#Fervent Tempo ��

[yumeyumeappleo]

i dont feel like sleeping 2nite

im gonna call this au….idk actually uhhhhh idk..i’ll look over all the shit later

[syniraqq]

i died drawing her clothes

[sc0rpies]

[asosikkun]

Delta

Perhaps there will be a lot of her here in the near future

[makiko-art-mr]

Old test drawings on canvas.

One of my favorite Honkai Impact characters, Delta. Sooner or later I will also do my beloved Bronya.

Vecchie prove su tela. Uno dei miei personaggi preferiti di Honkai Impact 😍Delta.

Prima o poi faccio anche la mia amata Bronya🤔

[erinravenseeker]

prometheus joining senti in team "we're totally support characters i swear"

[last-dropsevi]

Tribbing with Sevika//

Prompt: Shimmer-strap this hextech-strap that TRIBBING WHAT ABOUT TRIBBING (0.2k words)

Pairing: top sevika x fem reader

Masterlist

Warning: nsfw wlw (men & minors dni)

Sevika throws you down into the bed, her powerful form towering over your own. She grins maliciously, her eyes brimming with want. Sevika groans as she runs her hands possessively over your curves. Her enhanced arm whirs quietly as she grasps your hip. She positions herself firmly between your parted thighs, her movements deliberate and commanding. The heat of her core presses intimately against yours, a tantalizing friction that sends a shiver through you. Her dominance is palpable, every action calculated to leave you breathless and yearning for more. Sevika begins to grind, producing delightful friction that causes you to gasp. "That's it," she purrs. "Let me hear those pretty little moans." Sevika quickens her tempo while rapidly swaying her hips. It's an exhilarating feeling. She is so wet that you can feel it, her slickness blending with yours. As she grinds against you with fervent intensity, her Shimmer-enhanced metallic arm clamps firmly around your thighs, pulling you closer with an almost unyielding force. Sevika's breasts bounce seductively with each push."Fuck, you feel so good," Sevika moans. A gasp of delight escapes your lips as she finds the perfect spot, drawing a smug smirk from Sevika—she knows she’s uncovered your weakness. Her movements become more precise, honing in on your most sensitive spots with practiced expertise. The room fills with the mingled sounds of your pleasure and the soft, rhythmic friction of your bodies entwined.

*ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

[raekensluver]

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟶𝟼 — ғᴀᴄᴇ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ

october 11th | james potter x fem!reader

contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, face sitting, oral (f recieving), porn without plot.

word count: 900+

kinktober masterlist | main masterlist

james's thumb found your clit, rubbing it gently in a way that made you gasp against his mouth. your kisses grew sloppier, more desperate, as his touch grew firmer, the rhythm increasing in tempo with the beating of your heart. your legs fell open, giving him better access to the dampness between your thighs. james's eyes never left yours as he worked his magic, watching every twitch and tremor that played across your face.

his mouth found yours again, this time with an urgency that seemed to mirror the thunderstorm outside. your kiss was feverish, hungry, as if you were trying to consume each other whole. your tongue danced with his, mimicking the movements of his hand below. the heat between your legs was almost unbearable, a throbbing ache that grew with each stroke.

between kisses, james mumbled something that you barely caught. "what?" you breathed against his mouth, desperate to understand him.

"sit on my face," he repeated, voice muffled by your eager kisses. you paused, eyes widening at the suggestion. your heart hammered in your chest as the realization of what he was asking set in. a thrill of excitement and a hint of apprehension coiled in your stomach.

you pulled away, panting, and searched his eyes for any sign of jest. but there was only earnestness and desire, a stark contrast to the mischief you were used to seeing. "are you…are you sure?" you managed to get out, your voice quivering slightly.

james nodded fervently, his eyes never leaving yours. "positive," he murmured, his hand still working between your legs. "please, let me taste you, make you feel good."

you chewed your bottom lip, contemplating his offer. "i…i don't want to crush you," you whispered, a blush creeping up your neck.

james chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your core. "you won't," he assured, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "i'm a lot sturdier than i look."

his hand didn't stop moving as he spoke, his thumb circling your clit with expert precision. he leaned in closer, whispering, "if i die by you crushing me, i'll die the happiest man in history."

his words were a mix of playful and serious, and something about the sincerity in his tone made your resolve crumble. you bit back a smile and nodded, the anticipation making your stomach flip. james moved to the middle of the bed, his back hitting the pillow with a soft thud. he looked up at you with those intense blue eyes, a look that was both pleading and hungry.

you crawled up to him, feeling both shy and thrilled as his hands gently guided your hips over his face. your breathing grew shallow as the reality of the situation set in, his warm breath ghosting against your sensitive skin. you felt a twinge of self-consciousness but pushed it aside, focusing on the passion in james's gaze.

as you hovered above him, he leaned in and kissed the inside of your thigh, his tongue tracing a wet line up to the apex of your legs. a whimper of anticipation escaped your lips as he placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss against your center. you felt his tongue tentatively explore you, and your muscles clenched in response.

his hands held your hips steady as you slowly lowered yourself onto his face. james's mouth opened wide, welcoming you with a gentle suckle that had your eyes rolling back in your head. his tongue swirled around your clit with a newfound enthusiasm, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. your grip on the headboard tightened as you tried to maintain balance, the sensations threatening to overwhelm you.

you felt a rush of wetness as he licked you deeper, his nose nuzzling against you as he breathed in your scent. your hips began to rock of their own accord, a silent plea for more of his skilled mouth. james groaned into you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body, making it even harder to hold back the impending orgasm.

his hands slid up your thighs, reaching around to cup your ass, pulling you down harder onto his face. you couldn't believe how good it felt, his tongue working in a delicate force of pleasure that had you seeing stars. your legs started to shake, the tension in your body coiling tighter with every stroke of his tongue.

"james," you moaned, your voice a desperate whisper that filled the room. the storm outside had picked up, the sound of rain lashing against the windows a perfect backdrop to the intimate scene unfolding in the dorm. james responded by suckling harder, his tongue flicking against your clit in a rhythm that had you teetering on the edge.

suddenly, the dam broke. your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with pleasure as james lapped at your core. you threw your head back, a scream caught in your throat, your nails digging into the headboard as waves of euphoria washed over you. james didn't miss a beat, continuing to pleasure you as you rode out the intense climax.

as the tremors began to subside, you gently pulled away, your legs giving out as you slid off james's face. your skin was flushed, your chest heaving, and your eyes were glazed over with satisfaction. james looked up at you, a wicked smile playing on his lips, his cheeks smeared with your arousal. without a word, he sat up and leaned in to kiss you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting of you.

you felt a rush of affection as he kissed you, the warmth of his smile reaching all the way to your toes. when you broke apart, panting, he whispered against your lips, "that was incredible." his eyes were shining with genuine pleasure, the kind that left you feeling both vulnerable and cherished.

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[mocha-bunbun]

EATING THE COLORSBSNDNNDND

Delta

Taglist: @mocha-bunbun @creaturre @lauch-for-everyone @diah-the-demon

[senascoop]

☁︎ . , INTIMATE HORIZONS , Y.JW ! 18+

PAIRING. virgin ! jungwon × virgin ! afab reader. . SYNOPSIS. jungwon and you have been dating for years. despite your deep connection, the topic of sex has always been awkwardly avoided. both virgins and nervous about messing things up. but one night, you decide it’s time to take that step together. . GENRE. smut, virgins and clumsy-imperfect sex (sort of?), established relationship. . WARNING(S). virgins, clumsy and imperfect sex, kisses, boob play, nipple play, clit rubbing, first time, nsfw, mdni, mentions of premature release, protected sex, a little dirty talk (?), etc, lmk if i missed anything. . WORD COUNT. 2k.

The storm outside was a symphony of chaos, the heavy rain drumming a frenzied rhythm against the windowpanes, each droplet a tiny drumstick pounding out a primal beat that seemed to echo the fervent tempo of your heart.

You sat across from Jungwon, your breaths coming in soft, uneven gasps that mirrored the tumultuous weather outside. Your heart raced beneath the thin fabric of your blouse, and your chest rose and fell as your eyes drank in every inch of him.

Jungwon's hands, large and gentle, were clenched on his thighs, his knuckles turned white from the force of his grip. His eyes, dark pools of emotion, darted from your face to the curves of your body, and back again, a silent conversation passing between you.

Your fingers toyed with the fabric of your top, the pads of your fingertips tracing the delicate fabric, as if seeking the courage to reach out and touch him. You watched Jungwon's lips, full and soft, as he spoke, memorizing every word that passed between you.

"May I...?" Jungwon's voice was barely a whisper, his words laced with hesitation. His eyes met yours, a silent question hanging in the air between you. He reached out, his hand slow and deliberate, his fingers brushing against your wrist.

You nodded, your throat too tight to speak. His touch was warm, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, his thumb gently brushing against your pulse. He guided your hand to his chest, his own heartbeat a rapid drum against your palm. "I'm nervous," he confessed, his voice low.

You could feel the taut muscles beneath his shirt, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. His eyes were locked onto yours, his expression a mix of vulnerability and desire. You slid your hand upwards, your fingers tracing the line of his collarbone before wrapping around the back of his neck.

He leaned in, his eyes fluttering closed as he neared your lips. "I've wanted to do this for so long," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. Your lips met, a soft, hesitant kiss that quickly turned into something more.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You could feel his heart pounding in a steady rhythm against yours, his grip tightening as he traced your bottom lip with his tongue. His touch was electric, sending tingles down your spine that made your head spin.

You gasped as he broke the kiss, your chests rising and falling in sync. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated with desire and a hint of mischief. "Shall we continue this inside?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper as you responded, "Yes, please." Your eyes fluttered closed as his hands slid down to your waist, lifting you effortlessly from the chair. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck as he carried you towards the bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft rustling of clothes as Jungwon laid you down on the bed. He stood over you, his eyes roaming over your face before he slowly removed his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs.

You bit your lip, your eyes taking in every inch of him as he slowly crawled onto the bed. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. "May I?" His voice was soft, his eyes meeting yours for permission.

You nodded, your breath hitching in your throat as he slowly peeled your shirt off, his fingers brushing against your skin. He leaned down, his lips pressing against your collarbone, his hands sliding up your sides to unhook your bra. "You're so perfect,"

Your breasts spilled free from their confines, his hands cupping them gently, his thumbs brushing against your hardened nipples. The peaks taut and begging for his touch.

Jungwon's mouth moved lower, his lips wrapping around your right nipple while his hand teased the other. He sucked on it gently, swirling his tongue around the peak while his fingers pinched and rolled the other nipple between them.

Your back arched off the bed, your body responding to his touch instinctively. Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently and encouraging him to continue. Jungwon's free hand made its way down your torso, tracing a path over your stomach until he reached the waistband of your pants.

His touch was gentle, his fingers trembling slightly as he unbuttoned your pants and slowly slid the zipper down. He glanced up at you, his eyes seeking permission once more. You nodded, your own hands shaking as you reached for his belt, mirroring his actions.

Together, you both undressed each other, each touch tentative and filled with desire. When you were both bare, Jungwon settled between your thighs, his eyes locked onto yours. "I...I've never done this before," he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. "I want you so much."

Jungwon threw the last piece of cloth off, his cock sprang free from his boxers, the mushroom tip already glistening with precum. He quickly tore open a condom wrapper, rolling it down his shaft with practiced ease.

But as soon as he attempted to enter you, the condom burst, slick with his premature release. Jungwon let out a frustrated groan, discarding the ruined condom aside and reaching for another one. You couldn't help but giggle softly at the sight, finding his flustered state utterly adorable.

Jungwon leaned forward, his eyes locked on yours as he positioned himself between your legs. He reached down, running the mushroom tip of his leaking cock against your wetness, smearing the precum around your pussy lips and slicking himself up.

"You're so wet," he breathed, his voice husky with desire. "Is that all for me?" He asked, his fingers spreading your folds apart to reveal your swollen, needy flesh. He ran his thumb over your entrance, pressing it inside you as he slowly pumped it in and out.

"Y-Yes, all for you," you stammered, your face flushing with embarrassment. Jungwon's touch was clumsy, his inexperience evident as he tried to prepare you for him. He pushed another finger inside, scissoring them to stretch you wider.

"It-It's not enough," he muttered, more to himself than to you. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking your nectar off of them. Your eyes widened at the gesture, your heart pounding in your chest. "Tastes like you,"

Jungwon positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance once more, his hand shaking slightly as he tried to align himself. He pushed forward, his thick head bumping against your tight ring of muscles. "Fuck, you're so small,"

"I-I know," you replied, biting your lower lip as you stared up at him. "It's my first time after all," you whispered, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

Jungwon groaned, his face contorting in concentration as he tried to force his way inside. He pushed, and pushed, his cockhead stretching your delicate hymen to its breaking point. Finally, with a sharp pop, he broke through, the head of his dick sinking into your tight, virgin pussy.

"Oh god, it's so tight," he hissed, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with uncertainty. "Is it hurting you?" He asked softly, his voice barely a whisper. You nodded, but wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Jungwon's breath hitched as he was pulled closer, his cock sinking deeper into your tight heat. He could feel your walls stretching to accommodate him, the pressure incredible. He looked down at where you two were connected, his dick disappearing into your tiny pussy. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight,"

He began to move slowly, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward again. His rhythm was uncoordinated, his movements clumsy as he struggled to find a comfortable pace. But with each thrust, he became bolder, his hips snapping forward harder, burying himself to the hilt inside of you.

You moaned, your back arching as his cock struck every sensitive spot inside of you. His hands moved to cup your breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he fucked you. Your walls began to clench around him, tighter with each passing moment as pleasure rolled through your body.

Jungwon leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a deep, passionate kiss. His fingers left your breasts and slid down your body, slipping between your slick folds to find your swollen clit. He began to rub the sensitive nub gently as he continued to fuck you slowly.

You broke the kiss, panting heavily. "I love you so much," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. Jungwon's heart swelled in his chest, his love for you overwhelming him.

"And I love you too," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. He began to rub your clit faster, feeling the walls of your pussy contract around his cock in response. Jungwon knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with the way you were responding to his touch.

You reached up, tangling your fingers in Jungwon's hair as he rubbed your clit and fucked you. "Don't stop," you begged, your hips bucking against him desperately. Jungwon kissed you again, his lips moving against yours as he rubbed your clit with one hand and fucked you with the other.

The pressure inside you grew unbearable, your body tensing as you climbed closer and closer to the edge. "Jungwon..." you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper. He nodded, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he increased the pressure on your swollen nub.

Your world narrowed down to the feeling of Jungwon's fingers on your clit and his cock buried inside you. The pressure became too much, and you came suddenly, your pussy spasming around his dick as you cried out in ecstasy.

Jungwon groaned against your neck, his own control snapping. He thrust into you twice more before burying himself to the hilt and coming inside you, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He slumped against you, his weight a comforting pressure on your body.

Jungwon lifted his head, looking into your eyes with a soft smile. He gently pulled out of you, both of you wincing at the sudden separation. He quickly disposed of the condom in the nearby trash can, returning to your side almost immediately.

You blushed, suddenly shy as you pulled the blankets over your naked body. Jungwon chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Why so shy now?" He asked gently, his fingers entwining with yours beneath the blankets. "We just...you know...like that."

You hid your face in his chest, mumbling, "I know, but...it's different now. I'm not a virgin anymore. And you're...you're looking at me like you want to do it again." Jungwon laughed, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

"That's because I do," he admitted, his voice muffled against your hair. "But for now, let's just cuddle, okay?" He settled you against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. "We have the rest of our lives to keep making love, after all."

You snuggled closer, your arms wrapping around him tightly. "I love you," you murmured contentedly. Jungwon tightened his grip on you, his love for you overflowing. "And I love you too," he replied, his voice filled with emotion.

He began to stroke your hair gently, his fingers running through the soft strands as you lay contentedly in his arms. Outside, the rain continued to pour, the sound a soothing lullaby that matched the rhythm of your breathing.

As you drifted off to sleep, nestled in Jungwon's arms, you knew that this was where you belonged. With him. Always. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the storm outside, not the past, only the two of you and the love that bound you together.

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[hoernypie]

Boo! You whore

God knows why you agreed to visit the abandoned house with your friends, but what made you agree to play with the Ouija board? But all of that should worry you less considering the weird things that happened during summoning ghosts. You were now alone in the house - trapped inside after your friends rushed outside leaving you alone and despite trying everything you couldn't get out.

While exploring the house you felt a coldness surrounding you when you entered the master bedroom. You slowly walked to the window to see your last friend flee in their car before jumping when the door slammed. You slowly turned away feeling afraid, breathing the air out feeling relief that it was probably the draft.

On wobbly legs, you walked to the door trying to open it, but nothing budged. You shake the doorknob while panic again rises - now not only you're stuck in an abandoned house but also in the master bedroom on the second floor. Your vision gets blurred because of the tears filling your eyes when you feel someone embracing you, a cold gust of wind on your neck, but when you look down there isn't anyone standing behind you. You scream and bang the door, nearly ripping the doorknob off the door as someone's hands make their way under your skirt, "Shhh... Calm down, my dearest... You wanted to meet with me, right? Calling me and bringing from the other side. Did you miss me that badly...?" the voice echoes in your ears.

You shout when an invisible force drags you onto the bed, the cold feeling on your ankles, moving higher on your legs - almost felt like kisses. "My love, why are your clothes like that? You look like a courtesan," you prep yourself with your elbows just to see nothing, did you finally start getting crazy or was it some weird prank of your friends? Your breath turns shallow when the ethereal hands slide to the clasp of your skirt, watching in awe how the fabric slid off you, pooling on the floor. The rest of your clothes follow the skirt, landing on the floor, leaving you naked on the old bed. Your brain screamed to try to run away but your body wanted to stay, manifesting it with tingling between your legs as his touch grew bolder, his spectral hands caressing your breasts and sliding down to your stomach, leaving a trail of coolness that made your skin tingle.

You could feel his hands gripping your inner thighs, despite the lack of his presence, as he gently parted your legs apart. The sensation of the cold tongue on your sensitive flesh made your eyes roll back as you arched back, mewling out in pleasure. His movement grew more urgent, his tongue darting and flicking with a finesse that had your body trembling with need. Each pass over your clit sent you closer to the edge, pushing you to climax. Your fingers curled into the bedsheets, hips bucking involuntarily as his mouth worked its magic, bringing you closer and closer to a release. "My dear, you taste as sweet as the day they parted us away," he murmured while your mind started turning into a mushy mess.

The ghost's relentless work sent you spiraling over the edge, your body shaking as for the first time you'd experienced overwhelming pleasure. As you lay down, panting while your heart raced, you felt his weight shift, his body aligning with yours. He slid into you, the sensation making you completely overstimulated as his presence melded with yours.

The air grew thicker as the ghost claimed you fully, thrusting deep and slow, his every movement resonating through your soul. As your moans grew louder, he increased his tempo, his strokes becoming more fervent. As your breathing turned more and more shallow he leaned down, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, his voice haunting your mind. "In the endless cycle of existence, our paths cross time and again, defying fate. Our souls yearn for each other, drawn together across the ages, unable to resist the pull of our shared destiny," he said into your ear as you came undone. As you lay there, your body was quivering while the cold arms held you tightly wrapped. An odd but weirdly familiar feeling, almost as comforting as the embrace of a living lover, and you knew that nothing would be the same after that night.

Not long after that you're visits in this house became you're routine every night, trying to learn more about the ghost.

[anantaru]

cw. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ quick diluc freestyle that suddenly came to my mind, i was watching barbie in the twelve dancing princesses as i wrote this, <3 fem! reader

diluc had a love for foreplay that stems from equal amounts of both concern and sweet desire— of course, he loves tasting you, how each flick of his tongue was resounding louder and louder in his ears as you begin to notice the small stretch of his fingers seeking entrance as well.

to him, it was honestly normal to take ones time when making love, and it excites and makes you a little embarrassed whenever he mentions it so bluntly— that there was nothing in this world that could even scratch on how much he loved spending hours on what made you feel good, on what would make your toes curl and fervently squish his head in between your thighs.

you might be wondering what the concern was diluc would cleave to, for that, it was simply that he wanted to make sure you're properly prepared before he slides his cock into you. it's above average, and diluc was aware of that— in fact, he chuckles whenever you'd wiggle your hips into his bulge and called him too big for you.

he also found pleasure in watching you melt under his tender, yet so deliriously intense ministrations as he penetrates you— wanting your thighs to shake around his hips so he could hold on to them, caress them, his tousled bangs sticking on his forehead whenever he kisses from your knee to your upper thigh, never breaking eye contact.

diluc takes you in his arms afterwards, runs his slender fingers down to pull you into his hips before moving forward— ugh, your precious face makes him smile again, you're utterly intoxicating whenever you bite down on your cheeks all nervous but needy, looking at him so sweetly and barely awaiting him to pleasure you.

nevertheless, then comes later and your eyes roll into the back of your skull as diluc grinds the hefty weight of his erection against your plump folds— immediately you get that feeling again, an inkling, one that tells you that he doing this on purpose.

"oh, darling," how he taunts you, "you feel good already?" how he leaves you on edge and completely overwhelmes you before limiting the tempo on his hips again.

but the sounds you'd make were just so beautiful, so cute, so sweet and to die for.

you're a lot more reactive when he gifts you all the attention in this world— making the entire scene a lot more passionate when he gives your thighs little squeezes each time he thrusts into you.

it's all about taking time to diluc ragnvindr, time and a sharp pair of eyes, bringing forth the most out of you was all he had in mind— it practically set his entire body on fire watching you enjoy yourself, it sends the veins in his blood surging all the way to his cock.

until he finds you've had enough of this, then master diluc will spear you open in no time, fill you up in a way that was beyond someone's imagination with fast, deep thrusts of his raw, throbbing cock seeking the precious warmth of your walls.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

[sc0rpies]

[fanbasetwo]

✦ INTIMATE HORIZONS ┊ GUNWOOK

001. PAIRING , virgin ! gunwook × virgin ! afab reader

002. SYNOPSIS , gunwook and you have been dating for years. despite your deep connection, the topic of sex has always been awkwardly avoided. both virgins and nervous about messing things up. but one night, you decide it’s time to take that step together.

003. WARNING(S) , virgins, clumsy and imperfect sex, kisses, boob play, nipple play, clit rubbing, first time, NSFW, MDNI, mentions of premature release, protected sex, a little dirty talk (?), etc, lmk if i missed anything.

004. WORD COUNT , 2k

♫︎ REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED

The storm outside was a symphony of chaos, the heavy rain drumming a frenzied rhythm against the windowpanes, each droplet a tiny drumstick pounding out a primal beat that seemed to echo the fervent tempo of your heart.

You sat across from Gunwook, your breaths coming in soft, uneven gasps that mirrored the tumultuous weather outside. Your heart raced beneath the thin fabric of your blouse, and your chest rose and fell as your eyes drank in every inch of him.

Gunwook's hands, large and gentle, were clenched on his thighs, his knuckles turned white from the force of his grip. His eyes, dark pools of emotion, darted from your face to the curves of your body, and back again, a silent conversation passing between you.

Your fingers toyed with the fabric of your top, the pads of your fingertips tracing the delicate fabric, as if seeking the courage to reach out and touch him. You watched Gunwook's lips, full and soft, as he spoke, memorizing every word that passed between you.

“May I...?” Gunwook's voice was barely a whisper, his words laced with hesitation His eyes met yours.

You nodded, your throat too tight to speak. His touch was warm, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, his thumb gently brushing against your pulse. He guided your hand to his chest, his own heartbeat a rapid drum against your palm. “I’m nervous,” he confessed, his voice low.

You could feel the taut muscles beneath his shirt, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. His eyes were locked onto yours, his expression a mix of vulnerability and desire. You slid your hand upwards, your fingers tracing the line of his collarbone before wrapping around the back of his neck.

He leaned in, his eyes fluttering closed as he neared your lips. “I've wanted to do this for so long,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. Your lips met, a soft, hesitant kiss that quickly turned into something more.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You could feel his heart pounding in a steady rhythm against yours, his grip tightening as he traced your bottom lip with his tongue. His touch was electric, sending tingles down your spine that made your head spin.

You gasped as he broke the kiss, your chests rising and falling in sync. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated with desire and a hint of mischief. “Shall we continue this inside?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper as you responded, “Yes, please.” Your eyes fluttered closed as his hands slid down to your waist, lifting you effortlessly from the chair. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck as he carried you towards the bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft rustling of clothes as Gunwook laid you down on the bed. He stood over you, his eyes roaming over your face before he slowly removed his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs.

You bit your lip, your eyes taking in every inch of him as he slowly crawled onto the bed. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. “May I?” His voice was soft, his eyes meeting yours for permission.

You nodded, your breath hitching in your throat as he slowly peeled your shirt off, his fingers brushing against your skin. He leaned down, his lips pressing against your collarbone, his hands sliding up your sides to unhook your bra. “You're so perfect,”

Your breasts spilled free from their confines, his hands cupping them gently, his thumbs brushing against your hardened nipples. The peaks taut and begging for his touch.

Gunwook's mouth moved lower, his lips wrapping around your right nipple while his hand teased the other. He sucked on it gently, swirling his tongue around the peak while his fingers pinched and rolled the other nipple between them.

Your back arched off the bed, your body responding to his touch instinctively. Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently and encouraging him to continue. Gunwook’s free hand made its way down your torso, tracing a path over your stomach until he reached the waistband of your pants.

His touch was gentle, his fingers trembling slightly as he unbuttoned your pants and slowly slid the zipper down. He glanced up at you, his eyes seeking permission once more. You nodded, your own hands shaking as you reached for his belt, mirroring his actions.

Together, you both undressed each other, each touch tentative and filled with desire. When you were both bare, Gunwook settled between your thighs, his eyes locked onto yours. “I...I've never done this before,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. “I want you so much.”

Gunwook threw the last piece of cloth off, his cock sprang free from his boxers, the mushroom tip already glistening with precum. He quickly tore open a condom wrapper, rolling it down his shaft with practiced ease.

But as soon as he attempted to enter you, the condom burst, slick with his premature release. Gunwook let out a frustrated groan, discarding the ruined condom aside and reaching for another one. You couldn't help but giggle softly at the sight, finding his flustered state utterly adorable.

Gunwook leaned forward, his eyes locked on yours as he positioned himself between your legs. He reached down, running the mushroom tip of his leaking cock against your wetness, smearing the precum around your pussy lips and slicking himself up.

“You're so wet,” he breathed, his voice husky with desire. “Is that all for me?” He asked, his fingers spreading your folds apart to reveal your swollen, needy flesh. He ran his thumb over your entrance, pressing it inside you as he slowly pumped it in and out.

“Y-Yes, all for you,” you stammered, your face flushing with embarrassment. Gunwook’s touch was clumsy, his inexperience evident as he tried to prepare you for him. He pushed another finger inside, scissoring them to stretch you wider.

“It-It's not enough,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking your nectar off of them. Your eyes widened at the gesture, your heart pounding in your chest. “Tastes like you,”

Gunwook positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance once more, his hand shaking slightly as he tried to align himself. He pushed forward, his thick head bumping against your tight ring of muscles. “Fuck, you're so small,”

“I-I know,” you replied, biting your lower lip as you stared up at him. “It's my first time after all,” you whispered, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

Gunwook groaned, his face contorting in concentration as he tried to force his way inside. He pushed, and pushed, his cockhead stretching your delicate hymen to its breaking point. Finally, with a sharp pop, he broke through, the head of his dick sinking into your tight, virgin pussy.

“Oh god, it's so tight,” he hissed, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “Is it hurting you?” He asked softly, his voice barely a whisper. You nodded, but wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Gunwook's breath hitched as he was pulled closer, his cock sinking deeper into your tight heat. He could feel your walls stretching to accommodate him, the pressure incredible. He looked down at where you two were connected, his dick disappearing into your tiny pussy. “Fuck, you're so fucking tight,”

He began to move slowly, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward again. His rhythm was uncoordinated, his movements clumsy as he struggled to find a comfortable pace. But with each thrust, he became bolder, his hips snapping forward harder, burying himself to the hilt inside of you.

You moaned, your back arching as his cock struck every sensitive spot inside of you. His hands moved to cup your breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he fucked you. Your walls began to clench around him, tighter with each passing moment as pleasure rolled through your body.

Gunwook leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a deep, passionate kiss. His fingers left your breasts and slid down your body, slipping between your slick folds to find your swollen clit. He began to rub the sensitive nub gently as he continued to fuck you slowly.

You broke the kiss, panting heavily. “I love you so much,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. Gunwook's heart swelled in his chest, his love for you overwhelming him.

“And I love you too,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. He began to rub your clit faster, feeling the walls of your pussy contract around his cock in response. Gunwook knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with the way you were responding to his touch.

You reached up, tangling your fingers in Gunwook's hair as he rubbed your clit and fucked you. “Don't stop,” you begged, your hips bucking against him desperately. Gunwook kissed you again, his lips moving against yours as he rubbed your clit with one hand and fucked you with the other.

The pressure inside you grew unbearable, your body tensing as you climbed closer and closer to the edge. “Gunwook...” you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper. He nodded, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he increased the pressure on your swollen nub.

Your world narrowed down to the feeling of Gunwook's fingers on your clit and his cock buried inside you. The pressure became too much, and you came suddenly, your pussy spasming around his dick as you cried out in ecstasy.

Gunwook groaned against your neck, his own control snapping. He thrust into you twice more before burying himself to the hilt and coming inside you, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He slumped against you, his weight a comforting pressure on your body.

Gunwook lifted his head, looking into your eyes He quickly disposed of the condom in the nearby trash can, returning to your side almost immediately.

You blushed, suddenly shy as you pulled the blankets over your naked body. Gunwook chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Why so shy now?” He asked gently, his fingers entwining with yours beneath the blankets. “We just...you know...like that.”

You hid your face in his chest, mumbling, “I know, but...it's different now. I'm not a virgin anymore. And you're...you're looking at me like you want to do it again.” Gunwook laughed, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

“That's because I do,” he admitted, his voice muffled against your hair. “But for now, let's just cuddle, okay?” He settled you against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. “We have the rest of our lives to keep making love, after all.”

You snuggled closer, your arms wrapping around him tightly. “I love you,” you murmured contentedly. Gunwook tightened his grip on you, his love for you overflowing. “And I love you too,” he replied, his voice filled with emotion.

He began to stroke your hair gently, his fingers running through the soft strands as you lay contentedly in his arms. Outside, the rain continued to pour, the sound a soothing lullaby that matched the rhythm of your breathing.

As you drifted off to sleep, nestled in Gunwook's arms, you knew that this was where you belonged. With him. Always. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the storm outside, not the past, only the two of you and the love that bound you together.

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⌜ 𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑺𝑶𝑺: enzo!namoradinho, slice of life, um bocadito só de espanhol, size kink, a leitora é br e um pouco menor que o enzo (meninas altas maravilhosas me perdoem pfv), ciúmes, oral fem, fingering, dumbification, dirty talk, sexo sem proteção [não faça!]. ˚☽˚.⋆ ⌝

꒰ 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑨 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑨 ꒱ mais um para todas as cadelinhas desse uruguaio aleatório pelo qual a gente se apaixonou perdidamente. come o brasil lindo.

𓍢ִ໋🀦 ENQUANTO ELE SALPICA O FRASCO DE TEMPERO NA PANELA FERVENTE, VOCÊ TERMINA DE CORTAR A CEBOLA VERDE SOBRE A TÁBUA DE PLÁSTICO ─────

Enzo mexe o conteúdo com a colher de madeira, segura com a outra mão no cabo levemente aquecido e pende a cabeça pro canto, feito ponderasse sobre o procedimento. Por fim, estala a língua e te oferece um olhar. Será que já tá bom, não?

Você desliza o dedo pela lâmina de aço, limpando antes de pegar mais montinho com três folhas da cebola.

— Não — diz —, ainda falta colocar as cebolinhas. E ainda nem piquei o pimentão.

— É que tá borbulhando muito.

— É pra ferver mesmo, Enzo.

— Mas tá demorando, eu tô com fome.

Você até deixa de picar o tempero, direcionando ao namorado um olhar sem graça, sério. E o vê abrindo um sorriso, esticando os lábios devagarzinho, quase que em câmera lenta. Sai, Enzo, resmunga, irritadiça, largando a faca pra tomar da mão dele a colher de pau.

Mexe a panela, de frente para o fogão, no lugar em que ele estava. A mão livre vai parar na cintura, cheia de marra. Aspira o cheirinho da iguaria que fabricam, o estômago até ronca. Era pra ser só mais um jantar normal em casa, porém queria comer algo diferente, e o uruguaio ficou todo animado para abrir o Google no celular e pesquisar uma receita que nunca tinham provado antes.

— Vai botar uma camisa — você manda, sem mesmo encará-lo.

Ele recosta na pia, logo atrás de ti. Corre os dedos pelos fios negros ainda úmidos por ter saído do banho direto para a cozinha e te ajudar no que orientasse.

— Por quê? — devolve, cruzando os braços. N��o pode ver, porque está de costas, mas o sorrisinho ladino na face do homem combina muito bem com a canalhice que murmura ao pé do seu ouvido, inclinando-se pra frente. — Tá te distraindo, nena?

Você sacode os ombros, de cara feia. Ih, menino, expressa de uma maneira tão brasileira, com sotaque e tudo, que o faz rir. O seu mau humor aparente, entretanto, não é motivo para que ele possa cessar com a implicância. Empenhado numa missão de te tirar do sério, pelo que parece, fica parado bem atrás de ti, as mãos escondidas na bermuda de moletom. Dá pra sentir a virilha masculina recostando na sua bunda de leve, a respiração quente sendo soprada na sua pele. E só de ter consciência de que o corpo dele sobressai o seu, já se encontra inquieta.

— O que você quer, hein? — solta, sem se virar. — Vai picar o pimentão.

Ele nada responde. De canto de olho, você nota o rosto alheio se aproximando; o olhar fixado em ti, o pescoço tombado. Não sabe exatamente qual é o propósito dele ao te encher o saco dessa forma, porém não pode negar pra si mesma que o frio na barriga que sente só com essa interação é um reforço do quanto é rendida por ele. Ao mesmo tempo que quer ser dura, quer também que ele prossiga te amolando.

E Enzo tem o melhor jeito de te amolar, não é? Agora, por exemplo, a escolha é tascar um beijo no seu pescoço sem aviso prévio, enquanto os dedos afundam nos cabelos da sua nuca de uma forma tão intensa que você por pouco não derrete. Enzo!, repreende, num sobressalto. O dá um empurrãozinho com o ombro, mas é detida pela força do maior, que rodeia a sua cintura com as mãos e recosta o nariz na lateral da sua face.

— Tão bonita nervosinha. Mandona — te fala, entre sussurros. — Toda brasileira é assim?

— Só quando namoram uruguaios insuportáveis de chato. — Espalma a mão no peito dele para afastá-lo, sem falhar miseravelmente dessa vez. — Pica o pimentão, anda.

Ele bate continência, sí, señora, submetendo-se a sua ordem. Você desvia o olhar, não quer deixá-lo ver o sorrisinho que cresce nos seus lábios ao ouvir tal frase. Parece que, às vezes, esse pilantra faz algumas coisas por pura maldade. Você manda, e eu obedeço, bella, e quando ele completa com o elogio, nossa, o seu coração por um triz não erra as batidas.

Não pretende dar muita atenção, Enzo é assim; quanto mais você der corda, mais ele vai fazer. Por breves minutos, a cozinha fica em paz, somente o borbulhar do caldo e o estalo da lâmina na tábua reverberam. Você o supervisiona, silenciosa, os olhos atentos observando o corte do pimentão. Mas a calmaria se esvai assim que ele se aproxima de ti novamente, enganando como quem só vem para te entregar mais ingredientes. Apenas tem tempo de derrubar o legume picadinho na panela, porque os braços dele te envolvem e tiram do chão.

Filho da mãe, xinga umas duas ou três vezes seguidas, até quando é colocada de volta no chão. Mais uma vez, quer manter a postura, entrega a tábua de plástico para ele de novo, e volta a atenção pra comida no fogo. Pinga um bocadinho do caldo na palma da mão, para experimentar. Mais um pouquinho de sal, talvez...

— Enzo! — Não consegue nem esticar a mão para pegar o saleiro na prateleira ao lado, a mordida que recebe no espacinho por trás da orelha te faz encolher, na ponta do pés. E não só isso, não, é claro que ele não se dá por satisfeito só com isso. O olhar afiado na sua direção, mordendo o lábio feito um moleque que vem aprontar mais uma.

Afunda o rosto na curva do seu pescoço, de olhinhos fechados e tudo. Rodeia com os braços, esfrega o nariz pela sua pele, os dentes mordiscam na cartilagem da orelha, capturam o lóbulo. O chamego te faz arrepiar, principalmente quando ele afasta os seus cabelos para se colocar por trás de ti outra vez e beijar a sua nuca.

— Para de me atazanar — manha, mesmo gostando do carinho que recebe. — Deixa eu terminar isso aqui, que ainda vou levar um pouco pra Dona Lucía. — Tenta se apartar dos braços dele.

— Quê? Quem?

— Que mora aqui na rua. O filho dela gostou da minha comida. — Nem precisa mais se dar ao trabalho de soltar-se sozinha, ele mesmo toca a sua cintura para virar as tuas costas contra o fogão, o encarando por fim.

— Como assim? Que filho? Qual o contexto disso? — as perguntas vem uma depois da outra, apressadas. O sorriso travesso que também se mostrava na face masculina agora dá lugar a uma expressão mais contida.

— Nada. Eu levei um pedaço daquele bolo que eu fiz semana passada, aí ela disse que ele gostou.

— Hm, então agora você tá alimentando o filho da vizinha?

— Tsc, que alimentando o filha da vizinha, cara... — Cobre o rosto dele com a palma da sua mão, empurra de levinho. E ele responde, óbvio, o ciúmes repentino devora os bons modos, pois pega nos seus cabelos pela nuca, envergando o seu pescoço pra dar espaço pra boca dele poder mordiscar e chupar a pele o quanto quiser. — Meu deus, ‘cê tá insuportável hoje...

A voz rouca ecoa manhosa, arrastada, ao pé do seu ouvido. Tô com fome, nena.

— Se ajudasse mais e atrapalhasse menos, talvez já estivesse comendo — retruca, durona.

Enzo segura nos cantos do seu rosto.

— Não, ‘cê não entendeu... — diz. Olha nos seus olhos. — Tô com fome, nena.

Você sorri, boba. Evita até devolver o contato visual, porque começa a sentir o rosto mais quente, as pernas bambeando. Tanta amolação, deveria saber que ele queria alguma coisa.

— Entendeu agora, hm? — Ele tomba a cabeça, o olhar paquerando os seus lábios entreabertos. — Ou eu preciso dizer mais alguma coisa? Falar mais bonitinho.

— A panela tá no fogo.

E ele roda o botão, desligando o fogo. Simples.

— Algo mais? — te pergunta. — E não se preocupa com o ʽfilho da vizinhaʼ, eu mesmo vou lá mais tarde levar.

Você ri, a entonação dele ao se referir ao desconhecido parece cômica, embora você tenha plena certeza que cutucou o urso com a vara curta.

— Vai, é? — replica, de bom humor.

— Uhum. — Encosta a ponta do nariz na sua.

— Você é muito bobo, sabia?

— Uhum. — Te dá um selinho, uhum, e depois outro, mesclando entre o seu riso, até que toma a sua boca para si. Os lábios estalam, em belo encaixe, a língua ardente empurra a sua.

Os seus dedos se entrelaçam entre os cabelos dele, apertam os fios na palma da mão, enquanto sente as mãos alheias, por sua vez, firmes na sua cintura, de modo que até te separa do fogão para manter o mais colada possível no corpo masculino. Não solta as mechas espessas nem mesmo quando o assiste descendo os beijos pelo seu corpo abaixo. No decote da blusa do seu pijama, por cima do tecido, na pele do seu ventre quando puxa o seu short.

Os beijinhos pela virilha transformam-se em chupões, regiões que ficam marcadas de saliva quente e depois fazem arrepiar quando a temperatura amena da noite bate. Com o toque das mãos nas suas coxas, o homem te leva a separar um pouco as pernas, mas não perde o rosto no meio delas sem antes erguer o olhar para ti, exibir aquele sorrisinho que te faz querer resmungar um seu puto, por tão bobinha de tesão que te deixa.

Ainda ganha uma mordidinha no joelho, seguida por um beijo tão docinho que você afaga os cabelos grandes, num suspiro. O carinho se expande do jeito que você imaginava, a boca do uruguaio dominando, agora, o seu íntimo. A língua perpassando por aqui e ali, fazendo uma bagunça molhada entre as dobrinhas. Sugando o mel do prazer que escorre a cada carícia.

Pega a sua perna para apoiá-la sobre o ombro dele, conseguir um ângulo em que possa te oferecer mais, devorar melhor. Você se segura na bordas do fogão, a coluna vergando pra frente, lutando contra a vontade de fechar as pernas por tamanha queimação deliciosa que sente tomando conta da boca do estômago. Arfa, ofegando.

Enzo usa o indicador e o médio para expor o seu pontinho inchado, sensível. É canalha quando abusa do nariz grande pra roçá-lo por ali, devasso, te colocar na ponta do pé como resposta ao estímulo. Não vai aguentar, sabe que não vai conseguir resistir por muito tempo. E quanto mais você pensa na sensação, mais ela te domina, te vence. Quer avisar que vai deixar-se levar, porém te falta fôlego. As perninhas tremem, o gemido manhosinho ecoa em meio à busca por oxigênio, o peito apertado, doído.

O uruguaio, no entanto, aproveita o seu êxtase para sugar mais uma vez, beber do corpo no qual vai se enfiar na primeira oportunidade que tiver. Ao levantar-se do chão, os lábios estão meladinhos, brilhando sob a lâmpada da cozinha. Mesmo sabendo do quão frágil você está agora, não pode se afastar nem por um segundo, mantém uma das mãos entre as suas pernas. O dedo médio escorregando do seu clitóris abusadinho até se colocar pra dentro, mal cabendo de tanto que você contrai, apetecida.

— Ali — apesar do desejo fazê-lo pulsar, na ânsia de te ter, é calmo ao orientar, com um aceno da cabeça na direção da bancada. E ele mesmo te guia até lá. Nota a sua expressão de perdida, respirando pesado, tão bambinha e tola que o homem sorri, o ego elevado por ter te causado tamanho estrago. — Mira, cariño — segura nos cantos do seu rosto para tentar fisgar a sua atenção. A voz soa tranquila, as palavras saem devagarzinho, pra combinar com o seu estado bobinho —, vira pra mim, hm? Quero ficar dentro de você agora, vira, okay? — Mas você não responde, embora compreenda o significado do que ouve, ainda muito dispersa pelo orgasmo recente. Enzo sorri de novo, divertindo-se. Beija o seu queixo. Ah, tão lindinha, nena...

Te coloca de costas pra ele. Sopra ao pé do seu ouvido que precisa que você se curve um pouquinho, só que ele faz por ti. Enquanto se livra das próprias roupas, não impede os lábios de beijarem pelo seu ombro. Ou, depois, as mãos de deslizarem pelos lados do seu corpo, afetuoso, até que venha a se alinhar pra se pôr dentro.

O ritmo é lento, sensual. Não há pressa alguma, porque sabe que você é dele, que pode te ter hoje, amanhã e em qualquer outro momento. Praticamente te abraça por trás, de olhos fechados, a sua pele queima contra a dele. O rosto deita na curva do seu pescoço, a mão subindo por baixo da blusa de pijama para segurar no seu seio.

Se entrega nas mãos dele até que o sinta te inundar com todo o sentimento que acumulou tão lentamente. O seu interior fica mais quente, lateja. Mas ele não te abandona, não se retira de ti nem quando finaliza por inteiro.

Você escuta a respiração pertinho do seu ouvido, um ranger rouco da voz embebedada pelo ápice. É abraçada com mais força, mais carinho. Te quiero, reina, e estala um beijo na sua bochecha. Muchísimo. Hasta la luna y más alla. Te amo.