#COILS PLS :3

[pumpkin-patch-cat]

Also, I need more poc hairstyles on Love and Deepspace.

Gimmie Space buns and box braids, please.

♥︎✨️🥺

[misswynters]

The Noble Daughter

Viktor x fem! reader / wc. 1.5k

synopsis: You are the daughter of a influential noble house. And Viktor is your little secret.

warnings: 18+, smut ofc, getting caught, him whimpering, soft sex 🫶🏼, reader getting eaten out, switch lean sub! vik, fingering

there might be some mistakes… -.-

[note | pls don’t just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. i don’t want to get shadowbanned <3

Every shadow and flicker seemed to embrace the secrecy of your meeting, cocooning you in a world that was just yours and his. Viktor turned at the touch of your hand on his shoulder, his amber eyes widening in surprise before they softened, filled with a mixture of longing and tenderness that made your heart ache.

"You shouldn't be here," he murmured, his voice low and gentle, laced with both worry and desire. But his hand found its way to your waist, as though he couldn't bear the thought of letting you go.

"I had to see you," you whispered back, lifting a hand to his cheek, fingers grazing the roughness of his stubble. He leaned into your touch, and before either of you could say another word, his lips met yours.

The kiss started soft, hesitant, but soon grew with a fierce urgency. Viktor's hands moved to your waist, pulling you close, as if he needed to make up for every second you'd been apart. He broke the kiss only to breathe, his lips brushing over your cheek, your jaw, leaving a trail of heat wherever they touched. You leaned back against his worktable, the cool metal pressing into your back.

With a glance up at you, Viktor lifted the edge of your blue dress, his fingers grazing the bare skin of your thigh. The contact of his hands sent a shiver up your spine. His gaze flickered up, silently asking permission, and at your nod, he continued, his hands guiding you, exploring every curve with a careful reverence.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice gentle, his eyes searching yours, filled with both longing and concern. "I don't want you to feel..."

"Viktor," you murmured, sliding a hand along his jaw, tilting his face so he could see the determination in your eyes. "I’m in desperate need of your touch."

He bit his lip and with a shaky breath, Viktor nodded. His eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself between your legs, his hands gripping your waist. He entered you slowly as he filled you inch by inch. This is what you were yearning for. His eyes were shut close trying to suppress his sounds, however here and there a whimper would slip through.

Each thrust was met with the wet, quiet sounds of your bodies slapping against each other, amplifying every sensation in the silence of the lab. All you could hear was the wet squelching sounds you’re pussy made as he continued to fill you.

As he moved, Viktor's hands slid under your thigh, lifting one leg to rest against his hip. The new angle sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out, your nails pressing into his shoulders.

Viktor's breath grew heavier, his forehead pressing against yours as he tried to hold back his own sounds. His gaze dropped down between you, watching where you were joined, the sight sending a shiver through him that made him let out a quiet whimper, his grip tightening on your thigh.

He began a slow, steady rhythm, each movement creating soft, wet squelching sound that continued to grow rapidly. The intimacy of it, the restraint you both held, only made the tension coil tighter. Viktor's gaze was intense, filled with both wonder and awe as he watched the way your bodies moved together. "I never thought..." he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. "You're... everything I dreamed of."

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a breathless kiss, muffling both your gasps as he quickened his pace. The sounds between you grew louder, the wet, rhythmic noises blending with the quiet hum of the lab, filling the space with a symphony meant only for the two of you. Every motion, every shift, was precise, Viktor's movements guided by both his passion and his care for you.

The tension built, coiling tight as Viktor's restraint began to slip. His breaths came in shallow gasps, and his eyes met yours with a look so full of longing, of devotion, that it nearly undid you. You clung to him, burying your face against his shoulder to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, your body moving in time with his, caught up in the quiet, forbidden passion.

With a quiet, trembling sigh, Viktor buried himself fully, his own quiet whimpers echoing softly in your ear as he felt you shudder around him. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining, grounding you as the last waves of pleasure washed over you both.

In the stillness that followed, Viktor pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, his hands still resting at your waist, as though he couldn't bear to let go. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice full of awe and tenderness. "For loving me... for being here."

Moments have passed since you have reached your first organism and you were still on the table. As the quiet settled over the lab, Viktor held you close for a few lingering breaths, his forehead pressed gently against yours. But soon, the intensity in his gaze softened, replaced by a tenderness that left you breathless.

With a quiet reverence, he carefully knelt before you, his hands resting on your thighs. He was weary to not hurt himself which would cause him more pain on his limp leg. Viktor’s golden eyes met yours as he slowly lowered himself, his expression filled with something almost worshipful. He pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee, then to your thigh, each touch lingering as though he was committing every inch of you to memory. His lips moved higher, grazing over your skin with soft, open-mouthed kisses that left a warm, tingling trail in their wake.

Your breath hitched as his mouth moved closer towards your pussy, the intensity of the moment making your heart pound.

Viktor's metal fingers traced along your thigh, the coolness of his touch a delicious contrast to the heat he was leaving with his lips. His long, slender fingers followed the curve of your leg, slipping inside your walls with a grace that was gentle. You felt his thumb press softly against your skin, steadying you, while his other hand reached up to rest at your waist, grounding you in the moment.

The coldness of his metal hand sent a shiver through you, heightening every sensation, and he seemed to notice, a slight smile tugging at his lips. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a hint of mischief in his gaze. "Still alright?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern, but his tone held a knowing warmth.

You managed a nod, your hand reaching down to thread through his hair, tugging him slightly closer. His lips quirked into a soft smirk before he returned his focus to you, pressing another kiss to your folds. His mouth moved with a slow, deliberate patience. His kisses growing bolder and deeper, as his tongue darted inside you.

Viktor's metal fingers traced light patterns along your skin, each touch careful, his control a testament to his dedication. As he moved higher, his thumb pressed gently along the inside of your thigh, guiding you open for him with a mixture of care and desire. The coolness of his touch, combined with the warmth of his lips, sent tremors through you that you could barely contain.

His mouth hovered near your folds, his breath warm against you, but he paused, looking up with a gaze full of tenderness. "You're... beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely a murmur, as though he was confessing a secret.

Before you could respond, his lips finally met your pussy, a quiet, reverent kiss that left you dizzy. His metal fingers continued their journey, a gentle, precise touch that sent waves of sensation through you, heightening every nerve. He took his time, savoring each reaction, each shiver, his mouth and hands working in tandem as he explored, worshipping every part of you with a devotion that left you breathless.

As his cool fingers reached deeper, finding your sensitive spots. His mouth followed, leaving soft, lingering kisses that melted any remaining restraint. The contrast of his cold touch and the warmth of his mouth created a rhythm that had you gripping the edge of the table, biting down on your lip to keep from crying out.

Viktor's pace quickened, his cool fingers moving with a newfound intensity. Each motion was calculated yet filled with passion, his gaze flickering between his hand and your face, drinking in every reaction, every quiet sound you made. His metal fingers, precise and deft, moved inside you at a pace that left you breathless, teetering on the edge as he guided you closer with each stroke.

He murmured soft, breathy reassurances between the kisses that he laid on your thighs. His voice filled with warmth."You're perfect... absolutely perfect," he whispered, his free hand caressing the curve of your thigh.

Viktor's replaced his slender fngers with his tongue again, alternating between teasing flicks and deep strokes, savoring every taste. His metal fingers splayed across your thigh, holding you firmly, while his other hand trailed down to his own body. He shivered as he began to touch himself in time with his mouth on you, his quiet moans and hitched breaths vibrating against you, only intensifying your pleasure.

He glanced up now and then, his amber eyes darkened with desire, watching the way you responded, drinking in every soft gasp and tremble. The sight of your flushed face and parted lips seemed to drive him further, his movements becoming more hungry as he lost himself in the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers dug into your skin, his grip tightening as he grew more desperate, his own moans blending with yours, low and needy.

The lab was filled with the squelching sounds of your bodies. A mix of his restrained groans, the wet, rhythmic noises of his mouth, and your own stifled whimpers. You felt like you could cum any second as your stomach turned tighter. Viktor seemed to sense it, as his tongue pressing deeper, his pace quickening. His free hand gripped your thigh harder, pulling you even closer to him, as though he wanted to consume every last bit of you.

Just as you felt yourself reaching the edge, Viktor lifted his head slowly, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. His chest rose and fell in deep, unsteady breaths, his flushed cheeks and slightly dazed expression showing just how much he'd enjoyed himself. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your thighs, grounding you as you came back down, while he gazed up at you with a look of pure adoration.

He brought his metal thumb up to wipe away a stray drop from his chin, a slight, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You taste... exquisite," he murmured, his voice low and rough, a mix of pride and lingering hunger shining in his eyes as he leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste the passion you had just shared.

Viktor then reached towards your soaked pussy to finger you again. The quiet wet sounds filled the air, amplifying the intimacy of the moment, creating a world that felt entirely your own. But then, a faint creak echoed through the room, and both of you froze. The unmistakable sound of the lab door opening snapped Viktor back to reality, and he stilled, his eyes widening as his gaze shot up to yours. You both turned, just in time to see Jayce entering, a stack of papers in hand.

Jayce's eyes met yours first, and then drifted towards Viktor, his fingers still inside you. For a brief, painful moment, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant hum of hextech machinery. Jayce's expression shifted from surprise to awkward shock as the realization dawned on him. His mouth opened, as though he wanted to say something, but words seemed to fail him.

"I... I didn't mean to interrupt," he finally managed, his tone caught between embarrassment and disbelief. Jayce quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing as he backed out of the room, practically stumbling over his own feet.

"I'll... come back later," he stammered, disappearing from sight. The door clicked shut, leaving the lab filled with silence once more. Viktor's face had gone red, his eyes fixed on the floor, clearly mortified. But as he glanced down at you, the edges of his mouth twitched, and a quiet laugh escaped him, breaking the tension.

"Well," Viktor murmured softly, a hint of humor in his voice, "that... was unexpected." He lifted his soaked fingers towards his mouth as his other hand still lingering on your waist, sucking all of your juices as he maintained eye contact. His mouth made a popping sound as he let his fingers go from in between his lips. He then led his once soaked fingers towards the back of your neck, caressing your hair.

"Perhaps we'll continue... later?" he suggested, his voice low, a promise glinting in his eyes as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. You couldn't help but laugh, nodding as you pulled him into an hug. You hoped that jayce didn’t go out and tell anyone what happened. Because if he did and your parents knew, you would sure be in for a scolding.

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[2tarbell]

i need some blue collar rafe pls. i love that man

can u pls do something with like sweetheart!reader !!

maybe like some slow soft passionate sex before he has to go to work at like 5am

and it’s jus so loving n aww ☺️

anyways i love u and ur mind mwah mwah

BLUECOLLAR!RAFE + SWEETHEART!READER ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

it was no secret that rafe had a soft spot for you. the hardworking, calloused man melted into a puddle for those puppy eyes and that little pout.

he knew you hated when he left, but you’d hate it even more if he didn’t wake you up to say goodbye. what started as kisses on the way out turned into sliding his morning wood into your warmth — watching with sleep glazed eyes as the intrusion slowly woke you.

now he can’t even get out of bed without you pulling on his strong arm, dreamy voice begging for him to stay. you were half asleep, eyes still practically closed, but he couldn’t do anything other than indulge you.

it was how you found yourself being spilt in half at 3:45 am, an hour before he needed to be on the road ‘abandoning you’. rafe never laughed at that joke.

he was holding himself above you, forearms caging in your head. with your hair all disheveled and practically drooling — he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“fuck, how’re you so tight?” he heaved.

his gravelly words raised goosebumps across your pleasure-fuzzy, warm body. you were always so pliant this early, letting him stretch your legs over his muscular shoulders. the deeper press of his cock to your g-spot left you unable to speak coherently.

your hands clutched at his head, holding him close and brushing your soft lips against his with every precise thrust. rafe loved you like this — hips canting and so desperate for release, for him to stay.

“please, daddy— please—“

his hips stayed slapping against yours, the creamy ring of your arousal creating a sopping sound. his pubic bone kept hitting your clit perfectly and pulled whines from you. swollen lips letting out a hiccup when he thrusts in to the hilt.

rafe hummed, a low sound in acknowledgment of your state. he lifts his hand to your mouth, your lips parting against the intrusion of his thumb, taking it in to the knuckle.

“god, you’re takin’ me so well,” he mutters, his hips rolling against yours, “bein’ so good… so perfect for me.”

you let out a garbled moan, eyes drooping from sleepiness and the pleasure he was providing. he just knew — knew how to make you unravel and turn dumb.

sucking on his thumb eagerly as you could manage, languid from sleep and the kiss of his mushroom head against your cervix. with a pop he pulled the digit from your mouth, sliding between your bodies and rolling it over your puffy clit. the gathered spit mixed with the sparkling sheen of your arousal, making the flicks of his thumb smooth and effortless.

“oh my god—!”

you choked out, head diving back into the pillow behind you as his slow, deep thrusts make that coil in your tummy feel almost too tight. the feeling all consuming and unfamiliar.

rafe takes the advantage to sit up on his knees, wrapping a large hand around your throat — tight enough to let you know he’s there, he’s got you.

“mmh, i know, shhh — oh, shit — look at that…”

his hand slides around to the back of your neck, tilting your head down to see what he sees. you watch dumbly as you squirt all over him, coating his abs and dick with your cum.

it’s like you’re out of your body, watching yourself come undone while your hearing goes fuzzy with the intensity of your orgasm.

suddenly flooded with warmth as his pants get more whiny, indicating his own imminent release. he leans down, pressing his forehead tightly to yours and giving a few more thrusts for good measure — squelch sounds punctuating each inward movement.

he shudders against you, feeling tingly from the overstimulation of your pussy still clenching around him. he huffs, trying to catch his breath and shifts your leg off shoulder. you whine lowly at the loss of his weight on you, eyes fluttering and struggling to focus on him.

with a ‘okay, shh, kid’, he reaches out, wrapping his arms tight around your waist, leaning down on you again.

your small voice, already halfway back to dreamland, reached his ears in a contented sigh, “looove you, daddy…”

“mmh, i love you, my messy girl,” his teasing voice made a lazy smile spread across your face, wrapping your limbs all around him. trying to keep him as close as possible.

kisses are peppered along your neck, trailing to your lips with a playful smack. your giggles filled the space, light and airy in the quiet of your shared bedroom.

rafe smirked and pressed his hips forward into yours, swallowing the heaving sound you let out as his cock rubs against your pulsing walls. he spoke lowly against your mouth, pushing in and out — skin sticking to yours.

“how ‘bout… you squirt f’me again and i’ll think ‘bout callin’ out...”

[eatfishies]

Intoxicated By Your Sweet Taste 🔞

summary: Zayne thinks he hasn’t given you much attention due to his work.

or

Pussy drunk! Zayne can’t get enough of you.

word count: 2k tags: NSFW, zayne x reader (afab), no plot just filth, oral sex, oral fixation, cunnilingus, clit play, swearing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, overstimulation, coming multiple times, domestic fluff at the end, pet names, breeding kink, creampie, established relationship fish notes: as always, pls heed the tags ~ nevertheless, this fic was inspired by this twt here ! hope all of u enjoy <3 ── ao3 link ★ ˙ ̟ | my twt !

It was past midnight when the door creaked open, revealing a tired looking Zayne. She was already in bed, snuggled up with the plushies her dear lover got for her. Zayne smiled at the sight before striding towards her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

That action caused her to stir, fluttering her eyes open to look at her partner. “You’re back.” She mumbled sleepily.

Zayne gently stroked her hair, lulling her back to sleep. “Go back to sleep, love.” He said as he continued to play with her hair.

“I’ll only sleep if you do too.” She replied, which earned her a small smile from Zayne.

Once he had finished showering, she couldn’t help but marvel at his chiseled chest, glistening with droplets of water, running down ever so slowly. She tore her eyes away, feeling a little bit flushed.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by her observant lover though as Zayne pointed out, “Weren’t you half awake earlier? It seems like you’ve got your attention elsewhere now.”

She didn’t even bother to attempt and deflate herself because it’s true. She is enjoying this view very much.

Just like that, she hoisted herself up and had her eyes solely on him. Desire and lust coursing through her veins. “Yeah… you’re not wrong. It’s because you’re so fucking hot, you know that?”

A chuckle rumbled out of Zayne, a little surprised by her bold declaration, considering how sleepy she was earlier. “Ah, so that’s what caught your attention?”

Before she could even reply, Zayne is already making his way to the bed. Her eyes widened slightly as he pushed her down gently, making her gaze up at him.

“Have I neglected my darling? Am I not pleasuring you enough?” He spoke as his face inched closer. She felt her breath hitched in her throat as the pit of her stomach coiled with pure lust.

The words she wanted to say were caught up, speechless by the sudden mood change. She bit her lip, “What are you gonna do if I say yes?”

Thick, strong fingers found its way to cup her face, “Then I shall take it upon myself to satisfy you until all your needs are met.” Without any hesitation, Zayne closed the distance between them and passionately kissed her.

She gasped as his other hand went to grab her hips, keeping her firmly in place as his tongue explored her mouth. Every ounce of sleepiness she had in her quickly vanished, instantly replaced by a primal hunger for him. She needs, no, she yearned to be one with him. To feel him in every way possible.

“Don’t… hold back.” He murmured in between her lips before he moved to trail kisses down on her neck, eliciting moans and whimpers. She closed her eyes shut, taking in the pleasure she’s receiving as he continued to suck and bite on her neck, leaving behind marks.

It was just a pure coincidence that she decided to wear a nightgown but she’s thankful nevertheless since it gave Zayne easy access to slip his hand up and caress her soft skin, feeling her up. She can feel her pussy growing needier and wetter with each touch he makes.

She sucked in a deep breath when his fingers began to rub against her slick, “Someone’s excited.” Zayne remarked as he suddenly pulled his fingers away and moved down to crouch in between her legs.

Instinctively, she spread wide open, staring down at him. “So wet for me… you really want this, hm?” She nodded eagerly, “Please… I need it.”

The once impassive doctor morphed into something else entirely. His expression held a plethora of emotions behind them as he felt his own hardness beneath his towel. “Very well. Scream for me princess.”

Any sort of thoughts she conjured up turned into nothing the moment Zayne licked her drooling pussy. His tongue expertly flicked her clit as she laid back down on the bed and writhed in intense pleasure.

“F- fuck! Zayne… hghh!” She moaned out as Zayne lapped at her needy cunt, savoring all of her wetness, wanting to taste all of her.

Her hands immediately tugged onto his hair, pulling him closer to her crotch as she screamed out his name repeatedly. It was too good that she could barely keep still, Zayne held onto her thighs to stop her from squirming.

The familiar pit in her stomach intensified, itching her closer to release. “Hahh…! Z- Zayne! I’m close, I’m so close!” She whined out, to which he kept tonguing her entrance vigorously until she arched her back and came all over his face.

Zayne pulled away slightly and licked his lips. There are traces of pussy juice on his mouth but he didn’t care. Not when his precious sweetheart tastes so divine. Before she could even beg him to put his hard shaft inside her, she gasped once she felt Zayne’s tongue on her folds again.

“W- wait! I… I just came!” She exclaimed, feeling like her legs were gonna give out from pleasure. But Zayne paid no mind as he resumed his ministrations on her sopping wet cunt. Even after orgasming, her pussy still throbbed for more.

At this point, she’s pretty sure she’s on cloud nine, especially when Zayne sucked on her nub, making her tremble. Green eyes observing her movements, watching as she moans and whimpers. Looking beautiful like this, Zayne wanted to keep this memory etched into his mind forever.

It was unbearable, she tried to push him away but he kept a strong grip on her legs, his tongue relentlessly flicking her eager pussy, swallowing all of her juices. He can feel himself getting intoxicated by her dripping cunt. There is nothing more rewarding than coming home everyday and getting to lap at her entrance like a starved man whilst also relishing her delightful sounds.

“C- coming!” Her hands scrambled for purchase as she came undone. Zayne lifted his head and spoke in a raspy voice, “Did you feel good, honey?”

There was no single coherent thought in her mind right now. She couldn’t even think properly, it’s all a muddled mess, too foggy with pleasure. Sensing her pliant demeanor, Zayne moved to her side, brushing off the strands of her hair from her face.

“You’re so good for me, dear.” Was the only thing she heard before Zayne trailed his fingers down to caress her inner thighs, igniting goosebumps all over. She weakly muttered, “What are you doing?” Instead of responding, Zayne leaned down and pecked her lips. “Are you a good girl for me?”

His finger easily slipped in her gaping pussy, thrusting it in and out, earning a mewl from her. She bit her lips, “T- too sensitive... Zayne…” She clutched onto his arm, looking at him with glassy eyes.

“I said, are you a good girl?” Zayne repeated his question but this time, he inserted another finger in, taking away all of her last resolve.

“Mhmm… ah! Yes! Yes!” That further drove Zayne to keep plunging his fingers deep inside her gummy walls.

It has been hours since Zayne has been pushing her far off into her limits. Sleep be damned as he is now lapping up at her loose, dripping cunt. She could only let out soft mewls and moans whenever he skillfully buried his head in between her thighs. No amount of protest could get him to stop. It’s like Zayne has been possessed by an insatiable lust demon or some sort, at least that’s what she thought.

Tears stained her cheeks as she stared at Zayne who was lazily eating her out. “Zayne… please…”

He gave her pussy one last lick before meeting her teary gaze, “Please what?”

“Please… fuck me…” She pleaded, her hands reaching out to pull him on top of her. “You’ve been torturing my pussy non-stop… I want to make you feel good too.”

“Ah, I see. So, my needy princess wants it that bad?” He spoke as he discarded his towel. It’s kind of amazing at how he managed to hold back his desire to mount her completely, especially since she looked ravishing like this. Blissed out and glowing from the amount of orgasm she lets out.

She nodded eagerly, “Give it to me, please? I’ve been so good.” To emphasize, she wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to close the gap between them and feel his body against hers.

“I guess someone deserves it, after all.” With ease, Zayne lined his cock on her entrance, sliding it in and immediately began to thrust.

While their love-making session was always tender, albeit sometimes a bit passionate, it was never really like this. Intense and unrelenting with vigor as Zayne continued to pound into her deep. Her cunt spasming and clenching tightly around his cock. “Fuck… you feel so wonderful around me, sweetheart.”

Even if she wanted to say something, each thrust made her eyes roll back. Her mind is running into an overdrive as Zayne picks up his pace, unfaltering and burning with the need to come inside her.

Noticing Zayne’s furrowed brows and his eyes closed shut, “Come for me. Come inside me, baby. Want you to breed me.” She spoke, her voice laced with urgency and desperation.

At last, Zayne thrusted inside her hard before stilling, heaving and burying his face in her neck. She smiled at him dazedly as she cards her fingers through his hair. When Zayne pulled out, he watched in fascination at how her cunt drooled with cum. The sight alone made him want to ravage her right then and there, but he knew, they both had to sleep.

So, instead, Zayne helped clean her up and cuddled her as they both drifted off to slumber.

Something was wet… and there were sounds of shuffling. When she woke up, her eyes widened as she saw Zayne languidly circling her clit with his tongue. “H- huh?” She uttered out, confused and yet, Zayne only mumbled out, “Lay back. Let me please you once more before I leave for work.”

How could she refuse when her lover had asked so sweetly? She did as he instructed and laid back down on the soft bed, letting him spread her wide open. At this point, she had lost track of how many times she came, especially from last night.

This time, Zayne made sure to take his time, flicking her folds ever so slowly. One part of her felt like he was torturing her but another part of her couldn’t help but preened at how good it feels when he’s savoring her like this.

The morning sun casted a soft glow around the room, making this even more enjoyable as she focused on Zayne, tasting every drop her cunt oozed, not letting any of it go to waste. The slurping sound reverberated across the walls as she flushed.

Despite coming so many times, the familiar pit in her stomach still lingered, coiling and intensifying as she neared her climax. “Hghh… Zayne… baby, I’m so close.” She meekly mewled out, her legs shaking. Zayne sucked on her nub and sneakily thrusted a finger into her cunt, scissoring her whilst he ate her out.

Just like that, it was enough to drive her to the edge. She came, hard on his face. Her vision blurs and she shuts her eyes closed, letting the euphoria wash over her.

She faintly heard Zayne uttering a soft, “I love you” to her before getting up and tucking her in bed.

The second time she woke up, she found that Zayne had already left for work. She groggily got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. There, she found a plate of breakfast ready made for her and a bouquet of flowers.

Her body was sore all over but this gesture made it all worth it. Smiling, she walked up to the table and picked up the bouquet, smelling the flowers before sitting down and stuffing the food, the tiredness fading away and was replaced by hunger.

Luckily for her, she had a day off today and was able to cozy up at home until Zayne comes back. He gave her a fond smile as he placed the bag on the coffee table, “I got you macarons from the cafe. What do you feel like having for dinner? Let me cook for you.”

Safe to say, she is indeed a lucky girl to be able to love and be with Zayne.

[ourdawnishotterthanourday]

RAW [M] — Lee Seokmin

✧ If you're a freak and you know it, clap them cheeks ✧

In which Seokmin, your sweet doting boyfriend, fucks you raw for the first time, and ends up discovering his kinky side.

✧ Genre: domestic AU; SMUT [18+], established relationship ♥ Pairing: female!reader x boyfriend!Lee Seokmin ✧ Word count: 6.3k+ ✦ Warnings: nsfw warnings under the cut! ✎ Notes: hope y'all enjoy this little seok fic I wrote for you 🤭 was feeling a little feral, so this concept fit my mood perfectly hehe ♕ Shout out:  thanks to my amazing bestie @whipped-for-kpop-fics for making me this masterpiece of a banner AND helping me brainstorm for this one. This one really couldn't have happened without you and your shrexy brain! I love youuuuu 💖 and thank you thank you thank you @wonuvs for beta-reading this for me!! Very much appreciated :3

♡ REBLOGGING AND/OR FEEDBACK WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED — DON'T BE A STRANGER PLS ♡

nsfw warnings: outdoor/public sex, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, spanking, raw sex (the title is there for a reason hehe), heavy breeding kink, feral seok dirty talk, messy creampie (pls let me know if I missed any!)

You had every intention to hang the wet laundry out to dry on this beautiful sunny day. It was a simple task, really, one you could have completed in less than five minutes had you not let yourself get distracted. 

Said distraction came in the form of Lee Seokmin, your sweet doting boyfriend of four years, who had decided to take advantage of the nice weather and switch his usual gym session for a home workout in your garden.

It was quite the sight as he sat on the weight bench, his gorgeous sun-kissed arms and legs on full display, toned muscles pulling and coiling with every raise of his arms. His skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat, making his brown locks stick messily to his forehead. It was almost as if he was chiseled by the gods themselves with how absolutely breathtaking he looked in the bright and glowy sunlight.

You had to resist looking over every few seconds as you attempted to put the laundry pieces on the clothes line. But as the minutes passed, you quickly discovered that trying to suppress the urge to gawk at your hot boyfriend was a battle you weren’t going to win, especially when he was constantly releasing those sinful grunts that sent your mind into a frenzy. 

Before you knew it, the laundry was long forgotten. The only thing that was going through your mind in that moment was how much you wanted — no, needed — to feel Seokmin’s sweaty body against yours. Thanks to your busy and exhausting schedules, it had been a few days since you and your boyfriend last had sex, which, with a sex drive as high as yours, had driven your need for the man to an all time high. 

It was time to do something about that.

Your legs were already moving on their own accord as your hungry gaze settled on Seokmin’s thick thighs, a mischievous smile overtaking your features as you planned out your next move.

Your boyfriend was completely lost in his own world, totally oblivious to the thirsty thoughts floating around in your head as you crept up on him. The headphones he wore drowned out any distracting sounds as he focused on his reps, and with his eyes fully closed, he did not hear you approach him until it was already too late. 

“What the f— baby?!” Seokmin nearly dropped the two 8kg dumbbells he was holding when you jumped him out of nowhere, trapping him with your arms and legs like a clingy koala. 

“That’s me.” You giggled at the dazed look on your boyfriend’s face as you uncovered his ears.   

“What’s the meaning of this?” he breathed, carefully lowering his arms to place the dumbbells into the grass.

You licked your lips, shifting your hips slightly to get more comfortable. “What does it look like?”

“Like you’re trying to kill me,” he groaned before firmly planting his hands onto your sides to get you to stop rubbing against his crotch. 

A sly grin tugged at the corners of your mouth. “That’s what I was trying to go for.” 

“Oh, were you now?” He raised his eyebrows. “I was almost done with my workout, you know?”

“Hmm, that really sucks then.” You tangled your fingers in his messy hair. 

“Give me five more minutes,” he mumbled, briefly closing his eyes at the feeling of your nails scratching along his sensitive scalp. 

“No,” you whined, immediately stopping all movement, much to your boyfriend's disappointment. “I need attention now. It's been too fucking long already.”

You didn't care how whiney you sounded. You needed him right at this moment, and you sure as hell weren't going to wait another minute, especially not for him to finish his damn workout. 

“But I'm sweaty,” he argued with a scrunch of his nose. 

You smirked at that, tightening your grip on his hair as you moved in closer, your lips now less than an inch apart. 

“Even better,” you whispered before teasingly brushing your lips against his. “You're fucking hot when you're sweaty,” you continued, which was followed by you shifting your hips once again, this time with a little more force. 

Seokmin released a sharp hiss at the throbbing sensation your hips left in their wake. The muscles in his thighs automatically tightened, and so did the grip on your waist, all of which you were more than excited about. You got him right where you wanted, and it was only a matter of time before he would take the bait. 

“You're the devil.”

“Only when I have to be.” You grinned, your big twinkling eyes glued to his face as you slowly began to trail one of your hands down his chest. You only stopped when you reached the now very prominent bulge in his black shorts. 

“Fucking hell,” Seokmin cursed under his breath when you gave him a little experimental squeeze. It was just a simple touch, but he already felt the arousal gradually starting to overtake his mind and body. Just a minute ago, he’d been in full workout mode, but now he suddenly couldn’t stop imagining you stuffed full with his cock, begging him to make you cum again and again until you could no longer move. 

You took advantage of the moment and closed the little bit of distance between you to pull him into a deep kiss. Seokmin didn’t resist, already having decided that he’d much rather spend his time pleasuring his pretty and horny girlfriend instead of finishing the remainder of his stupid arm reps. Besides, you were right. It had been a while since he’d gotten his dick wet, so if you wanted to change that, who was he to object?

It only took a few seconds before Seokmin’s lips were just as hungry and forceful as yours, pulling at your mouth with an eagerness that made your gut clench with anticipation. 

His hands navigated down to the swell of your ass, fingers digging roughly into the soft fabric of the yellow sundress you were wearing to press you into his growing erection. You moaned into the kiss at the sudden shift, your own hands moving to grasp at whatever piece of bare skin you could find as you felt yourself grow hotter by the second. 

Your patience was slowly beginning to run thin the longer you sat in his lap with your panties soaked and your neglected cunt begging to be filled. You honestly hadn't felt this needy in a while, so you really didn't want to deprive yourself of Seokmin’s dick for much longer. And you prayed that he felt the same. 

You knew the man liked to drag the whole thing out with a shit ton of foreplay, which often included endless make out sessions and bringing you to multiple squirting climaxes before he even got to fuck you. It was the whole reason sex with Seokmin had become one of your favorite pastime activities in the first place. 

Your boyfriend was a natural at pleasuring you, and he had been since day one. You quickly learned that faking pleasure and Seokmin could never belong in the same sentence. In fact, more often than not, you’ve had to beg him to stop making you cum for fear of passing out from over stimulation. But even in those moments, he usually still managed to pull another few mind-shattering orgasms out of you like the magician he was, and you were certainly not complaining. 

It was just that right now, in this particular moment, you needed him to skip the long foreplay and fastforward to the part where he fucked you stupid. 

“Min, I need you inside me so bad,” you whimpered in between kisses, hoping your boyfriend would get the hint and give you just that. 

He did not get it. 

All you got out of it was an appreciative grunt and a harsh squeeze to your backside that did nothing to satiate the pulsing ache in your pussy. 

Accepting that you were just going to have to speed things up yourself, your hand sneakily found the waistband of his shorts, fingers already tugging the material out of the way to grab a hold of his hard dick. If everything worked out in your favor, you'd be sitting on it within the next twenty seconds. 

“Fuck, baby,” Seokmin groaned, one of his hands clasping around your wrist before you even had the chance to wiggle your hand inside his shorts. “Why don't we go inside before we start ripping off clothes, hmm?”

“No.” Confusion. That’s the emotion that flashed across your boyfriend’s face at the sound of your outright no. 

“No? But I thought you wanted to…?” He frowned, slightly loosening his hold on you when he thought you didn’t want to continue. 

You quickly wrapped his arms back around your waist before grasping his face in your hands. 

“Oh, I do.” A cheeky grin pulled at your mouth. “Right here. You're fucking me here.”

“Right here? O-outside?” Seokmin stuttered, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he seemed to process your words. 

Although your sex life was pretty active and more than satisfying, you couldn’t exactly call it adventurous. Despite many of your close friends believing that you and Seokmin were a couple of kinky fuckers, your sexual escapades were usually limited to your bedroom and definitely more on the vanilla side of the spectrum. 

Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course. On the contrary, even the most vanilla sex with him felt a hundred times better than the riskier and more experimental sex you’d engaged in with some of your exes, so you didn’t even really miss it. Still, sometimes — like right now — you wished he’d just throw you around and fuck you into the next day for everyone to see. 

You were, however, very much aware that asking him to fuck you in the garden was a complete one-eighty from your usual bedroom adventures, and it could potentially get you caught by your nosy old neighbors, which was definitely a con. But then again, you were feeling unusually risky today, so you honestly couldn't care less who got to see you getting railed. Your only concern right now was soothing the ache in your throbbing cunt. 

All you had to do was convince your lovely, handsome boyfriend to make that happen. 

“Yes, right here.” You nodded and reached up to undo the first two buttons of your dress, taking note of how your boyfriend's eyes automatically gravitated towards your fingers. “Got a problem with that?”

“Well, uh…” Seokmin swallowed thickly as you popped three more buttons, exposing the strapless, lacy, white see-through bra you were wearing underneath. Your hard peaks were poking right through the flimsy material, which made it nearly impossible for him to rip his eyes away from the arousing sight. Your boyfriend was a sucker for your boobs — or any part of your body for that matter — which is exactly why you hoped the next part of your plan would work.

“I think— uh…” He tried to form a coherent sentence, but failed terribly when you popped another three buttons, his eyes following diligently as your action revealed the smooth skin of your stomach. “What I’m trying to s— that…”

By the time you popped the remaining three buttons, Seokmin had completely forgotten what he was going to say. His eyes were practically glued to your body, in particular to the matching see-through panties that left little to the imagination. They gave him a perfect view of your puffy folds and the arousal seeping through the already drenched material. 

Seokmin was — understandably —  having a hard time keeping it all together.

“Well?” You suppressed a grin to hide the fact that you were thoroughly enjoying the effect you had on your handsome boyfriend. “You gonna help me undress or do I have to do everything myself?”

You got your answer when he planted his lips back on yours without another word, hardly giving you a second to breathe as he pushed his tongue past your lips. You instantly melted against him as your body flooded with heat once more, your hands fumbling to grasp onto his shirt in an attempt to ground yourself. 

Seokmin’s fingers made quick work of your bra, skillfully unclasping the constricting garment and throwing it carelessly in the grass. He took a moment to admire your newly exposed flesh, eyes darting from one nipple to the other before they drifted back down to the drenched panties hugging your cunt. 

He subconsciously licked his lips as he imagined his face buried between your legs, drowning himself in the taste of your sweet juices while you screamed out his name. 

“Stop staring like a creep and do something, please.” Your hand was back in his hair, fingers tightly gripping onto his locks as you pulled at his head, forcing him to rip his eyes away from your pussy and back up to your face. 

“You want me to do something?” An amused smile took over your boyfriend's features as he took in your desperate expression. 

“Yes!” you nearly cried, feeling seconds away completely losing your shit. “I swear to god, Seokmin. If your dick is not inside me within the next twenty seconds I’ll d— ah!”

You didn’t get to finish the rest of your sentence as you were cut off by your own shriek, eyes going wide with shock as you gaped at a smug-looking Seokmin. Just a second ago, you’d been sitting in his lap, but now you suddenly found yourself trapped beneath him, sprawled out on the metal workout bench and completely at his mercy.  

“You'll do what, baby?” Seokmin smirked triumphantly at your stunned face.

“Forget that,” you breathed, using the grip you had on his hair to pull him in for another kiss. “Fuck, that was hot. I want more where that came from.”

“Noted.” His eyes darkened as he pulled back slightly, and you released the grip you had on his head to allow him to lean back further. 

Your belly fluttered with anticipation when he moved the fabric of your dress aside to make contact with your bare skin. His hands teasingly began to trail down your sides, sending a series of tingles down your spine as you let your mind run wild with desire. 

A shaky breath left your mouth when your boyfriend hooked his fingers into your underwear, excitement filling your body instantly. You were already starting to lift your hips, eager to help him get rid of the one thing separating your cunt from his hungry gaze. 

What you didn’t expect was for him to pin you back down and tear your panties right off your body with a single move. You were left speechless once again, watching as your boyfriend proudly held up the torn lace before letting it fall to the ground. 

That was definitely going on your ‘Hottest Lee Seokmin Moments’ list.  

“You’re really trying to drive me insane over here,” you mumbled when you’d finally found your voice again. 

“You ask, I deliver.” Seokmin chuckled and continued to pull his shirt over his head in one smooth movement, revealing a set of mouthwatering glistening abs and a little dark happy trail that disappeared into his black shorts.

“Good.” Your eyes shifted back up to his with a new determination, your legs slightly opening to give him a nice view of your slick cunt. “Then I’m asking you to fuck me next.” 

With one hand, you reached for the waistband of his shorts, fully intent on tugging it down just enough so you could pull his dick out and guide it into your dripping hole. 

But Seokmin had other plans. 

“Now what?” you whined when his hands stopped you mid-move, wrapping themselves around your wrists just like he’d done before.

What would it take for a girl to get some dick from her boyfriend?

“Not so fast, baby. I'm gonna take care of you first.”

You shook your head in protest. “But I don’t want to wait any longer, Min. Please.”

“Do you want my dick or not, baby?” You’d never nodded faster. “Then be a good girl and spread those legs wider for me.”

That little command had you automatically spread your legs wider, a soft moan rolling off your lips as your walls clenched hard around nothing. Never in the time you’d been with Seokmin had he called you a good girl, but you found that you liked it… a lot. And you wouldn’t mind if he called you that more often from now on. 

“Oh? Does my baby like being called a good girl?” Seokmin smirked, his dark orbs burning into your own as he pushed your legs back as far as you could manage.

“Yes, fuck… so hot,” you whimpered, your legs twitching when you felt his hot breath ghost over your glossy cunt. 

“Keep being good and I’ll keep calling you that,” he murmured right before dipping his tongue between your slick folds.  

The debauched moan you released in response was enough to make Seokmin’s cock jerk uncontrollably inside his shorts. In return, he released a deep groan of appreciation, sending a wave of delicious vibrations to your core that automatically had you try to clamp your legs around your boyfriend's head. But Seokmin, who was way ahead of you, had such a tight hold on your thighs that it was nearly impossible to move. 

He used that grip to bury his entire face in your pussy, hardly giving himself room to breathe to completely drown himself in the taste of you, determined to get you to squirt your juices all over his face. 

With his skillful tongue alternating between flicking and sucking on your sensitive clit, applying just the right amount of pleasure in all the right spots to bring you to the edge, it took less than a minute before you were moaning his name like a mad woman.

Seokmin relished in the lewd sounds he pulled from you, and the way you desperately gripped at his hair to steady yourself as he devoured you, completely drunk on the taste of your pussy. His dick was painfully hard, straining against the inside of his shorts, practically begging him to relieve some of that agonizing tension. But in all honesty, chasing his own pleasure was the last thing on his mind right now. All that mattered was you, your climax, and nothing else.

It was even at the point that he'd momentarily forgotten you were doing all of this outside, in the garden, where any neighbor would be able to hear or see the obscene things he was doing to you. Not too long ago, Seokmin would have reeled at the thought of engaging in risky public sex, but now, here he was, eating you out in the garden and enjoying every bit of it, not a single fuck given. 

You found yourself in a similar position, eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body twitching and shuddering from the overwhelming sensations coursing through your nerves. It wasn’t exactly how you’d planned things to go — still no dick — but it certainly helped quench the worst of your sexual cravings. The way the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter with every swipe of his tongue said enough. 

“F-fuck that’s gonna make me cum so fast, holy shit!” you whimpered when your boyfriend suddenly slid two of his long fingers inside you, immediately curling them up to press against that sensitive spot he knew would make you lose your mind. 

Seokmin only hummed against your pussy, his eyes catching yours as the corners of his mouth tugged up into a devilish smirk. Then, his hand was speeding up, fingers mercilessly batting against your sweet spot while his tongue lapped at your swollen clit. He watched you succumb to the pleasure with hungry eyes, your face contorted in pure ecstasy as your moans got louder and louder the closer you got. 

“You like that, baby?” your boyfriend rasped, his mouth briefly detaching from your clit. 

Your cunt clenched around his fingers in response, the only sound coming out of your mouth being a needy whine since you couldn’t find it in yourself to come up with a sane response with how scrambled your mind was.

That was met with a sharp nip at your swollen nub.

“Answer me,” Seokmin growled, apparently not satisfied with your lack of words.

You yelped loudly at the unexpected but very welcoming stinging sensation that had your nerves singing with pleasure. “Shit— yes! I fucking do!”

“That’s a good girl,” he praised with a harsh slap to your inner thigh before taking your clit back between his wet lips.

The sound of the pet name unraveled something inside you, drawing every muscle in your body taut as you were abruptly thrown over the edge. The full force of your toe-curling orgasm caused you to cry out your boyfriend’s name, your legs trapping his head between your thighs while drenching his pretty face with your arousal. 

Seokmin was perfectly content like that, groaning into your cunt like a starved man as he tried to catch every last drop of your slick with his mouth. Even when you began pushing at his head to get him away from your overstimulated pussy, it took him another twenty seconds before he finally detached himself, looking up at you with a dopey, satisfied grin and his chin dripping with your arousal. 

“You’re insatiable, Lee Seokmin,” you rasped, chest heaving as you tried to recover from the intense high you’d just experienced. 

Said man leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss right below your belly button.

“Yes,” He moved up slightly, this time placing a kiss right above it, “I am.” His lips trailed over your breast, goosebumps forming along the way, “But…” He nipped at your neck, “you…” he whispered, his lips hovering right above yours, “were so good for me,” he finished, capturing your lips into another heated kiss.

The taste of yourself on your boyfriend’s lips lit a new fire inside your belly, your skin flushing hot with a new surge of desire. It also didn’t help that his hands were back on your thighs, kneading and rubbing at them, making every one of your nerve endings come back to life under his scorching touch. 

“Min, get your dick out and fuck me,” you mumbled against his lips, determined to not take no for an answer this time. 

Seokmin was fully prepared to give into your demands this time, no longer wanting to tease you because he was feeling just as desperate and eager to be inside you. There was, however,  just one little thing he hadn’t thought of before. But now with you sprawled out before him in all your naked glory, begging for his cock, the little voice in the back of his mind decided to make an appearance. 

“Fuck.” He grimaced. “Just hold on, okay? I’ll be right back,” he said, leaning forward to kiss you softly before making a move to get up. 

You quickly grabbed onto his arm to stop him, confusion taking over your features at the sudden switch in mood.  

“Wait! Where are you going?”

“Condoms… don’t have any on me. I’ll quickly grab one from inside.”

“We don’t need them,” you blurted out, immediately biting your bottom lip when you realized what you'd said.

Seokmin’s eyes visibly widened at your bold suggestion. “But you're not on any birth control. I could actually get you pregnant.”

“Would it really be that bad?” At that, the man’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. 

The topic of kids was nothing new between the two of you. It had come up on multiple occasions during the span of your relationship, and it was pretty clear that both you and Seokmin loved kids. The both of you always jumped at the chance of babysitting his two year-old nephew whenever Seokmin’s sister and her husband needed someone to watch him, happy to spoil him and play with him as if he was your own. 

It was no secret that you wanted a big family, and so did Seokmin, so that wasn’t the reason he was a little hesitant to fuck you without protection. He just really didn’t want you to regret anything if you did end up pregnant by the end of it, because a child was a big responsibility after all. 

But he also couldn’t deny that he wasn’t tempted by the idea of your warm walls hugging his dick without anything in the way, and being able to empty his load inside your greedy, slick-covered hole like he’d always wanted to do. 

It was hard not to give in to that, especially when you were looking at him with those big, seductive eyes of yours.

“Baby, I’m serious.”

“So am I,” you shot back, a mix of determination and lust adorning your face as you challenged your boyfriend. 

Seokmin frowned, running a hand through his damp hair. “We should think about this…”

“I already did, and I want this. I wanna feel you… all of you… inside me.” You looked up at him with the biggest puppy eyes you could muster. 

“Fuck, you’re not making it easy for me,” your boyfriend sighed, feeling completely torn between doing the responsible thing and giving in to his carnal desires. 

“Then stop thinking and just fill me with cum.”

Seokmin gulped, letting out a shaky breath as he felt himself slowly start to lose the battle.

“Shit. Are you absolutely sure about this? Is this really what you want, baby?” he asked, placing his hands on either side of the bench to cage you in.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning up to touch your nose to his. “If you're asking me if I want you to fuck a baby in me then yes, I totally want that,” you breathed, a small smile gracing your face.

Seokmin’s dick twitched in his shorts at your declaration, unlocking a new level of desire that he didn’t know existed. His body was full-on buzzing, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he felt the gears in his mind switch to a whole different setting. 

You noticed the change in your boyfriend the moment the words had left your lips, the uncertain expression that had been on his face just now making way for a much more ominous expression, one you didn’t quite recognize. 

“Min?” 

“Bend over.” 

“O-okay.” The slight edge to his tone had you scrambling to turn around for him, nearly causing you to fall off the bench in the process as your legs got tangled up in your dress. You planned to rip the clothing piece off your body to make your life easier, but the sudden hand pinning your wrist to your back made that impossible.

“Dress stays on,” your boyfriend’s low voice sounded from behind you as you felt him flip up the material to reveal the supple skin of your ass.

You were about to protest, but the harsh slap to your behind that followed made you think twice about opening your mouth. The impact of his hand connecting with your tender skin pulled a soft whine from you, leaving you with a pleasant stinging sensation that sent a hot streak of arousal right down to your pussy. 

There was barely any time to recover from the first slap before he delivered a second one, this one even more intense and brutal than the last one, forcing you to fight down a scream as you jolted forward, barely able to keep your balance since you only had one hand available to steady yourself. 

Your boyfriend was no stranger to delivering the occasional slap to your ass, but it had always been in a loving kind of way and never like this… so rough and thrilling. So if this kind of spanking was your boyfriend’s reaction to seeing you bent over in your half-discarded dress, then you had no problem keeping it on.

“Such a good girl for me,” Seokmin groaned, his cock twitching once again as he watched your ass jiggle for a third time when his hand reconnected with your delicate flesh. You could only moan in response as you felt yourself get wetter with every slap, hand gripping onto the bench for dear life while you let your boyfriend have his way with you. 

Only after the tenth slap or so, when Seokmin noticed your legs were close to giving out on you, he released the wrist he was holding and allowed you to take a breather while he rushed to shove his shorts and underwear down his legs, finally freeing the raging boner he’d been neglecting for the past twenty minutes.

The man didn’t waste any time as he grabbed onto your waist with one hand, lining up his engorged tip with your dripping cunt with the other. 

A shudder ripped through him when he pushed forward, greedy eyes fixed on his cock disappearing between your ass cheeks, slowly getting enveloped by your tight walls as they made room for him. 

It was unlike any feeling Seokmin had ever experienced. Although he was barely halfway inside, he was sure he wasn’t going to last as long as he usually would have. Without the usual barrier in the way, he was able to feel it all, every little sensation — the warmth radiating off your walls as he slid in further, your creamy slick drenching his cock from head to base — it took everything in him to stop himself from bursting as he imagined how good you’d look with your ripe cunt stuffed full of his seed. 

Seokmin’s pupils were fully blown by the time your ass connected with his pelvis, his jaw clenched and the grip on your waist bordering on bruising as he momentarily stilled to let you both get used to the new feeling. 

You weren’t doing much better, trying to deal with the blissful ache whirling in your stomach as you tried to accommodate the familiar stretch. Only this time, you were able to actually feel the bulging veins forking along his length as they throbbed against your inner walls in the most intoxicating way. 

“Shit, Min,” you moaned, tightening your grip on the bench, “Just fuck me already. Feels so damn good like this.”

At your plea, Seokmin pulled his hips back slightly, slowly dragging his throbbing tip along your sensitive walls before abruptly burying his entire girth back inside your warm cunt with a loud groan.

“Yeah? Like that?”

“Yes… harder,” you whined, impatiently wiggling your ass in search of more of that delicious friction. 

“Fucking gladly,” he muttered, moving one of his hands to your shoulder before repeating the motion again, only this time with a lot more force and speed, which earned him a series of salacious moans that went straight down to his pulsing cock.  

It didn't take long for Seokmin to completely lose every bit of sanity he possessed as he vigorously drove his hips into your ass, your pussy squelching loudly every time his cock slammed back inside your slippery hole. 

He’d never felt like this before… fully overtaken by this primal need to breed you like the good girl you were, completely set on ruining you with his cock and stuffing load after load of cum inside your hot cunt until you couldn’t fit anymore. 

The regular Seokmin, aka the sweet man who made you breakfast every day and made sure you had absolutely everything you could wish for, would have been a messy blushing puddle with all these nasty thoughts running through his mind. But this Seokmin, the pussy drunk, sex-crazed man who was fucking you as if his life depended on it, only felt himself get more riled up with every new lewd thought that entered his mind, not feeling bashful in the slightest. 

You honestly didn’t know where the hell this Seokmin had come from, but you hoped that this wouldn’t be the last of him. His rough thrusts had you feeling like a complete wreck in the best sense of the word, causing you to release an obscene number of sounds you didn’t even know you could make. It was no doubt the best dicking your boyfriend had ever given you, but too much for your body to keep up — you discovered that when your legs suddenly decided to give out on you mid-thrust. 

Fortunately, your boyfriend was prepared and caught you just in time, firmly wrapping one of his beefy arms around your tits to press you against his bare chest, while his free hand clamped around your neck, forcing you to tilt your head up to the clear blue sky as he continued to pound into your sopping cunt. 

“Fuck, gonna fill this pussy,” Seokmin growled into your ear, his breath hot against the side of your face. “Gonna fill it with my cum, fucking show the world you’re mine… get your pretty belly round with my baby,” he continued, never slowing down his unrelenting pace.

“God, yes!” you moaned, eyes once again rolling to the back of your head as your walls fluttered in response to the filth rolling off your boyfriend’s tongue. 

“Dirty girl. You like the thought of me fucking a baby into you?”

”Y-yes, fuck… want it, want your baby!” 

You didn’t think it was possible but Seokmin’s hips sped up even more after you’d said that, making you cry out loud as you clung onto his forearm to center yourself.

“Gonna fill you up like you deserve, stuff you full till you can’t walk. This pussy is fucking mine… mine to claim.” Seokmin had fully lost himself at this point, spewing all the filth he could think of, completely and utterly enthralled by your sweet raw cunt sucking him in so deliciously.

“Oh god, Min, need you to cum in me,” you rasped, feeling the coil in your stomach start to wind and tighten as your boyfriend continuously battered against your sweet spot. 

“So fucking desperate. Such a good girl.” That was the moment Seokmin released your throat and lowered his hand to attach his fingers to your clit, rubbing sloppy figure eights into it while his dick continued to stretch you out.

“Faster… faster,” you urged, feeling your body tense at the sudden surge of pleasure shooting through you. 

Seokmin listened to your pleas and sped up his fingers.

“Oh, fuck, right there,” you whined, feeling like you couldn’t hold it anymore. “Gonna cum… gonna cum!”

White briefly flashed before your eyes as you came with a choked gargle of your boyfriend’s name, your cunt clenching around his cock as your body shook violently from the overwhelming sensations. 

Seokmin didn’t stop at that, feeling like he was seconds away from reaching his own high. With your fluttering cunt continuing to hold his dick in a chokehold, and you begging for his cum in his ear, it didn’t take him long to get there. 

With one last well-timed thrust, Seokmin buried himself all the way inside you, letting his own orgasm wash over him as he felt the first spurts of cum coat your inner walls. Both of you groaned in delight at the unfamiliar but arousing feeling of Seokmin’s cum filling you up for the first time. 

Heat bloomed inside you as your boyfriend continued to spill inside you, holding tightly onto you as he rode out the remainder of his climax. 

“Fuck, Min, so much cum,” you whimpered when you felt his seed begin to drip out of your swollen cunt and down your thighs. That’s how much there was. It felt like there was no end to it. 

“Pussy feels so fucking good, can’t stop cumming,” he panted against your neck, moving his hands to rest on the smooth skin of your stomach.

You smirked, tightening your walls momentarily to pull a little whine from your boyfriend.

“Well, let’s say that I’m not complaining.”

Only when Seokmin’s cock had fully softened and there really was no more cum to give, he reluctantly pulled out of you, not being able to stop himself from gawking at the big globs of cum dripping out of your pussy with his cock no longer holding it in. 

“Min?”

”Huh?” 

Despite your extremely wobbly legs, you managed to turn around and threw yourself at the man in front of you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you stared into his eyes with a cheeky smile on your face. 

“I love you, you know that? You’re a fucking freak!” 

Seokmin’s cheeks began to flush at your exclamation, his eyes quickly averting yours in an attempt to escape your intense gaze. 

“Oh…. uh, that? Well…” he stammered, one of hands coming up to rub at his neck.

“Are you seriously acting all shy on me now when you just fucked my brains out?” You giggled, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“Well, when you put it like that…” He chuckled, a dopey grin on his face.

“Promise me you’re gonna show this side of you more often.”

Seokmin raised his brows in surprise. “You sure? It wasn’t too much?”

“Fuck no.” You shook your head. “It was definitely some of the best dick you’ve given me.”

“I guess I have no choice then, do I?” He smiled widely.

“Nope. Besides,” You leaned in to kiss him softly before whispering seductively, “if you wanna give me a baby, we better do that many more times, just to be sure.”

“You’re absolutely right.” Then your boyfriend scooped you up without another word, your surprised shriek echoing through the garden as he hurried to rush you inside the house, eager to do it all over again.

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[digitaldaydreamm]

PLSPSLSPSLPDLS GIVE US THE PART 3 PSLPSS FKKFJFJF I CANNOT WAIT ANY MONGERRTHFJXJCH😭 (btw this- I’m crazy alr but pls do take care of urself but PLSPSLDPS update quick ily)

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unspoken claim

rafe x childhood friend!reader

| summary | rafe can't hold back any longer...

warnings: suggestive, mentions of oral

a/n: third (and final) part is hereeee!!! i will obviously continue writing for this pair, i just don't plan on making this a series as of right now. keep sending me your thoughts, comments and ideas about rafe x reader (or anything else)! i love reading everything you send <3

part 1 part 2 masterlist

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The familiar scent of your room—vanilla and faint traces of your shampoo—lingered in the air, but it wasn’t the same.

Not with him here.

Rafe sat at the foot of your bed, one arm draped lazily over his knee, the other tapping slow, deliberate patterns against the comforter. He hadn’t said much since coming over, just watching you with the same unreadable expression that had been throwing you off all night.

And you knew why.

Because it was the first time he’d been in your room since it happened.

Since he had pressed you into this very mattress and torn you apart with his mouth, his hands holding you down, his voice coaxing out every little sound he wanted to hear.

You shifted, tugging your sleeves over your fingers, pretending you weren’t hyper-aware of it—of him.

But Rafe wasn’t pretending.

“You been avoiding me?”

Your stomach twisted.

“No.”

A slow smirk tugged at his lips. “You sure?”

You forced yourself to look at him.

“I let you in my house, didn’t I?”

That amused him.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “But you won’t come near me.”

Your breath hitched as he reached out, fingers curling around your ankle, tugging you just enough that you lost balance and had to catch yourself against the bed.

“Rafe—”

“What?” he murmured, tilting his head. “You nervous?”

“No.”

His hand moved, fingers tracing the exposed skin just above your sock.

Your breath caught.

He noticed.

Rafe hummed, thumb brushing back and forth absentmindedly.

“You think about it?”

You knew what he meant.

Your heart pounded. “I���”

“Because I do.”

The words sent a sharp current through your spine.

You swallowed, fingers curling against the comforter.

His grip on your leg tightened, like he could feel you squirming before you even moved.

“I think about how fuckin’ sweet you sounded,” he murmured, voice low, rough. “How good you tasted.”

Your breath faltered.

Rafe exhaled sharply, his free hand dragging up your thigh, stopping just beneath the hem of your shorts.

“Bet you touched yourself after,” he mused, smirking when you sucked in a sharp breath. “Didn’t you?”

Your stomach twisted, shame curling in your chest because you had.

And Rafe could see it on your face.

His smirk deepened.

“You did,” he murmured, pleased.

You didn’t say anything.

Didn’t deny it.

And that was enough for him.

Rafe exhaled sharply, fingers gripping your thigh, dragging you closer—slowly, deliberately, letting the anticipation coil tight in your stomach.

“You wanna know what I think?” His voice was lower now, sending a shiver down your spine.

You swallowed. “What?”

His nose skimmed the side of your jaw, lips ghosting over your skin as he whispered:

“I think you want me to do it again.”

Your breath stuttered.

Rafe chuckled softly, his hands pressing firmer against you.

“You just don’t know how to ask.”

His words clung to the air between you, thick and charged, sending heat crawling up your neck.

You should’ve pushed him away.

You should’ve said something.

But you didn’t.

Because he was right.

And when his fingers squeezed your thigh, pulling you even closer, when his lips brushed the shell of your ear like he was waiting for you to crack—your resolve crumbled.

Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Rafe—”

“Mm?”

His hands traced slow, lazy circles into your skin, but you could feel the restraint in them, the tension in his grip like he was holding himself back.

“Tell me, baby,” he murmured, his lips dragging down the side of your jaw. “What do you want?”

Your stomach twisted, your pulse hammering against your ribs.

He wanted you to say it.

To admit that you had thought about it. That you had wanted it again.

But the words tangled in your throat.

And Rafe—impatient, dominant, so fucking sure—was already reading you like a book.

His fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up, forcing you to look at him.

“C’mon, kid,” he murmured. “Use your big girl words.”

Your breath caught.

Heat flared across your cheeks, a sharp mixture of embarrassment and something else—something that made your thighs press together.

Rafe saw.

And he fucking smirked.

“Yeah?” he mused, dragging his thumb across your lip, voice low, teasing. “That what you want?”

Your stomach flipped.

"Please..." you nodded meekly.

His hand trailed down, fingers ghosting over your throat, pressing just enough to make your breath stutter.

“You want me to ruin you again?”

Your entire body tensed.

Rafe let the question settle, his grip tightening slightly.

Then, softly, coaxingly:

“Say it.”

You hesitated, but the words were already forming before you could stop them.

“…I want it.”

Rafe hummed, pleased.

His fingers traced slow, deliberate lines down your stomach, making you squirm, making you ache.

“That’s my girl.”

Rafe’s hand was warm against your jaw, his touch firm but not forceful. He was looking at you like he was trying to read your mind, like he was trying to carve his way into your thoughts before you could shut him out again.

“You’re not gonna pretend this didn’t happen,” he said, voice low. “Not this time.”

Your throat felt tight.

“I just—” You hesitated, heart pounding. “I don’t want things to change.”

Rafe let out a slow breath, his fingers tightening just slightly. “They already have.”

You swallowed hard, not sure how to respond to that.

His hand drifted down, fingers brushing your throat before settling against the pulse point at your neck. He could feel how fast your heart was beating. He probably knew how nervous you were.

“I can’t go back to before,” he admitted, voice quieter now. “I can’t fucking hold myself back anymore.”

Your stomach flipped.

You bit your lip, hesitant. “Rafe—”

“Tell me you don’t feel it,” he cut you off, gaze sharp. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

You hesitated.

Because you couldn’t.

You did want this.

You didn’t know what it meant, what it would change, but you wanted him. And you were tired of pretending you didn’t.

You exhaled, chest tight. “I don’t know how.”

Rafe stilled.

You weren’t sure what made you say it, but the words just slipped out, quiet and unsure.

“I don’t know how to do this,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never—”

You bit your lip, looking down.

Rafe’s grip softened, his thumb tracing over your cheek. “I know.”

Your stomach twisted.

You didn’t know why it made you so nervous, admitting it out loud. But Rafe wasn’t teasing. He wasn’t making a big deal about it. He just… knew.

And that somehow made it worse.

“I—” You hesitated, swallowing hard. “I’ve never even—”

But you didn’t need to finish the sentence.

Rafe’s fingers tilted your chin up, his gaze dropping to your lips.

Your breath caught.

“Then let me,” he murmured.

Your pulse raced.

Your lips parted slightly, unsure. Hesitant.

But when he leaned in, slow and sure, when his lips brushed yours—your mind emptied.

Rafe kissed you like he had been waiting for it. Like he had been holding back for too long. Like he wasn’t going to let you run from this.

His lips were soft, warm, and when he deepened it, when his hand slipped to the back of your neck, holding you there—your body melted into his.

It wasn’t just your first kiss. It was a shift. A line you couldn’t uncross.

And when he finally pulled back, just barely, his forehead resting against yours, his voice was quiet but sure.

“No more pretending.”

[stxary]

「 ✦ 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ✦ 」

❤︎ paring : bf!jungkook x fem!reader

❤︎ genre : drabble, pwp, smut, fluff

❤︎ word count : 0.7k

❤︎ warnings : mdni, explicit content, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls) dirty talk, dumbification (?), dom!jk, sub!reader, thigh slapping, finger sucking, praise, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (lmk if i missed anything !!)

❤︎ a/n : sooo this is my first fic that im posting pls be nice 😭 this is lit so nerve racking i feel like this is so bad, so pls leave feedback !! i hope u do enjoy tho ! <3

“baby, you gotta be quiet. you want the neighbors to hear how im fucking you dumb right now?” jungkook murmured into your neck, slowing down his thrusts.

you whined response, and he kissed your neck lovingly. “i know baby.” he cooed into your neck, continuing to rock his hips into you sensually. the slow pace allowed you to feel his cock fully, stretching you out and rubbing against your walls. it had you falling apart under him, and he loved every second of it.

“jungkook.” you whine out, because thats all you could say. he was all you could think about at that moment. you wrap both your arms and legs around him, trying to bring him closer.

his breathing was heavy, hot against your neck as he picked up his pace again. you started to moan loudly again, and jungkook gave your thigh a quick slap. you gasped, and he pulled his face away from your neck to look at you.

“whatd i tell you, love? be quiet.” his voice was firmer now, and his thrusts were a bit more harsh. before you get a chance to respond, he pushes two of his fingers into your mouth, and almost immediately, you close your lips around them, swirling your tongue.

his eyes darkened and a hint of a smirk plays on his lips. his hand on your thigh trails up and grips your hip, squeezing as he continued to fuck you at a steady pace.

you moaned around jungkooks fingers, your own digging into his arms as you tried to ground yourself. you felt the coil in your stomach tightening, a sign that you were getting closer to the edge, along with the clenching of your pussy around his cock.

he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and smeared your spit across your lips before dragging his hand to your other hip, picking up his pace more. “baby, i..” you breathe, your voice urgent. you try to get more out, but all you can do is whine helplessly.

jungkook hums, leaning down to kiss you passionately as he brings you to your orgasm. then before you know it, youre crying out against his lips, your body tensing as it crashes down on you.

the sight of you so lost in pleasure, eyes rolled back and lips parted, those pretty sounds he loved so much coming from them, along with the sounds coming from between your bodies, made jungkook let out a moan of his own, his hips stuttering. fuck, he was so obsessed with you.

“s-shit.. good girl..” he breathes out, but it comes out strained. he was losing himself in you now, fucking into you ruthlessly as he chased his own release. “so pretty when you cum for me. needa let me record you one day, baby.”

you clenched around him at the thought, nails scratching at his arms as you took his rough thrusts. you barely had time to recover from your first orgasm and you already felt one building up again.

and jungkook felt it, he knew it. so he brought his hand down and pressed his fingers into your clit, rubbing it frantically. you moaned out, the overstimulation mixed with pleasure making your body feel like it was on fire.

“cmon, love, one more. one for for me.” he urged you on, and almost as if on command, you came around him again with a cry of his name. and that did it for him, he came right after you. he let out a loud groan as his hips stopped completely, his head falling back in ecstasy.

you mewled softly under him as you both rode out your orgasms. after a few moments, he leans forward and presses his forehead against yours, grazing a kiss over your lips. “did so good for me.” he praises through heavy breaths before pulling out of you, looking at the mess that was made between your legs.

like instinct, he collects it with his fingers and pushes it back into you, grinning at the sound you make and the way your hips jerk at the contact.

he rolls onto his side next to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “im sorry for keeping you up.” he murmurs.

“no youre not.”

“im not.” he agrees, letting out a small chuckle. you hit him on the chest, but not enough to hurt.

“you can go to sleep now, princess.” he says, taking your hand on his chest and intertwining bis fingers with yours.

“no i cant. because now im wide awake.” you pout.

“well, we could always go for another round.” he suggests, running his hand up your side.

© stxary 2025 . all rights reserved.

[kazzattack]

i think dick grayson just loves holding your face and making you look at him. he loves having an excuse to look you in the eyes, to watch as you unravel around him. asking you to look at him while he fucks you into the mattress, as if you’re even coherent enough to understand what he’s asking for.

a/n ;; this is a lazy and MAYBE ooc post but i like the idea of it. also this was supposed to be orgasm denial but i changed my mind so if that’s obvious pls ignore ! 😁 if you enjoy this pls like and rb <3

content ;; 18+, a lot filthier than my last one lawl, brief cowgirl position, mating press, a bit of banter, eye contactttttt, praise, slight degradation (whore, slut), he’s a lil mean i fear, manhandling if you squint (?), dick has a little oral fixation, overstim, multiple orgasms, poorly proofread, i think that’s it?, pure smut under the cut

so… focus on the lewd sight of your cunt clenching his length while you rock back and forth, or the cocky yet overwhelmingly soft expression on his face as he admires the absolute beauty riding him? loose strands of hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead, cheeks dusted red, pretty blue eyes zoning out on you… the sight of him drinking in the view is too much.

clearly, he notices- because he notices everything. son of the world’s greatest detective and all.

“goin’ all shy on me, huh?” dick teases, thrusting his hips up into you and making you buckle a little closer to his face. his hand snakes to the small of your back, still helping you move. “too pretty for that.”

“shut up, dick-” you mutter, squeezing him particularly tight as your fingers curl into his hair. he lets out an obscene groan into your ear, encouraging you to keep going.

“you don’t want that, sweetheart-“ he easily denies, “c’mon, look at me.”

you hear him, but his order is ignored when you feel that familiar coil in your tummy. “fuck, dick, ‘m gonna-“

your hips speed up and your cunt tightens around his cock, obscene squelching overwhelming your senses. he lets you ride out your high, tugging you closer to him as he talks you through it. “there you go, there you fucking go-“

“fuck, dick- oh my god-“ you whine into his ear as the pleasure turns into overstimulation, hips still bucking despite the sharp shots of pleasure shooting up your spine. but instead of slowing you down, easing you into more comfort, he’s thrusting his pelvis up into you. “so tight, sweetheart- so good. y’know ‘m not done though.”

you begin to scold him through short breaths and keens before he’s flipping to two of you over, hooking your leg over his shoulder and burying himself inside you deeper than he’s ever been.

“didn’t look at me,” he states in a matter-of-fact tone, taking his time to bite into the plush skin of your thigh, sucking pretty purple bruises into your skin as you whine at the way your orgasm teeters. hips weakly inching his cock further inside, chest heaving in urgency. still, though, your eyes are elsewhere.

why won’t you look at him?

…

he’ll fix it himself.

“you’re so difficult sometimes.” his hand rests on your tummy and moves to hold your breast as his tongue flicks at your hardened nipple. you flinch and buck your hips again and he huffs a little laugh. “you just want me to be mean, don’t you? want me to treat my sweetheart like a fucking whore?” you try speaking up to defend yourself, starting with a shy smile at his remark while ignoring the way you almost moan at the thought. but a sly hand is quick to grab hold of your jaw and direct your gaze to him.

“I don’t need words to know your answer when this pretty pussy’s tellin’ me everything. don’t worry. I’ll give you want you want, m’kay?” he’s face to face with you now as he positions you into a mating press, and he’s throbbing inside you from the way you contract around his cock. he keeps you just like that while his tongue is forced down your throat, nails digging into the plush of your thighs and groaning into your mouth. practically swapping spit with him at this point. the way he acts is downright filthy compared to the soft and sweet sex you were just having a moment ago. gentle and encouraging touches turn almost rude and possessive.

he pulls his cock out until just the tip is inside, slamming back into you as he pulls away from your face. drool lingers from the corners of your mouth and neither of you know or care who it belongs to. “maybe you’ll look at me now.”

“dick-“ you cry and pout, but the grip on your jaw only tightens. cheeks squished and lips all pouty and wet with spit. so filthy and cute.

“prettier than i imagined.” he huffs and his pace continues, making sure your eyes never leave his because he needs you to see him and he needs to see you. he needs it like he needs air. that fleeting feeling comes back and you whimper, hands tugging at his wrist.

“fucking slut- again? tryna milk me dry, sweetheart. you gonna look at me this time? yeah- look at me when you come on this cock.” barely even conscious, your lashes flutter open to meet his gaze. you look helpless, drowning in the pleasure he’s giving you, getting off on his attention. face beautifully framed with his hand, cheeks all rosy as you gush and cream all over his cock. he doesn’t even realize he’s came too, pounding your pussy as white leaks out and around his dick.

you can give him another round or two, right? maybe three if you keep looking at him like that.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

Can you please write something neteyam x human reader? I really love your stories 😭 thank you if you read my request ❤️ (you can do smut or fluff)

𝒐𝒇𝒄𝒄!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔~ 𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒗, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 (𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒗𝒊��𝒈), 𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳𝑳, 𝒅𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌/𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 (𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊). 𝑳𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒘𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔<3

𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚~ @h-aewo , @dollywons

The fog of sleep slowly clears from your brain with every tingle of pleasure that was sent up your spine, the sensation of a hot, wet tounge sliding into your leaking hole making you shiver. You pick up your head and look down to be met with a pair of lust filled yellow orbs staring back at you. “Hey, babygirl” he greets, not even bothering to pull away from your puffy, overwhelmed cunt, “hi, teyam..what got you so eager?” You question through your whimpers, tangling a hand between his neat braids.

He trails his left hand up your stomach till he gets to your perky tits, rolling your hardened nipples between his point and thumb while his right arm stayed hooked around your thigh, “your scent was getting stronger the longer you slept, strong enough to the point that I was getting dizzy the longer i didn’t have the taste of your sweet pussy on my tounge.” His words make warmth pool in your stomach as they trigger you to recall to the dream you were having doing exactly this. Guess dreams really do come true, huh?

“Mhmm, I’d say sorry but it doesn’t really seem like you want an apology,” a breathless giggle comes from you before it turns into a series of moans as his thumbs part your folds to suck directly on your needy, twitching clit. The sensation is enough to send you over the edge, spraying him with your juices as your orgasm hits you so hard you feel like the air is knocked out of your lungs. You hear him moan in satisfaction, greedily gulping down your fluids like you were the most rejuvenating fruit ever.

Once you ride out your high, you register that he still hasn’t stopped. Still delving into your drooling cunt ferociously, as if he’d never get to taste you again. “Teyam, pl-ease..” you implore, moaning loudly when he pushes his face deeper into your cunt, making his nose press against your throbbing clit; your hips instinctively bucking away from the overwhelming painful pleasure. A warning growl leaves him before he sinks his sharp fangs into the doughy flesh of your thighs, eliciting a yelp from you, “kem i tseyä nìmun, [you do that again] and I’ll make you cum so many times you’ll pass out,” he slips two fingers inside of you effortlessly and presses the pad of his fingertips right into that spongey spot inside of you that makes you see stars to punctuate his seriousness. His words weren’t a threat, they were a promise. And that’s what drove you crazy, whenever he says something, he means it.

Reluctantly, you listen to his words, forcing yourself to stay still as he completely ravages your poor pussy. His fingers curl and pound against your sweet-spot repeatedly as his tounge swirls in circles around your clit, emitting a series of high pitched moans before the coil in your stomach snaps aggressively, another wave of your arousal covering the both of you and the bed below you. Your smooth, small hands frantically pull onto his own rough, calloused hands as you try to desperately find some grounding as he keeps abusing your spent cunt. Obscene squelching and slurping sounds fill the room, along with your moans and whimpers and even neteyams own animalistic moans, groans, and growls. Your cunt continues to flutter and pulsate around neteyams fingers as you tremble with pleasure, the visabel shake of your legs making him giggle into your cunt, the vibration from it making you squeak in surprise. “I hope you know, I’m far from done with you, yawntu,” he reassurces as he slowly and smoothly pulls his fingers out of you as he pushes and pins your legs all the way back; so your knees are flush against your chest, his strong hands pinning your whole body down against the bed way too easily.

He licks a bold stripe up from the base of your slit all the way up to the top, then placing slow, wet kisses along the length of it and on top of your clit. The feeling has you squirming and whining, feebly gripping onto his hand as hot tears begin to roll down your face, your brain basically slipping out of your ear from how good he was eating you. “Such a good little slut for me, letting me play with you for as long as I want to.” He breaks away from your slick, puffy pussy to leave warm, sloppy kisses and love bites all over the hot skin of your thighs, urging soft cries and whimpers to come from your plush lips. “I know, babygirl, I know..” he coos as he trails his right hand up your thigh, parting your folds to press his thumb into your clit before rubbing it in slow, precise circles, while his left reached up to cup the side of your face, his hand practically holding your entire head as he wipes your tears away with his thumb. “Awee, feels so good that you’re cryin? You’re adorable, ma’syulang” he leans up to gently, lovingly kiss you, both of you moaning at the taste of each other. He swallows every little cute noise you make hungrily, only breaking away from the kiss to watch your face contort in pleasure.“..think you can go one more time?” You shake your head no, a quiet, “i-i don’t think I-mhm~ can” as a pout covers your features as you feel him slip a skilled finger into you, hitting all the right places without any effort .“Mm, I think you can, babygirl. I’ll be gentle, I promise.” His face is filled with amusement, as he watched your expressions, his ears perked up and tail swaying with the same emotion.

He always had such an easy time persuading you, which was one of the key things that made you know for a fact that this wasn’t gonna be the final time you were cumming tonight.

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𝑨/𝑵~ 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆) 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔! 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕<3 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒎 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕! 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒎!

𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔🫶🏽!,

𝑳𝒖𝒗𝒗4𝒋4𝒚𝒃𝒆11

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(𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 @ 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!)

[slightlypossessed]

Synopsis — Spencer's favourite meal (aka dr reid eats pussy)

Who? — Dr. Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

18+ content — MDNI

small drabble post bcs pussy drunk Spencer is on the brain <3

"Spencer," you whine, "no more, please,"

"C'mon, baby," his voice is desperate and pained, as if he's the one who's been mercilessly toyed with this past hour or so. "One for more for me, sweetheart," he licks a long strip along your cunt, "one more."

But it was one more an orgasm ago. In fact, it was one more three, four, five orgasms ago.

Distantly, somewhere in the back of your frazzled and half-mush brain, you wonder if his jaw is sore – if he's really enjoying it as much as his humping and moaning seem to be giving away. Does he really get this much pleasure out of something as simple as eating you out?

But it's not that simple, no– not to Spencer.

For Spencer, it's the concept of your pleasure, the show you unawaredly put on: the hitches in your breath each time he puts his tongue on your clit again, the low moan when he sucks, the breathy please as you beg him to go faster. The way your hips circle and stutter beneath the hold his arms have on them, it's the way you sigh his name – low and dreamy as your back arches of the sheets when he makes you cum.

Spencer enjoys it all – craves it all, always. He's barely even lucid at this point. Your slick a most sweet elixir, throwing him deeper and deeper into a lust-filled haze till he's mindlessly rutting into the mattress and moaning into your core.

He wants to taste you again, taste your sweet liquor as you cum for him, again.

How can he not when your so pretty like this? taste as addictive as you do? make him feel half-insane as you moan out his name and grind your hips down onto his tongue – greedily asking for more, always wanting more, just as he so desperately does. You're the same as him, you want more, more, more – and he'll always so oh, so eagerly provide.

Your thighs are wet and sticky and Spencer seems to revel gleefully in the fact – he's made them like this, he's why your cunt is wet with slick, why your face is covered in tears and few smudges of mascara.

Spencer's mouth is hot on your pussy as he continues his work. He plunges two long and slender fingers inside of your, hooking them up as he moves them in-and-out, all the while sucking on your swollen clit.

"fuck," your back bows off the mattress. You're already so close – was close the moment he put his tongue on you again not even a second after your last orgasm.

"Spencer, please–" you don't know what you plea for – don't know if it's for mercy or for damnation. You're not sure if you should pull his head closer by the hand in his hair, or move away to stave off your orgasm. You're not sure you can handle more, even if you want it, you can't guarantee that another orgasm won't break you. But it doesn't matter, Spencer's movements are relentless, and either way he'll get you there – he needs to make you cum. Your hand in his hair remains neutral.

The coil in your stomach tightens, and you can already feel the familiar sweet, honeyed sensation fill you up. Warmth moving through your nerves and seeping deep into your bones. Your eyes are already closed, eyes sightlessly moving around beneath your lids as if caught in a restless dream — and you almost feel like you are in one: some feverish, psychosomatic sex dream.

Spencer efforts double, almost like he can notice the proximity of your orgasm, telepathically able to predict when the sensation is about to flood you even before you've been made aware yourself. His hips grind down harder against the mattress as he, seemingly unaware, tries to make himself cum to the sweet sounds of your pleasure.

His fingers move deeper, motions precise. The pads of his fingers nudge that soft spot deep in your cervix, and your legs are clamping closed, only held open by his bobbing head.

"Spencer!" you moan, "too much, fuck– please, honey, please," soft words bubble from your lips, your brain too pleasure-frazzled to form any other, more coherent requests.

Spencer's fingers continue their movements, his tongue moves up and down your cunt, before he rips out his fingers to stuff his face right in the centre of you to get a good taste, his nose brushing against your clit as he does so. You reward him with a cry, and he gifts you back his own moans. His sounds pressed deep into your cunt, making vibrations reverberate from your core to your chest, wrecking your body tremors as they flow through you.

He sucks and sucks, drinking your juices like a man depraved and dying of thirst. Spencer's always been an eager lover.

The coil begs to snap, stretched far too taught. His tongue plunges deep inside you, tasting along the spongy walls of your cunt.

All it takes is one simple movement from Spencer. His thumb circles your clit once, twice, his nose nudges your clit closer to his thumb – and you're screaming.

"Spencer!" you cry out as your back arches off the mattress completely. Your hips still held down by Spencer's strong arms intertwined around them, holding you hostage to his pleasure.

Moan after moan releases from your throat, mindlessly spoken words mixing in the middle: some please, some Spencers, a few cuss words in the bundle.

Despite the intensity you feel, the electricity that increases second by second, your hips act on a mind of their own. As every alarm in your friend brain goes off, telling you to stop the stimulation before you go insane, your hips yet continue to move, jerky circles following Spencer's still ongoing torment.

And Spencer's doesn't deprive you of any pleasure – his tongue still rapidly laps at your juices. The movements of his thumb on your clit are gentle, however. Slow, deliberate and soft circles.

Spencer doesn't fully slow down though, and before you can consider pulling him away with your weakened grip on his hair, Spencer's movements stutter. His body wracks with tremors, the movements of his mouth on you spasmodic. His hips thrash against the sheets. Spencer's movements are sporadic and shaky as his own cum erupts through his aching, hard cock.

Spencer's eyes roll far back into his skull, and you lean your head down to watch as his back bows while he whimpers and mewls against your pussy as he ruins the fabric of his boxers.

His hips continue to jerk, and he lays some soft, open-mouthed kisses on you as he rides out the high of a most divine feeling.

When his hips still, and sounds come back into focus, Spencer's hands loosen on you as he begins his ascent up your body, too eager to share the sweet taste of you on your tongue.

"mhmm," he hums against your pubic mound, laying a wet kiss as his handa move up to caress your body.

"you made me cum, pretty girl," he whispers against your stomach, you feel the curve of his lips around every word. "fuck, your sweet cunt and pretty sounds made me cum," another kiss laid higher up, "made me feel so good,"

You hum back in reply, unable to fully form a sentence yet.

"Didn't even need to try," he murmurs, and it's true. Spencer can cum from just looking at you, from your soft sounds and breathy whimpers. It's happened before, and it almost happened tonight when you moaned out his name all dreamy and dainty as he made you cum that first time.

"You sounded so pretty, too," his words carry on as his kisses move higher. He lays a wet kiss on your sternum, quickly darting out his tongue to lick a drop of sweat of your skin.

His big hands move all over you, from your hip to around your waist, then up to caress your chest, thumbs running over your nipples, before Spencer decides to taste them instead.

His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as he settles himself between your legs.

His takes one breast into his mouth, sucking at the plump skin, head bobbing as he kisses and licks at your chest. His tongue swipes over your nipple, once, twice, three, five times till your hoarse voice whimpers out your pleasure – much to his satisfaction. He moves to repeat the same movements on the other breast.

Once he's satisfied, he releases you with a pop, the sound obscene and loud, contrasting your soft pants.

"Did you feel good, baby?" he speaks the words now against the side of your neck. You nod in response, your jaw softly meeting the side of his face as you do. Spencer chuckles at the contact, and moves out of the cervix of your neck to properly look at you instead.

His brown eyes meet yours. This close, you can make each individual flick of gold in his eyes, each green strand the decorates the brown.

"Tell me," he requests, soft and gentle. He kisses you tenderly on the lips. "tell me how good it felt,"

"So good, Spence," you reply, voice rough with use, whilst you wrap your hands around his neck, one burrowing into his soft curls. His eyes flutter as your nails lightly scrape his skull, and he feels a low buzz at the contact.

"Good," he kisses you again, satiated and satisfied with your answer.

It seems to you like Spencer's gotten his fill, for now. He's only made you cum, what? 5 or 6 times?

He kisses you softly, and you hope that Spencer's settling to rest with you.

He kisses you slow and soft, humming gently against your lips. He lays one kiss on your temple, another on your forehead, and one on each of your closed eyelids as you begin to settle and relax against the pillows, your brain wandering off as you lose time between each kiss and the next; your brain dozes off for half-seconds as the atmosphere quiets.

so calm....so quiet

Your grip on Spencer loosens, the entrancing, post-euphoria haze thickens and stretches time as sounds around you mute and an exhausted smile settles across your face as you give into that weightless feeling and finally rest.

—

Spencer's hands wander downwards, yet again, his fingers settling on your clit as he aligs his once more hard cock with your entrance.

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A/N — some late night Spencer thoughts. Been wanting to right for dr. pretty boy for a while now.

+ experimenting with shorter fics now, hopefully I'll write more like this? also it's not properly edited if u can't tell ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

Feedback is always wanted & appreciated!

Requests are open!!

[evilgwrl]

Simon Riley x Reader

Back Door

Summary: Simon wanted to explore more than just your pussy

CW: Anal, ass play/fingering, spanking, praise and degradation, no protection (PLS USE A CONDOM, JUST BC U WONT GET PREGNANT DOESNT MEAN U WONT GET AN STD!!!!!), established relationship (I love bf simon <3), aftercare, vibrator use!!, reader watches porn and gets caught, I don’t go into detail about prep bc I’m not that educated on it but pls use prep before anal intercourse <33

WARNING: BEFORE ATTEMPTING ANAL OR ANAL INSERTION PLEASE USE PROPER LUBRICATION, SPIT IS NOT ENOUGH AND CAN SERIOUSLY TEAR OR PERMANENTLY DESTROY YOUR ANUS RESULTING IN LIFE LONG INJURIES. PLEASE READ THE RISKS AND TAKE PROPER PRECAUTIONS AS WELL AS DOING IMMENSE RESEARCH (NOT PORN) BEFORE ATTEMPTING IT. NEVER LET ANYONE FORCE YOU INTO ANAL SEX, ESPECIALLY WITHOUT PROPER CARE OR THOUGHT.

Masterlist

You had heard mixed reviews on it, curiosity sometimes peaking through you as your girlfriends ranted about how good it feels, how full they felt, how sexually liberated. You were a subject to torture, your mind constantly battling between bringing it up to Simon or not.

Fingers twitched against the XXNX.com browser, horny digits darting between the three letters ‘a’, ‘n’, ‘l’.

Your shorts were undone, wrapped around your rigid ankles, your pointer finger pressed against your swollen clit, running a figure 8 in a quick motion as you watched the woman squeal in pleasure, her ass stretched with the sensation of a cock inside it.

It was taboo. Beyond taboo. It was something always frowned against growing up, always seen as profoundly dirty but maybe that’s what intrigued you.

You moaned in unison to the porn star on screen, her breasts bouncing against the white sheets she was spread out on her, ass flushed in the air as she was pounded to from behind, the man grunting in pleasure before thick ropes of cum spurted from the tight crevice, pooling down her pussy lips as she whined.

You clicked on the next video, not quite satisfied as you groped at your tits, perky nipples peaking through the fabric as you held your knees closer to your chest, feeling your orgasm coiling with desire as your eyebrows scrunched at the delicious sensation.

Simon could hear you. You were never one to be quiet. Pesky thing, he thought, he had only gone to the gym for less than two hours and you were this horny already? Surely him pleasuring you on his tongue earlier was enough, desperate pussy clenching against his muscle as you squashed his face between aching thighs.

He creaked towards the slightly ajar door, taking in your flushed frame, your knees knobbling against your belly as your tits shook with every pleasurable jitter that ran through you. Your pussy squelched as you occasionally ran your fingers through your soaked slit, lapping up any slick to lubricate your throbbing pearl.

Brown eyes darted towards the screen, taking in the dramatic title “HORNY SLUT TAKES FAT COCK IN HER ASS”. He raised a brow, a cocky smirk spreading across his face as he crossed his arms against his burly chest. You were interested in anal? How come you never told him that?

He can tell you were close, the way your hips bucked and soft pants fell from your lips as your actions got sloppier. Such a desperate thing, you were.

Simon cleared his throat right before a moan ripped through your parched lips, your eyes darting in fright as you stared at the intimidating figure watching you at the door.

“Simon? When did you- When did you get home?” You gasped, rushing to pull your soppy panties up as you stumbled to the door, instantly turning off the explicit video you were watching.

“You wanna explain to me what you were watching?” His tone was mocking as he stalked closer towards you, a deep arrogance and knowing lingering through every syllable.

“I- Uh- just stumbled upon it.”

“Hm? That right? So you don’t want me to fuck you in the ass? Treat you like a used slut? You know, like what you were just watching?”

You were lost for words, endless stutters leaving your lips as you tried to make do with what you were attempting to say. You let out a loud huff, pushing past him dramatically as you stormed to the bathroom.

“Aww c’mon baby, at least let me make you cum.”

Simon was enjoying the slow torture, stalking like a predator as he awaited the perfect moment to gnash his jaws across your neck and snap it, taking you as his. His to use, his to breed, his to own.

Maybe it was the way he teased you with his words, lapping seduction through the air just with the pure sultry tone he pronounced each syllable. Maybe it was the way he looked at you, dark eyes flickering with wanton need for you, lashes darting down as he stalked your frame. Whatever it was, it made you crack as you lifted your ass in the air on the bed.

Two fingers dipped into your slick, teasing between your folds as a deep laugh left his lips, a whine escaping yours.

“Stop teasing me,” you hissed, your sheer exposure sending a wave of humiliation through you as a hand spanked down on the fat of your ass, flesh jiggling under his warm touch.

Simon dug in your bedside table, delving through the clutter before rough fingertips felt the plastic ridged bottle. Desperate digits smeared the cool lube against your asshole, teasing the crevice as a quick smirk moved across his lips.

You and Simon had never really experimented with it before, the most being an occasional finger during doggy, but with him really paying attention to it now, it felt so real, so different.

“Relax for me baby,” he cooed, his voice soft as his spare hand rubbed the curvature of your back, comforting you. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you felt him coax a finger in, his already double the size of your own.

He worked another finger in, the tightness coiling around him as he lapped in the slight resistance. You felt a moan leave your lips as his fingers worked a smooth pace, walls clenching around the intrusion.

It was strange… different, but the fullness did something to you.

Simon’s hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you flush against his chest as he worked his fingers inside your back hole, soft pants and whines slipping past your tongue as your eyes fluttered shut, soft murmurs of his name filling the room as he praised you.

“Both holes take me so well, don’t they baby? So fucking good to me.”

“F-Fuck, Simon, I feel so full,” you cried, clenching instinctively around his finger as he smacked your ass in return.

“Think you can handle another?”

You nodded lazily, soaking in the pleasure as he bent you forward slightly, working more lube onto another digit before pressing it into you. He didn’t move for a second, allowing you to grow used to the tight stretch. The pain simmered slowly, your body relaxing at the naturalness of Simon’s touch.

Three fingers worked inside you, careful not to hurt you or go too deep as they focused on working a rhythm, letting you feel the pure pleasure of having another hole stretched by your Greek God of a boyfriend.

“F-Fuck,” you moaned, tongue practically lolled out of your mouth.

“Dirty fucking slut for me, sucking my finger threes in, ain’t you?”

“N-Need more, Si, please.” Your voice was dripping with arousal, eyes rolling back as you hummed at the filling sensation.

Simon grunted in satisfaction, slipping his three fingers out gently, softly rubbing at the puckered hole before he began to undo his pants. You bent over, your ass flushed in the air as you buried your face into the sheets.

You could hear the cap of the Lube bottle opening once more, followed by a continuous squirt of the gel, before more fingers prodded at your hole, working the substance around and into you.

“Baby, before we do this, if you want to stop at anytime, don’t even bother using our safe word, the moment you say stop or no, I’m pulling out. I won’t be mad at you either, this is completely about you. Your pussy’s tight enough for me.”

You nodded resulting in a harsh slap.

“Say you understand,” he snapped.

“Yes, Si, I promise I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”

You could hear the sloppy sounds of lube against his dick, his thick hands working his cock before you felt the mushroom tip line up at your hole. You winced as you felt him push in, his three fingers still not quite enough to make up for the sheer size of him.

Simon paused at the jerk of your body, holding your hips tightly before you whispered out an, “I’m okay, keep going”. Simon worked his thick length in bit by bit, taking his time as he continuously checked up to make sure you were okay.

At 3/4 of his length, Simon relaxed his movements, feeling you clench around him as you whined.

“Such a tight fucking hole, Jesus Christ,” he hissed, his hand coming down on your ass, the subtle print beginning to form.

“Please move, Si,” your voice coming out in short pants as you gripped the sheets, the sound of lube squelching as he began to rock back and forth, working his cock inside you.

Once you seemed more comfortable, your wanton moans filtering through the air, his pace fastened, gripping your hips like a vice as he occasionally spanked your ass, enjoying the way it moved as his hips slapped against the fat at a bruising pace.

“Dirty whore for me, let’s me fuck whatever hole I want.”

“Fucking filthy, takes me so well in her ass.”

“That’s a good slut for me, you love getting your ass filled, don’t you? Say it.”

His movements were quick as he fucked the right crevice, grunts leaving chapped lips as he practically growled out, harsh slaps delivered on your bruised skin, skin he would kiss later.

You were a series of whines and cries, strings of expletives leaving your mouth as your own fingers toyed with your neglected clit, rubbing the delicate bud at a quick pace as you screamed out at the fullness.

“Gonna cum soon,” Simon groaned, his pace growing more sloppy as he began to reach his high, your own fingers working faster against the sensitive bud.

“Come inside me, Si, please, need you to fill me up.”

Your words were practically sent from heaven, rolls of white meeting his vision before he let out a guttural grunt, hot pumps of cum filling you up as you whined at the sensation, your own orgasm quickly following.

You both panted, sweat engraved on your skin as your boyfriend slowly pulled out, cum leaking from the abused hole down to your cunt, both holes clenching around nothing as you collapsed.

You could feel a reassuring hand rub against the heat of your ass, shushing you as you breathed against the cotton sheets.

“Stay here baby, lemme get you cleaned up. You did so well for me.”

If you could take one thing from this experience, you were so glad you got caught watching porn.

WARNING: BEFORE ATTEMPTING ANAL OR ANAL INSERTION PLEASE USE PROPER LUBRICATION, SPIT IS NOT ENOUGH AND CAN SERIOUSLY TEAR OR PERMANENTLY DESTROY YOUR ANUS RESULTING IN LIFE LONG INJURIES. PLEASE READ THE RISKS AND TAKE PROPER PRECAUTIONS AS WELL AS DOING IMMENSE RESEARCH (NOT PORN) BEFORE ATTEMPTING IT. NEVER LET ANYONE FORCE YOU INTO ANAL SEX, ESPECIALLY WITHOUT PROPER CARE OR THOUGHT.

Sorry this is a piece of shit :(((

[angelicwrites]

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve | logan howlett

summary. a friends-with-benefits arrangement where you realize you’ve fallen for logan, the only rule you both swore to follow. though he hesitantly agrees to end things, his silence hides a truth that he’s fallen for you too. pairings. fwb!logan howlett x fem!reader genre. smut (MDNI 18+), dom!logan x sub!reader, porn w no plot warnings. did not proofread this, car sex, unprotected sex, reader asking logan to be rough, angst, lmk if i miss something

a/n. hope you like this one <3 pls show some love by reblogging !

"fuck, you're gorgeous," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. he bent down, taking a taut nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently at first, then with increasing urgency. his free hand roamed lower, sliding beneath your skirt, and found the wetness between your thighs. you were already soaked, ready for him.

"lo please," you begged, your voice thick with desire. "i need you now."

he didn't need to be told twice. logan positioned himself between your thighs, his hard length pressing against your entrance. with one swift thrust, he buried himself deep within you, eliciting a gasp from your lips. his hips moved in a relentless rhythm, each stroke hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. the car rocked with the force of his pounding, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the confined space.

you matched his intensity, meeting his thrusts with your own, your hands gripping the headrest as you pushed back against him. the pleasure was intense, bordering on pain, but you craved more. you wanted to be taken to the edge and beyond.

"harder lo," you panted, your words punctuated by his relentless assault on your body. "fuck me harder, i want to feel you everywhere."

he obliged, his hands gripping your hips tightly, leaving marks that would remind you of this moment. logan slammed into you, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he wanted to see the raw emotion on your face. the car's interior was filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet, slick sounds of your bodies joining.

as he pounded into you, logan leaned forward, his mouth capturing yours in a hungry kiss. his tongue invaded your mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips, and you tasted the sweetness of desire. your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if you could merge your bodies into one.

the pressure built within you, a coiled spring ready to snap. logan's fingers found your clit, rubbing it in firm circles as he continued to thrust. "come for me, baby," he grunted against your mouth. "let me feel your pussy clench around my cock."

his words were like a match to dry kindling. your orgasm exploded through your body, rippling waves of pleasure that left you breathless. you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders, as your pussy clenched tightly around his throbbing shaft, taking in every last drop.

logan's own release was imminent. he gritted his teeth, his body tensing as he fought to hold off his climax. but with one final, powerful thrust, he surrendered to the pleasure, filling you with his hot seed. his cock twitched inside you, releasing pulse after pulse of his essence.

the air in the car is thick, still heavy with the scent of him, the heat of what just happened lingering between you both. logan's hand stroked your hair, his touch gentle now, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments ago. your clothes are a mess, hastily pulled back into place, and you can’t even bring yourself to look at him. instead, you keep your gaze fixed out the window, biting your bottom lip as the words you need to say twist painfully in your chest.

“we can’t do this anymore,” you finally manage, voice barely above a whisper.

logan is silent for a moment, his breathing still uneven. “what are you talking about?” he asks, though you can hear the tension in his voice. he knows.

you inhale sharply, your hands trembling as they fidget with the hem of your shirt. “i caught feelings, logan. and that, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

his jaw tightens. you can see it out of the corner of your eye, the way his fingers flex against his knee, like he’s trying to steady himself. “you’re serious?” he asks, though his tone carries no surprise, just a quiet kind of resignation.

you nod, finally daring to glance at him. his dark eyes meet yours, and for a split second, you think you see something there, something raw, something vulnerable, but it’s gone before you can grasp it.

“this was never supposed to be more than what it was,” you continue, your voice trembling now. “and i can’t—i can’t keep pretending it doesn’t hurt me. especially when you’re with her.” the last word feels like a knife in your throat.

he leans back against the seat, running a hand through his hair, his expression unreadable. “jean and i…it’s complicated,” he mutters, but the words feel hollow.

“it doesn’t matter,” you cut him off, shaking your head. “she’s your girlfriend logan, and i’m not. i’m not this kind of person. i thought i could handle it, but i can’t.”

his lips press into a thin line, and for a moment, you think he’s going to argue, but instead, he nods slowly. “if that’s what you want,” he says quietly, though his voice betrays the slightest crack.

you don’t answer right away. instead, you look down at your hands, clenching them in your lap as tears blur your vision. “it’s not what i want,” you admit, your voice barely audible. “but it’s what i need.”

logan’s breath hitches, and for the first time, he turns his head away, his shoulders tense. “okay,” he says after a long silence, his voice heavy with something you can’t quite name.

he’s agreeing, but it doesn’t feel like he wants to. and deep down, you wonder if he’s just as broken by this as you are.

but you force yourself to open the door and step out, the cold night air biting at your skin. you can’t look back, even as you hear him let out a shaky breath, one that sounds suspiciously like he’s trying not to fall apart.

you tell yourself this is the right thing to do. even as your chest aches. even as your heart screams otherwise.

logan will appear in ur room if u like/comment/reblog !

masterlist - pt 2

©angelicwrites on tumblr

[luvvcharxo]

you don't have to suffer alone - mark grayson x fem!reader

warnings: anxiety, language, insecurities word count: 2.4k summary: in which mark comforts his best friend the night before school, and the memories that mark and his childhood best friend have. notes: civilian!reader. no use of y/n. was feeling really stressed for school before going to bed so decided to write this! set during s1. also send requests guys pls <3

Anxiety.

Something you've lived with for your whole life.

You should be used to it by now. Used to the fear that wracks your body, the pit in your stomach, the looming sense of dread. But you aren't.

That's what makes nights so much harder.

You may not be a superhero, going out to risk your life and save the world every night, but the anxiety doesn't change. School's just enough to trigger it. Especially the nights before school, laying awake, unable to succumb to the tantalising embrace of sleep.

Tonight's another one of those nights.

As usual, the deep hole in your stomach doesn't go away. As usual, your eyes dart around the room frantically, looking for dangers that aren't there. As usual, you're alone, no one to comfort you. Not that you'd open up to your family anyway.

Speaking of family, they're in their rooms. Asleep. Unaware of the turmoil raging inside you.

You're alone, again.

To prevent yourself from spiralling, you sit on your bed, playing Block Blast on your phone. It does little to distract you from the heavy weight pressed against your ribs, making it hard to breathe, as if the air itself was too thick to inhale.

You stare at the device with a sigh, the words 'GAME OVER' printed on your screen. 23842. New high score. Great.

Wanting to take a break, you decide to aimlessly on social media for a while, switching between app to app. Anything to distract you.

It doesn't work.

The soft ticking of the clock on your wall draws your attention. 12:31. 6 hours until you have to wake up for school. You're definitely not going to be tired in the morning. Ha.

As you stare at the clock, dread seeps in. The persistent nagging of fear overwhelms you, paranoia seeping in. You are not excited for school tomorrow. Or today. Time works weirdly in the early hours of the morning.

It works so weirdly you don't even notice the tears running down your face. You don't need much to trigger the flow of tears. It creeps up on you and sometimes you don't even notice you're crying until you look in a mirror. You've become so use to this sense of stress that it's almost like a second skin to you. You wipe away the tears, but they just keep coming, and the coil of anxiety tightens its grip on you, cold tendrils of fear snaking through your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Sleep would probably help.

You don't try to get any.

Instead, through the haze of panic, your hand blindly fumbles about for your phone. You blink the tears away, managing to send a single text.

'could u come over'

A reply pops up not even a minute after.

'Sure'

Another message appears.

''You okay?'

You don't respond, opting to place your phone down with a audible sigh of relief, the feeling of hope seeping through your inner torment.

Hope that maybe, company could help, help distract you from the coldness of the feelings inside you.

He always makes you happy. Mark just seems to know exactly what to say and what to do to cheer you up.

You love Mark. Probably more than you should platonically. You two are only meant to be best friends, after all.

You've known each other since childhood. Some would call it the classic 'childhood best friends' trope. Your family had just moved into the area, so you didn't know anyone there. Cue the Grayson's. Debbie had been driving past the area and, after seeing the moving trucks, decided that her and her family should pay a visit to the new residents. You weren't neighbors, much to your disappointment, but you lived close enough. Close enough to go to the same school.

First day there, you were sat next to the pretty boy with chocolate-brown eyes that you had talked to the day before with his parents on the front porch of your house. You were a socially anxious child, but once he began a conversation and started talking about Seance Dog, something clicked.

You two were almost inseparable ever since.

Mark and you grew together. One playdate turned into a weekly occurrence, which grew more frequent each time. Little lines on his living room wall marked your heights, changing each year. At one point you were taller than him, a fact you loved to tease him about. However, he finally got his growth spurt, shooting up to meet your height. He's grown taller ever since.

It wasn't just him you were close with. Your families were close, and dinner with them was a common occurence. Debbie was an absolute sweetheart, and she felt like a second mother to you. She was always open for you to talk to, and treated you like you were her own daughter. Nolan was more aloof, but he was kind enough.

Years passed, and your friendship with Mark (almost) never faltered. Eventually, you two reached high school and things changed, whether for better or worst.

You stayed friends, of course. Your families remained close, and weekly dinner with them remained a staple in your household. But what had changed was your... relationship with Mark.

It was getting harder and harder to describe what it was. It had become more common for others to assume you two were dating, and sometimes you wished it was the truth.

Ignoring your thoughts, you would always brush the dating rumous off. You two were friends, and that's all it would ever be. You didn't want to jeopardise your friendship for what was just a silly crush. Right?

Well, then you found out he was a new superhero you had been keeping tabs on. And that his father, Nolan, who you had sat at the same dinner table with multiple times, was Omni-Man; Earth's most powerful hero. Amazing! That, however, is a story for another time.

You had eventually come to terms with all of... that, but you still weren't completely used to it. You forgot your best friend had powers and could fly really fast (yes, he had taken you flying once), and that he could be at your house in a flash. Slightly longer than a flash, but still.

You never thought that you could contact him when you were stressed. You were so used to dealing with it by yourself, it had never crossed your mind that you could actually ask someone for comfort and talk to them about it. Crazy idea, right?

You didn't know why tonight was the first time you thought about it, the first time you sent that text. You hoped he wouldn't be weirded out by the streaks of tears running down your cheeks. Just in case, you did your best to wipe away any lingering evidence of your little crying session, checking your reflection in the mirror. You stared at yourself, your eyes drifting over the dark circles, over every blemish, over every imperfection.

A soft tap disrupted your thoughts.

Taking a deep breath to gather yourself, you walked quietly over to your window, careful not to make the floor creak. Your family could still be awake, you know.

Gently pulling open the curtains, you were greeted with Mark's face.

He was hovering outside your bedroom window, clad in a basic top and sweatpants. He shoots you an awkward smile, one that you could only bring yourself to return half-heartedly. That man really needed to protect his 'secret identity' better.

You open the window and he flies in, landing lightly in the center of the room. You close the window after him, turning around to face him.

After a moment of silence, Mark begans to ramble. "I'm so sorry I took a while, Dad had to talk to me and it took him ages and-" You cut him off by all but flinging yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He stands there for a moment, taken off guard by the sudden contact.

It's not like you aren't an affectionate person. Hugs are commonly given by you to people you like which, to be honest, isn't a lot of people.

Physical affection is a staple in your close friendships. It shows you trust them, that you're opening yourself up and showing your gratitude to them.

Mark has received a lot of hugs from you over the years, but he treasures each one like it's the last.

This was no exception.

After his brief pause, Mark immediately wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on top of your head. You nuzzle your head against his chest, the steady thud of his heartbeat helping to slow your own down.

His large hand splays out against your back, rubbing soothing circles with his fingers, while the other remains tightly against your waist.

You two remain in that calm embrace for a while, gently rocking from side to side, before he breaks the silence. "What happened?"

You pull back just enough to look at him, but his hands don't let you go far as he tightens his grip. You sigh, your gaze drifting away from his. "I just... I don't know. I felt a bit anxious about, well, everything." You manage a sheepish chuckle before continuing. "It's always like this before school. I thought it'd be nice to have some company. I'm sorry if I interrupted anything."

Mark lets out a laugh of his own, breathy and slightly deep, as his chocolate gaze remains on you. "Don't worry, you didn't interrupt anything. Besides, I wouldn't care if you did. You're important to me, you know?"

A smile manages to worm its way onto your face, and one grows on his at the sight. "Yeah, but-"

Mark sighs dramatically, shushing you by hugging you again. "No 'but's, you're my best friend and you should remember that. I'm always here for you."

You relax into the embrace, letting his reassuring words soak over you, numbing your stress slightly. "Thank you." You murmur softly into his chest. He hums in response. "It's what I'm here for."

Pulling away, you sit on your bed to pick at your nails, avoiding eye contact. "Do you ever... No, that's a silly question."

Mark sits next to you, his own hands gently holding onto yours to stop the action. "What is it?" His eyes trace the contours of your face as he waits for an answer.

After a moment, you give him one. "Do mundane stuff ever make you anxious? You know, like school, social gatherings and whatnot? I know it's a stupid question, with you being a superhero and all, but..." You don't finish your sentence, unsure about what point you were even trying to make.

He seems to understand. Mark always does. It's one of the many things you love about him. That, along with his awkwardly charming nerdy personality, his beautiful brown eyes, his silky dark hair, his muscles...

What the fuck? You're meant to be in an anxious spiral right now, not thirsting over your best friend. Your best friend who is, in fact, right next to you, responding to your question. Shit.

The deep coil of fear deep in your stomach seems to unwind slightly at the melodic hum of his voice as he speaks, and you find yourself asking him; "Can you stay and hold me? Just, for however long you can?"

Realising what you said, you backtrack slightly. "I just meant that it'd be nice to have someone here, and if you're uncomfortable-" You notice the small upturn of his lips, his dimples peeking out, and you realise that you shouldn't be overthinking this much. This is Mark Grayson, for fuck's sakes. Your childhood friend who you grew up with. You've had way too many embarrassing moments with him to even care anymore.

"Yeah, of course." That was the answer you are hoping for, and it was luckily the answer you got. "Here?" Mark asks, referring to the bed. You nod in response.

"Which side do you want to be on?" Ever the gentleman. You shrug and he maneuvers you two around so you're closest to the wall and he's basically hanging off the bed. Unable to help yourself, you let out a snort at his awkward position. "Mark, I don't bite. Please make yourself more comfortable, you look like you're about to fall off."

His cheeks flush red at the words and he laughs with embarrassment. "Sorry, I just don't want to make you feel... awkward."

In response, you slowly adjust the bedsheets over the two of you and inch closer to the wall, facing it to give the guy more space. You really hope you're not crossing any boundaries here.

You hear him shuffle slightly behind you and the switch of the mlight being turned off and you hope he's finally got a bit more comfortable.

The two of you lay there in silence for a while, and you feel all the paranoia, anxiety, and stress you tried to push down earlier slowly creep back in. Your eyes dart around, taking in everything and nothing at the same time, and the panic coils tighter and tighter and tighter-

It stops. An arm draped around your waist stops all your thoughts. The only thoughts left are the warmth of his body pressed up against you, and the feeling that this is a bit more than friendship. Huh. How easy it is for Mark to distract you from your inner turmoil.

"Sorry, I could just feel you moving and I wanted to calm you down." He murmurs from behind you and a soft smile twitches at the corner of your lips. "Thanks, Mark."

You slowly shift around, your eyes adjusting to the darkness. You find his eyes already looking at you, and a slight flush make themself present on your face. You really hope one of his superpowers isn't seeing in the dark.

You rest your head against Mark's chest, closing your eyes. You notice that the steady thump of his heart has increased slightly. Interesting.

"I mean it," You murmur, already halfway to the tantalising realm of sleep. You never fall asleep this quickly. Guess you really were tired. "Thank you for everything. I owe you."

You feel his chest rumble as he chuckles, and you just know he's smiling. "You don't owe me for anything. I'm always here for you. Sleep well, sunshine."

As you finally manage to drift to sleep, you swear you feel a soft brush of lips against your forehead.

extra notes: hey guys!! my first piece of writing on tumblr, hope it's okay. reblogs and likes are very appreciated, and my requests are open!

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[harbours-lighthouse]

I just read your latest writing post abt Jason and I rllyyyy love it!!!!

May I request something similar but with Dick pls 👉👈?

honey-coated bubble (dick grayson x f!reader)

author’s note — hi love, when you sent this in, my most recent fic was ‘he won’t let me break apart (jason toddxf!reader)’. i’ve been struggling to write more than a couple hundred words as of late, and i really struggled to write your request, but i didn’t want to give you absolutely nothing, so here’s something i managed to write that is just pure, pure, pure fluff. a thousand apologies, lovie! hopefully in the near future i’ll regain my writing capabilities and write up a proper fic for you. 

est. word count — 400

Sunlight pools into the small apartment, soaking the couch beneath the window in gold. The curtains dance, fabric twisting this way and that as a cool breeze drifts inside. It kisses your warmed skin, soothing as the summer sun continues to beat down on Gotham City. 

You’re seated on the couch with Dick, bodies submerged in butter-yellow light. You can feel your skin burning gently under the sun, and it’s as nice of a feeling as Dick’s hands resting on your hips, a light but steady weight. 

Inside this honey-coated bubble, the two of you are whittled down to nothing but soft smiles and crinkled eyes, voices only as whispers. 

“It’s like you’re trying to blind me,” you mumble, pushing your palm against Dick’s beaming smile and hiding away his pearl-white teeth.

He laughs, and you can feel the phonics of his voice vibrate against your skin. 

“M’not,” he says around your hand, and you give him a small look, brows raised. 

Against your fingers you can feel the stretch of his cheeks, but his eyes alone give away the fact that he’s grinning beneath your hand. Creased around the corners, twinkling a dark-blue, like the ocean glittering beneath the sun.

Pulling your hand away, a laugh slips from you as Dick ducks his head into the crook of your neck, hiding away his bronze-tinted face.

“What are you doing?” you whisper. 

“Nothing.” 

You hum softly, and let your fingers travel along the nape of his neck, before brushing through the dark curls that have grown a tad too long. They’re soft, and you twirl the locks around your finger as if you were forming coils of clay. 

For a moment, you’re suspended in something indescribable, and you have the faintest idea in the back of your mind that this moment is entirely unique and separate from any other time you’ve spent with Dick, and anything else in the future.

You smile softly to yourself, feeling the rise and fall of your lover’s chest against yours, muscle and bone and sinew hiding away a heart as golden as the light flooding through your apartment.

Pressing a kiss to Dick’s temple, you feel his lips graze against the curve of your neck, featherlight and reverent. 

“I love you,” the golden-hearted boy says softly, and a warmth unattributed to the sun wraps tightly around your lungs. 

“I love you, too.” 

thank you for reading, God bless <3

© harbours-lighthouse

[robilover]

Jane Doe (ZZZ) NSFW Headcanons !

pairing(s): jane doe x fem!reader

cw: fingering, gagging (fingers used), strap-on use, dom!jane doe, men and homophobes dni.

a/n: I can’t help it, she’s so UGHHH I CAN’TTT I FUCKING NEED EHR I need her to fuck me silly guys you don’t understand

is it just me, or does jane doe have such thick fingers.. NO BECAUSE LIKE I CAN’T HELP BUT NOTICE THEM PLS

for me, she’s a stone top. always in control no matter how much you try to dominate her. she wants you to be at her mercy and you absolutely have no room for arguments.

her fingers look thick and a bit long, so it’d fill you up so good that you’d become a moaning mess with just her fingers alone.

I feel like, with just two of her fingers, you’d feel so full already. she absolutely loves how your tight walls clamp onto her fingers that the feeling would make her moan.

she loves to pin you against the wall or bend you over a table just so she could fuck you with her fingers. she’s like, 5’7, and I feel like she has a size kink. so, if you’re shorter than her, she uses it to her advantage to press you up against the wall with her body while she fingers you so good. but if you’re taller than her, she does not care at all; she will still be pressing you up against the wall and bend you over.

oftentimes, she uses her fingers to gag you in order for you to keep your voice down while being knuckles deep into your pussy. she’d even whisper sweet, dirty things into your ear, telling you how much of a good girl you are for taking her fingers so well.

when she’s in a more mischievous mood, she brings a strap-on and looks for you so she could use it on you. and when she does find you, good luck, because she’s going to make you see stars.

I just really think that jane doe loves to fuck you up against the wall with your legs around her waist as she pounds into you with her strap. she’s a strong woman, so carrying you is not a problem for her.

she can be gentle, but most of the time, she’s rough. she just can’t get enough of you that she’d get feral over you.

oh right, her tail! there will never be a time that it won’t be coiled around your body. may it be around your leg or your waist, but her favorite body part of yours to have her tail wrapped around with is your leg while she’s inside you.

hearing you moan her name is like music to her ears that she can’t get enough of. it only turns her on so much that she becomes addicted to them and to the point that she won’t stop until she’s satisfied, even if you cum countless of times and beg her to stop because it’s getting too much for you. you can take it; you can take her, right? after all, you’re her good girl and she needs to have you <3

[darlingdaisyfarm]

★ two minds, one weakness

a/n: god ive been carrying this idea for so long, it’s been sitting in the back of my mind, just rotting and finally i got my motivation back to write it. this fic is one of those where you can take it however you want. if you see it as billford? yeah, i guess it kinda is. but if you don’t pls notice that Ford is still very much in an established relationship with reader here, and that is the main dynamic <3 i think its actually bill x reader too tbh

tags: nsfw, smut, pre portal ford, ford x reader x bill, dual control, mockery turns into desperation, nipple play, loss of control, handjob, praise kink, lots of kisses i think that's it ??

he's trembling under your hands. every touch of yours is a spark along exposed wires, rushing straight to his spine, right where the tension builds, where his nerves coil too tight and you can feel how Stanford is practically pulsing beneath you through the fabric of his slacks.

“you're so smart,” you whisper again, lips brushing against his neck and he lets out a choked, pathetic little sound as his hips twitch up just barely. you smile against his skin. “you know so much. the most brilliant man ive ever met.”

“mhnnm,” Ford closes his eyes, drowning in his own breath, tilting his head back slightly, tightening his six fingers around your waist, harder than before, “baby,”

baby?

you laugh softly, ignoring how his voice sounds deeper.

“baby?” you ask, smiling, brushing your fingertips over him through the fabric of his slacks. slow, barely-there, just testing his reaction and he jerks immediately, nearly whimpering.

god.

your grin widens as you feel how tense he is beneath your touch, melting.

he's not used to gentleness. to you.

“hun, you're so sensitive,” you murmur, still moving your hand unhurriedly through the fabric, just caressing. and his hips buck up again, desperate for more. “so eager.”

“who would’ve thought,” Ford's voice sounds rougher and that’s. . . weird, though you can’t really focus on that right now. “that you’re such a little tease.”

you laugh again, shaking your head.

“but Ford, you know i just want you to relax, i want to make you feel good,” as you press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, then down his jawline, then lowering to his neck, while your hand is still there, stroking gently, and he shudders under you.

then, all at once, Ford suddenly tenses, his whole body going rigid. his spine snaps straight like he’s been scalded but you’re used to these nervous little twitches from your scientist by now, so you don’t react. it's okay, he's just very stressed.

and it passes as quickly as it came, his head dips toward yours again, trembling lips searching for yours and he groans when you kiss him.

and you think, poor Stanford. he’s always been like this, wound too tight, too intelligent for this world and too complicated for anyone to truly understand.

and now, beneath your hands, he feels so helpless. so needy.

“shh,” you whisper, smoothing a hand over his chest, “im here, darling. im right here, im gonna take care of you.”

Ford breathes hard, digging his fingers into your body, still rolling his hips into your palm and you just kiss him again, with a little smile.

your fingers slip beneath the knot of his tie, tugging it loose until it hangs against his chest.

oh, Ford is gone.

your hand moves so slow it’s agonising, palm pressing down over the growing shape in his slacks again, and he’s burning, his whole body taut as a wire beneath you. hips keep twitching up, body silently begging for more without his permission.

“really? this is all it takes?” sickly-sweet voice fills his thoughts again.

Ford feels the clench of unseen fingers around his brain, a cold press at the base of his skull, although his body, the body Bill now has a grip on, keeps reacting to you. six fingered hands still cling to you and worst of all, his cock still throbs under the faint pressure of your hand.

“a little praise? a few kisses? being called smart and you’re hard as a rock? welp that’s pathetic.”

Ford can’t respond, it's not like he can do anything but feel the heat of your mouth against his jaw, the delicate stroke of your fingers up his clothed hardening cock as you whisper sweet little things to him, not noticing how stiff he is.

what happens next is the last thing Bill expects, but exactly what Ford's body wants. your fingers dragging along the thick ridge of a vein under his slacks and the jolt of sensation snaps through his spine, making his cock throb.

“oh— oh, m-my god“

“are you kidding me? you’re already blabbering? don’t tell me you’re gonna blow your load from a hand through pants, genius—”

“does that feel good, baby?” you ask sweetly, “you’re so sensitive, such a good boy for me.” Ford grits his teeth, the head of his cock pushing up against the seam of his pants so hard he thinks he might burst from the pressure alone.

a pitiful moan escapes from his lips and Bill falters. because now he feels it too, how Ford's veins swell and strain. every jerk of Ford's hips completely out of his control.

it’s all bleeding into Bill.

and he wasn’t expecting this. wasn’t expecting this damn nerd to be so fucking responsive and needy. wasn’t expecting your soft voice, your careful hands, how you talk your damn Ford through this.

and now Bill’s stuck in this disgusting body, feeling everything Sixer feels and it’s. . . overwhelming

“shit,“ Bill’s voice cracks, echoing in Ford’s head as a shiver rolls through his whole body.

one cock, two minds and that's horrible because whatever Ford feels, Bill feels too. a nerve exposed. both trapped in the same fucking overstimulated body, helpless to the heat coiling in Sixer's gut.

Bill is right though. Ford is pathetic, so pathetic and dumb. youre just using your hand, not even your mouth, just stroking him, but it's enough to drive him insane.

Ford’s head tips back again, shamelessly rutting his hips into your grip, feeling his cock so hard now the thick head is leaking a damp spot into his slacks and Bill curses through Ford’s teeth.

“f-fuck,” Ford gasps for air. or is it Bill? no, both of them now, their thoughts and sensations tangled so tight they blur together.

Bill's voice wobbles in Ford’s head and Ford, surprised, notices how weak it sounds. “damn it, brainiac, you stupid sack of hormones—“

your fingers brush over the thick outline in his slacks. “feels good, doesn’t it?” you domt even realize how badly he’s falling apart.

both Ford and the demon in his hand are too overwhelmed to process it, to answer you. because then your hand slips lower, finding his zipper, dragging it down.

”w-whoa, hey— you’re really lettin’ this—“

Ford’s cock springs free, so flushed and hard, the fat tip already leaking and you wrap your hand around him, sliding your fingers along a vein that runs down his shaft.

“oh— oh, fuck—“ Ford’s thrusts his hips into your grip, his dick throbbing against your palm, and Bill’s thoughts stutter.

“sh-shit, heh. sensitive little thing, aren’t ya?” Ford bites his lips, feeling how demon possessing his body is getting lost in it too, forced to experience every slow stroke.

but the second your thumb circles the tip, smearing the bead of precum across the flushed head, Bill’s jeering falters.

“o-oh. oh, this is—oh, what the hell, why does this—“ Bill still tries, “so, we g-gonna cum already? from a handjob?” he feels Sixer's cock pulsing with every slow drag of your hand as the sensitive vein along his shaft twitches under your thumb. “damn it, Sixer, you’re— hnngh— you’re ridiculous.”

the bastard possesses him, but it's your touch that takes control.

“s'not, haahh, s'not fair, sweetheart, i cant. . .”

“it's okay, just enjoy it, love,” you whisper, watching Ford's face, his parted lips and half closed eyes. so you move your hand faster, still smooth though, just steady strokes from base to tip and the fat head of his cock keeps leaking and leaking, slicking your palm, until his hips are stuttering into your fist.

“you okay, baby?” you murmur again, bringing your lips to his chin.

“y-yeah— yeah, oh, darling“

“dont tell me, Sixer, dont fucking tell me you're gonna cum. . . already?” Bill's disappointed voice echoes through Ford's blank mind.

your free hand wanders, tracing up his chest, fingers splaying over the muscles beneath until they find those stiff little peaks, hardened under the thin fabric of his white shirt. your fingertips roll over them and Ford jerks at that.

“wh- whuhh, what are you—“

Bill, the smug bastard, now moaning right along with Ford while you pay attention to his nipples, meanwhile your other hand is still stroking him.

you tilt your head, gaze locked on his length in your palm. so you decide to pleasure your scientist more. your tongue peeks past your lips, before you let a long, warm string of spit drip down, landing with a wet noise right over the swollen head.

“OHH, WHA—WHAT THE FUCK, BABE—“

you don’t stop as you drag your fingers through the mess, slicking him up. “what’s wrong, Ford?” you coo. “can’t handle it?”

“uhh, what the fuckkk—” Bills groans, but his voice splinters into a ragged noise as your hand twists over the head of Ford’s cock again, spreading the slick of his precum down the shaft. his full balls, ready to spill, feel heavy, drawn up tight against his body as they twitch when you pump him.

“ohh, oh damn“ Ford's cock is burning hot, skin stretched tight, the ridges of his veins bulging beneath your fingers.

“you’re pathetic, sixer—” Bill's voice wobbles, “but this feels so fucking good.”

all it takes is your hand squeezing a little tighter, moving up and down faster, faster, faster and Ford’s body seizes, his cock throbs in your grip, the swollen head glistening with pearly drips.

“oh, oh, im cumming, love.”

“fuck, Sixer. . .” Bill’s voice trembles.

Bill feels how Ford's seminal vesicles contract, pushing fluid through the urethra and he moans. a sound that doesn't belong to Ford, but tears through his brain like it's his.

the release is. . . violent. the first spurt of Ford's seed shoots across your hand. more follows, coating your fingers, your clothes. Ford's cock jerks with every pulse, making him shudder. he can't really stop it, Bill cant either, it's automatic, a series of involuntary muscle spasms, but Bill feels every one of them.

“good boy,” you smile, and Ford sobs.

“t-thought you— thought you were gonna last longer than this,”

Ford didn't say that. Bill did. but it came from Ford's mouth anyway.

your hand stills. and you look at Ford. “what?”

Ford’s brain stops.

“what did you just say?”

“SAY NOTHING, SAY FUCKING NOTHING. LET ME—“

“nothing!” Ford (or Bill, who came to his senses) blurts too fast, his face burning. “didnt say anything.”

you look at his flushed face, his cock still twitches weakly in your grip, then back at your hand.

and Ford wants to die. Bill wants to die too.

“uh,” Ford’s voice cracks. “uh,” Bill repeats, in his head.

“oh, baby,” you coo, cupping Ford’s cheek. “you must be so tired, you’re saying nonsense again.” you gently kiss his forehead. then his cheek, the corner of his mouth.

Ford exhales.

NO. NO, NO, NO, NO. Bill tries to move his stupid boneless body, to flinch away from this sickening display of warmth, but Ford stays still. that bastard stays still and fucking smiles. OH, YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.

your lips brush over his jaw, his throat, trailing soft kisses down to his collarbone, whispering how much you love him. Ford hums, sinking into you.

YOU DISGUST ME.

but Ford doesn’t even react, tilting his head, giving you more space. so Bill tries again, pushing, urging Ford's stupid body to pull away, but the owner of it remains where he is, barely even blinking, lost in your affection.

WHAT HAPPENED TO DIGNITY? TO SELF-PRESERVATION? THIS IS EMBARRASSING, SIXER

Ford sighs as you press another kiss to his cheek, praising him. and Bill wants to vomit.

you pull away with a fond little hum, brushing Ford’s brown hair back, and grab a napkin from the bedside table. you make quick work of wiping your hands, then Ford’s stomach, his softening cock, unbothered.

Ford watches you through half-lidded eyes, dazed.

Bill wants to throttle him.

YOU’RE PATHETIC.

“ill make you some tea, honey. you need to rest.”