#Beautiful Nude Lip and Nail Surprise

[hencheri]

your hendery step-brother fic was so 🤗😋😋. lets think simlar to yangs, i mean like imagine him as your step-brother, who sneaks in your room every night to get his work done! also he likes to call you 'mama' (idk it felt very yangyang thing to me)

what about sneaking into the shower..? (and i could see him saying 'mama' but as a joke lol)

18+. mdni.

warning: stepcest.

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stepbro!yangyang who hears the shower running, eyes shooting up from the screen of his laptop, immediately getting thoughts he surely shouldn't act on. but yangyang always gets what he wants and he couldn't care less about the consequences of his actions.

and the fact that you're his big sister doesn't hold him back a second from sneaking into the bathroom.

the mirror fogged up from the hot temperature of the water, shower curtains pulled all the way, hiding your nude body from yangyang, but not for so long.

he hears a bottle cap opening and closing, smelling the sweet strawberry scent of your shampoo that he always gets a sniff of whenever you pass by him in the house. oh, he can't wait to join in with you.

he rapidly sheds his clothes off one by one, falling on top of yours on the floor.

the touch of his cold fingertips on your hips startle you, gasping out in surprise. you glimpse down at the hands holding you, noticing dark and white nail polish, colours that your stepbrother picked out for you to put on his nails.

he pulls you back against his chest, his lips finding home in the crook of your neck, leaving wet trails down to your shoulder.

"yangyang, what are you-"

but you never finish your sentence as you moan out loud, feeling the tip of his hard cock prodding at your entrance, pulling your legs apart with his foot.

he knows you're not as innocent as you appear to be. he sees your lingering looks, your dirty smiles, your touchy hands that always accidentally brush over one specific sensitive part of his body.

so your surprise doesn't alert him at all, he knows it's fake because you were hoping for him to hop in the shower with you.

and now that he finally did, you relish in the way his girth pushes into your pussy, stretching you out wide and well.

"holy fuck," yangyang curses in your ear, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "you dirty bitch, how dare you let me use you like this? huh?" he sounds angry, but he isn't. he loves you, loves how you squeeze his cock desperately and how you were just waiting for this to happen.

you cry both in pleasure and pain, laying your hands on yangyang's hands that are tightly holding your hips, pounding into you hard and fast.

he's never been mean to you, maybe because he likes being the cute and kind little brother, but all this frustration that built up over the years, unable to show you his love anywhere else than in the confines of your bedrooms, makes him want to punish you, to shame you for letting him be indecent to you.

"is this how you let other guys fuck you?" he asks, "you let them take you from behind like a whore?" he grips a handful of your hair, turning your head around to he can get a glimpse at your beautiful, pleading eyes.

"n-no, only you," you croak out, streams of water dripping over your face and supple breasts, rolling over your puffy nipples.

"only who?"

"you, yangyang," you moan his name, one powerful thrust making you lose your balance and lean your hands on the wall of the shower in front of you.

"that's right, baby," yangyang growls, watching your asscheeks clap against the skin of his thighs. "your brother is the only one you should let use your dirty pussy like this."

[roronoa-roro]

ᴘʀᴀɴᴋ #3 "ꜱᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɴᴜᴅᴇꜱ" !!!

CW: nudes¡ suggestive language¡ mentions of sex¡

Pairing: (all post timeskip) suna, atsumu, osamu, ginjima x gn!reader

Network: @tokyometronetwork

ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ

Guaranteed returns. All favors are returned x1000.

Send him a partial nude and you will get a dick pic within 3 milliseconds. Send him a thirst trap and an audio capture of him moaning your name is sent back.

Suna prides himself on his ability to collect quality material, so it's no surprise he's so very enthusiastic about this nudes exchange business.

Has pretty lights set up around his room just for the sake of clicking aesthetic dick pics.

There's even a special folder on his desktop dedicated to you. All these frisky pics and videos are stored there. He even names it his 'personal pornhub'

Comes home with hundreds of nasty fantasies filled in his head. Trust me he's created a very nice simulation of all the things he'd love to do to you.

ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ

You just know this motherfucker is choking on his spit every time you send a pic that's even closely revealing.

This one time you send him a suggestive (only to dirty minded people) picture of your newly done nails holding your glass just for fun and next day videos of Miya Atsumu, star athlete clumsily fumbling with his phone are trending on the internet.

I'm really really sorry for this one but he totally responds in Adam Levine style😭😭😭 he's embarrassing you know it but you love him and that shitty replying style is something you and him have to work on.

He comes home all needy and whiny after that. Needs all the love and affection— much much more than usual.

He might not admit it but every time his phone pings and it's a message from you he pulls in a deep breath to stabilize his heart and be ready.

Atsumu is too much of an innocent boy for that cocky front he puts up.

ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ

Now this guy is a totally different story. Unlike his brother, although equally cocky, he has the guts to back it up.

You once sent him a nude while on a double dinner date just to see his reaction and this mf looked at the picture and smirked, licking his lip. Never tell him how flustering you found it you'd just be digging your own grave.

He's an observant guy, he knows all your preferences– from the food to the positions, so it's not a huge surprise to you when he sends you detailed, nasty, toe-curling replies.

Lowkey think he could run his own pornblog and we would still follow him like dick hungry bitches.

Sometimes, he would send you unprompted random messages while you are at work. Like sirrrr, you get it. He knows you very well but it's none of his business to ensure you're melting in your chair at work thinking about him.

But that's not all. The real nastiness starts when you return home, or his hotel. This man is filthy. And he's gonna pull you down with him whether you like it or not.

ʜɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ɢɪɴᴊɪᴍᴀ

You were sorely mistaken if you thought he was an innocent baby boy who had to be introduced to the art of sending nudes gently💀💀💀

He is the devil. This man laughs at you and calls you weak when you send him a partial nude.

The insult digs deeper when he sends you a beautiful, Pinterest worthy image of his pants pulled down just enough to show his perfect v-line. The sunlight kissing his pretty skin doesn't help either.

This ensues a nudes war. Who can click the better nude.

You both give each other occasional runs for your money. But it's usually him powning you most of the time. This guy has some serious aesthetics.

But the funny thing is, although you both forget the original intention of sending nudes, you both develop a cute and adorable sort of bonding activity out of it.

Lost the taglist so i won't tag anybody and this isn't gonna be a regular writing phase anyways so🙏🙏🙏 also drop some holy water in the comments and reblogs plej i need it I've been thinking very nasty thoughts abt a certain white haired sensei from naruto

[aswaki]

virgin loser matthew i BEG

virgin loser!matthew— you have a place in my heart. thank you, anon. i actually have a lot of loser!matthew wips so this is just a quick fix to fill up the sweet loser matty sized hole in our lives. honestly, he'd be just so eager to worship you... specifically, virgin loser!matthew— at first his virginity was a non issue to him until he got scared that he wouldn't be able to please you properly. he'd admit to being a virgin to you the day you decided to fuck because prior to that, he'd act like he knows all the hot shit about sex when actually he doesn't.

seok matthew x reader | flashfic | explicit (minors dni)

contains: fem!reader, virgin loser!matthew, loving sex, first time, smut - p in v sex, pet name ("baby")

matthew's eyes widened as you slowly removed your clothing one by one. every time an inch of your skin got exposed, you could hear his breathing getting heavier— “you're a goddess.”

you giggled at how endearing he was.

you were at your last piece of clothing— your panties. matthew wondered why you stopped stripping. his eyebrows furrowed adorably. you could just eat him up (and you plan to)!

he was already naked, his thick cock almost fully erect. (his length and width didn't surprise you at all.) as you bounded to his spot at the edge of the bed, he realized what you wanted him to do. his legs spread wider so you could slot yourself between them.

“do the honours?" you asked him as you grabbed his hands to guide it to the waistband of your panties. he hooked his thumbs over them and pulled it down. you shivered at how slow his actions were. he was taking his sweet time as he lowered your panties. his nails were dragging across your skin. you could feel goosebumps rising along he goes.

you kicked the garment off once it hit your ankles. this was his first time seeing a nude person in the flesh. your pussy and tits made his heart race. he felt like a silly school boy with a crush.

matthew thought you were the most beautiful and precious person in the world, especially now at this moment. it was why he was so nervous about hurting you.

he was expressive— you instantly knew what he was thinking when you looked at his face. you pushed him to lay back on the bed. you crawled on top of his body. his cock hitting your thighs and your tits over his face.

“don't worry, matty. you won't hurt me.” you whispered to him. you leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss. the kiss was sweet at first but it immediately turned ungraceful as you grinded over his cock. tongues and teeth were clashing.

he whimpered on your mouth from underneath you. you can feel each other's wetness already. he wanted you so bad.

“can i?” he sputtered out, feeling like a mess.

“okay, baby, you can have me.” despite his uncertain, inexperienced attitude, matthew was strong. he easily flipped you over so you'd be under him. you felt his muscles flexing as he does so.

he slid down your body. oh, how his mouth was watering as he opened your folds. he stroked it, feeling your warmth as well as how wet you were. you whimpered. after teasing you like that, his thumb circled your clit, making your hips jolt involuntarily towards him. his eyes snapped at you fearing you were hurt but your face was filled with lust. your pussy also became soaked which made matthew's mind go fuzzy. every part of you was so pretty.

he was encouraged by this. he then moved to slip a finger in your hole.... and then another one. he felt greedy after he got a feel of you. he wanted to be in you where no one else can't. he stretched your pussy. his fingers were hitting all the right spots. your walls clenching on his digits. he knew it'd feel good later when you do that to his dick.

“my matty's enjoying himself?” you panted after a short while. his small smile was all the answer you needed. your hand came up to stroke his cheek before going down south to stroke his hardened dick. “want your cock in me now,”

he nodded, beads of sweat rolling down his body. you helped him aligned his cock to you. you lifted your leg and wrapped it around his waist. a look of concentration was on his face. he couldn't believe this was happening— he inserted himself to you. he let out a moan as his girth was filling you up. you also couldn't help yourself either. you had to exclaim his name as he does sinks himself further.

“is this right?” he asked as he thrusts inside you. your heart clenched at him making sure he was doing you right. your hand found his. you felt his hand slightly trembling so you threaded your fingers with his and gave him a soft squeeze.

he started to move after that gesture. the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room. you nodded at him, “you're perfect, baby. now go harder.”

[solaiced]

CASE 27: IORI UTAHIME'S DANCE CAPTURE YOUR EYES.

!content!: use of toys, dancer au, first date sex, overstim, and not beta’d (zarx watch out.)

wc: 1,066

solace: I’m not posting day 26, I’ve overestimated the amount of nagi fans💔.

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Iori Utahime is beautiful.

God, she was a helluva beauty. That's all you think when you see her dance. So graceful in all her moves, moving the way a river flows, a bird's wings glide in the air and a sun sets. You’ve thought of her as something unattainable, perfect.

But… you still approached her after a show, befriended her, asked her out for a date and was overjoyed when she accepted.

So, a dinner date later, you're both sat at the bar, tipsy and giggling. Her dark eyes rave over you, shot in hand and elbows propped up on the counter.

“So, why'd you ask me out?"

A normal question, but you felt like a creep as you answered, “I saw you at your dance show and thought you were very, very beautiful. And you? Why'd you accept?" Stoic, nonchalant and composed.

“Ah. I also thought you were gorgeous, kinda surprised someone who's so pretty asked me, of all people.” Utahime giggles, the sound so beautiful you wonder if you somehow dropped into an alternate reality where sirens existed and you were with one, seducing you. She downs her shot in one go and putting it down.

"No way," You're shocked, dio she not see her own beauty? “Your dances made you look so graceful, I didn't even know you were on the market. Honestly, I thought you'd flat out reject me..."

Her already flushed face turns even pinker. She's so cute when she's embarrassed. "Don't say that..." She mutters.

"But it's true." The rest of the night continued, Utahime ranting about her students and her annoying co-worker from Tokyo, and you adding a snide remark about him as she agreed.

When it was time to leave, you paid the bill, much to the woman’s chagrin, and left the bar.

“Hey, do you want me to call an Uber? You're really drunk..." You worriedly inquire, holding her giggling and stumbling form up with an arm around her shoulders.

“You know—hic!— you know what?” Utahime stutters, moving her raven hair out of her eyes.

"What?" Somehow maintaining composure, you respond, even though you felt your heart skip. “Drive me home. Or bring me home. It’s a first date, and yet, I can't resist." She melts on you, leaning on your shoulder. She was so... shameless, when drunk.

Unlike Sober Utahime, she didn’t hesitate to speak her mind.

“W-what-“ your eyes were wide like saucers, but she presses a finger to your mouth and shushes you clumsily.

"Shh… Can’t you see? I wan’ you.”

She swipes your bottom lip with her thumb, collecting your lipstick, one that you put on for this specific situation.

Her dark eyes stare at you, eyes glazed over and half-lidded. Holy shit. Were you really about to fuck such a gorgeous girl?

The answer is yes. Definitely. As you remove Utahime’s last article of clothing, the idea is nailed into your brain. Your throat bobs as you swallow, eyes raking over the raven-haired woman's nude body and looking away nervousy until you felt a hand tug on your pants.

You look at her curiously.

“What? I'm not gonna be the only nakea person here." Utahime

grumbles, crossing her arms and

“Alright,” you tease and quickly take off all your clothes. They join the woman’s discarded ones at the corner of the room.

"Good." Utahime hums, blushing as she watches you saunter over to her, “now, I’ll-“

"Get on the bed and take what I give you. I've got my own show."

Scary, is what she would describe the look in your eyes, “oh, and... The safeword is red. Just in case I get too eager.” Shit. She was really doomed.

"Agh-Ah!" Moans fall freely from Utahime's loud mouth as you put the wand onto her abused clit, clenching around the two-way silicone dick you shared with her.

Her hips desperately try to shake off your grasp, the pleasure so intense that she's running away from it.

Silly girl, you thrust the dildo farther into her, making her groan, did she really think she could escape you? Ha! That deserves higher vibrations on her nipple clamps.

Her tied up hands thrash above her, fighting the pleasure that was travelling through her clit and reddened peaks, sore from pinching and nibbling repeatedly.

“Ngh-no! Not the c-clamps!"

Utahime begs, legs trying to move but unable to, in this position. You had your left leg under hers and the right one over her left one, making her vulnerable to your attacks.

The toys were driving her insane, eyes crossing, legs shaking and back arching at the simultaneous stimulation. Even covered in sweat and cum, she looked ravishing.

You couldn’t even care about your pleasure, right now. All that matters is her. Her intoxicating taste flooded your tongue as you brought the wand to your mouth and liked it, moaning. She was so addictive. You had to fuck her more. More, more-

"P-Please! Slow down!" Utahime whines, gnashing her teeth tagether in pain - pleasure.

You listen, because she beefed so prettily, lessening the vibrators and pecking her lips gently.

She seemed to like it, bringing her arms behind your neck to somehow keep you close despite being binded by her own panties.

When you pull away, she whimpers eyes watery as you kept pushing your pussy against hers, bumping clits and thrusting the plastic cock deeper inside of her.

"I'm gonna cum-Ngh! Again!"

Utahime warns, shivering in delight when you soothingly caressed her hardened nipples.

“Good girl. Fuckin’ good. Cum for me.” You resume your torturous glides over her poor, oversensitive nub as she screams, quickly building up her nth climax.

She heaves, stuttering, “I’m-I’m gonna-!!” The rest of her sentence dissolves into a yell, her pussy releasing juices all over the bed, you, and her lower body. Your eyes widen, rapidly circling her clit to force her cum out.

"You-You’re crazy," Utahime shudders, voice trembling while she recuperates. “You're fucking crazy. Oh, god." She mewls as you blow air on her nipples.

"No more, please! I'll break!" She tries to push your head away as best she could with her bound hands, to no avail.

“Oh, babe… that’s the intention.” You smile evilly, still with a hint of kindness, of course. You wouldn’t dare make a beautiful girl like her suffer too much. And so, for the rest of the night, you made her dance.

[kai-anderson-whore]

Second best (Colin zable x reader)

@lili-tate Request: Maybe one where the protagonist is in love with Colin, but Colin -at first- is only interested in Mare. And, faced with Mare's refusal to go out with Colin, he invites the protagonist on a date and maybe from there be able to develop the story a bit. That she doesn't know that he was inviting her because of Mare's refusal or something like that. I don't know if I'm making myself clear

Warnings: shouting, feeling second best to someone, angst, jealousy, rejection

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You sat in the office of the station observing the man you loved falling for another woman mare, it broke you inside knowing you can't say anything because you know that Colin zable isn't into you only friends but you were learning to live with that from now on.

You watched the way his smile shone bright whenever mare entered a room or spoke to him you wished you were the one he would smile like that to, but you weren't.

You had your airpods in listening to your playlist trying to take your mind off Colin, it worked for thirty seconds max till you saw someone seating infront of you at your desk, lifting your head up to see none other than Colin sitting infront of you with a polite smile, you took your airpods out giving Colin your undivided attention.

"What you listening to?" He asked trying to make conversation with you, "Ryan Adams gimme something good" you answered Colin nodded at your response noticing the hint of annoyance in your tone, "you okay you seem annoyed" he then went to ask you just shook your head in protest, "I'm fine just tired that's all couldn't sleep" you lied hoping Colin bought your lie.

"Alright erm boss wants to talk to you" Colin said leaving you alone mentally face slapping yourself at your tone with Colin you didn't mean it of course you didn't but you couldn't help but be fulfilled with jealousy seeing Colin falling for his partner mare.

Weeks went on since you spoke to Colin you laid on your bed since it was your day off reading a book your friend suggested to you at her bookclub, you phone rang you took the device in your hands seeing Colin was calling you making your heart skip a beat, "hello" you voice echoed down the phone.

"Y/n what are you doing tonight?" Colin asked you could sense his nervousness throught the phone you imagined him probably biting his nails with his nerves, "erm nothing that I'm aware of why?" You were surprised that he called you never mind asked what you had planned for tonight making you more curious of what Colin would say next.

"Well I wanted to ask if you wanted to come to dinner with me at that new fancy restaurant you know like a erm date o-only if you want to that's what I mean" he stuttered you couldn't help but blush knowing Colin couldn't see he was finally asking you out on a date, "Yeah sure" you said grinning like the Cheshire cat, "great I'll pick you up at seven" you could almost hear Colins smile through the phone at your acceptance.

"Okay see you then colin" you said biting your lip to suppress your excitement, ending the phone call running straight to your closet finding a dress that suits the occasion pulling out a simple black dress that was casual yet showed your curves perfectly, deciding it was nice enough to dress it up a little more but first you hopped into the shower.

Once you got out of the shower you dried your hair tieing it up with a hair tie, you flicked through your playlist playing all different songs getting you in the happy mood for your date with Colin, you felt the butterfly's in your stomach as you applied your makeup going for a light base with winged eyeliner and a nude lip.

Before you even knew it time flew by and it was seven o'clock, you did one last check in the mirror deciding you looked good you grabbed your keys seeing Colin outside his car waiting on you, you locked your front door skipping to Colin with a shy smile on your face.

"Wow you look beautiful" was the first thing Colin told you when you finally were face to face with him, making you blush whispering a small "Thank you" to him Colin opened the passenger side of his car for you like a gentleman you slipped into his vehicle.

The drive was silent you were unsure what to say the awkward tension being slowly faded by the radio, "Oh I love this song" you gasped Colin turned up the radio for you as 'hold on' by alabama shakes played you mumbled along to the lyrics Colin tapped his hand on the steering wheel with the tune.

About ten minutes later you made it to the restaurant Colin's hand on the small of your back guiding you into the restaurant, "hello do you have a reservation?" The waiter asked, "yes table for two under zable" Colin smiled politely the waiter looked at the reservations seeing his name on the book the waiting guided you both to your table with two menus.

"Any idea what your having yet?" Colin asked trying to make conversation, "I'm thinking maybe a carbonara" you said not entirely sure, "what about you?" You asked curiously, "I think I'll have a steak" he answered with a smile, soon enough a waitress came along taking you and colins orders and drink orders.

"Thank you for this Colin you didn't have to" you thanked him with a smile, Colin didn't say anything but he had a look of guilt on his face, he knew you liked him it was pretty obvious to everyone you did, Colin couldn't deny he thought you are very attractive but he had stronger feelings for mare but she didn't feel the same when they were at a different restaurant a few days prior.

Colin stayed silent for another couple of minutes until you again broke the silence just in time for your drinks, "penny for your thoughts" you chuckled taking notice of his lack of communication, "huh sorry I must had went into a little world of my own it's been a stressful few weeks" Colin chuckled back lying through his teeth kinda you knew he was up to his eyeballs with this case him and mare are working on.

"Hey you will get the person who did it I know you will" you assured taking his hand in yours comforting him, "I hope so I really do anyway enough talk about the case how was your day?" He changed the subject, "it was good cleaned the house up a bit then went for a jog around the park" you said "and yours".

"Well just been in the office going through files and whatnot, ever since mare got suspended it's been hard working on the case alone" he said you couldn't help but do a mental eye roll when he mentioned mare you couldn't help it you did like mare she was a good person never done you any wrong but its your jealousy you just couldn't help it.

The date went pretty well you and Colin talked and laughed about anything and anything enjoying yourselves, "thanks Colin I had a great time" you smiled now at your front door Colin infront of you ensuring you got home safely, "I had a great time to ever since mare rejected me a few days ago" "wait what" you cut him off Colin didn't mean to say what he did you couldn't help but feel angry.

"So you invited me because mare rejected you" you chuckled coldly you felt hurt, "no no thats not why I invited you on a date y/n honestly" Colin tried to tell you but you didn't listen, "I do like you a lot y/n" he stated you shook your head in disbelief, "you asked me on a date because you knew I liked you Colin and since mare said no you thought Oh well I'll ask y/n" the tears forming in your eyes.

"Go away Colin I don't want to see you" you snapped, "please y/n just hear me out its not what it seems I promise" he pleaded, "no Colin just GO" you yelled slamming your door in his face, your  back was now pressed against the cold wood as you slide down on the ground crying your eyes out you felt used, you felt so stupid.

Colin stood at your door staring hoping you would come back out he knew what he did was fucked up but he did like you and wanted to know you more but his big mouth got him in this mess how would he make it better with you, with a heavy sigh Colin got back into his car driving home to a sleepless night.

A week passes you avoided Colin in work at all costs, you constantly felt his eyes on you all the time, making your skin crawl what you once yearned for now made you feel sick, he tried to talk to you but all you did was blank him getting your work done then straight home till you couldn't avoid him.

You heard three knocks on your door tiredly you checked the time seeing it was currently 11pm, you dragged yourself to the door to see who was there at this time, opening the door revealing a tired looking Colin, you went to close your door avoiding him but he stuck his foot on the threshold preventing you from closing the door in his face for a second time.

"Please can I talk to you" he begged you could see the bags forming under his eyes 'when was the last time he slept' you thought taking in his features, "fine come in" you huffed opening the door allowing Colin into your home, you both sat on the sofa none of you dared to say a word yet you were angry at him still were as Colin was hurt and filled with guilt for his actions.

"Look y/n I'm sorry for what I did uts super shitty of me I don't know why I done it but I do really like you and I think it was getting rejected made me realise that I like you" Colin explained you didn't dare look him in the eyes just yet, "you know how hurt I am Colin, how used I feel because I genuinely thought you asked me on a date because you genuinely liked me not to get over mare" you said biting your nails your head still turned to him.

"I know I fucked up and I know sorry won't cut it but I am genuinely sincerely sorry" colins hand on your chin turning your head to face him you saw in his eyes he was being honest with you, "I don't know how I can forgive you Colin it will take time I do genuinely like you a lot and you are a good person just you did one really shitty thing so I'm willing to try and forgive you" you sighed.

Colin felt a bit better hearing your willing to try and forgive him gave him piece of mind, "I promise I'll make it right y/n I will" Colin said taking his hand in yours you sucked in a breath not knowing what to do you didn't know if you wanted to kiss him or scream at him.

But you were caught of guard when Colin other hand cupped your cheeks bringing your lips to his own, his lips were soft against your own, you responded to the kiss your hand on the back of Colin neck keeping him close, till you snapped out of it pulling away.

"I think you should go" you said out of breath not making eye contact with him, "okay I'll see you at work tomorrow" was all he said before leaving you alone in your home, how could you be mad at him yet kiss him back.

You spent the night awake replaying what had happened, you didn't regret kissing Colin, but you felt mad at yourself for giving in so easily, and if you didn't forgive him it would be awkward in the station for you both you just didn't know what to do.

[gendersouponao3]

Bottom Bitch

read on ao3! (NOT a new work, just new for tumblr)

6959 words, Explicit rating, nb/f butch sub/femme dom, anal, overstim

Oh, Leo is nervous. 

He met her at a party. He saw her, by the light reflected off of her sequined dress, across the dark lawn. He almost felt like the music was bouncing off of her. It obscured whatever she was saying, but it didn’t matter, he was too far away to hear anyway, and all he did was stare at the way her lip gloss shifted and melted in the light, looking like he could sink his teeth into it and drink it. 

And she found him, while he was trying to escape to the bathroom. She stood close to him, but not too close, and his mind raced with whether she always does that, whether it’s just for him. Her glossy lips were just as mesmerizing up close. His eyes flitted down to them, again and again, and he forced them back to hers. It wasn’t fair. In her heels, she was taller than him. 

Her dress flashed rainbow spots of light at him, hypnotic, beautiful. He stared. It melted into her skin, her shoulders glittering, her collarbones glittering, deep, slinky V glittering at the center of her chest. 

She smelled so good. Sweet, like caramel and vanilla. Definitely perfume. Her hands were small. Her nails were long and sharp and painted deep, shiny pink. 

Her hand slipped down his chest. Dusky, gleaming pink against the soft nude of his shirt. She didn’t pull him closer, didn't push him towards the wall. She just rested it there. 

He knew he was supposed to take the lead then. But he didn’t know how. Even right up against him, she seemed far away, like a dream. 

Slowly, carefully, he set his hand on her waist. She cocked her head, smiled at him expectantly. She was so small. Shorter than him if it weren’t for the heels. 

Kiss her, his brain supplied helpfully. That’s what we’re supposed to do in this situation, I think. 

He didn’t know. He wanted it. He felt like she might melt away in his arms if he touched her. He feet like he might melt away. Still, he leaned in. He breathed in her scent again, sweet sugar. His eyes fluttered shut….

At that moment, the door to the single bathroom stall slammed open, and he jumped, blinking in surprise. His hand dropped away. The moment was  over. And he really did have to pee. 

Mumbling apologetically, he ducked away, closing the door behind him. When he came out, she was gone. 

He couldn’t forget her, though, couldn't get the smell of sweet vanilla out of his nose. 

There’s nowhere for him to hide now. Not with just the two of them and sparse furniture and no distractions. He wants to feel that delicious, simmering tension, but all he feels is nerves. He fiddles with his hands nervously, and then shoves them behind his back instead because he’s trying to work on having more open body language. There’s a reason he doesn’t do it naturally. It immediately makes his nerves worse. He looks at the ground, blushes, forces his eyes up. 

Gia looks at him like she’s trying not to laugh. It makes him blush harder. There’s something else, though, in her eyes, like maybe glee. Glee at his shyness, at the fact that he’s managed to embarrass himself before they’ve even done anything, at the little bit of fear she sees in him.

Finally, taking mercy on him, she breaks the silence. “You still want this, puppy?”

“Yes,” Leo squeaks. He blushes deeper still. His face feels uncomfortably hot. “Tell me —- um, where do I, um…go?”

She raises a slender, sculpted eyebrow at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean like, where do you want me to —- sit? Or…lie down? Or whatever?” Oh god, Leo is burning up. He can’t even look at her. He looks down at the floor again. 

“Well. On your knees would be a good starting point.”

“Oh,” he breathes, and rushes to obey. “Yes.”

“Jesus,” Gia says. “That was quick. Take off my pants.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Leo says, all thoughts pushed out of his brain by her command. He shuffles forwards, undoes the hidden clasp of her pants. Fuck, she didn’t tell him to call her that. He’s too eager. She thinks he’s weird, she already thinks he’s weird. He undoes her zipper. It comes easily. Her pants are white and pleated and delicate. He tugs them off her hips and she’s wearing black underneath, simple briefs with a bold white elastic waistband. 

She fluffs his hair with her hand. Her nails scratch over his scalp. He stops breathing, and then his breath comes faster, shallower. 

“I brought you toys, puppy,” she says. 

“Oh, god,” he breathes, surprised, heat pooling in his stomach. “I wanna —- can I see?”

“One at a time,” she says. “You’re gonna like them. You wanna get fucked like a good little boy slut, don’t you.”

His eyes go wide. He nods, looking up at her, dumb excitement already on his face. “Please.”

She laughs at his expression. “Yes, you do,” she says. “Get on the bed. Take your pants off.”

He immediately flops onto his bed, on his stomach. He wants it like that. He wiggles his pants off, soft denim catching on his heels, and he takes off his underwear too, and his packer in its pouch. He feels so naked. He thinks he can feel the weight of Gia staring at him, but he could just be nervous. It’s a weird, cloudy kind of fear, buried in and mixing with his arousal. He squirms under all of it. 

He jumps when he feels Gia’s hand on his butt. She giggles, cute and femme and so in charge. He feels the tip of her acrylic dig into his skin as she spreads him open, rubs one soft finger over his cunt. He’s wet already, from her teasing, from the promise of toys, but not wet enough. He tells her that. 

“If you want — if you want me to take it inside I need lube or something.”

She considers, teases her finger over his cunt more, feels his swollen clit, the pink folds of his labia. He’s turned on, more so every second. He knows she can see it. 

“Do you have some?” she asks. 

Of course he does. She tells him to go get it, and he does, self-conscious of his bare legs under his t-shirt. She takes it from him and he lays straight back down on his stomach. He wants her to do whatever she wants. 

He hears the soft squelch as she flips open the cap and squeezes some out onto her fingers, and then a wet noise as she rubs it to warm it up. And then her hand is back on his butt, her fingers a little cold and very wet, and she spreads him open, right at his core, and he moans slightly and wiggles. And then she puts two fingers inside him. All at once. He lets out a yelp that turns into a moan halfway through. Her fingers are cold. The acrylics don’t hurt. He can’t even feel them. He just feels the cool, artificial wet, stretching him open, filling him up. So much, so good. God, he loves being fucked. 

“Oh,” she says, voice a laughing, teasing lilt. “You really like that, don’t you. Being filled right up like that.”

“I do,” he moans. It’s fucking embarrassing, how much he likes it. 

She fucks him a few times, quick and deep. He gasps and writhes at it. Oh, it’s so good. He wants more. And then she takes them out, just as fast. He goes soft into the blankets, unclenches his fists. Gia traces over his pussy lips, spreads the wet that leaks out of him. 

“That’s a good boy,” she says. “You want your toy?”

Leo nods frantically into the cushion. “Yes.”

“Stay there,” Gia says. “I’m gonna show it to you first.”

“Okay,” Leo says, muffled. He’s not worried about sounding stupid, even though he should be. He props himself up on his elbows, watches Gia cross over to her bag, bend down to dig through it. She’s amazingly graceful. She knows she’s being watched, and she celebrates it, standing with her soft perfect hip cocked. The muscles in the backs of her legs are on full display, sharp and perfect and leading his eyes down to the tops of her high heels.

God, she’s pretty. He’s so distracted, he’s not even wondering what the toy could be, until she pulls it out, and at first, he can’t tell exactly what it is. It’s pale purple, and in a sort of U shape, and there’s one part that’s definitely a cock, nice and thick and straight and not too big. He’s not sure what the other part is for, a strange curving bulge. He doesn’t worry about it. He squirms in excitement and anticipation. Oh, he wants that in him. 

She turns and sees his expression. (God, the way it looks in her hand.) Her beautiful hypnotic lips part in a smile. She dangles it from her hand by the curved part, wiggles it back and forth. He almost whimpers. It could be ridiculous but god it’s not, it’s brain-meltingly hot. 

“You want this, baby?”

“Yes,” he whines. He doesn’t even know what it is and he wants it. She’s smiling at him, pleased, cocky. She walks over to where he’s lying propped up on his stomach and takes him by the hair and brings the toy to his mouth, and he opens it eagerly. She rubs it gently over his tongue. It’s cool, smooth silicone. The part that she’s putting in his mouth is a thick, round bulb that’s attached to the end of the shaft at an angle. He laves his tongue over it, and his spit streaks on the surface. This is making him so, so horny already, his mind going dumb and ready to be used. 

She lets him go, carefully so he doesn’t fall over. “Turn over,” she says. 

He scrambles to flop over onto his back, his arms braced behind him so he can see what she’s doing. 

“Come here. Spread your legs.”

He scoots towards the edge of the mattress, his legs dangling off the side, his knees falling open. He’s nervous, but it’s overshadowed by his urgent eagerness and the reassurance that Gia knows what she wants him to do and is telling him. He doesn’t even think to hesitate to follow any order she gives him. 

She looks so good standing between his legs, holding the toy that makes him drool, grinning down at him like she wants to eat him. He should be scared, maybe, with a girl he doesn’t know and all his power taken away from him. He’s not. It just makes him hotter, makes him dumber. 

She bends down and puts one hand on his thigh to hold him open and rubs the spit-slicked bulb of the toy over his cunt. He gasps and his legs twitch open further. She presses her nails into his thigh to keep him down and his breath hitches at the little spike of pain and then in one thrust she pushes that thick bulb into his cunt. 

“Fuck!” he yelps, more in surprise than pain, as it settles right behind his pubic bone, filling him up and pushing against the back of his cunt and against the inside of his bladder. His cunt clenches around the sudden intrusion. She’s holding it by the base of the shaft which is pressed up against his stomach and - oh. It looks like - he - it’s his. 

She strokes her hand up the toy, and it moves inside him. He lets out a whine. Oh, it’s so good, it’s so good. It fills him up so well. The sight of her hand on it, her small, delicate fingers wrapped around the silicone, touching him touching inside him oh god. It’s so hot. So hot. 

She pushes her thumb into the tip, and it presses against his clit, and he throws his head back and moans helplessly. He can still feel her, even when he can’t see her, moving it against him, jerking him off. He thought he wanted to be fucked but he could come like this. He gasps and whines as she works her hand, making it move inside him, so helpless under her. 

Gia has other plans, though. She takes her hand off the toy and it settles stiff against his stomach. He pants, looking at it, trying to settle down. The purple head lolls against his stomach, the bulb on the end still pressing into him, shifting with every movement. 

Gia carefully stands up off of him and leaves him. He can hear her rustling around behind him again. When she comes back she has a little round glass object that he can immediately tell is a butt plug. He shivers, interested and nervous in equal measure. He’s never tried that before. 

She shows it to him, rests it on his stomach next to the tip of his cock. It’s small but not that small. His muscles clench just looking at it. It’s heavy and cold. The base is round and flared, and the whole thing is smooth, shiny glass. It’s maybe as big as two fingers at the widest part. 

“Have you worn a plug before?” she asks him. He blushes hard and tells her no. 

“Do you wanna try?”

He does. She has him sit back on the cushion, adds lube to the tip of the plug, rubs it against the stretched skin of his cunt, over the outside of his hole for just a second. He gasps and flinches at the cold of it. She rubs it in until it warms up a little bit and then presses the round tip of it against his hole, gently dipping the tip inside. He lets out a hard breath at the feeling of the cold glass pushing against his tight muscles, pushing inside, slow and slick but still intense and almost painful. 

She presses it into him harder now, and he clamps down around it anxiously, and all of a sudden it hurts much more. He doesn’t know how much is inside, but it feels big. 

She eases up and lets it slip out, and it feels like nothing, and he already feels sore. His muscles feel raw and strained. He hears the click of the bottle as she adds more lube. She rubs it into his hole, and he tenses nervously, and she tips the plug and starts pressing it into him again, slow and firm. He winces.

“Does it hurt?” she asks. She doesn’t stop pushing it into him. He feels himself take more, more than he did before, his hole opening up around it. 

“‘S a little weird,” he says. 

“Okay,” she says, “relax your muscles and then push against it.” That sounds like an oxymoron to Leo, but he tries to do it. She pushes back against him, and he feels it slip in further, not entirely comfortable, the glass hard and unyielding inside him. God, the way it’s stretching him open is so strange. It doesn’t feel like anything he’s felt before. It feels like his body doesn’t want it to happen, and it’s happening anyway. 

“‘S it close?” he asks, feeling it in his guts, stretch and fullness like he’s never felt before. His voice is strained. It hurts a little. 

“Yeah, almost there,” she says, holding the base against him, making him take more. Please, please let this be the biggest part. He squirms a little, trying to take more, trying to get away. It’s not going anywhere. 

She puts her hand on his thigh and holds him down and gives one final, inescapable push, and he moans in pain as the breadth of it fills him up, and then it settles in place inside him, holding him open. Oh, god. It feels so full. He can feel the plug pushing up against the bulb in his cunt. Every tiny movement shifts everything inside him, and he feels like if he moves wrong he might break open and spill everything out of him. 

“There it is,” she murmurs, stroking over the stretched outside of his cunt, “it’s in. Good puppy.” She presses on the base of the plug, and he yelps. It hurts every time it moves deeper. “It’s gonna get you used to being full down there.”

“Okay,” he breathes. He hopes he gets used to it. Right now it feels like almost too much. He doesn’t move for fear of shifting it. 

Gia kneels on the mattress next to him, and from this angle he has to look up at her to see her face. She’s just in panties and a shirt, and as he looks she pulls her shirt over her head and drops it on the ground, and he stares up at the expanse of beautiful tan skin that she reveals. The dimpled plane of her stomach, the shape of her breasts from underneath. God, he wants to drown in her. 

It must show on his face, because she smiles at him like an angel and cups his cheek in her hand, turning his face towards her. He blushes deep red at the lidded, molten look in her eyes, but this time, he’s not embarrassed. He just lets the heat wash over him. 

She swings her leg over his shoulder and sits down lightly on his chest, still supporting some of her weight on her knees. He inhales sharply and sets his hands on her thighs, urging her closer. He knows what she wants from him, and he wants to give it. Her thighs are so soft around him, and her weight feels so good on top of him, and he feels so good like this, all full and completely used and completely submissive. When she moves up to kneel over his face he settles back against the cushions and half-closes his eyes. And then she’s hovering over him, just lightly but he can smell the metallic bite of her wetness, can feel the heat radiating from her.

Gently, hesitantly, he pulls her down towards him, opens his mouth against the soft heat of her cunt. She tastes sweet and salty and bitter. He licks her open, a little clumsy but firm and soft, and the taste of her spills onto his tongue. She’s so soft, so warm, so wet. He moans at it, and she feels it and sinks into him harder. 

He licks at her hole, hungrily, intent on coaxing more wet out of her. He leaves her clit alone for now but his nose brushes against it, again and again when he bobs his head to suck at her folds. She makes little sounds, grunts, quiet moans when he laves his tongue over her opening, teasing sweet slick out of her. So he keeps doing just what he’s doing, waiting for her to direct him to do something different. 

She does, when she gets impatient, grabs his short hair and holds him against her clit. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth and licks wet and messy, his tongue teasing over that hard nub over and over. She growls and holds him down harder and ruts against his tongue, so he holds still and lets her use him and then when he feels her legs start to tense around him he closes his mouth around her and sucks, and she grunts and gasps and pulls him off her by the hair before she comes. He blinks up at her, confused. She’s left her slick smeared all over his chin, and she’s dripping, he can see it. 

She looks down at him, hot and predatory and as hungry as she’s ever been, and he realizes that she wants more. 

She’s holding him down hard against the bed, holding him off her, and her thighs are trembling, the long corded muscles barely holding her up. He wonders that he could possibly have that effect on her. God, the way she looks at him, lidded and exhausted and still hungry like she’s gonna tear him apart and eat him. He feels like a piece of meat in front of her. 

“Puppy,” she growls, and just that almost makes him groan out loud. “Puppy, I’m gonna fuck you now, yeah?”

“Yes,” he groans, his body clenching around where he’s stuffed open. She climbs off him and drags her bag over and searches through it, and he squeezes his thighs together in anticipation and feels the hard line of his cock pressing into his clit between them, the bulb rocking inside him. He whimpers. 

She drags the strappy harness up her legs, and as she yanks the leather tighter it bites into her thighs and her stomach and his mouth waters. The ring settles against the black background of her underwear, and gleams in the shitty overhead light. She turns to the side to tighten it around her other leg and the way the strap cuts into the bottom of her ass makes her look so big, so powerful. He wants her on top of him so badly. 

He wants to see what she’s going to fuck him with. He rolls over to watch her look for it. 

“Turn over,” she says when she sees him. He obeys, ending up on his hands and knees because it’s too sensitive to lie on his stomach with the cock pressed up against him like that. He waits as she pulls out a mostly pink, soft dildo with a flared base. And he whimpers when her hand closes around it, because holy fuck it’s big. Not, like, unrealistic, her little hand can still wrap around it easily, but definitely big for him. 

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, “Gia, that’s big.”

“No it’s not,” she says, tucking it into the ring, coming towards him, taking his hair in her fist. She pulls his head back to look up at it, and oh, god, yes it is. It has a wide strip of orange and purple in the middle, and it’s so heavy it sags down in the harness, dipping towards his face. “Look, it fits in my hand. You’ll see, open your mouth.”

Leo half-whimpers again and opens his mouth, and she shoves her cock inside it. Oh, it fills his mouth so full. His lips stretch around it. It’s soft and it’s pressing against his palate and down on his tongue. Just the head is in and it’s filling him all the way up. There’s nowhere else for it to go. Leo is almost going to choke already, and he feels so small, so fucking helpless. She holds his hair and slides it back on his tongue a little and he gags lightly, and thank god she doesn’t force it, just lets him choke around it a little. 

“Good puppy,” she husks, holding him down while he chokes. He coughs and drools and struggles to breathe through his nose. When she pulls him off her a thick, sticky strand of spit connects his mouth to her cock. He feels fuzzy. 

“Good boy,” she tells him. She rubs his drool down the shaft of it. “Get it wet for me.” The slick makes webs between her fingers. Leo is drooling for it, already has his mouth open. She pushes back in, and Leo’s eyes shut in contentment. It feels so nice to have his mouth full like that. 

She pushes straight back into his throat, and it’s sore, and he chokes again. She growls and holds him down. His eyes flutter, the back of his throat forced open, thick ropes of drool already pooling under his tongue. He’s hard and swollen around the bulb inside him. He struggles for breath, and chokes again, harder, and she lets him go. He coughs and drools and it drips down his chin and from the thick head of her cock. She catches some of it in her hand. God, that’s so dirty. Leo watches her smear it over her cock, streaking on the silicone. He feels so fucking filthy, looking at that thick, wet fucking mess he made. 

“I’m gonna fuck you with this now,” she tells him, and if he wasn’t already dumb and drooling he would be now. His tummy feels full and hard and hot and he’s brainless, needs nothing but that cock inside him, needs her to make it fit. She sees it on his face and laughs at him, puts her fingers in his mouth, drags the drool from his tongue. He whines. 

She takes her fingers out and grabs his jaw and shakes his head back and forth like a toy, and his eyes half-shut and he moans a little. She laughs at him again and slaps him across the cheek, lightly. He makes a pathetic helpless sound of arousal. He feels so dumb right now. She could probably step on him and he would thank her. 

She reaches around to tweak the plug in his ass, and he yelps. He had almost forgotten it was there, but moving it makes it feel just as sore and stretched as it did when she put it in. He arches away from it. God, it does make him feel nice and full, though, pushing against the bulb in his cunt, making it better. He kind of likes it. 

She tugs on it again, harder. The thick part of it pulls against the rim of his hole. Oh, fuck, he has no idea how she’s going to get that out. It’s so thick and the glass is hard and unyielding, stretching him open forcefully as she pulls back on it. 

“Look at that,” she murmurs, easing it further out, the thickest, roundest part pressing against his hole. She brushes her thumb over his pink stretched skin and he whimpers. It’s so sensitive. He imagines what he must look like right now, both his holes stuffed and cock hard against his tummy, that glass plug spreading him so open and showing Gia everything. Drooling and whining for it on his hands and knees. 

She twists it, and tugs it insistently further, and oh he feels it like his muscles are going to tear, sharp shooting pain radiating outwards. He makes a sound that’s halfway between dumb arousal and real fear, and embarrassingly loud. 

She laughs at him. “That sensitive?” she asks, and rubs her thumb over the raised outside of his hole where it’s stretched around the plug. He whimpers again, helplessly. “This is gonna feel so good for you, puppy.” She tugs gently and can’t get it any further out, his poor hole tight and tense around it. “Relax. Let it out.”

He does, and she gently wiggles it inside him and softly tugs and slowly, finally, it stretches him open until he just can’t take it anymore and then the biggest part is out and the rest slips out easy, dropping into her hand. Oh, it feels so weird to be empty now. He feels raw and sore and open. He can feel the wet slickness of lube inside him. It makes him feel like a sex doll. It makes him want to be full again. He wants it so bad, knows it would feel so fucking good…

“There we go,” she purrs, the plug set aside and her hands on his ass, gripping into the muscle. “Goood boy.” He feels the cushion dip behind him under her weight, and when he turns she has her knee propped up on it. Her hand comes to his waist. It’s heavy and grounding and nice. She strokes his side, and guides him back a little and he feels the blunt head of her silicone cock rub against his ass. 

“Oh,” he says, belatedly. “Oh - no - I can’t-” It’s hard to think clearly enough to say it. “I can’t do that, it’s too big.” Fuck. He sounds like a porn actor. She’s not gonna listen to him. He almost isn’t listening to himself, a big, blurry part of him wanting to give up protesting and just take it. The other part of him knows how much it’s going to hurt, though, how fucking stupid it is to let her fuck him with that when he can barely take a little plug. His breathing picks up, catching in the top of his chest, making him dizzy. 

“Yes you can, puppy,” she says, pressing herself against his back. Oh, fuck. The thick length of her rubs against him, and it short-circuits his brain, shuts down the part that’s scared. God, he fucking wants that inside him. He can’t stop himself from moaning pathetically into his hand. 

“Yes, baby,” she groans, rutting her hips against him a little, mindlessly. “That’s it. Gonna feel so good.” He’s gonna let her. He knows it. He’s too stupid to fight it. 

She gropes around for the bottle of lube and finds it, and clicks it open and drizzles some haphazardly onto him. He whines and twitches at the cold. God, he’s pathetic, he knows it, so stupidly reactive, such a fucking slut he’s gonna let Gia hurt him just to get her cock inside him. Even worse because he gets wetter at the thought. She uses the head of her cock to rub the lube into his hole and he cries out at just that, just the feeling of her close to being inside him. 

“Please,” he chokes. Please don’t, he means. Please fuck me is how it comes out. Gia growl-laughs at him. 

“Yes,” she says. “Yes.” 

She takes the shaft of her cock in her hand and presses the head into his hole. He feels the cold, blunt roundness against him, pushed harder, the very tip forcing him open just a little and holy shit, he is never going to be able to take it it’s so big. He moans. She pushes harder, and it slips out, and she forces it right back into him, opening him up a tiny bit more and it hurts it hurts it hurts. Oh god, it feels incredible. He’s never felt like this before. It hurts and it feels impossibly big and the stretch is like being forced past his limits and he needs it. His mouth falls open and hangs there. 

She uses her thumb to hold it in this time and rocks her hips forward, and his body refuses to open up any more. Instead he’s forced forward over his wrists and almost falls onto his tummy. Gia catches him by the waist and holds him up and tells him to stay still, and then she rocks her hips forward slowly, forcefully, holding him against her and guiding herself inside him. It slips in another centimeter. Every time she moves inside him he feels like he’s gonna burst, like he can’t possibly take any more than this. He doesn’t even think the whole head is in. It’s still getting wider. Fuck, he’s scared again. And so turned on his guts ache. 

“You’re doing good,” she tells him. “This is right for you, you’re gonna see. I’m gonna make it fit.”

“Okay,” he squeaks, trusting that she knows what she’s doing because it seems impossible that this is ever going to be anything but pain. He doesn’t think he can take it that thick, he really doesn’t. It’s so far beyond anything he’s ever done. It hurts so much he almost sees stars. 

Suddenly she grips into his waist and pushes in hard, and he feels the rest of the head slip in and settle inside him. He clenches his hands into the sheets and yells, a loud, painful “Ah!” that he bites back as soon as he can control himself. It feels so big that he’s pushed out of his own body. The sensation is strange and hot and pulsing, and it takes him over. He can’t think, can’t feel anything but the impossible stretch inside him. Ripples of pain radiate through his whole core. And he knows there’s still more. 

“Hah,” she grunts, “fuck, there it is, puppy, feel so good.” Her hands are dug so deep into him. He can feel her bent over his back, the heat of her body against his. He cries out again. The hurt comes in big, pulsing waves. 

She rocks her hips further. He yelps in pain. She’s holding back a little, pretending to care about his noises, but he knows all she wants is to be inside him, and she barely gives him any break before she tries again, pushing him forward and down until he falls onto his stomach trying to get away from her. As soon as his front hits the cushions he feels a startling, overwhelming shift inside him, the bulb of his cock jiggled by the impact. It presses straight up against where she’s inside his guts. Holy shit, holy shit holy shit holy shit. He moans, high and lyrical. 

“Oh, my god,” he breathes, “holy fuck feels good.”

“Aw,” she says, already holding him down, heavy on top of him, pinning him between her body and the cushion. “Are you all full, puppy?”

“Yes,” he gasps. “Oh my god yes. It’s all—” He cuts himself off as she pushes forward, slowly, forcing a little more inside. The head is already in and it’s smooth and it goes easy. “Hooooly shit Gia please hurts. ‘S full, so fucking full.” He can’t even string together a sentence to ask her to stop. 

“Good boy,” she says. “That’s a goood, good boy. You’re gonna take all of it for me, aren’t you? Gonna feel so good.” 

He can’t tell her no. He can’t say anything. All he can do is gasp and moan and try not to cry as she slowly, slowly forces herself further inside him, until his stomach hurts with it. He can’t move, he’s so full. The different sensations of the cock in his ass and the bulb in his cunt and the shaft on his clit have blended together into an indistinguishable mass of pain, stretch, burn, pressure, pleasure. 

Finally, finally, she settles all the way inside him, the front of her thighs settled flush against his body. He’s breathing quick and strained from the pain. 

“There you go,” she murmurs, distractedly, her hands busy smoothing over his ass, playing with him. She cups him with her palm and her thumb and spreads him open a little, and he feels that stretch behind everything else, an ache in his muscles. He moans, wavering, unguarded, overwhelmed, into the cushion. 

Slowly at first, carefully, she rocks back, drawing out of him. Oh, god, this is just as hard as the plug was. He tries to relax and let it out. Thank god she’s careful, and gives him another glob of lube, rubbed into his rim right where he’s stretched around her cock. He fucking whines at that too, because god he’s sensitive there, his hole stretched and wet and pink. His leg twitches up at the cold of it. 

She draws out until the ridge of the head is just tugging at his hole, and then pushes back in, filling him straight back up with what feels like bruising force. He feels it press against his cunt from the outside as it goes in. It’s viscerally creepy, like he could just tear right open, and dirty, and stupidly hot. She growls softly as she fills him. He knows what he must look like, face buried in the cushion, his little waist and his broad shoulders and his little pink hole opening up obscenely around her, his cunt drooling around his cock. It just makes him wetter. 

She pulls out and thrusts in again, her cock almost slipping out and then fucking all the way deep inside him. He moans, twists his fingers into the fabric. 

“Oh, good,” she tells him. “You’re such a little slut for it. I knew you’d like this.” 

He can only respond with another high moan as she thrusts again, picking up the pace a little, starting to fuck him slow and steady. It does feel good, now that he’s settling into it, the deep rocking thrusts that move everything inside him against his g-spot. He already knows he can’t come from this but this feels fucking better than coming, better than anything he’s done alone. 

She pulls out and fucks him again and he groans, legs going lax. The force of her fucking rocks his body on the cushion and he flops like a ragdoll, blissfully, dumbly overwhelmed with sensation. He can feel her hips against his ass with every thrust, filling him up, up to his guts, so fucking deep and stretched and open that he can’t do anything but lie there and take it. 

“Ohhh, ohh, ohh,” Gia moans, lost in the feeling of him, rubbing herself hard against the base of her cock. He whines and clenches around her. “You wanna come? Wanna come for me, baby?”

“Fuuck,” Leo chokes out, “yes, yes I do, please.” 

“I’m gonna-” she cuts herself off with a gritted groan “-gonna turn on the vibration, go on and fuck your little cock against the mattress for me, puppy.” 

“Okay,” Leo whimpers. “Okay, I-” she reaches around his body and flicks a hidden button and the bulb whirrs to life inside him, and he cuts himself off with a muffled scream. He can’t even muster the energy to move himself, so he just clings desperately to the sheets and pants, the vibrations inside him and on his clit filling him up filling him up radiating out and higher and higher until he comes hard with another shuddered scream. His body clenches down in waves, around the cock in his ass and the bulb stuffing his cunt, and still the vibrations press against his clit and he comes again, his fingers twisting in the sheets, his eyes actually rolling towards the back of his head. He trembles as he comes down from it, every muscle in his body suddenly feeling like rubber. 

“Fuck,” he gasps, when he can breathe again, He doesn’t think he can move. His face is pressed into the cushion, and his mouth is open, and it’s wet. He’s drooling. 

His cunt hurts. His clit is somewhere between numb and pain. His tummy is sore from tightening so hard. 

When Gia moves inside him, he almost shrieks, all the pain and the little bit of pleasure too much. She pulls out a little and then pushes back in, and Leo whines and writhes. The vibrator is still on, and it feels like torture. He gasps out that it hurts.

“Boys hurt when they cum,” she tells him, and keeps fucking him. “I’m not done so you’re gonna take it until I am, huh? You wanna be a good boy?” He can hear the strained pleasure in her voice. She’s almost all the way on top of him, holding him down with her weight so he can only struggle a little against the mattress. She’s so, so deep inside, so deep it’s hurting his stomach. 

“I - fuck - I - it does, it does, it hurts, please make it - make it -” There’s no fucking end to that sentence, his mind is mush, useless. His cunt clamps down pathetically around the bulb. He has no control over his muscles anymore, his cunt twitching and clenching with endless aftershocks, his hole hurt and violated and full. 

“That’s it.” She sounds absent, focused, lost in the feeling of fucking him. “You’re a good fucking boyslut. Wanna be a fucking cumdump for me?”

“Hh—  ah,” is the only response he can make to that. Fuck, it hurts so much. It feels so good. He can’t think. If he could, he would think that he’s meant to be hurt. That this is what he’s made for. 

Gia winds her fingers into his hair and holds on the same way his hands are twisted in the sheets. He cries out again for her. She’s gonna come, he can tell by the way she holds him against her so desperately, legs tensing on top of his. “Fuck,” she groans, “fuck, fuck, gonna come in your little fucking cumdump hole, come on, scream for me.” And he does, gasping at the ache as she forces herself deep and holds him there, until he feels her tremble against him, her hips bucking impossibly deeper as she comes. 

After, she collapses over his back, her whole weight pressing inside him and her chest against his shoulder blades. She doesn’t bother to turn off his vibe or pull out of him. His body clenches down uselessly around her, and she can’t even feel it. He has to beg her to get up off of him and let it be over. When she finally slips out of him, flicking the vibrator off soon after, he can feel his hole wink weakly open, aching, emptiness feeling strange now. His clit throbs sharply. 

He rolls onto his back, and watches her unbuckle her harness and throw it to the side. She comes to sit by him on the bed, and rubs the sharp points of her nails through the short hair on the back of his neck. 

He thinks of telling her how bad that hurt. Something in him wants to. Make sure that never happens again. Another part of him doesn’t want her to go any softer next time. He stays quiet and lets her scratch behind his ears, like a puppy. 

[puzzlep1ece]

꒰💐꒱₊_ 18+

golden blush

pairings; plus!sub!fem!reader, dom!doyoung

genre; fluff, smut, angst

includes; fingering, body worship, praise, mirrors, ice, unprotected (wrap it before you play around, boys.)

word count; 1.5k

summary; coming home from work, doyoung finds his struggling plus-sized s/o trying to fit in some cute jeans they bought.

꒰💐꒱₊_ I’m sorry but doyoung gives me uwu cute american boy boyfriend vibes, so that’s how I’m going to write him 😮‍💨 and if anyone else, like me, is reading this and struggling w/their weight and body, allow this to help make you feel better <3 you are beautiful

╰┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ 💐

after a bit of stretching, and a couple curse words, you were finally able to fit into the new jeans that you had bought. they were snug around your curves, pressing your little belly down. sighing as you looked in the body mirror. a frown replaced your thin smile as you noticed a little hole beginning to form by your thigh, jumping as the door to your room opened.

it was doyoung. he’s an idol, working hard every day was just normal for him. he made his way into your room, his brows furrowed at your state. you were visibly upset. “what’s wrong with you?” he asks, trying to be playful.

instead of a giggle, you replied with a quiet “hmph,” angry with your jeans. you then hop onto the bed, which doyoung joins, settling himself right next to you.

his bottom lip curled into a pout, further trying to comfort you. “yah, come on, y/n, I just want want to see your pretty smile.” he says, his face turning back to normal.

“sorry, love, but, I can’t, I can’t get it to fit.” you say, pointing your long nail to the slowly growing hole by your thigh. your attention was also brought to the mirror, watching yourself as you pointed. “I feel stuck. and I feel really, really, fat.”

you see his reaction in the mirror as you turn to it. he looks offended, like you just called him an insult. your lips part, as you catch eye contact with him in the mirror. “what?” you ask, watching his brows furrow with slight anger.

“your not fat.”

“but I feel fat, these jeans hardly fit me.”

“maybe it’s the wrong size?”

“no, it’s my usual size.”

“maybe it’s the brand. maybe they just fit a little snug.”

“but it’s tearing.” you argue, poking your finger though the hole, allowing it to tear faster. “shit.” you curse.

“the jeans are really cute.” doyoung says, hugging you, resting his head on your tucked belly. “don’t say bad things about yourself. I love you for you.”

those words melted your heart, but you were still mad. “I’ll go change into some shorts.” you say, starting to unbutton the jeans.

you slip them off, revealing a cute lace underwear, the color of velvet, and the texture of silk. admiringly, doyoung settles his fingers to trace the pattern, careful not to irritate your entrance. he tilts his head to place soft kisses on your thighs.

“doyoung, I,” you stutter, not expecting his moves.

his free hand snakes up your stomach, to gently rub the skin on your belly. he lifts his body back up, to help you out of your shirt. he noticed your bra matched your pretty lace. he leans backward a little, gazing in awe at your body. your curves. he was in awe, how soft your belly was like a marshmallow. how your little wrinkles on your side reminded him of the bedsheets the two of you were on, moving to place gentle kisses on your cheek.

he peppered your face with soft, delicate, and loving kisses. his hand wandered to your back, finding the clips to your security. he unclipped the clips, allowing the bra to loosen, and the straps falling down your arms. you grunted in surprise, watching as the bra falls, revealing your chest. piercings were pierced though your soft nipples, the thin metal bars allowing your breasts to cool.

his hand from your back moves to the breast farthest from him, gently caressing your body.

“doyoung, I,” you stuffer, nearly completely nude in front of him.

shushing you, he places his finger on your lip. he removes his hand from your body, to strip himself. he took off his somewhat sweat covered shirt, throwing it to land on top of your clothes.

you want to touch him, so your hands wonder to his chest, your fingers grazing over the muscles that he worked so hard on. both of you were so intimate with each other, that every touch sent goosebumps down your back.

after a couple more soft kisses to your neck, his fingers begin to work on his own bottoms. he began to take off his sweats, piling it on the stack of clothes that laid on the floor.

you both were left with nothing but underwear on, guarding both of your bodies from what was about to happen.

“are you alright with this?” he asks, his fingers resting on the lace underwear you wore.

you hooked your fingers in his boxers, playing with the thin band on the rim. you finally nod, and he takes a step further.

he lays you down gently on the bed, to where you couldn’t see the mirror anymore. he hovered above you, kissing your skin gently. his hands running down your sides. your lips finally get to connect with his. his lips were soft and tasted sweet.

his hands trailed down, to finally discard you of your lace. he threw it along with the other clothes, allowing your core to be revealed. goosebumps trail down your skin, mixed with his hands and the cool air kissing your core.

you feel a fingertip placed on your core. a small moan left your lips. you see him smile, a couple of strands falling in his face. his fingers massage your core, slowly adding more fingers, before slipping them inside. your back arched, a groan leaving your lips. you can’t help but blush, your arms bent back like lifting your arms in defeat.

after his bit of prepping, he pulls out, leaving you whining. he shushes you, to then slip down his boxers. his length sprung out, leaving your lips parting in shock. he pumps himself a couple of times, before pressing himself at your core. he slowly presses himself in, allowing yourself to gasp. he locks his hands with yours, squeezing them tightly.

his fingers graze the bedsheets, including them in your tight grip. he finally fits himself all in, after stretching your walls. he places a couple of kisses on your cheek, before reaching over to your bed stand, letting your hands go. he also stops his slow pace, settled inside of you. you whine, which receives another hush.

you have a little mini fridge in your room by your bed stand, where it has held cokes and snacks when you both had your movie nights. now it held a bag of ice, which he brought out.

“doyoung, what is that?”

“shh, I want to try something new.”

he starts his pace again, opening the bag, to press cubes of ice to your skin. you shiver, as the ice melts and water drips down your stomach. he presses a block of ice for each nipple, allowing it to melt. the water dripped down, adding to his pumps making your eyes roll back.

he places a couple of ice blocks where your two bodies met, some drops rolling inside of you. the sudden chill made you arch your back more.

“open your mouth,” he commands, which you do. he drops a cube in your mouth, which you close, allowing the block to melt. “my good girl is so obedient.” he whispers. “your body is so pretty. so pretty. so pretty with my hard cock inside of you.”

you cant help but nod, as he chuckles and continues pumping himself, in and out. electricity pulsated through your veins as sexual tensions grew. you could feel his length begin to twitch rapidly inside of you, heading grunts from him above you.

he curses, and he takes one of your legs to set it on his shoulder, giving him more impact to thrust inside of you. you moan, ripples sending through your body.

“I’m gonna,” you stutter, beginning to scream his name. “doyoung!” you cry, your high chasing you do fast.

“together!” he says, his thrusts becoming faster and much more sloppier. you grunt, whining as he thrusts himself quickly. he returns his hands to lock with yours, no longer supporting your leg on his shoulder, but you keep it there. he turns his head to kiss your leg, then leaning his head on it.

“are you, are you near?” he asks, which you nod.

“it’s coming!”

“together, now.”

you are both in sync as you count in your mind, one final hard thrust, and you both have released your highs, the sticky substances connecting your bodies like glue.

pants can be heard throughout the room, interrupted by laughter from the both of you.

“I love you.” he says, moving a hand to wipe stubborn strands of hair from your face, to see how beautiful it was. sweat made good face all shiny, strands of hair stuck to your forehead.

he let you’d leg down, and he slowly falls next to you. he refuses to take himself out of you.

he pulls you to his embrace, which earns a giggle from you. you hold his face with your hands, meeting noses.

“I love you too, doyie.” you say, peppering his face with soft kisses.

he makes a funny growl noise, and aggressively but playfully showers you with kisses, making you laugh.

he stops, calming down, to then bury his face in your neck. he places a few kisses before stopping, his hand on your head slowly massaging it. you tilt your head down, to kiss the top of his head.

and together, you lay in peace.

[lisardrew]

Matching Lipstick and Nail Polish for Your Inspiration

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Balance the Intensity: If you’re going bold with one, keep the other more neutral to avoid overwhelming the look.

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[millysbeautyhaven]

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[onlyseokmins]

strawberry & cream • k.m.g.

Pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), "established" undefined relationship (?)

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, delayed orgasm (m), subby!gyu technically yeah uh huh, he's pussy whipped okay, lots of baby/good boy, lowkey i'm crying, consensual video recording/nude pictures taken, cumming inside wheee, mild aftercare!! lmk if i missed anything :)

WC: ~3k

A/N: I finally posted smth!! Was thinking of one of the dialogues in class last week lmfao and this is what happened. I'm procrastinating on everything else bc i'm unhappy w/ how they've been turning out but this one isn't too bad... turned out longer than i thought and i even made a quick banner ehehe 🤞🏻 enjoy ~

"You look like you've never felt the touch of a real man."

It's a comment that would have pissed you off if a stranger dared to say it to you. But you know who this tall drink of water is so you agreeably play along. First, taking a sip from the golden liquor swirling in your glass before smirking.

"How observant of you to pick up the fact that I prefer the company of women. They're lovely, kind, beautiful… " Your pointer finger extends to tap against tan skin exposed by the black dress shirt's two unfastened buttons. You lean in close to the tall man as your nail lightly draws circles causing him to groan. "And so soft and supple."

You pull away the minute Mingyu's eyelashes flutter shut when he breathes in the scent of the familiar perfume you're wearing. 

"Unlike you."

Chocolate brown eyes snap back open at your comment but you've already disappeared from his sight. Easily navigating through the crowded dance floor, the gyrating bodies grooving to the catchy techno beat naturally part for you to make your way through.

A large hand wraps around your wrist right before you arrive at the open center. You're swift to hide your knowing smile before he spins you around to face him, sweat glistening on his brow. It doesn't surprise you that Mingyu finds it difficult to move as lithely as you. Although tonight, it just might be the fastest time record he's found you.

"You were quick."

It's a chase and it's a game. Not the way one might think. Even with such a tall figure staring into your eyes, it's you who holds the upper hand. Like a cat tricks a mouse into thinking its escape and safety are secured, you let Mingyu play his cards like he has the winning royal flush.

Unlike a rodent, though, he very well knows to not have a false sense of security. He's well aware of who has the control. You.

But that doesn't mean he'll give in easily.

"Didn't let anyone catch me."

"Atta boy."

He preens under your praise. Mingyu's approachable. Despite his devilishly handsome features, one goofy smile is enough to put anyone at ease. Convince them to talk him up, thinking they might score a chance. But ever since this little "thing" between the two of you started, when that sly glint in your eyes lured him right where you wanted, he's gotten more efficient at blowing people off. 

Just to be the lucky one to have you.

You wish you could be annoyed or tired of him. Content to flirt with one of the many other pretty women and men vying to get your attention. But once again, it seems like you'll be going home with your little brother's best friend.

Warm hands roam your body. Eager to nudge his thigh between yours, you can feel the pleased grumble in his chest under your palms. He likes your outfit. Fingers tease at the large open slits around your waist, hooking underneath the silver double chain that decoratively runs across your hip bones. He tugs up questioningly and raises his eyebrows at the saucy wink you send him.

"Lace and beads," you challenge, "or nothing on at all?"

Mingyu wrinkles his forehead in thought, biting his lip at the faint detection of something hard amidst the heat of your cunt pressing into his thigh. "Fuck, you're dirty."

"What's your guess?"

"What do I get if I'm right?"

"Shouldn't you be asking what's the punishment going to be if you're wrong?"

"I'm sure I'll like it either way."

The disco lights blur when he spins you again, the narrow tip of your heels almost make you lose your balance if he didn't have such a steadfast hold on you. Like he'd let you go on his own accord. If possible, he presses the back of your body even tighter against his firm body so you can feel how much he wants you. Not that it's hard to miss, tight pants almost unable to contain such thick thighs, well-shaped ass, and specifically his dick bulge — especially when it's straining against its leather confines.

"Naughty boy."

"Says the one that always looks so fuckable every time we meet," his tongue plays with the tiny hoop on the upper part of your ear. "So goddamn sexy."

"Bet if I told you to, you'd take out your dick for me right now. Slip it right inside of me in front of all these people."

The change in music drowns out his reply but you can easily tell what it is by the desperate roll of his hips. Like a puppy in heat, he grinds pathetically against the thin blue material covering your body searching for some semblance of relief.

You snake an arm behind his neck to grab at the fluffy locks he's growing out because he knows you like to pull at it. Mingyu readily brings his lips to your neck to lather you in hot, open-mouthed kisses. Throwing your head back against his shoulder and swaying to the beat, he continues to casually explore. Wandering hands move upwards, appreciating the access to your midriff above the high waistband. 

Brushing underneath the swell of your chest, you hear his frustrated moan at the crisscrossed laces just barely stretching enough fabric to cover your breasts. His brain goes fuzzy with the thought of one light tug freeing those gorgeous tits. The only thing holding him back from doing exactly that is the not-so-subtle gaze of the pretty woman that's been keeping her eye on the two of you moving around the dance floor. 

Who she wants is uncertain. Maybe both? The two of you are trying to blend in, acting as if you're not about to tear each other's clothes off right now. A fleeting glance and you probably look like the average dancers surrounding you but a steady, piercing gaze is enough to figure out the undeniable sexual tension between the two of you.

"And you say you're not naughty, Mr. Kim."

He knows you can read him like an open book. "Only for you, god… you know the things you do to me. You alone. But fuck, is this a one-piece?"

"Yeah, you like it?"

"'Course I do, how could I not? But how am I supposed to take it off? I like you better naked, after all."

"Who says you'll be the one taking it off?" Your aloof tone makes him whine and you chuckle. "Luckily, I know a very efficient way to undress."

"Gonna give me a hint?"

Mingyu knows you've started to pay zero attention to any flirtatious gazes when you're in his arms. Which is why he refuses to let go. But of course, you have other plans. You pry one of his hands away from your waist, interlocking your fingers together. Once his grip loosens enough, you step away from his warmth and firm body. Keeping your hand in his, you turn to face him and tilt your head.

"Your answer?"

Brown eyes sparkle mischievously as he weighs his options on how to answer the initial question asked. Your patience will grow thin if you have to wait any longer so he makes up his mind with a toothy grin. 

"Bet you have nothing covering that pretty pussy of yours."

Mingyu lets himself be willingly yanked forward by the hand you're still holding. His lips collide with yours and he's quick to brush his tongue across your lips, asking for entry. You hum in contemplation once you feel his hands wander down to squeeze at your ass and press your pubic bone roughly against his bulge. Your mouth opens slightly, enough so your tongue can poke out and tangle with his. It's a battle he's suddenly determined not to lose as he fights and wrestles against your dominance in his overeagerness.

You press a hand against his pectoral to try and steady him so he doesn't knock you over and feel his heart beating at a rapid pace. Pulling away, you shake your head at the way he chases after your lips. 

"You're awfully bold for someone who knows their answer is wrong."

"I love kissing you," Mingyu admits more to himself than you yet you catch it anyway. It had taken months for even a peck on the cheek to be allowed. Of course, he'd be delighted with whatever few opportunities he's granted to lavish you in and with a kiss or more.

"Savor it now, baby boy 'cause you won't get another chance tonight."

He's elated, smiling at you and puffing out his chest. Eyes darkening with a carnal desire at the strawberry and cream flavor he can taste with a swipe of his tongue over his own lips. Grateful that you said "for tonight", not forever. A thumb daringly smears the complementary lip tint even further from where it's smudged and escapes the desirable shape of your mouth.

"Oh, I look forward to whatever you have planned."

—

Mingyu lowkey regrets those words an hour later when his cock is still achingly hard — oozing precum that's dripping down the entire angry red length and coating his abs. He wishes he could let his mind wander to ward off the orgasm that's been denied its release but that's impossible with you in his vicinity.

Naked. On top of him. Fuck.

You'd shown him how effortlessly you could take off a difficult clothing set. To know one's surprise, you were the one who taught him how to effectively unclasp a bra with one flick. Obviously, anyone would easily shed their clothes to have a chance with Kim Mingyu, so you figured it wasn't that big of a deal.

But guiding a man on how best to pleasure their partner was no small feat. Although the man only cared to focus on what pleased you.

Of course, it was torturing him. Duh.

Even now, the thought of you simply undressing has his jaw tensing. No one should look that good getting naked. But it's you. Doing it for him. 

"Shit!" he rasps out through clenched teeth.

"Aw, what's wrong, Gyu? Wanna cum already?"

"N-no."

"That's right, I didn't give you permission yet. Good boy."

He's panting, trying to keep his senses together but they're so dizzyingly saturated with everything that's you. 

The flashbacks.

When you'd loosened the laces and let your tits bounce out from their binds, putting on a little show for him per his request. Squeezing them together and releasing before bending over to show off the round curve of your ass and the pretty little thong you had on. Lace, chains, and beads in all the right places he'd felt earlier, you knew you could wear fancier lingerie without him ripping it because Mingyu wasn't allowed to touch.

The present.

His hands are gripping the sheets so tightly they might rip but both of you could care less about a hotel's bedding. Veins lining his arms pop out in irritation as he struggles to rein in how much he wants to touch you, knowing you let him get his fill out on the dancefloor and you'll more than likely let him cum faster if he's well-behaved.

The visuals.

You're gliding back and forth on top of his dick, not sheathing it fully inside you. Alternating between jerking him off with your hand instead while you sit on his thighs so he can feel your slick arousal all over them. He's doing so good for you and you're pleased. You'd already cummed once, making sure to slip just the tip in so he loses his mind over how tight you clench around him for kicks and giggles.

He was not beneath begging for you, knowing you thrived off of it. It would be a lie to say it didn't stroke your ego to have such a big, broad, beautiful man fall apart and break into pieces for you. He might've even cried, definitely feeling his eyes water in desperation now. You love it.

So much that you dismount, turning your back as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. Mingyu moans without shame but this one's out of despair. He'd rather be denied any release from the immense pleasure you've subjugated him to than ignored.

"Hush, baby boy, I just want to capture how pretty you look for me. That's okay, right?" 

"Will you let me cum? I wanna cum so bad. Pretty please?" Hips jutting up at the chill in the air making his dick uber sensitive as it flops pathetically against his stomach. "Please, please, please!" 

His "pleases" trail off into a mumbled mess of plaintive begs, big brown eyes pleading. You purse your lips in sympathy when he sniffles, shifting so you can run your hand through his bangs and then cup his flushed cheek.

"Shh, I'll let you cum baby, I will. But you know I need you to answer me." Taking pictures was already established between the two of you — both having your fair share of candid polaroids and videos stored away. But it was still a vulnerable decision and you wanted his clear consent. "Want to hear it from this mouth of yours."

Your thumb traces Mingyu's plump upper lip the same way he did to you earlier. Although you don't hesitate to slip it inside. He readily sucks on your finger and closes his eyes, using it as an anchor to stabilize his breathing and try to clear the haze clouding his senses.

"Y-yeah… Go ahead."

"Good boy, see that wasn't so hard." You snap a few pictures, eating up how good his dewy skin looks under the lighting. You're kind enough to not leave him wanting for too long, finally returning to wrapping your hand around his leaking cock. "Unlike this bad boy."

"'M sorry."

"Don't apologize, you're a vision to behold, Mingyu," you scold seriously. "And never forget that."

"Oh… kay."

"You deserve to cum don't you, baby? Sorry for making you wait so long." You both know you're full of shit. You're not sorry. "Well-behaved boys deserve their rewards, I'll even film a good shot of when you cum — you decide where so you can save it for when you're lonely."

"Th-thank you," Mingyu wheezes out when you begin easing his cock between your pussy lips. Achingly you start to sink down, light spasms causing your hole to ripple delightfully around the full stretch of his girth.

"As long you don't cum until I say so or you'll end up licking it off the bed."

He's so tense you're starting to fear he could tear the mattress. Consolingly, you bring his large hands up to your breasts, encouraging him to squeeze and tug at them as he pleases. Like his favorite set of stress balls, he focuses on kneading them in a way that has you arching your back and causing you to fully sheathe him inside faster.

Sometimes Mingyu can win in the smallest of ways.

You let out paired sighs of relief when the bottom of your ass meets his thighs. "Where do you wanna cum, baby?"

"Inside, god please, inside!"

He babbles helplessly at the sensual way you swivel your hips but you know he can't hold on much longer and want to ensure your puppy man gets his much-needed relief. "Your wish is my command."

The guttural noise he lets out is followed by an incoherent gibberish of him thanking you as he starts to paint your inner walls white with his release. It's a long one that lasts spurt after spurt with an enormous amount of tension unloading from his entire body. You ride him through it, the pleasant way he's twitching inside you setting off your own climax and milking all that he's worth.

You're quicker to recover, obviously. Tilting your phone camera at the perfect angle, you press the red recording button and slowly move your hips up. He grumbles at the loss of your warmth but you coo at him, fingers tapping soothingly where you've braced your hand against his abs for some support.

"Look how good you filled me up, Gyu." You're speaking more to the future Mingyu that will definitely be watching this but the Mingyu now is still listening. "Such a good boy."

He whines at the view he can see, the way globs of his release ooze out of your cunt at every clench you make for show. It's dirty and sinful which is your strongest suit. You save the video and send it to him once you're satisfied, noticing the way his eyelids are starting to droop.

Shaky legs carry you to the bathroom. You return with a washcloth, making sure to be very gentle wiping him down. He shifts onto his side when you've finished and extends his arm over the spot beside him, a silent invitation for you to crawl under the covers you pulled up over his broad shoulders.

And of course, you do. Well aware of how much he likes to cuddle and cling. Mingyu's a needy man all over and a large part of you feels guilty at being unable to give him what he deserves the most.

But he keeps this game going, continually showing up at every bar or club you inform your brother you're stopping by. You're not sure if you hate it or like it. You've left many openings for him to slip away and yet the man doesn't — only insisting on getting even closer. 

Not even the cold, empty side of where you laid next to him as he fell asleep is enough to discourage him. You see, you're not wrong but Mingyu's not simply needy. He's stubborn too. 

A dreamy grin graces his face at the sight of your trademark pink post-it note left on the nightstand for him. It never says much of any substance but it's not like he bothers reading it. He presses a kiss against the lip stain you always leave on it, breathing in the tantalizing strawberry and cream scent he knows so well that emanates from it. Then he slips it alongside the many others in his wallet. Right next to his favorite nude picture of you and the expired, unused condom from the first night he tumbled into bed with you.

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[ravenclaw-daydreams]

𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧 | 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚

Warnings: Smut!! (18+ pretty please), language, adult themes.

Summary: Toss a coin to your witcher...

A/n: I would let this man do absolutely anything he wanted to me. :)

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 small feet patted across the chamber, your feet molding to the cobblestone underneath your skin with every gentle step. Your slip gently caressed your body, the extra fabric flowing after you like a veil.

When he finally came into view, you had to do everything to restrain your throat from releasing a small 'aww' at the sight. There, slightly stirring, was your witcher, cuddled up under blankets to keep warm from the biting weather outside.

Bottles of rum and other liquor rested on the small table beside the bed, signaling that he was enjoying his time off before having to march off in the early hours of the morning to fight whatever monstrosity there was left to fight.

But for now, he was yours until he left again, all of him, every part. It might sound selfish if you said it out loud, but you wanted him all to yourself. To keep him in the confines of your chamber. All yours.

Alas, the Witcher could never be a caged bird, no matter how hard you wished he could be, but the nights like these made the time he was away from you all the more worth it.

You wreaked of elegance. Something that your Witcher strictly was not. Your slip looked like it was spun out of moonlight, the pure white tone almost glowing. Your hair was untamed, but neat all the same. You smelled like roses and chamomile. A goddess... perhaps that was why Geralt would continue to come back to you.

Silently, you approached his bed, gently uncovering his bear-like body, hoping he wouldn't stir because of the sudden temperature change. You simply crawled onto the bed, gently straddling his nude hips, letting your evening gown slip its way down your shoulder, exposing your upper half, your breasts now fully exposed, nipples now pebbled due to the chilled air that circulated the room.

You were in a playful mood, leaning over slightly, feeling your breasts lightly graze against his collarbone, only proving how much bigger he was than you in size, your lips placing soft butterfly-like kisses across his face. You scattered your lips over his scars, his eyelids, and lastly his forehead.

When you finally pulled back, blazing golden eyes met your own.

You gasped lowly in surprise, your hopes of him not waking yet shattered.

"You missed your queue," you smirked, your smile almost like a drug to the man underneath you.

"Forgive me. Although, I would be more than delighted to start from the beginning," he growled playfully, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

You giggled like a small child, before letting him flip you over, his hulking body now hovering over yours as he leaned down and gave you a passionate kiss on the lips, full of flame and desire.

Letting him slip his tongue into your mouth, your lips went pliant as you let him take what he wanted— what he needed. His hands roamed your body shamelessly, feeling every curve up like he was experiencing you for the first time.

His lips traveled to your neck and you wrapped your arms around what you could, one hand traveling up to his hair and grasping onto it as he sucked a brand new purple mark onto your flesh.

"You body," he grumbled in a thunderous and deep tone against the skin of your neck, "It never gets old."

You whined at his praise, the heat between your thighs warming up your body as you tried to rub your thighs together for friction, which didn't go unnoticed by Geralt.

"Aww, hush," he smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes, "Patience is a virtue that looks good on you."

You gave a small huff, but your attitude was promptly cut of by the sound of tearing fabric, your evening gown now nothing but sheds of cloth as the man above you tossed them to the side.

Just as you were about to protest, he pressed your lips to his eagerly, his hands exploring your breasts as you felt his skin fully pressed to yours, his height pinning you down as your eyes closed. The kiss was stealing your breath away.

You did your best to take back your stolen air when he pulled away, looking down at you with so much admiration, you thought you might burst.

“Take me, Witcher. Make me yours,” you pleaded, but unbeknownst to you, you already were his. Completely and undeniably.

But it became apparent that he needed to prove it. A love such as his needed to be described by not only words but also by touch. His one true love. A purpose. Something he longed for to couple with his chaotic, dutiful lifestyle.

“My dear. You already are,” the snow-whites of his teeth caught the firelight, his lips pulling back, a smile gracing his gruff features, “my perfect little dove.”

His hand gently grazed your cheek before you felt him line himself up with your aching, soaked core, and he huffed in amusement when he heard your breath hitch.

A beautiful flower all to himself. To please his cock, to keep him warm, to love him like no other could.

Slowly, you felt his tip pierce your veil. No matter how many times he had been inside you, it always felt like he was opening you up for the first time. You hissed, Geralt placing a comforting kiss to the tip of your nose.

Little by little, he pushed his large length into you, muttering praise and kissing you gently every time you made even the slightest noise of distress.

Finally; finally he was pushed in as far as he could go, your cunt gripping onto him like a vice as he took a moment to let you breathe and adjust, something he rarely did.

“Your so radiant. How could I have ever thought to pass up something like you?” You heard him say, which lead you to wonder if he truly meant to say it out loud.

Leaning over, his lips attached to your neck once again, licking and nibbling the dark spots littered across your skin. New, old, it didn’t matter.

“My perfect girl,” you felt him smile against your skin.

Suddenly, you felt him begin to unsheathe himself from your core, all the way to his tip, before slipping himself back in just as slowly as he took himself out.

You mewled at his actions, your nails digging into his back as he started a slow, calculated rhythm, taking you in the most delicious way possible.

All the while he muttered words of tenderness into your skin, “You always feel so perfect around me. Like you were made for me, my favorite body to lose myself in.”

This which was true. After the things he’s seen and done in his life, you were his faultless escape, a reminder of how beautiful life really could be.

Unhurriedly, (and almost unnoticeably), his pace began to pick up, his grunts and groans of pleasure mingling with your higher pitched moans and whines melodically, an ideal song of pleasure and passion.

Soon enough, he began to pound into you, and that was the point your brain went haywire, your moans increasing in volume as he took you selfishly. You scratched harshly into his back.

This only drove him to continue. The mixture of pleasure and pain was a perfect combination of everything he seemed to seek after.

Your fingers moved up his back, now into his tangled platinum mane, and he growled, his thrusts becoming harsher, driving himself into you vice like it was the last thing he would ever do.

"G-Geralt!" you moaned, your voice stuttering due to the brute force of his frantic, unrelenting, and punishing thrusts, "I- I lo-ve you!" your weak voice yipped, and everything stopped dead.

When you opened your eyes, you found his, his yellow eyes like a tiger's as he stared at you with a look you couldn't read. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. But maybe that wasn't all that was.

"My dear, you have no idea how long I've longed to hear those words fall from your lips." he sighed, leaning down and capturing your soft lips with his.

Without warning, his thrusts resumed, and your world fell back into a spiral of pleasure once again.

"Say it again," he groaned into your ear, his deep voice like thunder, sending chills down your spine.

"I love you," you said with more confidence, a look of determination and lust crossing your features, Geralt watching as it did.

With renewed vigor, his pace resumed, the tip of his shaft banging into your g-spot with every brutish hit, your arms wrapped desperately around his large frame, nails digging into his scars and breath becoming ragged.

Suddenly, you felt the coil inside you tighten to the point it was almost painful, knowing that you were about to let go. Geralt understood the signs, sometimes you were convinced that he knew more about your own body than you did.

"Cum for me, petal, I want to feel you," he grunted, wiggling his hand down where both of your sweaty torsos conjoined until his large thumb found your dainty pearl.

He rubbed it in tight, quick circles as your eyes finally rolled back, your body shaking violently as you felt your sight turn a bright white. You fell into a state of ecstasy as he continued to rock you through it, the tightening of your slick cunt driving him over the edge, his balls constricting as he came deep inside of you.

You mewled at the warmth that bloomed in your core, Geralt's lips going into the crease of your neck, leaving soft kisses everywhere he could reach as you slowly found yourself coming back down to Earth.

Soon, all that could be heard were the soft breaths of the two lovers that laid exhausted on the bed. You loved the feeling of him in your arms as he did everything not to crush you, the white of his hair mingling with the tangles of yours.

Finally, he lifted himself out of you and you let out a whimper as he tried to ease the discomfort with a kiss to the nose. He flopped to the side of you, immediately pulling you in.

He held you tightly as you rested your head on his chest, his fingers gently trailing up and down your exposed arm. And you both sat in silence, reveling in the love you shared for one another.

"I missed you," you finally muttered, feeling your lover let out a low 'hmm' above you.

"As have I."

You opened your mouth to say something, but you stopped yourself, not knowing how he would react; if he would get offended.

"No, speak your mind, girl."

His commanding tone sent you straight to submission as you felt his fingers tilt your chin up to look at him.

"I'm just... afraid you won't be here when I wake up in the morning. The bed gets so cold, and I-"

You were cut off with a quick kiss to your lips, "Everything I do, I do for you. I used to only do what I did for coin, nothing more. But for you, I use the coin to take care of both you and I, the future that you and I both want."

"Truly?" you questioned.

"Truly," the witcher replied, sincerity lacing his voice, "After all, you said you loved me. Couldn't give that up, could I?" he smirked.

You tuned red, "No, it would be a shame if you did."

Geralt let out a chuckle at this, "You're stuck with me."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

[9tzuyu]

exquisite (rewrite)

[old version]

summary: uhhh idk artist!reader gets f*cked by nat

warnings: 18+, smut, choking (verrrrryyy briefly), mommy kink

also its been awhile since i’ve written smut so if this is awful do not perceive me >:(.

thank you moli for proofreading, i love u <3

dt: @nermalina hey bff heres that smut i promised you. consider it a very late birthday gift <3

🏷: @natasha-danvers @kermy48 @yelenabelovasgf @blackxwidowsxwife @slut-for-nat

natasha had been a model for dozens of people, dozens of times. it never crossed your mind that she would model specifically for you. the redhead was aggressively known for rejecting people's pleas for her to let them paint, sketch, or mold her from clay.

so it came as a surprise when you came across an email requesting a one-on-one session with you. had natasha's name not caught your eye, you would've deleted the email and completely missed such a huge opportunity.

you just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.

the all too known model would be at your apartment in half an hour. you had already set up your supplies the night before out of pure nervousness of her arrival.

you stood in the middle of your kitchen, a cup of orange juice in hand as you thought about the different styles you could draw her in. however, your train of thought was unexpectedly interrupted by the sound of a knock at your door.

natasha was twenty minutes early. and god did it feed into your anxiety.

after unlocking the deadbolt, you were greeted with a friendly pair of green eyes. you didn't say anything, only moving out of the way so she could walk in.

she took in her surroundings, and you suddenly felt a little embarrassed about your apartment. it was cheap, invaluable compared to the rich houses you knew natasha had been invited to.

"sorry it's not much," you mumbled.

"no, it's fine. it's different... in a good way i mean." she reassured quickly, "it doesn't scream how much you want to impress me."

you gave an awkward nod and led her into the living room, motioning to her that you wanted her on the couch.

"okay, you can get into any form you want as long as-" seeing natasha with her clothes half off and still going caught your breath. "-you're comfortable."

she saw your panic from the corner of her eye and smirked. natasha tended to have that effect on people, but this was the first time she allowed someone to draw her fully nude. seeing the look in your eyes as they roamed her body gave her the confidence boost she needed.

you bit your lip as you watched natasha position herself. her right arm rest against the armrest, legs situated atop each other while her left arm fell against her hip.

and just when you thought she had finalized her position, she bent her left knee up and spread her legs. you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from moaning out loud.

"how's this?"

you nodded, "perfect."

normally natasha could keep herself busy with small talk, but you seemed to be much more quiet than the other artists she'd modeled for. she liked that though, because she already knew it would be easy to make you squirm.

her eyes steadied themselves on your face. you were very focused on your work, she could tell by the involuntary frown on your face. when you looked up from your canvas you were met with a pair of green eyes staring directly at you. nervously, you tried to glance at a different part of her body, but that would betray you because the first thing your eyes landed on was her cunt.

you tried to cover up your action, but the sound of natasha's laugh indicated that she saw the whole thing happen.

"do you want a closer look?" her voice was raspy, causing you to freeze. "really, i don't mind. the second i saw your picture online i knew i wanted to fuck you."

you felt the air in your lungs leave your body. she stood up from her position and strutted her way into your personal space. natasha towered over you while you sat on your stool. she thrusted her hips lightly against your back so you knew she was in charge. it wasn’t long before her lips began to attack your neck. sloppy kisses littered the edge of your jawline, a generous specialty of hers.

"but the drawing, i haven't fin-"

"i don't care. now do you want me to fuck you in here or in your bedroom? i'd prefer the bed, but i could make eating you out on the couch doable."

your reply was stuck in the back of your throat, but you wanted her more than anything.

she traced the outline of your face before grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at her. "i don't have much patience and if you make me wait any longer, i'm going to punish you." natasha's eyes grew dark, completely different from the woman who initially walked through the door.

"bedroom," you squeaked, but before you could go to move natasha picked you up bridal style and carried you herself.

you almost regretted underestimating how strong she was by her petite frame. almost.

she placed you flat on your back and in an instant natasha had your clothes ripped from your body. "sweet girl, you won't know your own name by the time i'm done with you."

she tugged you closer to her so that she could prop both legs on her shoulders, keeping you wide and open just as she wanted.

natasha kissed the inside of your thighs as she worked her way up. your eyes screwed shut, and you found yourself fighting back the urge to moan.

the redhead wouldn't allow that though. she wanted to hear every noise you made slip from your mouth, and she would do anything to get what she wanted.

"open your eyes, let mommy hear those pretty little moans of yours."

she kitten licked the outside of your walls while massaging both of your breasts with her hands, occasionally twisting your nipples for extra stimulation. she dipped the tip of her tongue further into your pussy before retracting and going back to kissing your thighs.

"mommy," you whined.

you could feel natasha smile against your skin. "there you go, my love." you tried to grind your hips further onto her mouth by pushing upwards, but natasha's mouth quickly moved out of reach.

"ah ah ah, be patient. only good girls get what they want." you rolled your eyes and huffed, earning a loud slap to the side of your thigh. "do that again and your ass will be bent over my knee seven shades of red."

her glare went away as soon as she buried her face back between your legs. she was downright greedy, almost possessive over the gift between your legs.

natasha's role of being easy on you was put to an end. she shoved her tongue into your pussy, graciously accepting every inch you had to offer. seeing your back arch, hands balled into fists as they gripped the sheets, gave the redhead a sense of euphoria she'd never felt before.

"mommy please-"

"you're so beautiful when you fall to pieces." natasha purred. "aren't you glad mommy's taking care of you?"

your only response was a loud whine as her tongue flicked over your clit. "c'mon sweet girl, i know you can use your words."

"yes!" your voice was strained, a series of incoherent grunts and moans filling the room. natasha’s mouth covered the entirety of your pussy and her lapping only grew stronger the more you cried.

you clenched tightly around her tongue. your legs automatically reflexed to close, but that didn’t do anything for you except grant natasha deeper access into your cunt.

“m-mommy!” the feeling of natasha’s nails scraping the sides of your thighs was enough to let you know you could come. “mmm, that’s right baby. there you go.”

when she pulled away, you were greeted with the sight of natasha’s sticky, grinning face as she moved to sit on your stomach. she figured she could give you a small break before really fucking you senseless.

but that didn’t mean she would stop completely.

her hands found their way to your breasts, squeezing and pinching them again for extra stimulation. “you like that, don’t you baby?”

“yes, please, i want more!”

natasha giggled, mocking your pathetic pleas for her.

“not yet. don’t be the dirty little whore i know you are. now you’re going to lay here while mommy grinds on your stomach until she gets tired of it.” her hand offered a gentle squeeze around your throat.

“you’re going to have to draw me with my fingers shoved in your cunt before i let you cum again.” she taunted, slowly edging herself on your body. it wasn’t long before you began to feel her heat against your skin.

and truthfully, you’d draw whatever the hell she wanted you to just as long as she kept coming back.

[moxfirefly]

Ssssooooo I'm gonna keep the "only one bed" trope train and ask for it with maybe Heisenberg? I know you're obsessed with him dont even deny it uwu

*vibrates excitedly* oh BOY!!!!! Thank you Dia, you always gimme the prompts my little heart wants. Shout out to @akumaalert I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to include Karl’s powers being on the fritz due to, sensations, and that wouldn’t be possible if it weren’t for your brilliance!

I’m going off the friggin rails here so,

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

There was a voice in the back of your head that sounded too much like your mother.

It kept yelling at you that this was unsavory, that this wasn’t modest of you and your teachings. Who were you to lie with a man? A man you weren’t bound to, a Lord on top of it. All those sinful talks in the big black book circled your mind like vultures.

But he had offered, no?

It was pouring out after all, a big bad storm complete with thunder and gusts of wind that would’ve blown you away probably.

The nature of this friendship? Complicated, very very complicated. You had racked your brain over it as you had buttoned up one of his shirts and climbed into his bed just as another clap of thunder sounded. It made you scurry, somewhat not as elegantly as you may have liked but nevertheless it didn’t stop him from laughing at you.

For such a large factory it only housed one bedroom which just so happened to be his own. He had every intention of sleeping somewhere else, some way, but you had insisted that it wasn’t fair. The storm wasn’t his fault or your own, the living accommodations weren’t either.

So here you were.

In bed with Karl Heisenberg.

Falling a sleep had proven quite difficult, the insistent slide of pencil on paper, the storm and its monstrous sounds. There was a distant revving of something you couldn’t quite name.

You turned to face Heisenberg with every intention of passing the time.

Or at least to help yourself to ogling him.

Your mother voice rang again.

Unsavory, so unsavory.

But he was there, shirtless, sturdy, muscle in his arms and missing those damned shades for once. Whatever he was scribbling had his undivided attention, as you snuck a glance you saw drawings instead of words.

He could draw?

Rather good too.

“What is that?” You tried to lift your gaze but a large hand fell on the page to obscure your snooping. “Nothing, just ideas” He flipped the page, the white of it begging for ink.

“My apologies… I didn’t know you could draw though” He could still see curiosity adorned in your gaze, a noticeable silence falling as your stared up at him. You wanted something, that’s all he could tell.

“…What do you want me to draw?” He huffed out, even if you excitedly sat up in bed and rested against the headboard with a big smile. “Hmm, surprise me or maybe draw me?” You chuckled but went quiet when you watched him scoot down to the end of the bed onto his side. He flipped open the note book again and squinted at you.

“How opposed are you to taking your clothes off?” He smirked and in turn you rolled your eyes.

“Depends, let’s see how well you draw me first” You shot back with every intent of dishing out what he was. Heisenberg chuckled before picking up the pen to start on the newest blank page. “You better keep your mouth shut about this, don’t want villagers lining up to get my works of art” His movements seemed almost mechanical, eyes occasionally lifting to meet you as he did. “There’s enough pictures of your mother in everyone’s homes, hm?” You watched his eyes roll again but he remained silent, he stole another glance at you, eyes roaming your chest now.

Something about that made your skin warm, a nice blush found itself onto your cheeks.

“You draw everyone woman you get into bed?” You asked rather quietly, the small pin prick of jealousy manifesting in your fingertips.

“No, much to your surprise I don’t have all the women of this village in here for sleepovers” His gaze fell to your now exposed legs and the urge to cover them increased but he was quick to tap the end of his pen on your approaching hands. “Stop moving,” He returned to the notebook with a concentrated chew on the inside of his cheeks. The strands of silvery hair fell in front of his eyes and you wished that maybe you too possessed the ability to draw and capture him.

He was handsome.

Those pesky sinful thoughts found you again and with that came the urge to do something about it.

“You better fucking like it, this is reserved for projects after all” He let the pen rest on the bed and flipped the note book towards you.

Your eyes went wide.

It was a sketch, not polished but there in the scribbly lines of black was your face and your body. The messy details perfectly representing you. Your drawn eyes stood out to you, the slight fall of his shirt on your shoulder stood out to you, the way he took more time to detail your legs stood out to you.

“Is that stunned silence? It’s shit isn’t it?” He glared at the page, eyeing up all its faults but you were quick to move and shake your head. “It’s not shit! I’m just- Karl this is beautiful, you’re talented” You observed the image again, a small crinkle at the corners of your mouth.

“I’d ask to keep it but-“ He took the notebook back, not relenting even as you pouted. “Nope, I like this, all I usually have on here is ugly inventions” And corpses, he obviously left that out. He continued to admire the drawing before he grinned, letting hazel eyes fall on you from above the notebook. “Well?” He simply asked and you knew.

“Might come back here for the nude study if you’re going to make me look this nice” You shamelessly flirted back. Heisenberg laughed, a true sound with not ill intentions. “Well I’m sure arrangements can be made” He closed the note book but his eyes soon found your own, close enough that he could smell the oils that had touched your skin this evening. With a bite to your lower lip and a steadying beat of your heart you leaned in close to him. Heisenberg’s lips pursed momentarily, the anticipation of your lips coming down on his own making something electric pulse inside of him.

But you stopped, an inch away from his lips.

His brows furrowed at being denied and that fact that you found that so endearing made you muffle a laugh between your tight lip smile.

Of course, he had to make you shudder, rub his knuckles across your cheek and dig his fingers into he back of your head. “What, pup?” His voice was barely a whisper, the sounds vibrating against your bottom lip and chin. The gentle nudge to close the distance left you breathless.

His lips were surprisingly soft, the scar noticeable against your lips but the bumpy tissue only served to make you melt against him. It was short, several gentle touches that made you shiver as you felt his nails scratch into your scalp.

Pressing your forehead to his own you sighed, want was there and he could feel it, taste it against your lips, feel it in the shiver on your flesh. A small zap hit your skin and the small yelp that escaped you only served to make him chuckle. “Did you just- was that electricity?” Your skin felt prickly suddenly, he only grinned more like a mad dog. Heisenberg wrapped an arm around your waist and yanked you beneath him, the series of shrieks you let out only making him laugh more. “You can be such a beast” They way your hands landed on his bare chest to smack him was short lived.

Some retaliation was to be had. So you scratched your nails down his body before landing on his waist. The tremble of his arms as he held himself above you made you smile. With a gentle nudge of your knee you trapped him in between your legs, pulling him down onto you by his waist. He huffed, hair falling and obscuring his heated gaze. It was instinct, to wrap your arms around him and feel his so warm and soft and strong against you. The scratchiness of his beard was felt at your neck, along with that his teeth meeting warm skin.

He sucked a bruise onto your neck with a roll of his hips.

“Do you want me?” He grumbled against your pulse, tongue soothing the bruise.

You nodded, digging your nails into his waist before dragging them up his back.

“No, no, pup” He nosed your ear, teeth finding your lobe with a gentle tug. “I need to hear it, use your words” It was almost a purr, enough to goosebump your skin and lift your hips.

“Want you, want you so much, please…” You exposed your neck more for him, felt his lips find your throat. “Good pup” His hands found the neck of the shirt and with one fluid motion you heard and felt all the buttons pop off. He pulled it apart to reveal your chest, he hummed at the sight before him. “Now I should draw this some day” His grin made your cheeks flush again, even more so when he pressed his face against your chest, a rub of his cheek scratching your soft skin.

Lips pressed, tongue drawing patterns as you muffled a whine and grabbed his hair and gave it a gentle tug. “Ka-oh god!” A particular hard bite at your ribs made you grip silver locks with more intention. He groaned at the rough handling of his hair, the strain on his neck as you tugged hard enough that he could see your pupils blown wide for him.

When Heisenberg leaned back, allowed space between both your heated skins, you ached.

Visibly ached.

You followed those talented scarred hands to the front of his trousers, watched as he unbuttoned them slowly. But you couldn’t stay away too long, fingers itched to feel him, to touch every part of him and find out what made him tick. You unrolled what was left of your his shirt and tossed it somewhere off the bed. When he saw your hands go between your legs he palmed himself at the sight of it.

“You want your hand, mhm? Or would you much rather prefer my cock?” He emphasized with a tight squeeze of his hardened length and wordless you replied by removing your hand and reaching for him once more. Ever the asshole, he gripped your hand away and raised his brows, he wanted those verbal answers.

Bastard.

“Your cock, please” Intertwining your fingers with his own you gently brought him back down to you for a long and sensual kiss. Against those lips you whispered, “Inside, want you inside now” just as another clap of thunder hit.

There were more clothes gone, scattered across the room unwanted and unneeded. Heisenberg had every intention of feeling you come apart around him when he entered you slowly. Each hiccuped whine shooting your arms more tightly around him, pressing him down closer to you. The heat he was already exuding was making you break out in a sweat, you felt his hands slide beneath you with a groan the further his slid into you.

He was buried to the hilt, tight heat so perfect he growl against the bruised flesh of your neck. “Fucking good little pup, taking me so good” His filthy words fell against your ear, short but pronounced thrusts making you dig your nails onto his back. “Yesss, don’t be afraid, don’t break so easily baby” Heisenberg leaned his head as far as he could to catch your gaze in all its lust blown glory. He kissed you again, more ferocity, more purpose, all tongues and teeth and demanding bites. The heels of your feet rested at his back side encouraging him deep into you with every thrust he delivered.

Being at the end of the bed doing this felt weirdly interesting, each thrust he gave you made the bed creak, lean away from the wall just a bit, it’s increasing squeak joining the chorus of the storm.

When you dragged your nails down his back, right towards his rear and gripped and moaned loud enough to have him shake, you saw something lift from the corner of your eye. You eyes squinted at the spoon suddenly mid air, you weren’t unaware of his gifts but why was he-

You train of thought was lost to you when he angled his thrusts just the right way to hit your sweetest of spots, every possible question was being tried and language had fallen at the bottom of your list of abilities. You arched into him, neck on display for his teeth to once again find, that tight hold on his rear remained and he seemed to really enjoy it by the sounds and sensations of his heated grunts. “Puppyyy, such a good pup, could stay buried in this hole all week” Oh you would let him, you wanted him in fact, why go back to the village, you’d rather put your days on this bed.

No matter how many dangerous items kept floating about, no matter how his skin felt almost electric as he thrusted into you more feverishly, this is what you wanted.

You wanted him.

“Then do it, oh god just do it please!” He hooked his arms beneath your knees and locked you beneath him either every intention of making your moans louder than the rain. Heisenberg unceremoniously pounded you, every hit making your toes curl and your voice choke up. “Gonna fuck a mess into you, you want it? Mhm?” Dangerous dangerous dangerous!

But you did.

Whimpered a series of broken yes yes yes, at his ear. The bruising hold proved necessarily, you felt your legs shake and stiffen all at once, heard several things sort of just go pop! It dawned on you that it had been the lights but that couldn’t have been the storm-

Your orgasm snuck up on you, quite literally hit you smack in the gut with Heisenberg at his tail end as well, it must’ve been seconds apart from one another. He moaned right against your ear, hips drilling into you with every intention of making you lose your god damn mind. Several objects clattered around you, startling you and in the process making you hold onto him.

His amused chuckle came out in breathless pants, the now darkened room only having a lone candle as the source of light. He gave your hip a gentle tap, “It’s okay, just shit that happens” He sounded somewhat sheepish as you both still panted. You reached up and cupped his sweaty cheek, fingers mapping a crias crossed scar. Here in the dimly lit room he still managed to be the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

You wanted him again.

Wanted all the madness that came with him.

You pulled him down again to show him just that as you kissed him.

[elizabeethan]

The Swan and her Handler

Emma Swan was cursed, and the only way to break it is with True Love's Kiss. Try breaking a curse with True Love's Kiss when you're a damn swan.

Yes, it's true, I've written a CS AU based on Walnut the Crane, a crane who fell in love with her handler. I'm ashamed at how idiotic this is. It’s by far the dumbest thing I've ever written in all my life. It’s nothing more than crack written in about an hour, un-betaed and barely edited. Sorry, and you’re welcome.

Rated T for language

~2000 words

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These damn idiots can’t get anything right. It was bad enough when Emma showed up on their doorstep with perfectly clear care instructions that were completely ignored, but now they keep trying to get her to reproduce as if she’s some kind of zoo animal. 

  Of course, given her current living situation, it does make at least a tiny bit of sense. 

  Ever since the curse, Emma has been stuck in a wildlife refuge and has been unable to get any of her stupid caretakers to figure out how to help her. She knows exactly what she needs, but unfortunately, no one here speaks swan and she can’t exactly hold a pen. Her care instructions were translated upon her transformation, so the one thing that could have helped her now looks like chicken-- er, swan scratch. 

  “She needs a mate,” one of the jack asses points out. “She’ll probably want to mate for life.”

  True, she thinks, although, not with any of the stinky fluff balls you have sent my way.  

  First it was Neal. He tried to mate with her, so she killed him. Last week, they put Walsh in her enclosure, and she pecked at him violently until they took pity on him and sent him to the medical unit. 

  Although today seems different, because her newest caretaker has shown up, and she realizes that he just might be exactly what she’s been looking for. 

Emma Swan, unfortunately very appropriately named, requires a mate who can break her curse, True Loves Kiss the only thing that can bring her back to her truest form as a human adult woman. And when the new dark haired, stunning eyed veterinarian comes strutting into her enclosure, she hurries towards him to get a closer look at his name tag. 

  He jumps away, making some comment about her being fiery , and she blushes, squawking at him as she tries to get closer. Killian , it reads, and if she had lips and not a bill, she would smile. 

  “We think she’s depressed,” the stupid one with the big eyes says. “She’s killed every mate we’ve tried to pair her with.” 

  Good, she thinks. I must have done more damage on Walsh than I initially thought.  

  “You’re just misunderstood, aren’t you, love?” the angel-man asks, making her squawk in agreement. She thinks she could make this quick, this man obviously understanding her horrible twist of fate, so she lunges for him once more, trying hard to kiss his hand and hoping beyond hope that it will transform her back into the woman she's supposed to be. No more feathers, she prays. 

  He exclaims again, jumping and complaining of his hand hurting as she pecks him, so she rolls her eyes and squawks angrily. “Alright, darling,” he says with his hands up, his smooth, accented voice making her heart flutter inside her chest. Her breast? She knows very little about swan anatomy, despite having been turned into one. “Perhaps she’s stressed about her environment. Have you tried giving her a dark, quiet place to nest?” 

  “Not yet,” the dumbass admits. 

  The handsome one, Killian, a name she could get used to rolling off of her tongue, steps away from her, so she hurriedly follows. “Perhaps here in this corner will do.” 

  I would love to spend time in a dark corner with you, she thinks, giving the man what she hopes is a salacious smirk. She watches appreciatively as he sits down, crossing his legs as he starts to fiddle with some sticks as if she would be interested in them. Rather than helping him to make a nest out of the twigs and leaves, she plops herself right in his lap, nestling herself into his crossed legs and gazing up at his beautiful features, earning a smile from him. 

  “There we are, love,” he says happily, clearly surprised that she chose to plant herself upon him, although he shouldn't be. Just look at him, for god’s sake. “Comfortable?” 

  She squawks loudly, making him cringe, then fluffs her feathers in an attempt to gussy herself up for him. If she’s going to earn True Love’s Kiss from this perfect specimen, she’s going to have to work for it. The man chuckles as he looks down at her-- is he gazing? -- and lifts his hand slowly, placing a finger gently upon the top of her head and petting back down her neck, sending a chill down her spine, at least she thinks it’s her spine. She pushes her head towards him again, demanding more attention in an effort to get him to fall for her. It shouldn’t take long; she’s very enchanting. 

  “She’s never been this calm,” the dumb one says, making her snap her head towards him with a glare, shouting at him in disapproval. Killian shushes her soothingly, his finger softly stroking along her stupid feathers once more and making her shut her eyes. 

  “She just needed a bit of attention, it seems.” 

  “We’d best be careful,” someone else says, the bookworm who always thinks she knows everything about swan science. Of course, she probably knows more than Swan Emma. “We wouldn’t want her to imprint on you ,” she seems to joke. 

  “That’s quite alright, isn’t it love?” he asks her, essentially giving her permission to fall in love with this handsome bastard. 

  He comes by a few times a week for the next several months, each time sitting with her in her tiny, dirty nest and not seeming to care that his pants get soiled. She’s always careful to do her business elsewhere, making sure that her prince can sit in comfort when he arrives. She gets angry with him when he brings someone new, a sickly looking male named Graham who she assures is not welcome, so Killian gives up trying to get her to mate with someone. For some reason, they're concerned about her procreating, but she can assure everyone that she will not be giving birth to a damn swan baby while she’s under this curse. 

  One day, when Killian visits near the end of his shift, he’s finally alone, leaving behind the dumb one and the book worm and giving her all of the attention she desires as his strong hand softly pets along her soft feathers. She can’t wait to get rid of these stupid feathers. 

  “You’re quite funny,” he remarks as the sun starts to set. “Unlike any swan I’ve ever met.”

  She squawks at him-- I’m not a damn swan-- and he smiles. “Quire the personality. It always seems like you’re trying to communicate with me.” 

  Yes, you stupid handsome man, that’s exactly right! She tries to nod, lifting and dropping her head in quick succession and making the beauty laugh. She nudges her head against his hand in demand of more pets. 

  “What is it you want me to know, darling?” he asks gently, his voice soft and soothing and deep. 

  She groans, a sound that comes out like a pained cry, and his face shifts. “Are you alright, love?” 

  In pure frustration, Emma drops her head against the man’s chest, likely assaulting him with how badly she smells like bird shit, and he chuckles again, letting his hand run along her feathers some more. “There, there. I know life as a swan must be difficult. All you seem to want is for someone to listen.” 

  She looks up, hoping that her expression conveys her complete and utter irritation at the fact that he’s literally hitting the nail on the head and yet he has no idea. 

  “Such a personality,” he says again. “I’ve got to head home now, love. I’m looking forward to having Chinese for dinner. Perhaps I'll bring you an eggroll tomorrow, or is that insensitive?” 

  She squawks, half because she’s laughing, and half because she would quite literally kill another potential mate for an eggroll. Wanting to beg him not to go, she gives him her best sad face through her inability to emote, and nestles her head against his palm one more time. 

  “I’ll sneak you one, love,” he laughs, and as he does, he finally, finally , leans down towards her, and plants his stupid, dumb, lucious lips upon the top of her stinky bird head. 

  Cramps start to run through her whole stupid bird body, the same ones she felt when she was cursed on Halloween decades ago. He stands, not seeming to notice her pain and discomfort until he’s a few steps away, and he turns back around. “Swan, are you alright?” he asks, as if she could answer, and she shouts back at him wordlessly. 

  She praises whatever gods might be listening as she feels things start to change, her feathers shedding as her skin is exposed to the chilly fall air. The webbing between her toes retracts, her legs turning flesh colored rather than that horrifying orange. Her bill turns back into her nose and mouth, preparing her to smooch her savior rather than peck at him. Finally, she’s back!

  “Bloody fucking hell,” Killian breathes as he stares on, Emma transforming back into her old self, laying in a heap on the ground as she brushes off the dirt and twigs and leaves. 

  “You did it,” she praises before clearing her throat, raw from misuse after all these years. She grins at him as she’s been wanting to since they met, and is met with a horrified, shocked look on his face. His jaw is gaping, his eyes wide as they catch the light of the setting sun. “I knew you would.” 

  “What the fuck?” 

  “You broke the curse,” she says happily, standing up and exposing her nude form to him, cursing the lack of feathers although she vowed she never would. Immediately, he removes his jacket, despite his shock still clearly running through him, and hands it to her. 

  “I did what now?”

  “I was cursed. Why do you think I was such a miserable swan?” 

  He’s looking around, his mouth snapping shut and dropping open in succession as he tries to process the fact that there was a swan in the enclosure just a second ago, and now there’s a frankly beautiful, naked woman standing before him. “You were cursed,” he says doubtfully. 

  “Yes, I was. An evil witch cursed me on Halloween decades ago and I've been stuck in that infernal bird form ever since. All I needed was True Love’s Kiss to break it, but imaging trying to fall in love with someone as a damn bird.” 

  “So you… you fell in love… with me…?” 

  “Obviously,” she smiles, taking a step towards him on shaky legs, tripping and falling into his waiting arms as he catches her, careful not to grope her, although she isn’t sure she would mind. “And you broke the curse, so… Do I have to tell you what that means?”

  “I-- I’m having a lot of trouble processing the fact that I've evidently been in love with a swan for months.” 

  “Well, my name is Emma Swan, so you can be in love with a Swan for the rest of your life, if you’d like.” 

  “Emma,” he murmurs, staring into her eyes and smiling when he seems to recognize her. She’s never been able to see herself in the mirror, because the book worm was worried she would attack it, but based on the way he’s staring, she would guess that the evil witch let her keep her eyes. “Do you know it just happens to be Halloween tonight?”

  “Kismet,” she says softly, gazing up at him. He lifts his hand like he did while she was planted in his lap, and she’s finally able to feel his calloused finger along the skin of her cheek, then of her neck, just as he had done before. 

  “Aye,” he agrees. “The spirit of the holiday does make this whole thing a bit easier to accept.” 

  “Yeah,” she says dismissively. “Now take me home. I was promised an eggroll and I haven't eaten anything but grass and stale bread in almost thirty years.”

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[bby-d1p]

Mexico Trip for ROTY Celebration💕

This baddie is a lil on the longer side sorry for any mistakes this was rushed😍💕

"Hey bebe I'm back" Jamie came barging into the room of our suite I pulled the covers over me quick."Y-you-you're supposed to be out planning for another thirty minutes" I stuttered over my words closing my camera roll from a video she sent me when I went overseas I am in a drought ok. Respect my hustle."I've been gone for forty-fi"- she cut herself off "what were you doing?" She questioned slowly crawling on the large bed."uh nothIIIng-"My voice cracked "Nothing" I cleared my throat sitting up and attempting to put my hard dick back in my pants."You sure?" She tugged at the blanket and I gulped. "Because it doesn't look like you weren't doing anything" she yanked the blanket off and my dick popped out."Fuck" I whispered 

"Wait so you was touching MY dick" She said getting off the bed I laughed."What do you mean you're dick "I raised and eyebrow as she went to lock the door. "Like I said you were touching my dick." She let her hair down. You say all the time nobody touches you're pussy; but you can touch what belongs to me? That's not how it works"My eyes never peeled off her; she had taken off all her layers except her grey lace set. I saw some words on the back. "Turn around." I said taking off my shirt. "LaFrance" I read the word in red. 

"Nice ring to it don't ya think"Jamie smirked at me as I stood up and walked towards her. "I think you having my last name would be better" We were both face to face I felt her breath on my chest, our height difference will always make me laugh. Jamie tugged on my shorts telling me she wanted them off.I slid them down and picked her up and lined myself up with her entrance while walking in front of my bed."New positions? have you been watching porn?" Jamie stated and I laughed and turned red."All you have to do is ask next time ok" she implied about nudes"Ok" I chuckled and laid her on the bed, she pulled me into a passionate kiss.I ripped her lace underware by accident and started to rub her clit. "These were made just for you what the fuck" she whined. 

I started kissing down her neck."hush I'll by you more" I unhooked her bra with my loose hand. "oouo" she said making me laugh into her stomach. "C'mon I'm tryna fuck and you making me laugh" I said slamming into her without warning. "Shit" she yelled loudly."You grew so much bubba" She moaned and gripped the sheets. I sped up my pace and threw my head back in pleasure. It was like she was a virgin all over again. "Really?" I laughed and started to nibble on her neck with my chains dangling in her face."you're so deep" She gasped I felt her walls clench knowing she was close and pulled out."bitch" she mumbled into my neck. "shut up" I said rather harshly by accident "damn m-" Before she could finish, I plunged my tongue onto her heat making her moan and run her fingers through my curls."MMM melo" Jamie whimpered and I slid a finger in making her gasp."Fuck right there" she blew out as I kept pumping my finger in and out of her wet core. "This is mine you know that right? I don't want ANY nigga in this pretty pussy but me ok?"I said as I kissed her clit and made eye contact with her lustful eyes. I sucked on her clit while I slid another finger in.

"o-okAy" she moaned in pleasure I saw her eyes roll back meaning she was close. "shit MELO!"I removed my tongue and fingers and stood up."Lamelo... its one thing to rip the lace set I got for you.... and its another thing NOT to let me cum c'mon baby please"She pouted seductively while sitting up one her knees. "Stop rushing "I tapped my length against her lips giving her a smile. She moved her hand up in down my shaft steadily making me quiver under her touch. She looked at me with the most innocent face. I would never believe she was this freaky."MM" I groaned as she swirled her tongue around my tip.I took a handful of her beautiful curly brown hair and admired her for a second. I could stare at this sight all day. She started to bob her head up and down with ease but gagged here and there.She pulled me out her mouth to speak."I want my face fucked" she said simply as if it was nothing. Surprised; I gently slid my hard length to the back of her throat. Jamie puffed out air through her nose in annoyance at my slow pace."Lose it" 

I referred to her current attitude. I grabbed the back of her neck bucking my hips back and forth causing drool to pour out of her mouth. Moaning erupted from her vocal cords as Jamie began to pleasure herself.”shit” I grunted as I puled out and came on her face. SHe stood up proudly and went to wipe her face off. I watched as Jamie slowly strut her way towards the bed. She sat there with her legs wide open giving me a clear view of her fingering her self. I didn’t think it was possible but I grew harder from the precious sight in front of me.She began to shake and I grew jealous as I walked towards the dresser next to the bed. I pulled out a hot pink vibrator I bought a few weeks back. 

“Fuck“ Jamie screeched as she came squirting all over the place.Walking up to the bed, I wrapped my hand around her neck and pushed her back while tapping myself against her. "what’s that" she put her baby pink nail in her mouth. “Just a little friend” I responded sliding my dick in her entrance and flicked the vibrator on; applying it to her clitoris specifically. Jamie was wet beyond measures which drove me crazy. “Shit soaking”I threw her leg over my shoulder. "Fuck" I threw my head back in pleasure, her walls felt like a rubber band around my dick. "This is all mine right papa?" 

Jamie said while massaging her left boob."You're so deep"she cried."You barley got the tip mama"I said going deeper. She tried to push me back I chuckled."Move your fucking hand"I rp swatting her hand out the way."Shit I forgot the condom" I slid out and grabbed on of my dresser and slid it on."Condoms make me cringe"She rolled her eyes"You stopped taking birth control sooooo"She pulled me into a kiss and flipped us over and lined my dick up with her core."Damn" I groaned as she started to slide down. "I gotta take all 9 inches bubba?" She batted her eyelashes and started to mover her hips in a circular motion. "ye-yes" I was a stuttering mess as she started to bounce a little. "Damn"I moaned in pleasure grasping her hips as she grabbed the headboard.

"Shit Melo I swear I feel you in my stomach" she groaned. I pulled her into a kiss and started to run my finger tips up and down her body."You're so tight mama"she smiled through the kiss and started to leave hickeys. Our eyes rolled back as we came together."Hands and knees" She rolled her eyes------ and not out of pleasure. "I'm not finished" She smile and flipped around so she was facing my dick while her heat was directly over my lips. 

69

Jamie started to move her hands in an up and down motion along my shaft"mmm" Jamie pulled off the condom and I groaned. Jamie twirled her tongue around my tip, lightly sucking on it. I slid two fingers into her dripping core making her moan."Melo faster" Jamie pleaded."fuck" her moans on my tip were driving me crazy. I began lightly kissing her inner thighs and lips.She began to whimper as I sucked on her clit."mmmm"she moaned and taking all of me in her mouth."Shit"I groaned. "Melo" she cried I could tell her eyes were closed."FUCK" Her legs shook as she came and squirted all over my chest. I could taste  the fruit she had eaten recently I'm guessing; pineapple and strawberries."you gott-go-gotta clean yo- you're..........."

I paused as she gave one last lick before I came in her mouth.She swallowed before licking off the access cum. "You were saying papa?" Jamie climbed on top of me.I grabbed her by the throat;"Clean your mess"I said "No" I stared at her. "Wait I thought you said no for a second"I laughed "I said no you clean it or I'll make it again"I gripped her by her throat making direct eye contact."Clean your mess"I stated through gritted teeth; and she began to lick all her juices off my chest.My hands gripped her ass as she lifted her head up to kiss me."Hands and knees; face the mirror" I demanded before giving her one last passionate kiss. Jamie climbed off me and arched her back.

 "Always hand and knees" she mumbled."Watch yo damn mouth" I said pounding into her with out warning immediately hitting her g-spot."FUCK!"she yelled."The next time you get smart and mumble some shit; I want you to remember how beautiful you look in this position"I kissed her ear she was a moaning mess, At this point I knew I wasn't just fuckin' but I'm making love to her. I can see it in Jaime’s  lustful hazel green eyes."Shit I'm close" she grunted while her eyes rolled back. "You feel so good" 

I whispered in her ear. "yes right there oh my GOD. Make me feel good papa" Jamie screamed."It's alright mama I got you."I answered while she came with her juices flying everywhere. I pecked Jamie's lips while she straddled me. She began to kiss down my stomach and around my V-line ”baby girl stop being a tease” I moved a curl out her face.She licked from the base to my tip sending shivers down my spine.For some reason Jamie only focused on my tip, I wasn’t mad at her though; that shit felt good.

---------------------It’s getting TOO long at this point------------------

"Shit I'm finna bust" I gripped the sheets. I stayed silent as slowly released into her mouth."fuck , go ahead mama cream" I saw her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I kissed her jaw and neck."Yes right there" her walls tightened and she soon climaxed."Thank you"I was pulled into an intimate kiss making me groan as her tongue slipped through my lips.I pulled away and held Jamie by her throat. "As long as your name is Jamie Amanda Ball, you never tell me no or I'll make sure you wont walk for months" she gulped and shook her head yes.”Congrats my Rookie of the Year” Jamie pecked my lips and laughed once I started to tickle her.

[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. This is a simple, porn with a plot story about you and your boyfriend Poe Dameron.

After a night of drinking the two of you get intimate in an interesting location.

Warnings, XXX smut, both genders oral sex, unprotected sex, general kink between two consenting adults in love. Lol. Not for anyone under 18.

Trust me

Having Poe Dameron as your boyfriend was interesting, to say the least.

You'd been an exclusive item for nearly a year. You were inseparable and a wedding was in your not too distant future.

Poe was an absolute sweetheart. A romantic at heart who spoiled you with affection and made you laugh.

You had insecurities about your body but Poe made you feel beautiful. Every flaw that you hated he appreciated, even your not so flat belly and slightly jiggly arms.

Poe had just returned from a dangerous mission but much to your surprise he was full of energy. Instead of a quiet night at home the two of you decided to go out and have a few drinks at the cantina.

Even before you had a single drink you were horny. You always got that way when he was away from your side for an extended period of time.

"Y/n, you're all over me and you haven't even had a single drink yet".

The two of you were sitting in a booth, close together.

Poe was teasing you as sat next to him, gently nuzzling his neck affectionately.

"I was worried sick". You told him with a slight laugh.

"I also have a few itches that need scratched".

"I bet". Poe told you with a slight laugh as he closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasurable sensation of your lips against his skin. "I've had you on my mind too, you're all I think about when I'm away".

Your hand wandered under the table and into his lap, his thick cock was rock hard and ready for you.

You stroked him gently through the fabric of his pants, causing Poe to bite his lip.

After a few drinks apiece you were both buzzed. Poe leaned over into your ear and whispered,

"I have a crazy idea".

"Oh no". You told him with a giggle. "I don't know sometimes about your crazy ideas".

"Trust me on this one". Poe said with a sexy smile as his dark eyes met yours. "You'll like this".

After you paid for your drinks Poe led you to the resistance hangar.

And right to the millennium falcon..

"I don't think this is a good idea". You told Poe with a nervous laugh. "What if we get caught?"

"We won't get caught, trust me". Poe told you with a slight laugh.

Once aboard you were led to the captain's quarters, where there was a large, extremely comfortable looking bed.

While you were still standing the two of you began to kiss. Poe slid his hand under your short skirt and began to stroke your wet cunt through the soft fabric of your panties.

"Mmm, you're ready for me, aren't you?" Poe whispered into your ear. "But you know I need to taste it first".

You unbuttoned your blouse, revealing your bare breasts. His dark eyes were burning with desire as he scooped you into his arms and placed you on the bed.

Off came his shirt, and then his pants and boots. His beautiful cock was rock hard and oozing precum.

Poe reclined on his back as your head went between his legs. You took as much of him into your mouth and down your throat as you could, making him groan and cuss in absolute ecstasy.

"Fuck, you're so good at that". Poe moaned as he grabbed a handful of your hair as you continued to go down on him.

You then placed his cock between your breasts and began to tit fuck him, making Poe cuss under his breath and buck his hips a little to match your movements.

The two of you switched positions. With your legs spread nice and wide, and resting on his shoulders, Poe began to go down on you.

First his tongue gave your clit a few soft, teasing little licks as his finger circled your aching, wet cunt.

His soft, curly hair grazed the sensitive skin on your inner thighs, making you moan from delight.

Slowly and gradually his tongue slipped down further, penetrating your wet, pink cunt.

You could feel the tension building in your body as Poe massaged your clit with his finger and tongue fucked you.

"Poe, P-O-E, damn it". You cussed out loud as you could feel the warmth spreading throughout your entire body.

"I want to fuck you and make you cum on my cock". Poe announced as he immediately stopped what he was doing.

Your cunt was fully aroused and lubricated with a mixture of your own juices and his saliva.

Poe slid inside of you with ease. The familiar, pleasurable stretch of his wide cock made you dig your nails into the smooth, tanned skin of his back.

"Oh baby, you're so tight". He moaned, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of his body inside of yours. "I could just stay here, like this, inside of you all night long".

Poe thrusted into you slowly and gently, enjoying the feeling of your warm, wet walls against the hardness of his cock.

As the warmth of your own climax spread throughout your body your cunt began to throb and pulse around his cock, silently thanking him for a job well done.

With a deep, guttural growl and a hard, desperate thrust Poe filled your tight cunt to the brim with his thick cum.

Your heads were both spinning from a combination of adult beverages and orgasms. With a minimum exchange of words both of you passed out nude in the bed.

The next morning, your head still throbbing a little, you were awakened by the sound of Poe cussing and frantically getting dressed.

"Ugh, what time is it?" You asked as you groggily sat up, your hair a mess and your eyes narrow slits.

"It's time to get dressed and get the fuck out of here before Han Solo finds us and kicks my ass". Poe explained as he tossed you your clothing. "Come on, hurry".

"I thought that noone would catch us?" You asked, a slight smile appearing on your face.

"Well, I didn't think that we would pass out and fall asleep". Poe replied, a sheepish grin appearing on his handsome face.

"You and your brilliant ideas". You taunted with a laugh as you hastily got dressed. "Seriously, Poe".

The end