#BIRTHDAY SEX

[becertainlust]

BIRTHDAY SUIT | Bakugo Katsuki

synopsis: Bakugo never made a big deal about birthdays—just another day in his book. But you're not letting this one slide. As his partner, you know better than anyone that under that explosive exterior lies a man who deserves to be worshipped. And tonight, that’s exactly what you plan to do. Dressed in nothing but a gift-wrapped surprise, you give him a present no one else ever could—you.

content: smut, shameless smut, established relationship, lingerie sex, birthday sex, reader takes the reins, blowjob, sloppy, cowgirl , orgasm,

Bakugo never cared about birthdays. For once, he'd let you celebrate him.

No grumbles, no sarcastic muttering under his breath about “dumb-ass traditions” or “waste of time.” No disappearing off to train. No flinching when his friends shouted “Happy Birthday, Katsuki!”

He actually stayed. Enjoyed it.

The apartment had been buzzing earlier with close friends, laughter, drinks, and too many snacks. But now, it was just you and him. The glow of warm lights filled the room, soft music playing low from the speaker. The scent of buttercream and spiced candles lingered in the air.

“Sit,” you said, nudging him down onto the couch.

He dropped onto it with a tired, satisfied huff, one arm slung over the backrest as he watched you crouch beside the small stack of gifts left on the coffee table.

“Ya didn’t have to do all this, y’know,” he muttered. “Just havin’ you around is—”

“Shut up,” you smirked, passing him the first box. “You can get sappy after we’re done with presents.”

He rolled his eyes, but the blush on his ears gave him away.

One by one, he opened them. A couple of gag gifts from Kaminari, a surprisingly thoughtful book from Todoroki, custom gloves from Kirishima. A shirt from you he’d side-eyed in a store window a few weeks ago but pretended not to like. He’d mumbled, “Not bad,” when he saw it then—but the way he smiled when he saw it again tonight? That soft, flickering look in his eyes?

Yeah. He remembered.

But the last gift made him still.

He turned the box in his hand like he didn’t quite recognize it, even though you knew he did. You watched his fingers move slower—more careful. He lifted the lid and saw it:

A first edition, limited-run All Might training journal.

Something he’d mentioned in passing once during a midnight walk months ago. Something he said he always wanted but could never find. He stared at it in silence, thumb brushing over the embossed edges.

“…You remembered that?” he asked, voice suddenly quieter. His eyes lifted to yours.

You smiled gently. “Of course I did.”

Bakugo swallowed hard, cheeks warming up in a way that had your heart blooming in your chest. “You’re insane,” he muttered. “You know that?”

You kissed the corner of his mouth. “A little.”

He blinked hard, then cleared his throat.

“Alright, alright—cake. Let’s get this over with before I start feelin’ like a damn Hallmark card.”

You brought over the cake, candles already lit, your face glowing in the soft flicker as you sang the most off-key, dramatic “Happy Birthday” you could manage. He groaned, but he didn’t stop you.

He blew out the candles.

You sliced two pieces, handed him a fork… then stole it right back.

“Say ah.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You really gonna hand feed me right now?”

“Our wedding reenactment,” you smiled, lifting a bite to his mouth.

He opened it, still scowling—but barely—as you fed him a chunk of cake. He chewed, crimson eyes on you the whole time.

“Good?” you asked.

He gave a slow, appreciative nod. “Yeah. sweet.”

"that so..."

You leaned in, swiped a little frosting from the corner of his mouth with your thumb. His lips looked so soft, gilding your frosted coated thumb onto them, then kissed it off his lips, pressing your own into the softness of his. It started soft.

But when your lips brushed his again—slow, and achingly warm, and just a little longer—his hands naturally found your waist, pulling you closer until you were nearly in his lap. He kissed back, gentle but hungry, lips parting to taste more of you.

You murmured between kisses, breath hot against his mouth: “Birthday kiss.”

He blinked slowly, his lips still parted from the kiss, eyes dazed and focused only on you. His hands anchored warm on your waist, thumbs stroking slow, thoughtless circles into your skin through the thin fabric. His gaze trailed over your face—your lips, your flushed cheeks, your eyes so full of mischief and adoration.

“You’re everything,” he murmured, almost like it slipped out without permission.

You kissed the tip of his nose, giggling softly. “Thank you.”

And then?

His hold tightened. Just slightly. And he pulled you into his lap.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that,” he muttered, voice thick and low, “I’m gonna forget we were takin’ things slow tonight.”

You leaned in, straddling him without hesitation, your thighs hugging his hips as you settled against him. His body welcomed you instantly, his hands sliding up your sides, fingertips dragging the fabric of your top slightly—like he wanted less of it between you.

“I was never planning to go slow, birthday boy” you whispered, brushing your lips just barely against his jaw. “especially tonight.”

His breath caught—sharp, audible. You felt it in his chest, the way it stuttered under your palms. His reaction was subtle, but every part of him twitched with anticipation: his hands, his legs beneath you, the slight lift of his hips like he was already imagining how this night would end.

“Got one more present for you,” you murmured into his ear. “The real one.”

Bakugo’s brows lifted, suspicious. “Thought that damn journal was the real one.”

You grinned, climbing off his lap for just a moment—enough to walk toward the bedroom with that sway you knew drove him wild.

He watched, chin propped on his hand, eyes darkening the second your fingers dipped beneath the hem of your top as you disappeared down the hall.

“Oi,” he called. “What kinda present needs you to change for it?”

You didn’t answer.

But when you reappeared in the doorway—lingerie clinging to your curves like a second skin, chosen with him in mind—Bakugo sat up so fast he nearly knocked the fork off the coffee table.

Your name left his mouth like a groan.

“Holy shit…”

You were wrapped in delicate black lace, the kind of thing he never thought he’d see outside a magazine, and even then—never on you. Never just for him.

His mind blanked.

No words, no witty comeback. Just the shape of you silhouetted in the soft golden light. The way the sheer material clung to your curves, catching every dip and swell like it had been tailored with him in mind. The way your thighs moved when you walked, slow and sure, like you knew what that sight alone was doing to him.

His mouth had gone dry.

And still, he sat back—frozen on the couch, like his body had been rooted to the spot. Only his eyes moved, dragging over you with almost painful reverence.

Your presence wasn't just seen. It was felt. In the sudden hush of the room. In the way the air itself seemed to shift as you crossed it. There was a softness to it—like watching a flame flicker behind glass. Dangerous, but so goddamn beautiful.

Something in his chest ached.

It didn’t matter how many times he saw you like this—wanting him like this. That wide-eyed, breath-stolen reaction always snuck up on him.

His gaze caught on your collarbones, then drifted lower—hesitating on the swell of your breasts barely veiled by lace, down the soft line of your stomach, until it settled between your legs, where the thin strip of fabric left far too little to the imagination.

The sight knocked the wind out of him.

One of his hands, resting uselessly on his thigh, curled into a fist. The other—he didn’t even realize—had wiped itself discreetly on his jeans, sweat clinging to his palm.

Not from nerves. No. Never that.

Except maybe this time, it was.

Because you were walking toward him now, hips rolling, eyes locked onto his, and he could feel his body respond before his brain had even caught up. His mouth parted. Breath shallowed.

God, the way you moved. Like you were pouring yourself into every step. Like you weren’t just walking to him—you were offering yourself.

It made his pulse stutter.

And when you climbed back into his lap, warm skin settling over the growing heat in his jeans, he couldn’t think. All he could do was feel. Your nails dragging against the nape of his neck in ghost trails feather-light, his body withered under the touch. Your perfume mingling with his senses what scent was that? and why cant he stop sniffing you.

"You smell really good baby...really good" his nose ghosted your neck, hips pulling you closer. Your thighs oh so soft to him, bracket him so warmly.

He didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

He just looked.

Admiration wasn’t something Bakugo handed out easily—not to friends, not to strangers, and definitely not out loud.

But he was looking at you now like you were everything. Like you were a dream made real. Like he didn’t know whether to kiss you, worship you, or fall to his knees for you.

He couldn’t stop drinking you in.

How had he gotten this lucky?

You kissed him again. Slowly, reverently. The kind of kiss that curled toes and short-circuited nerves. You would use a hand to pull him by the shirt, and when you pulled back just enough to murmur, “Happy birthday, Katsuki,” his lashes fluttered low, heat gathering in his face as he let the words sink in.

His breath hitched when your hands found his chest.

Just fingertips at first, dragging over the fabric of his shirt like you were memorizing him all over again. You didn’t rush—just let your palms glide across solid muscle, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath as your thumbs brushed the edge of his ribs.

He was already warm under your touch. And you hadn’t even done anything yet.

Leaning in, you pressed a kiss just beneath his jaw.

Then another—lower, slower. Your lips parted against his throat, leaving open-mouthed kisses in a trail that dipped down the curve of his neck. His skin twitched under each one, the breath in his lungs turning shallow, rough.

“who knew you’d do something like this,” he murmured, but the strain in his voice made it sound more like a will to give in than a tease.

You didn’t answer. Just smiled against his skin, your teeth grazing lightly before you sucked. Gently—just enough to make him feel it. And then again, lower. His hands tensed at your waist.

You tilted your head to kiss along the other side of his neck, scattering another series of soft hickies—like you were branding him in lace and affection.

A groan vibrated in his chest.

Your fingers slipped to the hem of his shirt. He didn’t resist. Didn’t even move.

He just watched you. Quiet. Obedient in a way only you got to see.

You peeled his shirt up, inch by inch, revealing the planes of his stomach—warm, lightly flushed, his abs tightening beneath your gaze. You kissed his chest slowly as you exposed it, lips brushing across firm muscle, leaving kisses that lingered just a little too long.

You didn’t break eye contact.

Not once.

Even as you sank further down, mouth worshipping the path beneath his sternum. Even as your nails lightly scratched up his sides, drawing out a low hiss from between his clenched teeth.

His body was buzzing now—caught between restraint and surrender.

And it was beautiful to watch him come undone like this. Strong and scarred and still, somehow, soft for you.

His head tipped back slightly, jaw clenched, one hand gripping your hip while the other fisted into the couch cushion. His thighs flexed beneath your hands.

“Fuck,” he muttered, the word half breath, half plea.

You hummed softly, letting your lips hover just above his waistband.

“You’re warm,” you whispered, voice sultry and low, like you were letting him in on a secret. “All over.”

And he was.

Buzzing. Flushed. Waiting.

With his chest bare, his breathing ragged, and his eyes glassy with anticipation—he looked up at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

Your lips hovered just above the waistband of his sweats, breath brushing against the faint trail of hair disappearing beneath the fabric. The muscles in his abdomen tensed again.

And still—you didn’t touch him where he wanted you to. Not yet. Instead, you lifted your gaze, locking eyes with him as your mouth curved in the faintest, knowing smirk. There was power in the way he was watching you. Tension in the way his thighs shifted restlessly beneath yours. Every inch of him buzzed. For you.

“Can I take these off Kats?” you asked, voice honey-slow.

Bakugo grunted, half-dazed. “… yeah.”

I mean what the hell were you asking him. If anything he just wanted on him immediately but it was all for you to watch him be a completely different person He sounded so obedient watching every moment like a patient puppy. His beautiful crimson eyes shimmering under the soft glow of the room.

Your fingers dipped under the waistband and dragged it down slow. The fabric caught on the hardened outline of him, and he hissed through his teeth as you freed him from the restraint.

His cock sprang up, flushed and heavy, already leaking at the tip. His hips twitched upward involuntarily, like his body was pleading before his mouth could catch up.

You made a sound of appreciation in the back of your throat—soft, reverent—before leaning in to press another kiss, just above the base. Your tongue flicked out, tasting the warm skin there. "You want me this much suki"

His whole body shuddered.

“Y-you're really gonna take your time with this, huh?” he muttered, voice rough, but low with awe.

You didn’t answer.

You just looked up again, lips parted, pupils blown, hands pressing to his thighs to steady him—before licking a slow, flat stripe from the base to the tip.

Bakugo cursed under his breath, his hand flying to the back of your head on instinct—but it never pushed, never forced. Just tangled in your hair, holding on for dear life.

Your mouth closed around him, warm and wet and unforgiving.

And he melted.

His head tipped back, jaw slack, a ragged moan slipping past his lips. You sucked him down slow—sloppy and deep—letting your tongue trace every sensitive vein, letting your spit drip down over your hand as you worked the base.

He was a mess.

Every time you hollowed your cheeks and sank lower, his thighs tensed. His breath hitched. His hips jerked upward before he caught himself, groaning through clenched teeth.

"Fuck... baby… you—goddamn."

You pulled back just enough to swirl your tongue around the head, then sank down again, deeper this time.

And he twitched in your mouth, body locking up as you moaned around him.

The sound went straight to his spine—he was pulsing now, barely holding on.

When you pulled off with a wet pop, spit connecting your lips to him in a string, you wiped your mouth slowly with the back of your hand, lips swollen, eyes hooded.

“Wanna ride you,” you whispered, climbing back up into his lap. “Can I?”

Bakugo was panting. Eyes glassy. Completely undone.

He swallowed hard, leaning into your chest to whisper "Please.”

You hovered over him, your hair framing your face so bewitchingly. You lined him up with your entrance, already soaked and pulsing for him. And as you sank down, inch by inch, his eyes rolled back and his hands grabbed your hips like he needed something to anchor him to this earth.

You moaned low as he stretched you open.

“Shit—so full,” you breathed, resting your palms on his chest.

“Look at me,” he rasped, voice trembling. “Wanna see your face.”

You did. And when your eyes met his—when he saw the way you looked at him, like he was the only one you ever wanted—his whole expression softened.

His hands caressed up your waist, slow, reverent.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he whispered, voice shaking.

You didn’t move right away.

Not really.

Instead, you hovered just above him, your entrance brushing the slick, sensitive head of his cock—barely letting him in, just enough to tease. Just enough to let him feel the heat of you. Your thighs flexed slightly, hips rolling in slow, agonizing circles that dragged your soaked folds over the tip again and again.

A soft, wet sound filled the space between you. Your juices clung to him, thick and sticky, smearing across his shaft with every grind.

“Fuck,” he groaned, head thunking back against the couch. “You’re—fuckin’ killin’ me.”

You smirked, gaze flicking up to watch him.

And god… the way he looked right now? His chest rising with every ragged breath, his lip bitten raw, his knuckles white where he clutched your hips. Every muscle in his thighs was trembling beneath you. Twitching with the restraint it took not to thrust up and bury himself in you.

You leaned forward, your chest brushing his while your hips stayed in motion—rocking slowly, teasing him with slick, hot friction.

“I thought this was your birthday,” you purred into his ear. “Shouldn’t I be giving you what you want?”

Bakugo grit his teeth, his jaw tight with tension.

“I do want this,” he growled. “You drivin’ me fuckin’ insane like this—teasin’ me—makin’ me feel like I’m gonna explode just from the tip—shit…”

You giggled, soft and wicked, and sat back just enough for him to watch.

One of your hands reached between you, guiding him so the head rested right at your entrance again. You gave a few slow bounces—just the tip sliding in and out, each time making him curse louder.

“S-shit! Baby—fuck—fuck, just let me in—” His voice cracked, his fingers digging into your skin like he was about to lose it.

You finally pressed your hips down a little more, letting him sink in halfway.

His mouth fell open, a deep, guttural curse ripping out of him. His head snapped forward to look at where you were taking him in, flushed and wide-eyed.

And you just smiled at the desperation in his gaze.

“are you feeling good baby,” you whispered, dragging your nails lightly down his chest.

“God—yes—fuck yes,” he hissed, eyes fluttering as you dropped down another inch. “You feel so fuckin’ good, baby. You always do. Always…”

You leaned in again, letting your breasts press to his chest as you kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Then you better hold on,” you whispered, breath hot, “because I’m not gonna stop until you’re a mess for me.”

And with that, you finally sank down fully. All the way. His entire body jerked like he’d been electrocuted.

He let out a strangled sound—somewhere between a moan and a gasp—his head rolling back, hands gripping your ass like he was holding onto sanity itself.

You didn’t move for a moment.

Just stayed there, so full of him, clenching around him until he twitched helplessly inside you. And then—slowly, sinfully—you started to ride.

Your hips began to move again—slow, like honey melting in warm sun, like a wave building over time until it crashes. You circled them, let your walls flutter around him just to feel the way he shuddered beneath you. His eyes opened halfway, heavy-lidded and glazed, following every sensual sway of your body like it was the only thing in the world that mattered.

And to him—it was.

“Katsuki…” you whispered, your palms gliding up his abdomen. “You’re so deep.”

A sharp breath hissed between his teeth. He looked like he was trying to hold something back, but his hips bucked once—shallow, needy. You kept your pace measured, deliberate, grinding down into him with that same velvet friction that made his head roll back again.

“Shit,” he groaned, the sound low and desperate. His hands were clutching at your waist now, not to guide, but to ground himself. “You’re squeezin’ me so good, mmm"

You leaned down slowly, dragging your lips across his collarbone. Then lower—pressing open-mouthed kisses to his chest, his nipple. As you moved, your body rolled into his, your rhythm never faltering, hips undulating in a steady, torturous rhythm.

Every time you sank down, he twitched inside you, groaning louder.

“I love the way you sound baby,” you whispered, licking the salt from his skin. “All desperate and sweet. My perfect birthday boy.”

He looked at you like he’d melt.

One of his hands slipped up your back, tangled into your hair, tugging lightly as you nuzzled his neck. You licked a stripe just beneath his ear, then suckled gently at his skin, your teeth dragging slightly—leaving soft, loving hickeys along his neck and collar.

And every one had him groaning, his cock jerking inside you.

“Gonna mark you up tonight,” you murmured. “So everyone knows who you belong to.”

“I already do,” he rasped, voice nearly broken, “fuckin’ been yours.”

You smiled into his skin and sat back again, palms braced against his chest as you began to bounce now—slow, deep, full bounces that had him clenching his jaw and moaning through his teeth. His abs flexed beneath your hands. His hands gripped your hips tighter.

Your name left his lips like a prayer.

Your hips found a rhythm—delicious, sticky, sinful—and the way he filled you, the way he responded to every little grind, made your legs start to tremble.

He felt it. His hands slid down to cup your ass again, helping support your movements as he watched you from beneath heavy lashes.

“Baby,” he breathed. “You’re—fuck—you’re gonna make me come—just like this?”

You leaned forward again, kissed him deep, then pulled back just enough to whisper:

“Yes. Inside. Don’t hold back. I want you to come just like this.”

He let out a wrecked moan, his hips finally thrusting up to meet yours, matching your rhythm.

Faster now.

Deeper.

You clung to his shoulders, your mouth falling open as the coil inside you tightened and tightened—

And then he gasped—eyes rolling to close, mouth open and his cock twitching violently inside you as he spilled, deep and thick and hot, fingers bruising your hips while he cursed your name like a confession.

You didn’t stop.

Not even then.

Still slow. Still steady. Still riding out every aftershock as he moaned beneath you, overstimulated and undone. His eyes fluttered open, glassy and soft as they met yours. His hair stuck to his forehead. His chest heaved. His hands slid up your spine, arms curling around you as he held you close.

Your chest heaved against his, his heart pounding against your ribcage like a war drum. He was still buried deep, twitching, oversensitive—but you didn’t move. You just cradled his face, tilted it up so he had no choice but to look at you.

“Listen to you,” you whispered, voice sultry and sweet as sin. “Mouth full of curses… all because I couldn’t help creamin’ all over this fat cock.”

Bakugo groaned through clenched teeth, face flushed and jaw tight like he was holding onto the last thread of sanity.

“You heard it, didn’t you?” you murmured, grinding just enough to make him jolt, to let another wet, obscene squelch fill the space between you. “God, the noise we made—bet our neighbors think I was drowning in it.”

He groaned louder, head falling back against the couch.

You leaned down, kissed the corner of his mouth, slow and lingering, then whispered, “Soaked you, Katsuki. You feel how messy I made you? Look at your lap—look at what you did to me.”

He peeked down—eyes glassy—and let out another hoarse, broken curse when he saw the slick still glistening between your thighs, watching how you both were still connected before you lift your hips to show him, with such a sly smile it did something to him, watching his cum dripping slowly out of you onto him.

You guided yourself back in, rocking your hips again, so delicately, and he twitched inside you, helpless. His whole body shivered with a groan, his head collapsing on your shoulder "fuck enough"

You grinned. “You liked it when I sat there and shook my ass on it, didn’t you? Teasin’ you right on the tip ‘til you were cussin’ like you were about to lose your damn mind, yeah?” you grind.

“You’re—fuckin’ evil,” he gasped, fingers twitching against your waist.

You kissed his jawline this time, biting lightly just below his ear. His hands gripped you tighter again, like he was about to flip the script—but he was still spent, still weak from how you dropped your ass on him, He just held you there instead, breathing ragged, letting you purr filth against his skin.

"A little"

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Birthday Girl

Sakura Miyawaki x Male Reader | 4k words Tags: smut, pwp, closet sex, rough, dirty talk, public but private, spit play, facefucking, cock drunk, desperate, light daddy kink, birthday sex

Sakura’s birthday. A packed apartment. Her hands on you all night. The Closet. Lips crash. Yeah, you saw this coming.

AN: She posted this literally few hours ago, had to do it. Shes so hot. Also, not proofread so gg.

Sakura’s back thuds against the closet wall, coats rustling behind your head as you lift her up. Her breath stutters, legs locking around your waist, arms clutching your shoulders, nails digging in like she needs something to keep her grounded—like if she lets go, she might just float away.

Her yoga pants? Barely hanging off one of her legs, abandoned mid-chaos. Her panties? Pushed aside, not even a real obstacle. Your hands grip her thighs tight as you fuck into her, deep and relentless. Her top is slipping lower with every thrust, exposing more of her shoulder, her collarbone, skin begging to be bitten. And you’d do it too—if you weren’t so obsessed with the way she’s coming undone right now.

The coats behind her sway with every motion, hangers rattling above your heads like they’re judging you. Not that either of you care. She’s too far gone, and you? You’re right there with her.

Her hair’s a mess, wavy strands sticking to her damp forehead, fingers tangled in your shirt as she clings to you. Her breath is hot, coming in short, desperate bursts, moans barely muffled by your hand covering her mouth.

“Shh,” you murmur, voice slow, thick with amusement. “You don’t wanna be too loud, baby. Or do you?”

She whimpers, eyes glassy, head tilting back against the wall as she nods frantically.

You chuckle, lips ghosting over her cheek. “Of course you do.”

Your fingers trail up the back of her thigh, squeezing hard. “You act all sweet, but I know better. You love this shit.”

Her hips buck against you, fingers twisting in your shirt, her voice breaking against your palm.

Yeah. That’s what you thought.

Sakura’s birthday party was always gonna lead to this—you just didn’t know when she’d make her move.

It started in the middle of the party—packed apartment, music blasting from a half-broken speaker, bodies pressed together. The room carried the scent mix of sweat, overpriced cologne, and the sharp tang of jungle juice that had no business tasting that good. People were draped over furniture, laughing too loud, shouting over the music, spilling drinks like it was a sport. A night where everything was a little too much, but nobody cared.

And then there was her. Sakura wasn’t just another body in the crowd—she was the center of it.

Soft pink top slipping off her shoulder like an invitation, flared yoga pants hugging her just right, bangs framing her face like she walked straight out of a dream. Every time she moved, heads turned, but her attention? Locked on you. She knew exactly what she was doing, every glance, every smirk, every shift of her hips designed to pull you in, to remind you—she wasn’t just anyone. She was yours.

The tension had been bubbling under the surface all night, and she was stoking the fire.

She was all over you—brushing past you in the kitchen like she didn’t have a whole ass apartment to move in, fingers trailing over your chest when she laughed, leaning in to whisper absolute nonsense in your ear just to see you twitch.

At one point, she dropped onto your lap—casual, she was your girlfriend, she did this all the time. But the way her ass shifted against you? The way she pressed against that spot. Not casual at all.

Your hand slid up her thigh, slow, teasing, just enough to feel how warm she was, the buttery smooth fabric of her yoga pants gliding under your fingertips, just enough for her breath to hitch. And when she turned to look at you, eyes dark, lips parted, you knew exactly where this was going.

She didn’t even have to say anything. Just curled her fingers around your wrist, yanked you up from the couch, and pulled you through the sea of bodies like she was leading you somewhere important.

“Ten minutes. No one will notice.”

She barely got the closet door shut before she was on you, kissing you like she needed it, like she’d been thinking about it all damn night. And maybe she had.

Maybe you had too.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when she breaks the kiss.

Her top keeps slipping lower, the fabric barely clinging to her shoulder, exposing smooth skin, the curve of her collarbone. You don’t hesitate this time—you lean in, teeth grazing her skin before biting down just enough to make her gasp. She tenses, then melts, fingers twisting tighter into your shirt as you press her harder against the wall, groaning as you roll your hips into her.

“You knew exactly what you were doing, huh?” Your voice is low, teasing, but there’s an edge to it. “Sitting on my lap like that.”

She gasps, arching into you, hands tugging at your shirt, trying to pull you closer like there’s even space left between you.

“Oh my god, shut up—just fuck me.”

You chuckle, biting lightly at her jaw, dragging your teeth over her skin just because you can. "So bossy," you murmur, dragging your teeth over her before smirking. "I'll let it slide since it's your birthday."

Her yoga pants made it too easy—too smooth, too soft, gliding under your fingers before she kicks them off the one leg they’re still clinging to. Your eyes flick down just in time to watch her smooth, bald pussy stretch around you, glistening, tight, her arousal slicking your cock with every thrust. A wet strand drips down, sliding over your length, smearing against the base where you're buried deep inside her. Her lace panties slowly slide back into place, only to be stopped by your cock in the way, the fabric bunched against her swollen clit.

The air in the closet is thick—humid with heat, the scent of sweat, her perfume, the musky, intoxicating smell of sex. It clings to both of you, mixing with the sharp, clean bite of your cologne, the space so cramped you can feel every shaky breath she exhales against your neck.

Your hands slide to her hips, gripping, holding her in place, dragging her against you, the obscene squelch of her wetness making you groan. Each motion earns another breathless whimper from her lips, her body clenching tighter, greedier.

Her fingers twist in your hair, nails scratching against your scalp as her back arches, head tilting, mouth falling open. She’s wrecked, delirious, drowning in it. You know the moment you hit just the right spot—her entire body tenses, thighs trembling as she melts, a shaky exhale escaping as she chokes out a moan, her slick dripping down even more.

She’s falling apart, breathing heavy, voice all high and needy. “Oh my god—yes, yes, yes—”

You pull back just enough to grab her jaw, forcing her to look at you. "Open your mouth." The command is lazy, effortless, like you already know she’ll do it.

Her lashes flutter, gaze locked on yours as her lips part, tongue sliding out just enough—soft, pink, waiting. Her breath is shaky, pupils blown wide, cheeks already flushed. She looks so damn pretty like this.

You spit, slow and deliberate, watching the way it lands on her tongue, glistening under the dim lights spilling into the closet. She swallows without hesitation, a quiet, satisfied hum vibrating in her throat, her thighs clenching tighter around you like the act just turned her on even more.

"Good girl," you murmur, thumb dragging down her chin, smearing the wetness before you push back into her, rougher this time. Deeper. Your grip tightens on her hips, keeping her right where you want her, holding her still as you drive into her.

She whimpers, her nails biting into your shoulders, her whole-body trembling. She’s so wrecked, teetering on the edge, but she doesn’t want you to stop. Not really. Still, her hand taps against your shoulder, a quick signal, not to make you stop—just to give her a second to catch her breath.

And then she’s moving, pulling herself off you, breathless and desperate. She drops to her knees, looking up at you through messy lashes, eyes dark and eager.

"Fuck my face. Use my mouth. I wanna choke on that fat cock"

Your cock twitches at the words, and you don’t hesitate—grabbing the back of her head, tilting her face up so she’s looking at you. Her lips part instinctively, tongue slipping out in anticipation, and the sight alone nearly makes you groan.

She’s on her knees, perched on her ankles, fingers wrapping around the base of your cock, stroking slow, teasing, watching the way it twitches in her grip. She leans in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the shaft, tongue flicking out to catch the drops of precum pooling at the tip.

She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes dark, lips parted as she lets a string of spit fall from her mouth, slicking you up before wrapping her fingers around you again, stroking with deliberate, lazy precision.

"Stretch my lips, daddy," she breathes, guiding you to her mouth. Her breath is hot, her lips plush, brushing against the tip before she takes you in, inch by inch, her tongue dragging along the underside, wet and insistent.

The second you push deeper, you feel the tight squeeze of her throat, her soft tongue flattening along the underside of your shaft, dragging over the sensitive ridge as she swallows around you. Her eyes flutter, lashes trembling, but she doesn’t look away, doesn’t break contact even as her throat tightens. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuckin’ take it.”

Her fingers wrap tighter around the base, stroking in time with her movements, keeping you slick and soaked in her spit. When she pulls back, a wet gasp leaves her lips, a thick strand of saliva connecting her mouth to the tip before she spits on it again, her fingers smearing the mess over your length.

She moans before taking you back in, lips stretching wider, her tongue teasing the slit before she pushes forward, faster, needier, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks. Her nails dig into your thighs for balance, her body shuddering as she gags, choking just enough for her throat to constrict tight around you. Drool pools at the corners of her lips, spilling down her chin, dripping onto her bare chest, messy and shameless as she takes you even deeper.

“Look at you,” you murmur, running a hand down the side of her face, thumb caressing her cheek as she hollows her cheeks around you. “Messy fucking girl. You love this, don’t you?”

She moans around you, a garbled sound vibrating against your cock, making your stomach tighten. You press her down further, forcing her to take more, feeling the spasms in her throat as she gags again, spit trailing down her chin.

Then, with a sharp pull, you yank her off you, her lips slick and swollen, a wet gasp tearing from her mouth as her tongue hangs out, glossy with drool. Her breath is ragged, eyes glazed over, a dazed, cock-drunk expression written all over her pretty face.

You don’t let her recover. You guide her back down, pushing your cock past her parted lips again, stretching them wide as she takes you deeper, hitting the back of her throat in one smooth motion. A choked gag vibrates against you, making your toes curl.

You do it again.

Off. A sharp inhale.

On. A desperate moan, her throat tightens around you.

Off. Her drool spills down her chin, thick and messy, strings of it connecting her lips to your tip.

On. Her throat spasms, her fingers digging into your thighs, her whole body trembling as she lets you use her.

"Fuck," you growl, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look up at you. "You’re so fucking hot, letting me use your pretty mouth like this."

She giggles, the sound breathy, wrecked, utterly cock drunk. A whimper follows, needy, desperate, like she wants more.

Outside, the party rages on—voices, laughter, music pounding through the walls. If someone walked into her room right now, would they hear what’s happening in the closet? Would they pause, listening to the muffled sounds of wet, filthy pleasure, debating whether to check? If they did, if they opened the door—they’d find her like this. On her knees, wrecked, taking everything you give her without hesitation.

Music pounds through the walls, bass rattling the closet door, but it’s almost drowned out by the wet, filthy sounds of her mouth working you over.

Almost.

Then, just when she’s gasping around you, you yank her back up, flipping the dynamic instantly. You drop onto the floor, back against the wall, legs spread.

"Come ride it, birthday girl."

She wastes no time, swinging a leg over you, holding her top up with one hand while the other reaches between you, fingers wrapping around your slick length, angling you towards her entrance. She drags the head of your cock along her soaked folds, teasing herself before finally sinking down with a desperate moan, stretching around you inch by inch. Her breath hitches, her walls pulsing, clenching down like she never wants to let go.

"You always stretch me so good, daddy," she whimpers, her voice wrecked, shaking as she takes you deeper.

The slick sound of her taking you in fills the cramped space, loud, obscene, making your head fall back against the wall as you groan, feeling just how tight and soaked she is, how she struggles to adjust to every inch of you.

She exhales a shaky breath, biting her lip as she starts to move—slow at first, rolling her hips in deliberate circles, teasing. She wants to show off, to make you feel just how good she can be, but she’s already too far gone.

You let her have it for a second, watching her through heavy lids as she lifts her hips, sinking down again, taking every inch. The way she bites her lip, how her eyes flutter as she feels it all, the heat of her wrapped around you—it’s so fucking good.

"Look at you," you murmur, voice thick with amusement, hands lazily gripping her waist. "Tryna show off. You wanted this so bad, huh?"

"Yes—fuck—I need it, I need it." Her voice is a whimper, desperate, as her movements stutter for a second, her body betraying her.

You smirk, fingers pressing into her skin, steadying her. "Then take it, baby. Show me."

She gasps as you guide her down, forcing her to take you deeper, her thighs trembling as she grinds against you. Every drop down is louder, wetter, her arousal dripping between your thighs, making a mess of both of you. The stretch has her eyes rolling back, mouth falling open as she tries to keep up, but she’s spiraling fast.

You watch her fall apart, reveling in it. She’s not showing off anymore—her thighs are shaking, her rhythm faltering, every motion a struggle between holding on and giving in.

She tries to keep moving, but she’s too far gone. Her moans turn breathless, higher, edged with desperation.

Your hands glide over her waist, caressing the smooth curve of her abdomen, fingers pressing into the tightness of her frame. The pink ruffle top she’s still wearing hugs her figure perfectly, accentuating every dip and curve, the soft fabric molding to her body. She’s small, stretched impossibly around you, and she knows exactly how hot that is. Her back arches, one hand lifting to gather her hair, exposing the elegant line of her neck, the full length of her body—long, taut, trembling under your touch.

You groan, watching the way she takes you, how her pussy struggles to accommodate you, her wetness coating your length with every slow, agonizing drop down. She’s shaking, her rhythm faltering, moans getting breathier, higher, edged with desperation.

You grab her hips, slamming her down, forcing her to take it all. She gasps, body jolting as you fill her completely, her walls clenching down in shock, in pleasure, in everything all at once. The impact sends a fresh wave of wetness spilling between you, dripping down your length, making an obscene mess where your bodies meet.

Your hand moves up—palm flat against her stomach, pressing down, feeling yourself buried deep inside her. "Feel that, baby? Feel how deep I am?"

She whimpers, fingers clawing at your chest, gripping your wrists, needing something to hold onto as you thrust up into her, making her take more.

Her head tilts back, but you don’t let her escape. You wrap a hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes flutter open, forcing her to look at you. "Nah, baby. Don’t run from it. Take every inch."

She’s crying out, losing control, her body shaking as pleasure overtakes her. She’s getting close—you can feel it, the way her walls pulse around you, the way her breath catches, the way she’s barely hanging on. Just as she’s fully giving in, just as she’s about to break—there’s a knock. On the closet door? No, on the door to her bedroom.

“Yo, Sakura? You in there?”

She freezes, eyes wide, panic flickering across her face. The voice is familiar—it’s Chaewon, one of her girlies.

Your hand flies to her mouth, smothering the whimper that nearly escapes, feeling the way her entire body trembles against you. You both hold your breath, locked in place, but inside, you can feel how she grips you tighter, clenching like the sudden risk is turning her on even more.

Footsteps shuffle across her bedroom, the faint rustle of fabric as Chaewon rifles through her things. Her jacket. Right—Sakura had let all her girlies drop their stuff on her bed earlier. That’s what she’s here for. She’s just grabbing something.

Sakura, reckless and insatiable, starts moving again. Slow at first, rolling her hips against you, both of you biting your lips to keep quiet. The thrill of getting caught makes everything sharper—the squeeze of her walls, the way her nails press harder into your skin, the heat of her breath against your palm.

You slip two fingers between her lips, pressing them past her tongue. Without hesitation, she takes them in, sucking greedily, her eyes flickering up to yours, dazed and completely wrecked. Her tongue swirls around them, hot and slick, coating them in spit as she moans softly around the intrusion, hips never stopping, never slowing. Her mouth is a perfect mess, drool slipping down her chin, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at you, waiting, eager for more.

You lean in, lips brushing her ear, voice barely above a whisper. "Oh, you love this. Getting fucked while someone’s right outside."

She nods, desperate, shameless.

The door creaks as Chaewon steps out, closing it behind her.

The second she’s gone, you drop your hand from Sakura’s mouth and grab her hips, grinding her down onto you, slow and punishing, making her take it. She’s already there, teetering on the edge, her whole body trembling, thighs locked tight around you, her nails raking down your chest.

She tries to be quiet, but she’s shaking too hard, her breath coming in desperate little gasps as her pussy clamps down around you, gripping, pulsing, milking every inch.

"Please—fuck, please, let me cum—let me feel you—" her voice is barely there, shaking, breaking, whimpering between ragged breaths.

You murmur against her lips, teasing. "You need it that bad, baby?"

"Yes—yes, please, I c-can’t—" she stutters, her nails scraping down your chest, gripping onto you like she’ll fall apart if you stop. "I need it, need you to fill me up—please, daddy—please—wanna cum with you—"

Her voice is wrecked, moaning through the words, pleading, trembling in your hold. And fuck, you’re close too—you can feel it, your body tensing, the tight heat of her pulling you in, the way she’s clenching, desperate for it.

"Yeah? You wanna cum with me?" your voice is thick, strained, your grip tightening on her hips as you slam her down one more time. "Then take it, baby. Fucking take it—"

The moment snaps—her body stiffens, then unravels completely, her orgasm slamming into her all at once. Her thighs clamp around you, her walls fluttering in desperate pulses, squeezing, milking you for everything, her body demanding you spill inside her.

And you do. A deep groan rumbles from your chest as you push as far as you can go, holding her flush against you, buried deep, stretching her to the limit. She clenches around you, pulsing, gripping, her walls fluttering in erratic waves, milking every last drop from you. The heat of her, the wet, slick slide of it, has you seeing white, body locking up as pleasure rips through you.

Your fingers dig into her waist, holding her still as you spill inside her, your jaw clenched tight as your release crashes into you, sharp and overwhelming. Her name tumbles from your lips, breathless, lost in the haze of sensation.

She doesn’t stop moving, her hips rolling in slow, messy circles, dragging out every aftershock, refusing to let the moment end. Her breath stutters, caught between a whimper and a moan, her entire body shuddering in your arms. She’s wrecked, trembling, eyes heavy-lidded as she takes it all, lets it sink in, lets herself stay full.

You don’t let go. Not yet. You keep her there, pressing her down onto you, making sure she feels every throb, every last drop settling inside her. She clings to you, nails skimming over your skin, her breath coming in soft, uneven sighs as you both stay wrapped up in the mess you made of each other.

She sighs, stretching her body, still straddling you, then giggles, shaking her head.

"You look fucked out," she teases, voice hoarse.

You exhale a deep breath, still gripping her waist. "I am."

She kisses you lazily, smirking against your lips before leaning down to whisper, "We should get back before someone actually finds us."

"You’re a fucking bitch."

"Yours" She hums, smug, tilting her head as she drags her fingers down your chest, slow and lazy.

Then, she leans in again, licking up the side of your neck, her tongue hot against your skin, before she catches your lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

It’s unhurried, indulgent—nothing like the raw, desperate way she had been moaning for you just minutes ago. She kisses you like she owns you, like she knows she’s got you wrapped around her finger no matter how hard you fuck her. And the worst part? She’s right.

You groan into her mouth, your hands gripping her hips one last time, keeping her close even as she pulls back just enough to smirk against your lips. "Let’s go, lover boy. I’m not done making you obsessed with me tonight."

Your girlfriend is a freak, and you love it.

[strnilolover]

warnings : smut. unprotected pnv (wrap it!). semi-public sex (sex in a hot tub). praising. softdom!matt. sub!reader. some dirty talk. sweet sex (?). some biting. matt slaps your thigh. titty sucking. cream pie. heavy kissing (so hot). clit rubbing. mention of wine and drinking. let me know if i forgot anything!

wc : 3k

it had been the perfect birthday so far. the day was filled with little surprises—matt’s thoughtful presents, the sweet breakfast he made you, and the way he’d kept you close all day. he even surprised you with a birthday party after you went to get your nails done for the day.

it was unlike any birthday you had ever had before.

as the day stretched on, the sun dipping down and the moon now rising, you found yourself wrapped in a blanket by the fire, sipping on a glass of wine, and enjoying the quiet moments.

it was a nice way to end your day, sitting cozy inside with the person who made your day all about you and so so special.

as the fire crackled, matt suddenly rose from the couch, his tall frame stretching as he moved towards you. his eyes met yours, smiling softly before he spoke. “I think it’s time for something else..maybe more relaxing?” he said.

your heart skipped a beat as your eyes locked onto his, your curiosity growing. “what do you have in mind?” you asked, your hand swirling the dark drink in the glass before taking a small sip.

matt smiled again. “the hot tub,” he said, his hand extending to help you up from the blanket. “come on. i’ve already got it ready.”

your pulse quickened as you turned to set your wine glass down, then took his hand, allowing him to pull you up from your position on the couch. “go get changed first, baby.” he whispered, and you nodded, giggling quietly as you ran off to your room to change.

when you were done, you were dressed in a blue bikini, the strings tied at your hips and on your back—keep the clothing in place on your body. matt was already waiting near the back door, his swim shorts on, tattooed arm on display for you to see. you walked over to him, his hand already outstretched for you to slip your own hand into. which you happily did.

gently, he lead you out the back door, where the hot tub sat under the stars. the night air was cool, the stars scattered across the sky, but the steam rising from the tub was inviting. it was the perfect contrast—the heat from the water meeting the chill of the night.

the soft glow of the string lights around the area created a warm ambiance, and matt’s hand landed on the small of your back as he guided you closer to the warm water.

the two of you had spent plenty of time in hot tubs before—either here at home or to hotels you had visited. and i was always heavenly when your body would sink into the warmth, your muscles relaxing as your body would go slump.

“you ready baby?” he asked as you finally approached the hot tubs, the bubbled fizzing around the jets as they shot water throughout the tub.

you nodded, throwing the towel you brought out to the side on one of the chairs, matt doing the same. slowly, your foot dipped into the water, your body shuddering at the way it felt against your cold skin.

it was soothing—relaxing. once your body was fully in, you settled against the edge of the hot tub, your legs stretching out in front of you as the water massaged your body. matt did the same, sitting close by as his hand came out to rest on your thigh under the water.

matt couldn’t help the way his eyes watched you—your eyes fluttering closed as you let your jaw fall slack, letting the jets massage the tension in your back.

“you’re so beautiful,” matt murmured, his fingers drawing small circles along your skin. the action made you smile, peeking an eye open to see his face. “did you enjoy your day, my love?” he asked, his fingers still dancing along your skin absentmindedly, but his gaze was on you.

you nodded, opening your eyes fully now to look at him. “s’been the best birthday ever.” you say, bringing a hand to rest over his, locking your fingers together. “didn’t need to do all of that for me.” you whisper, suddenly feeling shy as the attention from the whole day finally registered in your mind.

matt tsked, bringing your interlocked fingers up from under the water—placing a soft kiss to your hand before he moved closer. “you deserved it. you deserve everything baby. i’m just glad i was able to make it a special day for you.” and your cheeks flushed, your breath hitching as he moved closer.

the new proximity made the water feel even warmer, and the sudden surge of heat wasn’t just from the tub—maybe the wine was getting to you?. matt’s free hand came up, brushing your hair off your shoulder before leaning in, his lips brushing your shoulder, and your whole body shivered in response.

“wanna make it even better?” matt murmured, his free hand coming down to grip your hip and guiding you to turn so you were facing him. and you nodded—his voice swimming around in your head, like it was coaxing you. and before you could react, matt had you straddling his lap, the hot water sloshing around you from the sudden movement.

you gasped softly as he pulled you in closer, your chest now flush against his. matt’s eyes met your gaze, his hands moving up and down your body with a slow, deliberate pace. his fingers brushed over your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“you look so perfect,” he whispered, his lips hovering over yours as he leaned in closer to you. “so perfect for me.”

you couldn’t contain the small sigh that escaped your lips, your body already reacting to the heat of his touch. “matt..” you breathed, your hands resting on his shoulders, trying to steady yourself as his fingers slid to your back, tracing the lines of your spine.

“yeah baby?” he breathed, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your lips—he was so close. it was dizzying how things escalated this quickly, but you loved it. you didn’t say anything, your hips rolling forward in an attempt to get what you wanted across.

he hummed, smirking as his hands slid back down to grip your hips. “want something sweetheart?” and you whined softly, nodding as you tried to roll your hips again, but his grip kept you in place. “yeah? gonna-“ he paused, licking his lips as he leaned in more, his lips brushing your own softly. “gonna let me take care of you? make it a birthday you won’t ever forget?”

“y-yes.” you whispered. matt chuckled, finally pressing his lips to your own. it was soft at first, but desperation got the best of you and you deepened the kiss. your tongue poking out, prodding at his lips to let you in. and he obliged, parting his lips, letting the wet muscle slip in. you moaned, your tongue gliding over his as he returned to force of the kiss.

your hands reached up, fingers intertwining into his brown locks as you pulled his face even closer—if that was even possible. you tugged, and matt groaned, your mouth swallowing the sound. with a swift, but gentle move, matt moved, guiding you backward, pressing your back against the edge of the hot tub.

the water sloshed around you both, his body slotting between your legs, chest still against yours as he leaned you down—pressing your back to the cold cement as your lower half stayed in the water. the sensation of being pressed into the edge of the tub while his body hovered over yours made you whimper, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist.

matt was the one who broke the kiss first, his breathing ragged just like your own. quickly his lips found your neck, trailing along the sensitive skin, teeth nipping as purple bruises formed along your flesh. you tilted your head back, giving him more access. “matt.” you moaned, your hands gripping his hair tighter as he sucked right under your ear.

“hmm.” he hummed, kissing across your collarbone now—slowly moving down to between your breasts. gently, his hand slid up your back, the touch making you arch towards him. and he took the opportunity to wrap his fingers around the string to your top, pulling until the fabric fell away from your chest.

you gasped as the cool air hit your now hardening nubs, but it didn’t last long when he dipped down to capture your right one into his warm, wet mouth. he groaned around your nipple, tongue swirling as his teeth bit down—biting the sensitive flesh before drawing back. watching as it slipped from his mouth, now wet with his saliva.

you cried out at the sensation, your hands wanting to push his head back down. “so needy baby.” he whispered, now turning his attention to your other nipple, giving it the same attention before he pulled away. “you want it?” he teased, a hand coming down to snake between your bodies as he pressed his fingers against your clothed clit, rubbing slow circles.

“pl-please matt..please!” you squeaked out, hips bucking up into his touch. his tongue darted out, licking his lips again as he leaned back down to press kisses to your skin. this time he moved further down, your eyes following as you propped yourself up on your elbows. your hips were still moving against his hand, but the feeling stopped as he pulled away.

a low whine emitted from your throat, but was cut off as he raised your hips higher in his grasp, both hands gripping you above the water. “shh sweetheart, m’gonna give you what y’want.” he muttered against you. and you watched with hooded eyes as he continued to kiss down to your hip bone. his blue eyes peered up at you before he smirked, trailing over to the right, his teeth latching onto the string on that side—tugging it until the bow came undone.

“oh f-fuck.” you moaned, watching as he slid his lips along your skin and did the same to the other string. your bottoms completely slipping away from your body, floating off in the water. matt couldn’t help but let his eyes fall to your wet core, your folds glistening against the fairy lights. “look at you.” he cooed, lowering your hips back into the water as his fingers came back to toy with your swollen clit. “so pretty baby. so wet f’me.”

he watched as he fingers glided along your folds, dragging them back up and pressing down a little harder. your hips bucked, moaning as your legs went to snap shut, but matt’s body prevented you from doing that. he grinned at your reaction, pulling his hand away again as his hand moved to his swim shorts. grabbing the waistband, he tugging the fabric down, letting his hard cock spring free—it obscenely bobbing up and hitting his lower stomach.

your mouth watered at the sight—watching as beads of pre cum trailed down the side. his hand gripped his based, stroking up as he gathered the pearly substance, his thumb digging into the slit before moving back down to smear it. he hissed at the feeling, pumping a few more times before bringing himself down.

your legs opened wider, welcoming him. leaning down more, he gently tapped the tip of his cock against your clit, sending waves of pleasure up your spine. your elbows lowering you back down, hands coming out to grasp at his arms. “matt..baby hurry up. please- ne-need it so bad.” you whined out, your legs trying to push him forward.

“i know sweetheart, i know. be a good girl and stay still, okay?” he whispered, the hand on your waist pulling you a little higher. you whined, but held your body still, feeling the tip of his cock move up and down on your sticky folds. he was teasing you—and on your birthday, how mean of him. your mouth opened to protest again, but before you could get a word out his cock slipped down, pushing past your puffy folds and into your slick walls.

your moans were loud and mingled, both your heads tipping back at the feeling. he stretched you so good, the slight burn making your eyes roll into the back of your skull. he always loved the way you felt around him, walls clenching like a vice. “fuck baby, y’feel so good. takin’ me so well, hm?” he gritted out, both his hands on your hips now as he slowly pushed himself until he bottomed out.

“ohhh fu-ck, mm feels s’good baby.” you moaned, your nails digging into his skin as his hips pulled back before thrusting forward again, skin flush with one another. “yeah? always such a good girl, takin’ me deep in here.” he cooed, snaking a hand up to press on your lower stomach, feeling the outline of his cock. “mhm!” you cried, back arching up into his touch.

your legs locked around him more, the water beginning to slosh over the edges as his hips picked up their pace—your wetness making him slid inside your gummy walls easier. your hips started to move with his own, fucking yourself on his cock the best you could, but his hand suddenly landed a smack to your thigh. you yelped, the pain blossoming into pleasure as your walls clenched tighter around him.

“i told you to hold still, didn’t i baby?” he grunted, your head nodding quickly. “then stay still, s’about you tonight. don’t gotta do a thing.” his words made your heart flutter, knowing he was taking care of you. “o-okay.” you choked out after a particular thrust of his hips.

but even after telling you to stay still, you couldn’t. your hips bucked up to meet each thrust of him, hands gripping him harder as his tip hit the perfect spot inside you. the water continued to slosh around your bodies, spilling out the sides as matt’s pace was ruthless. you could feel the knot beginning to form in your stomach, rapidly approaching.

but before you could give into the feeling longer, matt’s hips stopped and you cried out—eyes wide as you looked up at him. your orgasm fading away as fast as it came. “m-matt why’d you- st-stop?” you questioned, panting as your legs shook a little.

he didn’t say anything, didn’t pull out—he just gripped you and sat you up before moving himself to sit down in the water, carrying you with him. and when he sat down, his cock stuffed itself deeper inside you. you gasped at the new angle, your hips beginning to rock in their own.

“y’wanna move so much, then you can ride me baby.” was all he said before he began to move you up and down on him. you felt the burn immediately in your thighs, but you didn’t care. your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your face buried itself into his neck, moaning against his damp skin as you slid yourself up and down.

his own face buried into your neck, kissing at your dampened skin, helping your hips move as he bucked up every now and then. your loud moans and whines were muffled as you dug your teeth into his neck, biting the flesh. matt moaned, tossing his head back to give you more access. your thighs picked you up higher before you slammed back down, mewling as his tip kissed your cervix.

“shit baby—fuck do that again.” he whimpered, hands tightening on you as you lifted up again, bringing your hips down hard once more as your teeth moved to a new part of his skin. matt’s moan was loud, you could feel him twitch inside you and touch relished in the fact you were making him feel good.

you could feel the knot returning, the burning sensation in your thighs growing rapidly as well. “baby..” you moaned into his neck, letting the flesh go as you buried your face again. “yeah? gettin’ close baby? can feel you.”

“yesyesyes.” you chanted, rolling your hips now each time you moved down. you pulled away panting, leaning back as you bounced, your tits now in matt’s face—in full display for him. he leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth as he did earlier and sucked—his hands still helping you move.

“m’so close too.” he mumbled against you, pulling away with a wet pop before tipping his head up to look at you. your fucked out face was so pretty, he couldn’t help but to moan at the sight, his balls beginning to draw taut. “kiss me- please..please kiss me.” you pleaded, and—how could he deny you?

you leaned in at the same time he did, your mouths colliding in a heated and desperate kiss. teeth clashing and tongue’s fighting one another. a hand came up to the back of your head, threading through your hair as matt held you in place—the other one continued to help you bounce.

you moaned into the kiss, your gummy walls tightening more as the band became too tight. ��m’gonna- mmph!” your words and sounds were swallowed as matt kissed you deeper, desperately rocking his hips up quicker into you. and that’s all it took.

a scream slipped as you body shook, your fluids rushing out around his cock and it didn’t take long before matt was right behind you—doing a few final thrusts before he spilled into you. the white hot substance filling you to the brim.

you hadn’t stopped kissing, your teeth lightly nipping at one another’s lips as you both panted into the kiss. your hips rocked slowly as you came down from your high before they came to a stop.

when you finally came to a stop, your breathing was ragged—body shaking from how intense it all was. you pulled away from the kiss, matt’s jaw hanging slack as you took in his own flushed and fucked out face.

you giggled tiredly, your body slumping forward as you laid your head against his chest, cuddling up to him in the now very over heated water. his arms came up to hug you close to him, head moving to press a kiss to your own with his swollen pink lips. “happy birthday sweetheart.” he whispered.

“best birthday ever.”

a/n : this was supposed to be posted on my birthday but i just now finished it..it was collecting dust for almost a month..

[sebastianstanisahotmf]

Happy Birthday

Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

A/N As always likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Also if anyone knows someone who would be willing to make me collages for a couple character masterlists it would be greatly appreciated! xoxo

18+ MINORS FUCK OFF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH

Summary it's Buckys Birthday. That's it.

WC - 369

DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff, smut, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, Bucky Barnes, let me know if I've missed anything!

Bucky's thrusts are slow, but hard. Each slap of his hips against yours is a reminder of the long night you've shared.

Hickeys cover your body from your ankles to your jaw, a sign of Bucky's gratitude. Maybe this isn't what you expected when you were waiting for Bucky on your bed in his favourite set of lingerie. Maybe you were kidding yourself.

Either way, you are at the point where you're just accepting what Bucky gives you. It's not a surprise after seven orgasms from yourself and three from Bucky, leaving both of you sensitive and in a place where pain and pleasure meld together.

You let out a strangled moan as you near another orgasm, the pain almost too much with the sensitivity of your puffy folds, sloppy with a mixture of yours and Bucky's cum.

"Aww I know doll, just one more for me, yeah?" Bucky roughly whispers into your ear, in between gruff moans.

You nod faintly and try to respond but it just turns into a squeal, causing Bucky to chuckle lowly.

"C'mon babydoll, I got you, just let go" he whispers.

Your back arches and you moan louder than you ever have before as he reaches his vibranium hand down to rub your puffy, raw pearl to push you over the edge. You fall head first into an eye-watering orgasm which takes over your body, your back arches and you gasp from the intensity.

Bucky whines when he feels you squirt over his sensitive cock and shaking thighs. It only takes a few more thrusts until he's coming too, his legs shaking as he groans into your neck, his cum pumping into you rope after rope.

After a few minutes of panting and holding you close, Bucky pulls back with a hiss. He chuckles and wipes away your tears.

"'was s'pposed to let you relax," you slur.

"I am relaxed, doll" Bucky mumbles, his chest vibrating against yours.

"Happy birthday darlin'" you mumble and press a kiss to his cheek.

"happy birthday to me indeed" Bucky pauses before a mischievous grin makes its way onto his face, "now I've just got to top this for your birthday"

"fuck... don't think I'd survive that"

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[lowrisemiller]

Can you please make a fic of Joel giving birthday sex? (Totally not because my birthday is coming up :3) thank you so much I love reading all your fics 🫶🏻

ty for reading my work and happy early birthday sweetheart<33

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ɢɪꜰᴛ

yes ellie had a bday sex one shot and now joel is giving bday sex in a one shot not even 24 hours later

neighbor!joel miller x fem!reader one-shot

you usually spend every birthday alone until you hot neighbor who you have tension with decided to visit because he insists “you can’t spend your birthday alone.”

masterlist | 900 words | SMUT (oral f!receiving, PIV, soft dom!Joel, age gap(they don’t talk about their age difference but you can imagine an age gap) & praise kink

You almost don’t answer the door when you hear the knock — mostly because you’re sitting on your couch in an oversized tee, no bra, halfway through a cupcake and sulking about being alone on your birthday. But when you peek through the window and see Joel Miller on your porch holding a little brown paper bag, you scramble up with frosting still on your lip.

“Hey, birthday girl,” he says, stepping inside once you open the door, and you swear his voice sounds warmer than usual.

“You didn’t have to come,” you mumble, cheeks already heating.

Joel glances around your dim apartment, eyes landing on the cupcake tray, your half-wrapped blanket cocoon, and the soft movie flickering on the TV.

“Didn’t want you spendin’ your birthday all by yourself,” he says with a low, quiet drawl that makes your stomach flutter. “Brought something.”

He sets the bag down on your table. A single slice of pie from your favorite diner. A folded card. A little candle in a plastic wrapper.

You blink. “Joel…”

“S’nothin’, really. But—thought maybe I could keep you company.”

You nod, suddenly shy. Because this has been building between you and him for months — the lingering touches, the almost-kisses, the way he always looks at you a little too long. But neither of you has crossed the line.

Until now.

You laugh at his awkward candle lighting attempt and share bites of pie on your couch, the TV forgotten. His eyes flick to your bare thighs more than once. Yours keep dropping to his hands. The air grows thicker, sweeter.

And then, Joel brushes jam from the corner of your mouth — rough thumb swiping gently across your lip — and lingers.

“Can I give you one more birthday present?” he murmurs, voice low, eyes dark with something unspoken. “Only if you want it.”

You nod — breathless, needy, finally.

Joel leads you to your bedroom like it’s sacred ground. He kisses you slow first — hand cupping your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek — like he wants to savor this. You sigh into his mouth, fingers curling into his shirt.

“You ever had someone take their time with you on your birthday?” he whispers against your skin as he lays you back on the bed.

“No,” you breathe. “Just cake and awkward texts.”

Joel chuckles low in his throat. “Well, sweetheart, let me give you somethin’ better.”

He pulls your shirt up and off with reverence, mouth already kissing down your neck, collarbone, the swell of your breasts. When his lips wrap around your nipple, you arch into him, whimpering.

“You’re so soft,” he mutters, dragging his hand down your belly, hooking his fingers into your panties. “Let me taste you, darlin’. Wanna make you feel good.”

He sinks to his knees, tugging you to the edge of the bed, spreading you open like a gift he’s waited all year to unwrap. His tongue starts slow — one long, indulgent lick that makes you moan — then he’s devouring you. Lips and tongue working in tandem, one hand gripping your thigh while the other slides up to hold yours.

“That’s it, baby. Just let me have you. Let me make you cum for me.”

You cry out when he adds a finger, then another, curling them just right as he sucks your clit. The pressure builds fast — embarrassing how close you already are.

“You gonna come for me, birthday girl?” he groans, voice muffled against your soaked cunt. “Come on. Let me taste all of it.”

You fall apart with a gasp, legs trembling around his head. Joel doesn’t stop until you’re squirming, until he’s wrung every ounce of pleasure from you.

He kisses back up your body, licking his lips like he can’t get enough.

“I’ve been wantin’ this for a long time,” he murmurs, dragging his cock against your slick folds. “Wanted you. Didn’t know if I’d ever get to have you like this.”

“You do,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around him. “Tonight, you do.”

Joel pushes in slow, thick and hot and perfect. He stretches you open with a groan, forehead pressed against yours.

“Jesus, you feel good. Like heaven.”

He fucks you steady, deep — one hand braced beside your head, the other wrapped under your knee, angling you just right. He doesn’t rush. He takes his time, just like he promised.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight, baby. Can’t believe this is mine.”

“Feels so good, Joel,” you whimper. “Don’t stop.”

He leans down and kisses you again, this time messier, hungrier, hips stuttering as he gets closer.

“You gonna come for me again?” he growls. “Wanna feel you squeeze me when I fill you up. My sweet little birthday girl.”

You break apart under him, trembling and crying out his name, and that’s what finally sends him over the edge — thrusting deep as he groans against your neck, spilling into you with a low, guttural moan.

You lie tangled in the sheets, Joel’s big hand running lazily over your back. You press your face into his chest and smile.

“Best birthday ever.”

Joel hums. “Next year, we start earlier.”

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[pizzaapeteer]

Be nice to me

Summary: Enzo fucks you for your birthday. NSFW 18+, birthday sex, swearing, fem! reader, slight indications of a thicker reader. I used the prompt 'Be nice to me' from here

An: Happy belated birthday to @suugarbabe!! <3 Hope you enjoy this smutty and mostly written drunk fic! loveeee you always! 1.2k beware it was drunkly proof read.

The glistening of disco balls reflects under the light, bouncing, illuminating around the room in an electrifying way. Coordinately you shine in the centre, feeling irrepressible in your dress and an ultra sparkly tiara throned on the crown of your head. The glow of your success washes over you in throwing yet another vibrant birthday party. Everyone and anyone was here, you weren’t one to skim out on getting extra attention from a few extras. 

Walking with a strut that would cower a bull, you make an advancement over towards the kitchen in dire need of a refreshment. It takes endless energy to talk about yourself for the past few hours, but you’d do it in a heartbeat. It was your birthday, after all. You thrived under attention, drawn to the spotlight like a moth to a flame, entranced with the heads that turned to watch your every move. 

Spoiled, selfish, a little narcissistic perhaps, but that didn’t concern you. In fact, it was everything the man you craved tonight liked, and right now, that was all you wanted. A present that would be worth more than anything your parents spoiled you with - getting into Lorenzo’s pants.

Lucky for you, he stood, reaching over the counter, arranging himself in his own delectable beverage. Greedy fingers grasp around your preferred liquor, an easy excuse to approach him, not that you needed one. “Hey Handsome, having a good time?”

Lorenzo raises his head at the charming, flirtatious tone of your voice, his eyes taking their time, flicking down to snag another look at your birthday attire. He smirks, continuing pouring his drink, “Hey gorgeous, not bad. Though I wouldn't have expected any less of a party from little miss prima donna.” 

You grin, not offended by his slight dig as you edge closer towards him, nestling your shoulders against his, feeling the warmth of his arm. Entranced by the way his forearms flex in his movements of finishing mixing his drink, you run a hand up his shoulder. “You’re not being mean to me on my birthday. Are you now Enzo?” You can’t help but feel his muscles tense underneath your wanton touch, trailing it up till you caress the nape of his neck. 

Eyes lit with intent meet his dark brown ones, watching the way he shivers, releasing a deep chuckle. He shakes his head, “Never.” His throat bobs as he washes the liquor down, unable to take his eyes off you. 

“Good, it's my special day, after all. You have to be nice to me.” A glossy grin spreads as you run your fingers into his hair. 

He raises a brow. “Oh, do I just? How nice, sweetheart?” 

Your eyes sparkle with mischief and brazenness to his question, grabbing his hand with impure intention. He doesn’t protest, letting you drag him with a surprisingly tight grip towards the nearest bathroom. 

Next thing you know, he’s got you pressed up against the basin, his lips meshing with yours in a heated, sultry kiss. Hands groping eagerly, sliding under your dress with little respect, groping at your ass. Large hands flex over the wide skin, squeezing, spreading before he lifts you up onto the counter. 

Your hands thread into his hair with a roughness that entices deep groans from his sweet lips, his breath hot on yours. He shoves your dress, riding it higher up your generous thighs, yanking your #spoiled printed panties, causing a chuckle from him before he yanks them off. It’s all moving so fast, you’re not even sure if you locked the door properly, feeling the fresh air hit your soaking cunt. 

There's no time to worry as he pulls your legs forwards to the edge, throwing them over his shoulders, bending, he flattens his tongue licking up your slit. You struggle to watch the beauty that sits before you while Enzo laps continuously, his tongue expectedly gliding over every sensitive crevice of your clit. He peers up at you grinning satisfyingly, watching at how desperate you’re becoming for him, sliding two fingers in you. 

“Such a pretty pussy.” His eyes zone in on watching your hole stretch around his digits, listening to the sweet sounds of your moans. Biting his lip, his mind wandering to later at the bragging opportunity he’ll get to boast about to his friends, at every desperate whine you spill. 

He doesn’t wait for you to come and ignores your small complaints, pulling you in for a kiss, testing your flexibility. His hands move quickly, unbuckling his belt before lowering your legs off him, spreading them along the basin further. “Relax sweetheart.. Imma be so nice. Let you have the privilege of cumming on this thick cock.”

Watching with hungry eyes when he showcases his cock, and he smirks at your expression, only fueling his arrogance further. “How badly do you want me princess?”

With an arched back against the mirror, you stretch out your hands trying to grip him to come closer and frown, “I don’t beg Berkshire, and definitely not on my birthday so just-” Cut off with a loud gasp as he slides himself in, instantly filling you up. 

“Fuck, course you wouldn’t, princess,” He groans, his voice filled with sarcasm, his hips not waiting before they thrust, his cock gliding tightly against your warm walls. “Merlin, if I’d known you were gonna feel this good, I wouldn’t have waited this long.” 

All logical thoughts about whether the bathroom is soundproof or unlocked fly out the window in your pure pleasure. His hands press, widening your legs, rocking his hips smoothly in and out of your pussy. His cock’s the perfect length, it's already scraping against your g spot, causing you to become a whiney, filthy mess. The edging orgasm he left you without from oral spikes making you overwhelmed in your heighten state. 

“Enzo-Enzo, fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum already!” 

He groans. Usually this would agitate him as his hips pick up pace, his brows scrunching as the skin slapping hard together. He flickers his eyes over you, relishing in the worn out state you're displaying to him. He almost felt like it was his birthday instead. “It’s alright sweetheart, just this one time I'll let you cum earlier.”

You're too out of it to register his words about a second time, happily soaking up his permission to cum. Desperately, your hands reach out for something to grip before the coil snaps within you, succumbing to your body in bliss. With a loud moan, your head bangs against the mirror, your tiara tipping down as you fall apart, cumming over his cock. 

He groans at the way your pussy clenches, squeezing the thick of his cock, coating it in your warm wetness. “Fuck.. god I'm gonna -” His hips jut sloppily as he reaches his high as well, spilling his seed inside you.

He breathes rapidly, trying to calm his beating chest, fingers still dug into your thighs flesh. He releases his iron grip, smoothly rubbing the soft skin and takes in how spent you look. Pulling out, he fixes himself up and notices your tilted tiara. He chuckles, flashing you a smirk as he licks his lips briefly and fixes it, “Don’t go losing your crown."

He gazes over at you again, enjoying how wrecked you look. He tugs your dress down, helping you off the counter his hands steadying your wobbly form. With a surprisingly sweet kiss that doesn't match his words, he whispers, "Was that nice enough?"

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[starkeyisthelastname]

hello lily…. i just had a thought…… about dealer!rafe and me on my birthday his girl celebrating her bday 💖💖……. i cannot stop thinking about him

hi baby! 💖 you better get ready because this man is ready to spoil you even more than already he does and take you to pound town 😜.. hope you like it sweet angel and have the best birthday!!! @oceandriveab

The morning of your birthday, you get awoken by his head between your thighs. His tongue deep in your wet hole and nose hitting your clit just right. He would look up at you just as your sleepy eyes met his, a smirk on his handsome face as he pulled back. “Happy birthday mama.” His voice raspy, watching you bite your lower lip as he then dived back down into your ocean of a pussy.

It was when you walked outside, as he was going to take you shopping that you saw your dream car wrapped perfectly in a pink bow. Rafe did most of the driving, but when he was taking care of “business”, you occasionally needed to go somewhere and what better way now with the brand new luxury vehicle that cost him a pretty penny. Not that he worried how much it cost, he paid for it in cash. (Dirty money at that. 😅). You would open the door, the passenger seat holding a giant bouquet of flowers, along with neatly wrapped boxes that read Dior, Chanel, Cartier, Louis Vuitton and stacks of cash wrapped in silky ribbon. You always wondered how much money this man really made, but never questioned it as you enjoyed the princess treatment too much.

He would then take you shopping, letting you have a pamper day before a beautiful private dinner on the waters of the Outer Banks. He needed you blissfully happy and tummy full before we gave you a brutal birthday fuck.

You may have been drunk off expensive liquor, but you felt every thick and long inch of your man’s cock as he slid it in your soaked little hole. He made sure your knees were bent back, giving you that deep shit all while talking dirty to his birthday girl.

“Shit… that’s it my pretty fuckin birthday princess. Got that pussy soaked for daddy, huh?” Rafe drawled out, tone low and cocky as he watched his massive pipe stretch your fluttering hole out.

“Daddy…” You whined, your pretty eyes rolling back as he hit your sweet spot over and over. He was already about to give you your first orgasm of the night and you knew there were many more to come. “I.. slow down..” You gasped, the feeling almost too much as you reached out how to tap his toned stomach. It wasn’t that you wanted him to stop, but you were about to explode and embarrassed how quickly it was coming on.

“Move your hand and take this fuckin big dick. You know I’m not done with you yet, we are just getting started.” Rafe said between breaths, your plea following on deaf ears as he continued the hard thrusts to your sloppy cunt. “Giving my girl the birthday dick she deserves, yeah?”

He was about to give you round after round, making your birthday end with your pussy sore and the sheets soaked. A new car in the driveway, diamonds, designer bags, fed expensive food, and getting a dick one dreamed of having.

[sabi-luvr]

Birthday Girl

Synopsis: Todays your birthday, and what better way to celebrate than then a little love from your boyfriend?

Tags: Birthday Sex, Morning Sex cause i’m too lazy to write a whole fic, Creampie, Kissing, Idk what else

ITS MY BIRTHDAYYY

I didn't write that well today because I ain't doing allat

“Good Morning birthday girl.” The first thing when you wake up other than the sloppy kisses that Jongseob was busy placing on your neck.

Today, was your 20th birthday. Which to you might have been boring but to Jongseob? Just another big day to show you how much he loves you.

You didn’t expect to feel his cold, wandering hands in your panties as soon as you woke up. But you weren’t complaining, especially not when he knew your body so well.

“Morning..” A small mutter came out of your mouth, sleep evident in your voice and eyes. Though Jongseob didn’t see or hear it, not when your moaning was so loud.

“Good girl, Taking your gift so well..” In such a short amount of time, he was able to pull an orgasm from you, licking his fingers clean.

He moved to hover over you, Pulling down your panties completely. “Gonna stuff you full now, ‘mkay pretty?”

Words just couldn’t form after his cock entered you, Filling you to the extent. More than usual

His hips started rocking against yours, slower than faster. Making sure your pleasure was before him always.

“Gonna cum..” Is the only thing Jongseob could hear, that and the sound of your pussy squelching around his cock.

“Fuck, me too” Jongseob added, heavy breathing coming from him. His fast pace seemed to be catching up to him, The headboard rocking heavily

Lewd moans were heard from the two of you, filling the entirety of the room. Your legs shaking as you orgasmed, Feeling Jongseob shoot his hot load in you

He collapsed next to you, still breathing heavily.

“We should probably get ready for our brunch reservations, or we’re gonna be late.”

“Excuse me?”

[rikkiz]

hey my love, i looove ur works sooo much but d’you have any thoughts for bday celebrations wink wink with riki 😵‍💫 especially since it’s also my bday 2day 🤸🏻‍♀️

Birthday Sex - Nishimura Riki

Your entire birthday was filled with complete innocence. You spend most of the time with your boyfriend and other friends and family. Your mom gracefully let you sleep over at your boyfriend's house and to say you were excited would be an understatement.

When you got there, as soon as he shut the door behind him, you heard it lock as well and he was practically pouncing on you as he pushed you down on the bed and his lips attacked yours.

Nothing much was spoken besides random mumbled words as you undressed. He was about to grab a condom when you stopped him and he looked at you, wondering what you were doing.

"You can pull out on time, right?" You asked, heart pounding as you did so.

"Yeah." He breathily said as he retracted his hand from the nightstand drawer and he went back over to you.

When he slid in, it felt like heaven. It felt totally different without the condom and you liked it a lot. He definitely agreed with the way he was groaning out in pleasure.

Once he saw that you were comfortable he began to slowly move his hips but eventually, his movements quickened, though it wasn't frantic movement like it could be and it wasn't all that rough as it could be as well. It was more passionate today. Partly because it was your birthday but also because it was his first time fucking you raw and it felt all the more intimate.

The new experience had the both of you coming undone all the more faster than usual and he held out as best as he could as he fucked you through your orgasm before he was pulling out, fucking his hand a few times, before his cum was spurting all over your bare stomach.

You both had to catch your breath after all that but Riki was the one to break the silence, "I love you, baby." He said and you looked into his eyes.

"I love you too." You responded.

"Did you have a good birthday?" He asked.

"The best birthday." You answer and he smiles before leaning in and kissing you. That wasn't the end of the night yet.

A/N: Happy birthday anon!

[t0yac1d]

Sweet Dreams (JJ.Maybank x F!Reader)

Warnings: thigh fucking & grinding/dry humping

Word Count: 532

Part II

It's late in the night, a cool summer night. You and JJ were fast asleep on John B's couch, Kei and Pope on the floor, and Sarah with John B in his room. The group hung out for the day and ended it at the Routledge residence. The house was quiet, nothing making a noise besides the occasional snore coming from Pope.

JJ was having trouble sleeping though, you looked so pretty today and the swimsuit you wore made the blood from his brain rush to his dick. For the entire day he's been sporting a hard on, not ever getting a chance to relieve himself. 

So there he was, wide awake trying his hardest to fall asleep and trying his best to not grind his painfully hard dick against your ass. The same ass that's been nudging against him for the past hour. "It wouldn't be wrong, right? Just for a little.." he thought to himself.

He lightly grabbed onto your hips and moved his against your ass. "S-shit.." he sighed, the slight friction easing some of the pain. He moved again, pressing into you a little harder, letting out a shaky moan and burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

The slow movements gradually got faster, the slow grinding turned into him rutting against you, like a dog in heat. All of this movement caused you stir, halting JJ's movements. Making sure you were still asleep, he started moving his hips again, slowly.

The friction wasn't enough though, he wanted more, he needed more. He pulled his pants and boxers down, or at least enough for his dick to spring out and breathe. 

The cold air hit his tip causing him to shiver and stifle a moan. Pulling you close and stroking himself, spreading his pre-cum, he pushed himself between your thighs. He knew it was weird, to grind and hump on you while you were sleeping, but fully fucking you didn't make him feel better, your thighs will suffice for this one time. 

Thrusting his hips he let out a moan,a little too loud making everyone in the room stir and mumble, he bit his lip trying to silence himself. Dipping his head in the crook of your neck he let out an airy breath and kissed your shoulders, hips thrusting faster and balls slapping against the back of his thighs. 

Whining and huffing in your ear, kissing and nipping at your neck, he was getting closer and closer to cumming all over your thighs. JJ grabbed your thighs, squeezing them tightly, tight enough it might even leave a mark. His hips began to stutter and his hands gripped your thighs and hip while he bit his lip, hard enough to cause it to bleed and pushing his head further into your neck. 

His dick twitched and his cum shot out, covering your thighs and some of the couch. Panting, he slid himself from between you and started getting up to get something to clean you up and to clean the couch off when he heard shuffling. "I'll meet you in the bathroom, only fair if I get something too. Right?" You smiled, catching JJ off guard.

[alastor-simp]

Birthday Boy🥳 - Angel Dust x Female Reader Part 2/2 (R-18 MDNI)

❥Warning- This story contains sex (NSFW), so if you underage and reading this, Please skip it.

❥Summary: Angel's Dust birthday party just finished and now you are wrapped like a present for him😏

❥Tags - Angel Dust x Female Reader, Flirting, Teasing, Fluff, Lingerie, Cosplay, P in V Smut, Birthday Sex, Licking, Boob Job, Spanking,

❥Notes - Here is the Part 2 of the sexy spider birthday smut. I had posted this a few months ago but it got deleted, so here it is again. Enjoy!

❥Credit - Divider credit to @cafekitsune

❥Part 1/2 of Story here: Link

"Sooo~, does the birthday boy wanna open up his present? Your voice spoke in a whisper, as you continued to lay back, body wrapped in the red body bow gift that was hanging on your sensual body. Angel Dust remained unmoving on the bed, brain still trying to wrap his head around your seductive presentation. He felt his member beginning to rise, which you caught as you looked down, happy that he was responding to you. "I can see that you love your gift~." Moving your foot towards his length, you rubbed your toe on it, earning a moan from Angel.

Laughing softly, Angel moved your foot away with his hands, as he slowly moved to hover over you, eyes glistening with desire. "You're driving me insane here, toots. I will gladly accept my present." Four of his hands laid touches all over your body, earning a small moan from you. Pushing his head closer to yours, foreheads touching, eyes serious, as he softly gazed at you. "Open your mouth, please."

Whispering out, you obeyed his instruction and opened wide, tongue sticking out. His tongue soon connecting with yours, joining them together in a wet kiss, causing you both to moan. Two of his hands, wrapped around your lower back, hugging you closer to him, deepening the kiss. His eyes remained opened, staring at your reactions, you were always so cute he thought.

His lips were so sweet, tasting like the cake that he just had downstairs. Your hands moved to his head, rubbing the back of his fluff while holding his cheek with the other, Drawing away from each other, leaving a string of spit behind, you both stared at each other, softly panting from the intense kiss. His lips drew back to kiss you again, then moving to your cheek, your eyelids, your forehead, then slowly moving down to your neck, sending shivers down your back. His kisses stopped at your red covered breasts, tongue sticking out to lick across his lips. "Time to unwrap my present now~!"

Hooking his fingers on the red bow, he slowly pulled it down, your breasts springing out in full view. He devilishly smirked, hands moving to cup your soft mounds, thumbs flicking your nipples. "Ah!" You continued to moan at the sensations, as Angel continued to play with your breasts. "So soft and perky~. I wonder how they taste?" Tongue sticking out, Angel bent down, sticking one of the nipples in his mouth, while his fingers continued to torture the other. "Mmmmm Angel~." This felt so good, he was crazy with his tongue. His tongue continued to twirl around your nipple, making it harden as the one he was pinching began to turn red from the ministrations.

Removing his mouth from you, he stood up, his shadow casting down on you. Displeased that he stopped, you were going to tell him to continue, but stopped when you saw him remove the red thong he was wearing, showcasing his long erection at you. Taking note of your silence, he smirked at you, "Like what you see, toots?" You giggled at him, lips pulled into a smirk. "Yes....do you?" Legs spreading out, you allowed Angel to get a good look at your string-held crotch, dripping in your juices. Eyes widening at that, Angel stilled for a second before smirking back at you. "Very~."

Leaning his body over you, he sat on your belly area, his dick presented in front of you. "I'm gonna fuck your tits babe." Positioning closer to your chest, Angel placed his erection right in the middle of your soft mounds, engulfing it with your breasts. He slowly started to move, his lengths moving in and out of your breasts, the tip popping out in front of your face. "Ahhh...my satan, this feels incredible!" Throwing his head, Angel moaned out in pleasure, moving his hips faster. You were moaning as well as the way he was touching were breasts while giving himself a boob job was so addicting, it made your toes curl a bit. Wanting to satisfy him more, you stuck out your tongue, licking the tip of his length whenever it popped out of your breasts, making him moan louder. "Ahhhh...babe....keep doing that..and I'm gonna..." Angels voice was raspy with need, wanting very much to come.

Humming, you continued to lick at his tip, hands raising up to grasp his behind, pulling him closer towards you. Moaning out your name, Angel drew to a halt, cum shooting out on your face and tongue. Closing your mouth, you swallowed what was in your mouth, gazing up at Angel, hungrily. Angel looked back at you, seeing your messy face giving you an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that....Let me clean you up." His hand reached for a napkin plus a small bottle that was below his bed, using the napkin to wipe away at the excess cum on your face. Once he was done, he kissed you again, napkin throw across the room without a care in the world.

Pulling away, Angel leaned back, bottle of mysterious substance, probably lube, in his hands, while the other two had grabbed at your string thong and moved it to the side. Popping the bottle open, he poured the liquid on your lower lips, body jolting at the chilly feeling. His fingers then slowly began to spread the lube all over, inserting them inside every now and then, trying to make it bearable enough for you, when he has to enter. "This feels so good!" Your thoughts scream out, as you continued to moan at the sensations. Retreating his fingers out of you, Angel grasped his length, positioning it at your entrance, but refused to enter. His face appeared hesitant, as he continued to look at your entrance then back to you. "Listen, its my first time doing this with a dame...so I'm gonna need some reassurance that I'm doing alright."

Blinking up at Angel, you slowly burst into laughter, earning a confused look from Angel. One of your hands grabbed his, giving it a soft squeeze, "I'm prepared Angel, don't worry......plus since I am your birthday gift, you can do whatever you want with me. Spank me, lick me, bite me, do whatever your heart desires~"His colored eyes widen at you, dick springing back to life at your seductive words. The hesitation was gone, replaced with a very turned on look, as Angel smiled, showing his golden tooth at you. Slowly pushing his hips forward, Angels rod slowly began to enter you, hitting your inner walls, making you groan.

There was a small sting when he entered, causing your eyebrows to knit together in pain, but it quickly disappeared, leaving only the sensation of him being fully inside of you. He moved his body back down, hovering over your body, as he was panting from how amazing your insides felt. "You okay?" He was still questioning you, worried if he was hurting you. When he got a nod of approval from you, he started to move, hips moving back and forth, rod caressing your inner walls. The pleasure was slowly increasing the more he moved, causing you to wrap your hands and legs around him, drawing him even closer. A harsh slap was soon met to your butt cheeks, making you jump, "Yeah, you like it when I spank you....right babe?" Angel smirked at you, giving another harsh slap to your behind, making you scream from the pain and pleasure. "Ahhh..yes....do it again!"

Angel awarded you with another round of slaps, cheeks burning red. His movements grew faster, causing your head to fall back on the bed. Silencing your moans, Angel pushed his tongue back inside of your mouth, kissing you while gyrating his body faster, ready to come at any moment. Soon your vision turned white, as you felt your body shake from the rough orgasm, nails clawing at Angels back, earning a groan from him. His hips drew to a stop, come exploding inside of you, yet he kept his mouth connected with yours, swallowing your moans.

He slowly moved his head back ending the kiss. His eyes were gazing at you lovingly, hands moving to caress your cheeks, as he placed another kiss to your forehead. His head then dropped to your chest, as he heaved a sigh. "Best....birthday....present.....ever!" Chuckling at his cuteness, you ran a hand through his hair, tousling his white furry locks, "Glad you enjoyed it.........wanna go for round 2?" Hearing a muffled snort from him, he lifted his head, magenta eyes gazing at you, "I'm all for a second round, toots, but lets just cuddle for a bit, okay?" It felt like your heart skipped a beat, hearing that adorable phrase from him. Your hand continued to rub at his head, while the other pulled him in closer, squishing his face back into your soft mounds, "Okay."

-END-

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[babbymochiiii]

🔞BIRTHDAY SURPRISE: JOHNNY SUH

↪︎pairing: idol! Johnny x afab! reader

↪︎genre: smut, fluff, romance

↪︎warnings: established relationship, johnny getting blind folded, oral (m), unprotected sex (y’all wrap it up pls), dick riding, dom johnny, sub reader, daddy count (1), dirty talk, Johnny coming inside of reader, pet names; hers: angel, baby; his: baby

↪︎synopsis: you give Johnny a birthday surprise 🎁

↪︎word count: 1.7k

note ✨: Happy birthday to Johnny!!! 🥳 decided to write this fic that’s been brewing in my mind for a bit just because 🤷🏼 and besides it’s straight to the point 😂🫶🏼

requests are open! 🤎

divider credit @chaefilm 🖤

“You’re blind folding me?” Johnny lets out with a chuckle as he goes along with whatever you have planned.  

“It’s part of your birthday surprise.” You giggled as you finished off tying the red silk ribbon around his head as you straddled his lap.  

“And what could that birthday surprise be?” Johnny hummed sensually as he placed his hands on your hips.  

“You just gotta wait and find out.” you whispered in his ear as you gave him a small kiss at the shell of his ear.  

Goosebumps formed around the base of Johnny’s neck down to his arm as his grip on your hips tightened. “You’re teasing...” he realized.  

“Of course, I am... I gotta build the tension while I have you blinded folded.” you said as you slowly climbed off his lap and towards his hardened length that happily sits high against the air leaking beads of pre cum, waiting for attention of its own.  

You came face to face with Johnny’s tip. A strangled moan leaves his lips as he felt your warm breathing hit his shaft causing for a shiver to run through his body. Before he could protest to you, you started to kitten lick his tip, causing him to throw his head back in ecstasy at the feeling.  

You continued to kitten lick, enjoying the look of pleasure and torment that started to wrap around Johnny’s facial expression. Johnny bucked his hips up trying to gain some sort of other type of stimulation as he knew that he didn’t like you teasing him with such small licks.  

“Tsk, you’re getting needy.” you retorted as you started to fist his shaft.  

With a groan, Johnny bucked up at the sensation. “Watch your tone angel. I may be blind folded but that doesn’t mean you have the reigns completely.” he said between teeth as he felt you take as much of his length into your mouth.  

“Mmm, you’re always more talk than action anyways baby.” you mumbled as you gasped up for air before going back down and bobbing your head just the way Johnny likes it.  

Johnny sat up as much as he could without hurting both you and him and wrapped his fingers in your hair pulling you off of him. “Don’t tempt me angel, you know I’ll make you regret it.”  

“Regret it? More like make me love it.” you said as you gave him a somewhat fucked out smile.  

“Tsk, you’re a brat, you knew that?” johnny sneered as he blindly guided you back to what you were doing.  

Happily going back to business, you started to deep throat Johnny, causing you to gag around his length as you tried to control your breathing.  

Johnny felt the way you swallowed around him causing him to groan and tighten his grip on your hair. Making your eyes tear up even more as you continued to push down on him before pulling away, causing strings of saliva to connect from the tip to your mouth.  

“I didn’t say you could stop.” Johnny said as he pushed your head back down on his shaft and started to face fuck you, not showing you any sort of mercy.  

“Fuck angel your throat is so tight.” Johnny moaned out as he held you down to where the tip of your nose touched the base of his shaft.  

You tapped Johnny’s thigh, signaling to him to need to breath, to which he lets you up and lets you catch your breath. As you tried to go back down on him, Johnny pulled your head back.  

“I’m not cumming like this. Ride me.” he ordered, not leaving any room for discussion.  

You bit your lip as you tried to suppress the smile on your face. “Yes, daddy.” you said as you straddled his lap once again.  

Once situated, you take hold of his shaft and align him to your entrance. You slowly sink down, making the two of you moan out at the sensation of your joining.  

“Soaking wet as always.” Johnny comments as he felt your slick trinkle down from between your folds to his base.  

A moan leaves your lips as his words as you slowly started to fuck yourself.  

You held onto his shoulders to level yourself as you started to pick up speed just as the pleasure started to become deliciously intense. Not being able to hold back anymore, Johnny takes hold of your hips as slams you down. This causes you to arch your back and moan out in pleasure at the sensation.  

He held you in place as he started to fuck up into you, completely getting lost in the pleasure. You couldn’t complain as this was exactly what you wanted from him. “F-fuck angel you feel so fucking good.” He moans as he bit his bottom lip.  

With how intense he was fucking you, the blind fold started to fall down from its original position. Not like either of you cared that it came off, just the intense eye contact that was happening could cause goose bumps to form on your skin.  

When the blind fold came off, Johnny could see the pleasure written all over your face as you looked at him. He saw the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head before you threw your head back as strings of moans leave your lips.  

Johnny took hold of your waist and flipped both of you over to where he was on top of you, not once coming out of you. He continued his brutal pace inside of you making you see stars.  

“So beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous my angel.” Johnny moaned out as he started to see how fucked out you were becoming. 

“Mmhm, y-yes…” you trailed off as you moaned.  

“Dumb on my cock already angel?” Johnny teased as he started to tweet with your harden nipples.  

“Y-yes — “a moan coming from you cut you off as Johnny’s hand trails down to your clit, squeezing it between his fingers.  

“Hmmm, just how I like to see you.” Johnny mumbled to himself as he watched the way you react to his touch.  

Johnny’s eyes trail down from your face to where you both join together. Seeing the way, you sucked him inside of you had him going feral inside. He pulled out of you, causing you to whimper at the lost feeling of being full.  

“Just for a moment baby, I need you to turn for me, okay?” Johnny said as he helped you turn onto your stomach.  

Automatically, you arched your ass up off of the bed giving Johnny a full show of your pussy, slick coming out of it for how good he was fucking you.  

“Fuck angel, look at the way you’re dripping.” Johnny says as he takes hold of your ass cheeks and spreads them apart so he could get a better view of your wet entrance.  

“J-Johnny please…” you whine as you pushed yourself against him.  

A slap landed right on your ass, causing you to jolt forward with a moan. “Patience.”  

You whimpered as you looked over your shoulder to see Johnny completely mesmerized by the sight before him.  

Johnny delivered a couple more slaps before kneading the tender flesh in his hands. He leaned down and placed kisses along your ass cheeks before he bit into one, making you moan loudly.  

Aligning himself with your entrance, Johnny thrusted himself into you in one go delivering the fullness you’ve been trying to regain back.  

Johnny continued the brutal pace from before, chasing the high within both of you that he knew was around the corner.  

“I-I’m…” you trailed off as you stuffed your head between the pillows below you as the pleasure was too much to bear with.  

“Fuck yourself on my cock angel.” A hiss escapes through his lips as you start to move yourself along his shaft, chasing the height that’s building up tightly.  

With a twitch from your walls and one last thrust on Johnny’s cock, you found your legs shaking in pleasure causing them to give out.  

Johnny followed your movement. He pressed himself deeper inside of you due to the position of you laying down completely on the bed. He continued thrusting into you hastily helping you through your orgasm, causing some overstimulation, as he chased after his own high.  

You felt like you were on cloud nine as Johnny brought you into overstimulation. Small, whiny moans leave your lips as he continued.  

You felt Johnny’s cock twitch inside of you, signaling that he’s about to release his load.  

“Angel, fuck I’m so close.” Johnny groaned out as he continued.  

“Inside.” You mumbled into the pillows.  

Johnny took hold of your hair and pulled your head back. “What was that angel?” He whispered into your ear.  

Chills run down your back as goosebumps rise onto your skin. “I-inside of me baby please.” You cried as you felt you were close to a second orgasm.  

“Fuck baby…you drive me crazy.” Johnny said as he brought his lips onto yours, shoving his tongue inside of your mouth to dominate the kiss.  

Lost in the kiss, you felt the sensation in your stomach tighten once again causing you to clench around Johnny. 

“Mmgh, fuck!” Johnny moaned out of the kiss as he started to release his load.  

As you felt the hot strands of his cum inside of you, you came around his cock for the second time tonight.  

Johnny put his weight on his arms so he wouldn’t fully collapse on you. Slowly, Johnny moved to the side, careful not to hurt you as he was still inside of you. He brought the two of you to your sides where he pushed the hair that clung onto your sweat damp forehead away from your face.  

Johnny softly caressed your arm; this causes you to stir slightly at the gentle sensation. Groggily, you opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder to see Johnny smiling down at you with a gentle smile. 

“Happy birthday baby.” you said softly as you took hold of his hand.  

“Thank you for the birthday surprise angel.” Johnny said as he placed a tender kiss on your shoulder.  

With one last shared kiss, the two of you drifted off into sleep content with another successful birthday surprise.  

ummm thANK YOU TO MY 100+ FOLLOWERS!? ☹️🖤 honestly to see that so many of you like what I write is enough but to see that many of you following me makes me cry in joy 😭🫶🏼 thank you thank you thank youuuuu you guys encourage me 🖤

But I hope you guys enjoyed this fic! Had to give Johnny something for his birthday (ofc he ain’t seeing this cause— well 💀)

So much love from me to you MWAH MWAH 😚🖤

— mochi 🕷️

[writtenbyan-aries]

Summary: anon request - "can you do a smut with jake for readers birthday? (today is my birthday!!)"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, birthday sex, hair pulling, biting, oral (f rec), unprotected sex, general filth 

Word count: 1.3k 

Happy birthday 🖤

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You feel a hand run up your arm, trying to gently wake you up. 

You smile, moving your hand back to feel a body very close to yours, "What are you doing awake?" You open your eyes, "It feel ea-" 

Red, heart shape balloons are scattered around, kissing the ceiling. 

"Jake?" You question as you sit up, holding the blanket over your chest that's still bare from the night before, "What is this?" 

He stays laying down, running his hand up and down your back, "Happy birthday, baby." 

You look back at him, a smile on your face, "Thank you." He sits up, reaching over to the stand to bring over a plate of cupcakes. 

He brings up his lighter, lighting the wick and he looks up at you, nothing but love in his eyes, "Make a wish." 

You tilt your head, biting your lip as you smile. You lean forward, a puff of air coming through your lips to blow out the flame. 

He smiles, sticking out his tongue a little as he swipes some icing onto his finger, "Here, try this." He brings his finger up to your lips, "It's so fucking good." 

You look from him to his finger and lean in to wrap your lips around it, sucking the icing from it. 

When your eyes meet his, all the love in his eyes have been replaced by lust. 

You smirk slightly, "I take it you know what I wished for?" He shrugs as he sets the plate of cupcakes down, "I may have a hunch." 

You reach over to the plate, swiping icing onto your finger. You bring it down, wiping a line down your chest, "Oops." 

You look up at him and he tilt his he's as his eyes flick down, "Here.." he holds his hands out to his sides then lays one on his chest, "..allow me." 

He leans in, dipping his head down to drag his tongue up your skin, collecting the icing on his tongue. 

Your breath hitches in your throat, biting down on your lip as your hand moves to gently lay on the back of his head. 

He leans back, smirking up at you. Your hand that's still on his head, pulling him towards you to you can kiss him. 

You smirk within the kiss, leaning back as your hand blindly searches for the plate of cupcakes, "I think you missed a spot." 

"Oh did I? Hmm." Jake looks down, watching as you push the blanket away, revealing you bare breasts. 

"Right... here." You swipe some icing on your nipple, repeating the quick process to the other one. 

You look up at Jake and he moves the plate before moving his body over yours, causing you to lay back. 

He kisses down your neck and over your collar bone, before reaching your icing covered nipples. He takes the first one into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue. 

You arch your back, moaning out as your fingers tangle in his hair. 

He licks the first one clean, replacing his mouth with his hand as he moves on to the other one, doing the same thing with that one. 

"You know.." he says between kissing up your chest. 

"What?" You ask as he kisses up your neck. He lifts his head, "You've always been sweet." 

You can feel your cheeks heat as he gives you a quick wink, "Just lay back and relax for me. This is all about you, birthday girl." 

You smile, "Okay." 

He pecks your lips before kissing back your jawline, down your neck, chest and torso. 

He pulls the blankets the rest of the way off, revealing your bare lower half, "You look extra delicious today." 

You bite your lip, spreading your knees, "You think?"

He lays his hands on your knees as he situates himself, "I know." He moves back and lays down on his stomach. His hands slip under your thighs and licks his lips before leaning in to you circle your clit with his tongue. 

You gasp quietly, eyes rolling back at the initial pleasure. 

Jake groans against you as he slips his tongue down in between your folds. His digs his finger tips into your skin, pulling you closer. 

His tongue runs up and down, in and out, earning moan after moan to come from your lips. 

You lay your hand on his head, looking down at him as you whimper and gasp, "J-Jake.. baby.." 

Your back arches off the bed, moaning out as his nose bumps your clit in all the right ways. 

You were close, you didn't want him to stop - and he knew just that. 

He pushes his hand through, bringing it around to lay on your waist before sliding his fingers down to gently add pressure to your clit. 

"F-fuck, fuck, fuck." You whimper, "Yes yes yes." 

Your fingers tangle in his hair, earning a louder groan from him when you pull. 

His fingers press down on your clit as his tongue pushes into you. You roll your hips slightly, becoming a mess as you let go and allow all of that pleasure to roll into your body. 

Moaning and whimpering loudly as your legs relax to the sides. 

Jake leans back, crawling up your body. He looks down at you, a smirk plastered on his face, "You seem to enjoy that." 

You open your eyes, smiling up at him, "You have no idea." You pull him down, connecting your lips with his. 

The taste of your self washing over your own tongue. 

He swallows your moans as he grinds against you, his cock hard within the hold of his boxers. 

You slip your hand between your bodies, pulling at the band of his boxers. He reaches down, pushing them down, and you wrap your hand around his cock, earning a gasp from him. 

You smirk slightly before continuing to kiss him. Your legs move to wrap comfortably around his hips as he moves between your thighs.

Your eyes are glued to his, lips parted as he slips his cock into you. 

A loud moan sounds from you as a groan comes from him as he buries his face into your neck. Your arm wraps tight around his neck, your breathing heavy as you wait for him to move. 

He pulls out, thrusting back in, both of you moaning. He lifts his head slightly, just enough to kiss and suck a mark into the skin of your neck. 

His thrusts are steadily paced, as his focus is on making sure you feel good first.

Your chest pushes against his, forehead against his, breathing out, "F-" you gasp, "Fuck." 

His moans lowly as he kisses you, sliding a hand up your side to pull your one arm away from his neck. He continues to slide his hand up until his hand meets yours, interlocking your fingers with his, "You feel so good, so fucking good." 

He buries his cock into you, eyes closing as he feels you pulsating around him. 

"Baby." His voice is quiet, "Cum for me." 

You tighten your legs, "Make me." 

He smirks, "Mm." He pulls out, thrusting back in at a quicker pace than before, his hand still pinning yours down. 

He dips his head down, marking the other side of your neck, "You're so beautiful." He kisses up your neck, nipping the lobe of your ear, "Pussy is perfect." 

You moan at his words. 

You loved being praised. 

"Can't ever get enough of you." He mumbles as he kisses up your neck. You tilt your head back, smiling, "Guess it's a good thing we have all day then, right?" 

He nods, "You're mine for as long as I can have ya." 

You smile, gasping as Jake repeatedly hits that perfect spot inside of you, "F-fuck, fuck. Right there." You moan loudly, tilting your head back, "Fuck!" 

"Come on baby, cum for me." Jake's voice is low in your ear, but it's just enough to get that band in your belly to snap. 

Your legs tighten around him, your hand squeezes his and you let out a long string of moans, repeating his name. 

You feel his thrusts grow slowly, and he tries to save himself to last longer, but fails. 

He pulls out, spilling his cum onto your pelvis, "Fuck." He sighs, laughing slightly, "I tried to hold off." 

You lay your hand on his cheek, "It's okay. We got all the time in the world, remember." He rolls off of you, reaching down to grab the towel that's on the floor. 

He wipes you off and you sit up, running your hand through your hair as Jake lays back on the bed. 

"Birthday sex?" He asks and you look at him, laughing slightly, "What?" 

He smirks, "Your wish.. was birthday sex?"

You sigh, smiling, "Yeah, but not just one time." 

"Oh I know." He wraps his hand around your arm, pulling you back to lay next to him. 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I hope you liked this. Sorry to keep you guys waiting! Thanks for being patient with me! 

As usual, let me know how you liked it! 

I love ya's! 

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[dodgerkedavra]

Ask for the Ancient Paths

A birthday month gift for @fastbrother! And for Draco's forty-fifth!

On the thirteenth day in the flat, he’s horribly sober and desperate enough to consider knocking on the neighbour’s door to inquire about any possible alcohol when his owl—come all the way from Wiltshire—soars through his kitchen window and drops the Prophet on the table.

The front page is largely consumed by a photo of Draco’s father.

Not only Draco’s father, of course. Draco’s father, sitting in the terraced garden for the patients in the Janus Thickey ward. Sitting down for tea with Harry Potter, who leans in to speak to Lucius and, as he does, touches Lucius’s left wrist as if it’s nothing. As if his sacred fingertips aren’t separated from the Mark by a bit of cloth.

Draco seethes about it all afternoon, tries to wash away his thoughts with a scalding shower, and fails utterly. He barges through the wards at Grimmauld Place just before midnight, the torn-off front page of the Prophet clutched in his hand.

“What’s all this?” Draco says when Potter appears in the foyer, and shoves the offending photo into his chest hard enough that it should conceal his tremors. “Defeating the Dark Lord wasn’t enough? Are you really so concerned with proving you’re a bloody fucking saint?”

Potter un-crumples the photo and glances at it. His expression is gentle, just as it is in the bloody photo. “No.”

“Well!” Draco stuffs his hands into his pockets. The thousand cutting things he wanted to say wilt on his tongue. “Fine. I’m staying here tonight.”

A single, saintlike blink. “Okay.”

Rating: E Words: 7.5kish

Read Ask for the Ancient Paths on AO3

Special thanks to @toomuchplor and @itsphantasmagoria for their illustrious beta reads of this piece. God and I both laughed a lot when @toomuchplor suggested it could be short 🤣

[alexandritefang]

Wax play with a sub to celebrate his dom's birthday. Tie him up with pretty ribbons, making them look like a present. Aren't they pretty little things to use after all? The laces restraining his twitching cock from cumming matching so perfectly with the wax stains on their marked up thighs. What a pretty birthday gift.

[kamii-2]

hey pookie! so since it’s ice’s birthday maybe you should write a smut for her when your request are open!

-👾

(ik your request aren’t open but when they are you should totally make this)

hi 👾 anon!! i love this request so much and im so sorry this is late but i hope you enjoy it!!

warning(s): cussing, smut

genre: smut & fluff

pairing(s): ice brady x reader

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for ice’s birthday she wanted to hang out with her friends and family and obviously you, so you guys went out to dinner with her friends and we’re going to visit her family later that week.

after dinner on the way back to your apartment ice seemed a little upset. “what’s wrong baby?” you questioned glancing over at her while you drove, “you didn’t get me anything for my birthday. you’re the only person who didn’t, even my family members sent me something.” ice answered while clearly getting more mad. “ice you’re about to get your present when we go back to my apartment, it’s more than one thing too.” you told her trying to not spoil what it was. ice smiled at your answer and didn’t ask any more questions.

the moment you guys parked she immediately got out and went to the driver side to open the door and drag you out. she figured out what the surprise was the moment you replied to her in the car earlier. she grabbed your hand and took you all the way to your apartment, not letting go of your hand once. “i can tell you’re excited.” you smiled at her while giving her a kiss that she immediately turned into making out. she pulled away just for a second, “jump.” she said while moving her hands from your waist so you could jump up. she grabbed your waist and you wrapped your arms around her neck and continued to kiss her.

she pulled away to walk to your room as you kissed her neck and left hickies, “fuck.” she breathily whined out. when you guys got to the bedroom she say you down on the bed, “i wanna top tonight. it’s your birthday and i barely ever get to fuck you.” you pulled her in with your legs and looked up at her with doe eyes, “that’s fine with me but i have to get you at least once tonight.” she agreed while grabbing your hands. you smiled hard at this and immediately started to take off your girlfriends jean shorts. “do you plan of fucking me while i stand?” she jokingly questioned, “shit you’re right, lay down.” you told her as she went and sat down on the bed. you pushed her back a little for better access and took off her jeans and underwear.

she spread her legs for you and leaned back on her elbows to watch you. you sucked on her clit softly and put two fingers in her, thrusting in and out slowly. there wasn’t enough pleasure for ice’s liking, she grinding on your face and fingers to get more but it didn’t work, you were doing it on purpose. “cmon bro stop playing please.” she whined out, instead of listening you pulled away completely. before she could complain you plunged two fingers in her and went as fast as you could, “oh!” she moaned at the sudden pleasure.

you thrusted your fingers in and out of her at a fast pace not stopping once. after a few more thrusts you added your mouth and sucked on her clit, this made her body jolt with pleasure. “oh my God, please don’t stop.” she begged while putting her hand on the back of your head, pushing you face more. you pulled out your fingers and put your tongue inside of her, eating her like she was your last meal and rubbing her clit with your thumb.

while you were eating her out she felt you spelling something with your tongue but she couldn’t tell what you spelt. “what- fuck! what did you s-spell?” she stuttered out, “happy birthday isuneh.” you replied still tongue-fucking her. this send chills down her spine for 2 reasons, one, she was surprised that you would do that, two, the vibrations from you talking inside of her filled her with a huge amount of pleasure. you kept fucking her while she moaned out your name and grounded into your face for more pleasure. “oh, i’m so close.” she moaned out as her legs began to shake a little. after a few more licks she came all over your tongue and mouth.

you stood you from in between her legs and before you could do anything else ice pulled you into her and kissed you, ignoring the fact that you had her cum all over your mouth. “your turn.” she said as she stood up, you sitting on the bed where she was laying. she pushed you back the same way you did to her while taking off your shirt and bra. she kissed from your lips to your stomach, leaving a few hickies here and there, stopping when she reached your shorts. “can i?” she asked while looking up at you, you nodded while lifting yourself up so she can take them off. the moment she removed your shorts and underwear she dived in tongue first, her nose hitting your clit every few seconds. “oh! ice please.” you moaned out while putting your legs on her shoulders, she gripped your legs and went in deeper.

the way her tongue fucked you and her nose hit your clit made you go way over the edge, it felt so good and hoped she wouldn’t take it away from you.

just as you thought it, she pulled away. “why?” you immediately whined out before she could even explain. “chill.” she giggled while putting her fingers in you and playing with your clit with her tongue. she thrusted in and out of you at an insanely fast speed and sucked on your clit harshly. you couldn’t hold it in, cumming all over her mouth and fingers. she pulled out and stood up and sat next to you, holding your hand and rubbing it with the back of her thumb. “i have one more present for you after we get cleaned up.” you told her and you sat up.

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after you two showered and got dressed she set on the bed on her phone while you got her gift. when you came back she shut her phone off and put all of her attention on you. “okay, here’s your gift.” you smiled at her while handing her the small gift bag. as she took out the items she smiled hard. it was. a matching necklace set with your initial on it and you had one with her initial on it, there was also matching bracelets. when she looked up and you she gave you a big hug and a kiss, “thank you so much.” she said while giving you one last kiss. “you’re welcome, happy birthday.”

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so sorry this took so long to get out but i hope liked it, i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋