was still holding his intense gaze.

Jake’s smile had faltered an inch, only his eyes zoned in on Bob’s. He let his tongue run alongside his cheek and puffed out his chest. He wanted Bob to call bluff so badly, to call off whatever this was, to prove Jake wrong that he hadn’t been flirting with him all these years, but Bob didn’t move an inch. Not until he flung his towel over his shoulder and headed for the showers.

He briefly heard the laughter and other remarks from the pilots before the commotion died down. As he turned on the shower, the sound of water filtering through and splashing on the tiles drowned out the rest. That was until he heard the footsteps inch closer towards him.

Out of Bob’s peripheral vision, broad shoulders and sandy blonde hair came too. He continued to pay no mind to him and let the sound of the water continue to fill the room. It ran over the thick and heavy tension that was settling in the air. Neither of them spoke a word as they lathered themselves up with soap and let the duds fall to the tiles and down the drain. Unknown to either of them, they would occasionally steal glances at the other when getting the soap out of their eyes.

Bob would watch how the droplets of water dribbled down Jake’s toned torso and caught on the soft hairs of his pubic bone.

Jake would follow the trail of veins poking through Bob’s forearms and up his biceps, watching how they flexed in time with him washing the shampoo out of his hair.

Bob reached to the small shelf holding the soap to lather himself one last time. His fingers outstretched and met another set of hands reaching for the same. They met Jake’s and through the soaking water, he felt a jolt meet his fingertips and run through his veins. He was surprised at how soft they felt, yet he knew they could control a whole aircraft. It made a shiver start in his neck and run down his spine. The warm water did nothing to hide the goosebumps that were left in its wake.

Jake looked up and caught Bob’s eyes for the first time during the shower. He swallowed thickly before croaking out, “Baby, what I said back there, I didn’t mean—”

“This Saturday. I know you’re free. Come round to ours at seven.”

Before Jake could respond to Bob’s bold response, he slammed his water off, grabbed his towel and was out of the shower.

Jake was left with his lips parted in a breathless and wordless daze. His hand was still wrapped around the soap and squeezing so tight, he didn’t realize he had destroyed the bar completely.

He couldn’t believe he was here. He’d been round to Bob’s only once before and that was only to drop some paperwork off. He hadn’t even been in his hallway, let alone his bedroom, with his wife.

Everything had been agreed upon prior. Jake came round at seven on the Saturday as agreed and you answered the door with a warm and welcoming smile.

He could never deny that Bob’s wife was beautiful. You were radiant. He offered in return a kiss to your cheek and let his large hand fall to the small of your back, bringing you in. His hand was warm and firm. You felt your heart pound a little faster through your rib cage at his touch, letting your mind wonder what his hand would feel like against your bare skin.

Jake let himself inhale your perfume that rested under your jaw and the sweet smell of shampoo in your hair. It was intoxicating to him. You were beaming at him as you greeted him politely, took his jacket and hung it up on the coat hooks in the hallway.

It was such a simple gesture, but with the combined smell of something delicious cooking through the kitchen, Jake felt safe. He had entered a warm and loving home, and it settled his nerves to whatever was about to be offered.

You ate (with Jake complimenting Bob’s cooking more times than he could count), exchanged more polite conversation and then agreed on what was to happen. You slinked up to your bedroom to shed your sundress into something else before calling your husband and his co-worker upstairs. Bob took the lead up the stairs with Jake following behind.

As he came into your bedroom and saw the sight of you, a deep rumble of appreciation left Bob’s chest with a smirk resting on his lips. “My beautiful, beautiful, wife. You look gorgeous, darlin’.”

“Thank you.” You shyly replied, feeling the heat creep up your cheeks as Jake came through the doorway and his eyes fell on you.

It was the first time he had seen you like this. So exposed, so vulnerable. You were wearing a simple oversized white shirt, one that Bob would wear with his Navy whites. It was far too torn and tattered for him to wear anymore, but it became a piece of clothing Bob would become ravenous over, especially if you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

The open shirt lay over your stiff nipples but didn’t hide the swell of your breasts. With your legs crossed as you sat on the edge of your bed, you could just about catch the soft mound of your pubic bone, but your thighs were exposed. The drape of the shirt barely covered them.

Jake swallowed thickly again and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, feeling his mouth dry up ever more. He let his heavy gaze run up and over your body and your cheeks only turned a rosier shade of pink, flushed hot. His cock twitched in his pants and it prompted him, after not saying anything for what seemed like an eternity.

“You… You look, gorgeous. Bob’s a lucky husband.” Jake half-heartedly laughed.

He was nervous.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin was nervous.

Bob had a natural-born instinct for reading people and he could tell in an instant what Jake was doing.

Truth be told, Jake had already had a couple of threesomes in his lifetime, but it had never been this intimate. It had never been with a co-worker's wife, never with someone who he had come to like, never in a safe and loving environment.

Bob let his hand fall to Jake’s back and gently ran his thumb in circles to soothe the nerves of the pilot. He smoothed his hand down his back further and gently linked his fingers with his to coax him closer to you and your bed.

Jake now stood in front of you with Bob to the side and his hand gently resting in your hair. You stayed sat and gazed up at the tall blonde with a look of lust clouding your eyes.

“Jake?” You called out his name sweetly. It was barely above a whisper but his ears turned hot at hearing you say his name so sweetly. “Can I touch you?”

Your question and now the clear sight of your breasts caused Jake’s cock to twitch again, and he breathed out a desperate, “Yes.”

You tentatively reached your hands out and let your fingers graze over his shirt, feeling the ripple of muscles underneath him. You moved over his large forearms and further up his biceps. As your hands rose higher, you eventually stood up from the bed, Bob’s hand never leaving your frame and now resting on the small of your back. It was a familiar touch that still grounded you to him, despite the situation.

Your hands ran around his shoulders and behind his neck. “You can touch me, Jake.” You quietly prompted him, now standing to his height. His hands reached out and fell to your hips. He squeezed you gently through the crisp fabric of the shirt and you let out a gasp. “Remember, you say the word and we stop this.”

He nodded, but Bob pressed his finger to Jake’s chin to turn him. “Words, baby.”

Baby.

Bob Floyd was calling Jake, baby and it ignited something so deep within him he could feel a flame lick at his stomach.

“Yes. We say the words and we stop this.” Jake corrected himself and you smiled at him with an electrified smile. He had tasted love and it tasted sweet. The flame that was licking in his stomach was burning bright and deep, and it encouraged him greatly. He felt a newfound swell of confidence burn over him and he hooked his finger under your chin and brought your lips to his.

His kiss was soft at first, letting his lips become accustomed to yours before you let out a needful whine and tugged at the soft blonde hairs at the base of his neck. You pulled him closer and he reciprocated with a harsher squeeze of your hips. They were flush against his crotch and you could feel his ever-growing bulge rub against you. The grind from you caused him to groan into the kiss and let his tongue dip between your lips and run alongside.

Both your cheeks were flush with a warm glow and Bob could feel the heat radiating off you both, as you continued to press yourself against Jake growing hotter with desire. You parted from his lips with a gasp, unable to hold back your ever-growing smile.

“Jake, Bobby,” You turned to your husband whose eyes were heavy and his pupils completely dilated black. “I need you both.”

“Of course,” Bob purred and slid his hand from your back to the base of your neck, pulling you to be millimetres from his lips. “Will you be a good girl and show our guest what your pretty little mouth can do?”

You quietly moaned and nodded, letting Bob pull at your neck and press his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Jake let out a curse of your name at seeing you bend to his touch. He was beginning to get a taste of just how dominant Bob could be and it intrigued him even further.

“Off for me and on your knees,” Bob instructed you again with a flick of his finger under your shirt. You willingly shed your shirt and let it fall to the bed. Now completely naked to Jake, he let out a wanton groan. You sank to your knees and gazed longingly upwards at the two pilots, their cocks both straining hard against their trousers and appearing prominently.

The sight was nothing like Jake had ever seen before. Your nipples were stiff and you sat obediently with your hands in your lap, awaiting your husband's next instruction. But it never came. Jake’s shoulders had rolled backwards and he was relaxed. He was adhering to the agreement that you were to do as they say. He let his fingers cradle your jaw and gently slipped his thumb between your lips. You took it into your mouth eagerly and sucked on it. The feeling of your tongue swirling around his thumb had him longing to know what it felt like on his hard cock.

“Jesus, such a sweet thing, Bobby. So good, so obedient.” Jake purred and Bob chuckled.

“There’s the Jake I had imagined in the bedroom,” Bob said lowly with a smirk.

Jake couldn’t hold back the heat that rose to his cheeks as he thought of Bob imagining him in the bedroom, but he was brought back to the present by the needy moan of you below them.

Bob shushed you gently and reassured you. “I’m sorry, darlin’. We’ve been deprivin’ you, haven’t we?” You nodded again and this time, they both let out a low chuckle.

They made quick work of unbuckling their belts and pushing the waistband of their boxers down to let their aching cocks slap against their torsos. You had always thought Bob was big, but Jake was no different. Your mouth began to salivate and you moved towards Bob, but his hand was in your hair and pulling you back with a click from his tongue.

“Nu-uh, darlin’. Guests first.”

You swallowed and looked back at Jake who was gazing down at you with his pupils blown wide with desire. He gripped the base of his cock and let his tip move past your lips tentatively. The soft feeling of your mouth wrapping just around his tip had Jake groaning. You moved your mouth further down his shaft, with Bob’s hand not letting go of your hair to steady you, but it couldn’t stop you. You wanted to feel Jake rest heavily on your tongue completely. You felt his tip nudge at your throat and a gag rumbled through your throat. Jake stumbled and his hips stuttered forward.

“Shit. Oh God, sweets. So needy for me already, hm?”

You whined around him and it vibrated off his shaft, earning another deep groan from Jake. Your eyes flicked to the side and you caught a glimpse of Bob fisting his cock heavy in his hand, his jaw set solid and his eyes trained heavily on you both, watching how your mouth took every inch of him. You wanted to put on a show for your dear and loving husband. You wanted to show him you craved this just as badly as him.

You worked your mouth up and over Jake’s thick shaft with precise strokes. Every time his swollen tip hit the back of your throat he let out another rumbled groan, earning smaller groans from Bob. Your tongue was laying flat underneath his base and it allowed Bob to gently start rocking your head for himself, letting Jake fuck your throat, his hips rocking into you.

Another handful of movements from Bob came before he was getting antsy. “C’ere, sweetheart.” He purred and moved your head off Jake to place your swollen lips around his shaft. You sunk easily, knowing every inch and vein like the back of your hand. Your nose brushed against Bob’s brown curls at his base as he rocked into your mouth. You gazed up at your husband with tears starting to prick the corners of your eyes from your throat being fucked so consistently. Bob’s jaw was still set firm as he revelled in the familiar feeling of his wife’s mouth, letting out deep moans and hissing when his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly.

But Jake was beginning to get cocky.

“I thought we were doing this so I could fuck your wife stupid. Earn those bear marks of yours.” Jake drawled out with a smug tone before reaching for your hair and pulling you off Bob, leaving him snarling from the loss of contact so suddenly. A pitiful whine left your lips with a string of saliva still connecting to your husband's tip. As you swallowed back around Jake’s cock you began to bounce gently on your knees, your bare cunt trying to find friction from the air as desperation began to make you clench around nothing.

Bob let out a chuckle as he saw you hump the air pathetically. “I don’t think y’ need to wait much longer.” He pulled you off Jake once more and cradled your jaw to let you gaze upwards. “Do y’ want to be fucked now, Bunny? You’ve been so good for me and your guests.”

“Please, please, please. I’ve been so good.” You pouted slightly, your eyes pleading desperately with your husband. He hummed in pleasant agreement and reached down to pick you up gently, laying you on the bed as if you were fragile porcelain.

By this time Jake was already stripping himself off his clothes and Bob followed in tandem. Although your mouth was just full of heavy saliva, your throat dried up and your breathing quickened as you caught sight of the two naked pilots. Bob’s beauty was always intoxicating and dizzying to you and you found Jake giving you the same effect.

You counted your lucky stars of your current situation and your husband found himself doing the same. He had seen Jake naked too many times for him to count, but this was different. His eyes were heavy with desire, and his cheeks and chest were flushed with the most beautiful rosy pink. He had never noticed how blonde the soft curls were on his pubic bone, as his cock was pressed against his tone torso, although he’d caught sight of them constantly in the showers. They replicated how his hair was dusty and sun-kissed blonde, already becoming ruffled from Jake running his hand through his hair.

Bob thought he’d never looked so handsome.

“Jake?”

“Baby?”

The name made Bob shiver and his stomach crashed like thunderous waves against stone rocks.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please, Baby.” Jake gasped before wrapping his hand around the back of Bob’s head, his fingers tugging gently on his hair as he pressed his lips against his. They both let out a deep moan in unison. Years of tension and yearning rolled off their shoulders and bubbled up their throats as they tasted each other for the first time.

You watched keenly from the bed. It both made your heart bloom with a thousand flowers that your husband found solace within Jake and caused your abdomen to feel as though a thousand butterflies were coursing through you. Your thighs pressed and rubbed together to alleviate some of the growing arousal. You let out a whimper and they broke from the kiss to look at you, both with a lopsided smile on their faces.

As you pulled your thighs apart and felt the cool air run over your twitching cunt, Bob cooed. “Bunny, we’re so sorry. We’re comin’.”

Jake could feel his mouth salivate at the sight of Bob’s wife’s thighs spread apart and their pussy glistening with arousal, practically throbbing. “Look at that pretty pussy, sweets. Your thighs are slick already.” He groaned, kneeling between your thighs.

Bob took place up by your head, letting his hand soothe through your hair and his other holding the base of his cock, giving himself lazy, slow strokes.

Your hands came under your thighs to hold yourself open for him, squirming your hips closer to his cock as Jake took it in his hand and slapped it on your aching clit. It jolted sparks of pleasure through your abdomen at its first contact and you let out a loud whine. Your hips involuntarily bucked upwards to chase the feeling and Jake relished in the neediness of your touch. His free hand came to grip your hip as he ran his tip through your folds and collected your arousal, smearing it over your clit. It earned louder moans from yourself and more desperate bucking. He was smirking down at you with his signature cock sure smile.

“I want to remember the moment I slip my cock inside Bob’s wife’s tight pussy.”

He hissed as he slowly slid inside you and felt your slick walls take him, clenching tightly. He was thicker than Bob and you squirmed your hips, moaning as you adjusted to his size. He cursed to himself and threw his head back when your hips met his.

“Jesus, takin’ me so pretty, sweetheart. That’s it… Good fuckin’ girl.” He purred down to you as he momentarily slid out before feeling his tip run back over your sweet spot nestled deep inside you. At each slow and teasing stroke, you clenched tighter around him. You finally felt so full and you didn’t want the feeling to be taken away. You were desperately chasing it.

As he set a pace you glanced up at Bob with a couple of stray tears now leaving the corners of your eyes. “B—Bobby,” You whined. “He feels s’ g—good. It feels so good, fuck!”

Bob’s thumb gently wiped your tears away and smoothed over your hot cheeks, gently reassuring you. “Such a good girl for me. My pretty little wife looking s’ fuckin’ pretty takin’ another pilot's cock.”

As his thumb came down to his lips, you took it into your mouth to soothe yourself, but Bob removed it quickly. “No, no. C’ere,” He gripped the mid-length of his cock and let his tip fall between your parted lips. You eagerly sucked as much of his length as you could from this angle. “Good, Bunny.” He praised you.

You let your eyes flutter shut as the beginnings of complete pleasure roll over your body in waves. Over and over, you felt the powerful thrust of Jake’s hips with Bob rocking and resting heavily on your tongue. Two pairs of hands were gripping onto your flesh or soothing over your goosebumps, occasionally tugging on your stiff nipples to elicit louder, yet muffled, moans. You were stuffed full and you felt whole.

Jake’s thrusts picked up their pace and he was pistoning with such pressure you could feel the familiar warmth in your stomach grow. As his pubic bone met yours it grazed over your clit. It was small and frictionless contact, but the teasing alone had you nearly coming undone.

“They’re squeezin’ me so tight.” Jake gritted between his teeth, still cursing your name so pretty.

The corners of Bob’s lips quirked upwards and his eyes zoned in your expression. Your jaw was slack and although still stuffed full, you were drooling around his length with your eyes all but rolling back into your skull. He knew you were close.

“You want to earn those bear marks now?” Bob quipped. He grunted and nodded feverishly at him. Bob slipped from your mouth with drool still connecting to his tip. You mewled as he left you, but he was quick to reassure you he would be right here as he slid his hands into your hair.

With silent encouragement from Bob, Jake doubled down over your body and his large frame covered you whole. Your hands fell to his shoulders and gripped them tightly. One of his broad forearms rested by you to hold himself up enough that he could snake his hand between your slick sweaty bodies and find your aching clit. The soft pads of his fingers connected to you and you cried out his name loudly, finally feeling a firm pressure. He drew lazy circles around you with his thrusts now seemingly impossibly closer to you.

“Please, please, please… oh God!” Incoherent babbling left you as hot tears continued to streak down your cheeks. You never thought your husband’s, co-workers cock, could ever feel so fucking good.

“Bobby, Bobby!” You screamed instinctively. “Can I come?”

You heard him bark out a laugh behind you.

“Don’t ask me. It’s not my cock makin’ you cry, Bunny.”

Your brain was clouded with what felt like cotton and you scrambled to find the words quickly as your orgasm was building at a frighteningly quick pace.

“Jake! Can I come? Oh God, please can I come?” You babbled. Through his laboured breathing, you felt his warm breath tickle against your ear as he chuckled.

“Never gon’ want any other cock, sweets. I’ve ruined you for your husband, haven’t I?” Condensation was laced thick in his tone and it made you squeeze your eyes tightly shut, holding on so tight to stave off your orgasm.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” He barked out the order and your eyes peeled open with the most pleading expression you could muster, as he continued to rock deeply into you. Your nails by now were forming crescent shapes on his tanned skin. The beginnings of the bear marks. “Tell me, fuckin’ tell me and you can come.”

Everyone who was currently in the bedroom that was dowsed in the scent of sweat and sex, knew that this was not true. You would always love Bob and you would always want his cock. It was certainly still the most mouth-watering and appealing thing to you. You found yourself dreaming of having them both ruin you, forever.

But at this moment, Jake’s lusting and filthy words were clouding your senses and making Bob’s cock twitch heavy in his hand. For he too was incredibly aroused by Jake’s words and the sight below him.

“Y—you’ve, r—ruined me, Jake.” Your bottom lip began to tremble. “Please!” You begged with a hoarse cry. His fingertips pressed down firmer with precise motions and the last thing you saw before you snapped, was him grinning down at you like the Devil.

“Come for me, sweets.”

With a couple more swipes of his fingers over your abused clit, combined with the punishing pleasure from his thick cock, you were seeing stars. A white-hot feeling flooded from your abdomen outwards across your body. Your toes curled and you wailed. The crashing sensation of your orgasm wracked your body whole, cursing his name, Bob’s name.

You felt Bob’s hands soothe through your hair and you could faintly hear his sweet praise over Jake’s loud groans.

Jake didn’t let up with his thrusts. He pressed his sweaty frame closer to yours and snaked his hand away from your twitching clit. His face pressed into the crook of your neck and your nails raked over his back as he fucked you through your orgasm. With how close you were held against him, there was still enough friction rubbing mercilessly over your clit. His voice was hot in your ear and you heard him.

“Feel s’ fuckin’ good for me, I’m so lucky. You’re both so perfect, shit.” At his final curse, he groaned deep into your sweat-covered neck and you felt his teeth graze over your tender flesh and suck harshly. He was hissing and grunting with his thrusts becoming sloppier, but you could feel himself leak into you.

Everything was so deadly intoxicating. You never wanted to leave this room. You wanted to stay with them both forever.

His thrusts eventually slowed completely and he pulled off your burning frame. His own body was completely flushed pink with his sandy blonde hair mused and some strands of his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. As his softening cock pulled out of you and you felt his spend trickle down your puffy lips, you let out a pitiful whine, suddenly feeling so empty.

He wore a satisfied grin as he gazed over the pretty sight of your pussy and then back up at Bob. You felt Bob’s large hands trail over your shoulders and squeeze against your breasts. You craned your neck to look at him with your eyelashes fluttering and a cock drunk smile plastered over your lips. Your body trembled with anticipation, knowing you still had Bob, and your clit was still aching for just one more.

A chorus of praises and strings of kisses to your warm flesh, left the two pilots' lips as they gently moved your trembling frame. Jake sat against the headboard with your back pressed against his chest. A pillow was slid under your hips to elevate them higher to allow Bob to make your eyes water from pleasure with the angle. Your hands were holding onto Jake’s forearms as you looked your husband in the eye, kneeling in front of you with a grin.

He held the base of his cock firmly and let his tip run through your folds and catch Jake’s spend mixing with your leaking arousal. He pushed it against your swollen clit and you let out a breathy moan, your eyes already faltering shut. Behind you, Jake watched the scene unfold with hooded eyes and soft groans. Bob teased you for a moment longer before easily bottoming out inside of you with a hiss and a groan.

“S’ warm for me, Bunny. Taken Jake’s cock and you’re still so tight for me, aren’t you?”

You mewled and dug your nails in tighter to Jake’s forearm, earning more scratches on his skin. Bob had patiently sat by and watched his friend fuck his wife. He was wasting no time and set a cruel pace instantly. The sudden feeling of feeling so full with his familiar size had you moaning and squirming your hips already, but he kept his hands firmly on your thighs to hold you open and take what he gave you. His swollen tip was rubbing mercilessly at your spongy sweet spot and the angle was enhancing your pleasure to a feeling so sweet, that you felt as though you could burst. One of Jake’s large hands snaked upwards to pinch and tweeze your nipples, heightening your sensitivity. You heard his groans low and hot in your ear as you responded with desperate whines.

Pleasure was licking at the flame in your abdomen, but with your heightened sensitivity it was producing something else. Something more.

“Oh, Bobby!” You practically wailed. He felt the way you clenched tightly around him and how your walls pushed down. He knew your body like the back of his hand.

He groaned at the tightening sensation and gave a final piercing thrust before pulling his cock out entirely. You pushed down and gasped out a breathy moan as you felt your arousal squirt out of you.

“That’s it, good girl, good fuckin’ girl.” Bob groaned again with a knowing and smug smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He moved his fingers through your wetness and watched it splatter over your thighs.

“Jesus, Baby. Makin’ them feel so good.” Jake groaned louder from behind you, before directing his words back to you. “I’d love to see you squirt on my cock next.”

You could hear the cocky pilot's grin from behind you as he let his lips run over the shell of your ear and nibble gently.

There was a deadly concoction mixing in your abdomen as Bob bottomed out inside of you again and you took in Jake’s words. The notion of another night like this had your head spinning. Their sinful words and fiery touch on your skin had you feeling hot and dizzy. The pleasure was seeping through every vein of your body with every jolt caused by Bob’s cock pushing deep inside of you. You were gasping and moaning incoherently, only able to feel this ecstasy-inducing feeling. If it wasn’t for their grip on your body, you would’ve gone completely limp.

Suddenly you could feel Bob’s soft thumb on your now throbbing clit, rubbing precise circles. There was nothing lazy about Bob Floyd when he fucked.

Hot tears began to fall from the corners of your eyes and streak down your cheeks. You were babbling nonsense by now and you felt your impending orgasm grow closer with each swipe of his thumb. Your jaw was going slack and as you panted hungrily, tiny droplets of drool were pooling in the corners of your mouth.

“Are you gonna come again?” You whimpered his name in response and Bob snickered. “You are, aren’t you? So desperate for cock. It’s pathetic to watch. My sweet little Bunny practically drools as they take another man’s cock.”

Your stomach swirled at his words, in time with the swirl of his thumb. “Bobby!” It was a shriek of a plea, like nothing Jake had ever heard before. “Please can I come? Please, please, please…”

As you begged harder, your tears began to fall harder. Bob watched your body lovingly, with heavy hooded eyes. He saw every twitch, every shiver, every squirm, and he knew when your body couldn’t take anymore. He was still merciless with his strokes and thumb, but as you locked your pleading and tearing eyes with him once more, his firm set expression softened and his voice was coaxing you.

“Come. Come for me my baby Bunny.”

Your jaw went slack and a silent scream tore from your throat as you let the bubbling sensation of your orgasm burst through your abdomen, feeling the tendrils of pleasure wash over your body in crashing waves. Your hands shot up to wrap around the back of Jake’s head and pull tightly on the smaller hairs at the base of his neck. Your body withered and your chest was heaving, panting furiously as the sensation rolled over your body repeatedly. You faintly heard a string of praise from them both, Jake’s low voice still hot in your ear. Bob’s praise turned to grunts and with two more forceful thrusts, you could feel him leak his spend inside of you.

His ministrations slowed and as your head lolled to the side of Jake’s shoulder, you still let out a quiet and needy whine again, feeling so empty and feeling the now double mix of cum leaking from your abused cunt.

Your head felt full of cotton. You reached out with shaky hands to your lover. “Bobby…” You breathed out, barely above a whisper. He leaned down and took your shaking frame from Jake’s slick chest. He pressed you close to his own and with Jake’s help, he moved you to lay limp against him with his broad arms encasing you tightly. Jake stayed next to you both and let his fingers trail tenderly over your damp back.

All three of your chests were steadying out with calculated breaths, as you all came down from your highs. Tender and loving kisses were placed on your skin from them both, and more hushed words of love and praise were whispered close to your ears.

When your energy eventually came back, Bob cleaned you up gently with Jake’s help. The remainder of the leftovers from your prior dinner were fed to you and you gulped down more glasses of water than you could count. The duvet cover was changed and with your head still feeling full of soft cotton, and your body swimming with the afterglow, your two pilots lay down to sleep with you.

Before the peaceful waves of sleep pulled you under, you remember watching how lovingly Jake cradled Bob’s jaw and placed a kiss on his lips. The next thing you felt was his tender fingers bringing your jaw up to place his lips on yours. Your cheek then felt another pair of lips and you turned your face to find Bobby’s.

You kissed them both a handful more times. Each time your heart pounded a little faster and you felt the thousand butterflies flutter through your stomach.

Maybe this could work.

Maybe, this could be a forever thing.

Jake stayed on Sunday till around three in the afternoon. You all woke up late and lazily gathered yourselves to share a warm, yet deeply refreshing, shower.

You spent the rest of your time in the kitchen, just talking and eating. You spoke about everything and anything. You talked about the prior night, you talked about aircraft manoeuvres that had gone wrong, and you asked Jake about his home and where he grew up. Occasionally you found yourself pressed into Jake’s side with one of his broad arms incasing you close to his chest, as you both watched Bob cook up the food. Jake insisted that he would make you both a homemade recipe his Ma taught him some time.

All three of you exchanged fluttering touches and loving kisses with each other, and Jake found something blooming deep within his chest. He felt safe within this peaceful and domesticated home. He didn’t want to leave.

Come the evening on the Sunday, you were curled in between Bob’s thighs as you both read in peaceful silence.

“I really like him, you know.”

You spoke out into the silence. There was a beat before you felt Bob’s chest take a deep breath and then exhale. You glanced up at him and he wore a soft smile as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah. Me too, Bunny. Me too.”

A chorus of loud cheers and hollers broke out and echoed across the locker room on Monday. Javy slapped Jake on his bare back, making note of the marks scratched down his flesh.

“Jake! Now who’s been fighting with a bear?”

Bob continued to look forward at his locker as he gathered up the remainder of his belongings, paying no note to the commotion he heard behind him.

Jake huffed out a laugh and flashed his signature smile to Javy, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Bob smiled to himself at hearing Jake’s words. The images of Saturday evening and his wife scratching their nails down his back were flashing evidently behind his eyes. Once he heard the others trail off to the showers, he turned around to face him. It was only them left in the locker room and he leaned back against his locker, watching Jake pull his jacket on and reach for his bag.

“We’re really lookin’ forward to having you round for dinner tomorrow night.”

Jake’s head perked up at Bob’s words, his signature smile still etched over his face.

“Yeah, me too, Floyd.”

Jake placed his hand on Bob’s shoulder to move past him and leave the locker room, but before he took another step further, he lingered for a moment longer. Jake’s lips brushed up against the shell of Bob’s ear and in a low and flirtatious drawl, he whispered, “Bye, Baby.”

And he left.

Jake didn’t look back and see how Bob was biting down frightfully hard on his bottom lip to hold back the beaming and lovesick smile he was currently adorning. He didn’t see how Bob’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink colour in seconds. All he saw ahead of him was a future of tender love with you and Bob.

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