#I KNOW my veins kinda suck but do what you need to do babygirl

[schrodingersvibecheck]

anyone wanna cut my liver out for funsies?

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

I have a request for a smut for Mitch Rapp and a fem!reader: basically enemies to lovers. They (think they) hate each other but in reality they just REALLY wanna shag each other (Stan kinda suspects it). The seggssual tension between them grew to the point where neither can take it anymore and they shag! That's it for the plot. Feel free to make it the filthiest piece of filth that has ever seen the filth of day. They can punch the other, kick the other, pull the others hair! I am a okay with either of them getting staped. Biting and scratching are on the table. They can use fire... I hope you can turn this to a smut for me. I really enjoy reading your smuts!

also:

pairing: mitch rapp x fem!reader

warnings: smut → seggsual tension that can be cut with a knife, oral (male receiving), degrading kink, rough penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it).

word count: 1.4k

a/n: ahh omg i love the b9-9 reference!!

+ i've added this other request here too bc they had the same vibe to it - hope that's okay anon!

++ also [y/l/n] means your last name (but i think we've all read fanfics long enough to know that lmao)

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taking in Mitch’s attire for the first time that night, it was apparent to you that Mitch was quite the attractive man.

But Mitch rapp was anything but attractive. He was repulsive. Rude. Had nearly gotten you killed so many times on a mission due to his inability to stick to plans, especially if they were made by you.

His tie hangs lose around the white collared button down shirt. His blazer thrown onto the couch that he planned to sleep on. Stan suggested that you share a room, never knowing nor predicting when the bad guys could attack. It was better, and safer, for the two of you to stay together.

Slipping the tie from around his neck, he throws it to wear his blazer lays, his eyes darting up to you. You, sitting cross-legged on the bed, quickly averted eye contact. You hear a slight huff of amusement coming from him, which only makes you roll your eyes. God, what you would do to share a room with literally anyone but him.

Your pj shirt hung low on your chest - almost a little bit too low. Mitch, for only a second, glances at your cleavage. His mind wanders into places he’s never really though that hard about before. He wanders what it would be like to suck those perfect tits of yours. If it wasn’t for the tv, he would’ve made an awkward coughing sound to release some of the built up tension in the room. You can feel the tension too. Building and building. The room getting hotter with each breath you took. You stand from the bed, going over to the small tea station to turn on the kettle.

“Want some tea?” You ask, not daring to look at him. For some unknown reason, you’re afraid to.

“sit.” He demands, his eyes glaring into you with such intensity. You return the glare, clenching your jaw as he nods to the bed.

“Why?”

“We need to talk about what happened today-"

“We have nothing to talk about. You did your usual shit and I did mine.”

“Don’t speak to me like that.”

“Like what? At least I’m not the one trying to get us all killed,” you spat, folding your arms over your chest. Mitch stalks over to you, his eyes dark with lust.

“Say that again. I dare you,” his voice is so low, you’re not sure if it scares you or turns you on.

“You always try to get us killed. That’s why your plans never work." you try so hard not to falter your voice, but he’s making it so difficult when he’s standing in front of you, with such a dominant demeanour, you thought you might as well submit to him now. He knocks your legs apart with his knee.

“Same could be said about you. Just remember that,” he growls in your ear. Without thinking, you grab him by the collar and thrash him down on the bed beside you. You stable him, pinning his wrists beside his head.

“Now, miss feisty. Might want to save your energy for tomorrow,” he chuckles, not even the least surprised that you’ve just done that.

“Don’t patronise me, rapp. You’re lucky I don’t just kill you now,” you purr in his ear, feeling his hips knock against yours. The feeling of his hardening cock poking at your thigh is something you’d never thought you’d ever get to experience with him.

Mitch flips you over, you know the grip on your wrist is going to bruise. "don't forget that i'm just as capable, darling."

roughly, he pushes off you, unzipping the pants of his suit. His jaw clenched, skin so hot and heated you can see the veins protruding through his hands.

"suck." he demands through gritted teeth. Your jaw drops as you just stare at him. he couldn't be serious? His eyebrows raise in anticipation - the same look he gives our targets when they try and plead their case to let them live.

You sigh, pushing yourself off the bed and onto the floor. Your hand pumps his cock up and down slowly, wanting to test the waters a little bit - or so you told yourself.

"[y/n], dont." he spits out, roughly gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Without needing to be told twice, you take him in your mouth, gagging as he thrusts into your mouth. he couldn't even for a second let you be in control. typical man.

You bob your head faster, moaning around him at the tight grip he still has in your hair.

"you like when im rough with you, huh? you dirty little slut." His jaw clenches as you clasp your hand around his wrist. "get up."

you do as you're told, and stand on your feet. Roughly and hasty, he practically rips your pjs off before pushing you on the bed.

"don't make me get the tie, [y/l/n]," he smirks as he hovers over you. You gulp and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a rough kiss. He may be on top, but you can still be in charge.

HIs hand snakes down between your bodies, teasing and toying at your clit. He pinches it gently, clenching his jaw to restrain a dark laugh as you breathe heavily against him, not wanting to make a sound. you were not about to give him that satisfaction.

his calloused fingertips circle heavenly around your clit. He wants you to at least let out one moan, and he was going to make you do it - whatever it takes.

He leans back, eyes burning into your soul as he watches you. You bite your tongue from within your mouth, restraining every ounce of your body to not contort in pleasure.

"i could make this easy for you, you know. you're choice," he arches an eyebrow in amusement, his finger slipping into your entrance with such ease.

"oh please," you scoff, rolling your eyes in annoyance - although you're sure it was from the pleasure rather than his haughtiness.

"fine," he practically rips his hand away, you bottom lip immediately receding into your teeth to control the whines that wanted to come out. He wasted no time in lining himself up at your entrance. You look at him with pleading eyes, to which he catches before he slides in.

His thrusts are slow at first, wanting to tease you as much as possible.

"oh come on. even i can do better than that," you challenge, pushing him off before straddling his hips. You sink down on him, his hands on your ass. He kneads them before slapping hard as you bottom out. An unexpected yelp slips from you, followed a dark chuckle comes from him.

You bounce roughly on him, leaning back on your hands as they rest on his thighs. His hands trail all over your body, wanting to explore very inch possible. He'd never admit it, to himself or especially you, but he's always wanted to do this. So of course, he's not wasting any opportunity. as far as you've both silently agreed, this is a one time thing.

Mitch slaps your breast, causing another yelp to escape from your swollen and desperate lips. You sink all the way down on his cock until he's completely inside you, before gyrating your hips. Both of you moan loudly, the pleasure feeling all too right to not let out a sound.

Roughly, mitch picks you up and places you on the bed next to him before he holds your legs up to his chest. He thrusts into you and fucks you hard - slow, but hard.

"fuck, oh my god," you give in to the pleasure, his cock feeling all too good not to.

"see, that wasn't so hard was it?" Mitch's malicious teasing causes you to roll your eyes but once again let out a moan. the wall takes it from the bedframe, thumping intensively with each hard thrust of his hips. Both of you couldn't control your moans, and it was only a matter of time before the next door guests came knocking on the door to complain.

The two of you are close - much closer than either of you liked to be. Mitch knew it too, from the way you clenched around his cock, you moans becoming louder and more high-pitched. He spreads your legs apart, which you gracelessly wrapped around his waist to draw him in closer. His hand, once again slips between you both and rubs your clit in circles.

"mitch..." you breathe, scratching your nails mercilessly down his back.

"let it go, babygirl," he grunts before leaning down towards you ear. "at least i'll have the satisfaction of making you cum."

"don't get too cocky now. I'm still not finished with you yet."

[ssickabit]

[8.27 pm]

she was so needy and sensitive. when she was in the shower, she had been thinking about him, but she didn’t have the gut to touch herself. she didn’t know what he’d do to her when he found out she was behaving bad—it’s maybe the worst. but this didn’t mean her fingers didn’t tease her own nipple as the water rolling down her body.

Chan was home early today. he said he had his dinner with his band-mates, so she didn’t have to cook or prepare anything for him.

he was sitting on the couch with his phone his hand, scrolling through god-knows-what. she sighed as she trailed her sight over him—legs spreading good, head tilted to the side, exposing his vein neck. she approached him; she was wearing one of his shirt, and a low skirt that would expose her legs. no bra, but still with the panties on.

he didn’t pay any attention as she crawled onto him and straddling his lap. he smiled when she finally got on the top of him. he was in shock when she planted kiss onto his lips; no warning and so sudden. the way her lips is so warm and soft on his lips, making him wont let go of her taste. it was delicate, just them sucking on each other’s lips.

she began rocking herself against his thighs, soft moans between the kisses. “what’s gotten into you baby?” Chan asked when he finally pull out.

“nothing,” she put her hand on his neck. “m’miss you.”

the way she sensually kissing and rolling her hips, making his dick grow harder under his pants. shit, he thought to himself.

“want you inside of me,” she mumbled. lips were just inches from each other.

Chan smirked as his hand wandered under her skirt. “where sweetheart?” he asked, caressing her thigh, “inside that filthy little mouth, or that pretty little pussy of yours?”

“i-inside my pussy please,” she looked away. Chan lifted her chin with his index fingers.

“then what are you waiting for?”

she hates it when he’s playing with her like this—cheeky smile, so innocent yet so dirty. she squirmed as he rub her panties. “fuck babygirl you’re so wet..” he whispered right into her ear. “please just fuck me Chris,” she whined.

he chuckled. “so demanding.”

she got up and slid down her panties. he watched her, head tilted to the side, smirking. he noticed that she wore one of his shirt, so it’s a plus point. she helped him with his buttons; once it’s slid down, she began to positioned herself. she sank down slowly, a hiss passed her lips. it wasn’t hard since she was so wet, so he slipped easily into her.

“i’m kinda tired so i think i won’t do anything, how does it sound?” he asked.

“it’s okay, i’ll go by myself.”

“you sure?”

“uh-huh,” she nodded. she placed her hand on his shoulder to support her as she moved her hip. as she began to rock harder, Chan’s breathing became heavier, colliding with her whimper and moan. he adores how she can find the way to make him feel like this—feels like every inch of him was made for her and it fits perfectly. “f-fuck, daddy,” she let out a mewl then kissed him.

as Chan rested his forehead on her shoulder, he could smell her through his nose; he knows she used his favourite soap that smelled like cookies. it reminded him of her. both of his hand rested on the couch as she struggling on the top of him. he really want to place his hand on her ass, watching her bounce faster by the time pass by, but he didn’t do it.

her hand was on the nape of his neck, playing with the hair. Chan sometimes bit his lower lip as he tried so hard to not make a sound. her pace now messy, and she stopped seconds after.

she felt her legs are burning and as she was trying so hard to not stop she failed. Chan furrowed his eyebrows as she stopped. “hey? what’s wrong?”

“c-can we switch our positions?” she asked.

“what do you mean by switching positions?”

“i-i need you on the top of me, please? i don’t think i can continue.”

a smirk formed on Chan’s lip. “if you’re tired then it’s on you, love,” he answered. as much he wanted to cum, he  never forget to tease her a bit.

“but i was so close d-daddy, please, yeah? i’ve been good for you, i didn’t touch myself when i think of you—“

“stop whining,” he grabbed her jaw. she looked over face who’s serious right now; jaw clenched and eyes dark with lust. “get off me, and position yourself on your back.”

his expression and his tone was scary, so she immediately do whatever he said right away. he got up, then pulled down his boxer that was halfway on his legs after he slid down his jeans. as she lying on her back now, she watched him undressed himself—how those muscles would flex when he takes his shirt off, how his toned looked gorgeous, how his exposed neck makes her wanna nibble on it, and how his hair is messy from the previous session of sex—

she gulped. her pussy is indeed needing his cock.

he turned his body and slowly made his way to her.

she knows she’s the luckiest to have such a talented, kind and yet so beautiful like him.

his sculpted body was hovering her—his lips suddenly attacked her, begging her mouth to welcome his tongue. one of his hand made its way under the shirt, squeezing her breast.

“i love you,” she said when they both pulled out for oxygen.

his heart melted to the way she said those words. he couldn’t help but smile. “i love you too baby,” he nuzzled his nose over hers, “now, should i punish you or give you a reward?”

“please just fuck me good.”

Chan spread her legs so he can see the hole that he filled lately; wide open and wet. he pumped his length few times, before lined himself into her. finally, she can feel him again inside her. he sighed as his cock disappeared into her completely. he waited for some time as she adjusted the feelings, but yeah, her walls clenched against him perfectly.

he hold onto her skirt, so he can pull herself whenever he bottomed—this position was heaven.

she was trying to touch his thighs, but he prevented her from it. he pinned her hands on the top of her head, as he said, “nah baby, no touching today.”

but as much he loves her destroying his back and arms with her nails, he’d love to challenge themselves a bit.

“ah fuck,” he moaned because of the overwhelming feelings.

“daddy?” she called him in the middle of the braindead that was caused by his cock pounding into her with no mercy.

he lifted both of his eyebrows, trying to make it cool, “hm?”

“please kiss me.”

he let go of his fist, then leaned over just to kiss her. after a quick kiss, he went back to his first position as his pace went faster and deeper. she bit her own wrist, trying to so hard for not screaming. Chan drew circles on her sensitive clit, making her weaker. he just focusing himself for making her feel good.

he went closer to her, as he rested his forehead on hers. slowly but painfully, she opened her eyes, looking at him.; but he didn’t open his eyes—screw shut, eyebrows almost knitted, mouth wide open as he thrust his hip. his hair was damp because of sweat.

the familiar feeling grew on her stomach. “c-can i touch you?” she asked.

“uh huh,” he nodded. he finally gave in. she clung her arms on him, nails scratching his back. without warning, the waves of pleasure hit her hard in her place. she bit onto his arms to prevent her from screaming too loud.

the way her walls clenched uncontrollably throwing him over the edge. he didn’t care if his lower lip bleeding as the result of him biting it too hard. a groan stuck in his throat as he coated her walls with his cum. his arms was shaking, but he managed himself to stay steady.

the heavy pants of them were the only thing that audible in the room. they locked their eyes together. slowly, he kissed her again; gentle but passionate. her fingers now in his hair. they can feel how they were throbbing for each other. he rested his head on the crook of her neck now, tilting his head so he can see her from his side.

“your heart is beating so fast,” she said.

“what do you expect when i’m with the love of my life, fucking hard for almost hours?” he asked.

she giggled. she traced her hand on his skin softly, adoring it.

“were you really tired?” she whispered and he nodded. “yeah. that’s why i’m home early.”

“i’m sorry.”

“satisfied enough, now?”

she pouted. Chan remembered one thing, then rushing to ask her about it. “are you on birth control?”

“yeah, we ran out of condom packs.”

“shit,” he mumbled. “didn’t know we would fuck like this.”

she chuckled as she kissed his nose. her hand stroked his hair softly. “i’m naked, that’s not fair.”

“you have seen me naked before Chris.”

“hm,” he weakly let out. “love you.”

[mcfreakin-bxtch]

LOVE #23 and NSFW #11

Prompts 💕 23. “Your past is your past. I love you for the present and future.”

💦 11. “I guess I’ll take care of it all by myself.”

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: Soft and kinda light/kinda filthy Smut, Fluff, Angst, Hint towards PTSD, Language

A/N: I haven’t written enough Frankie yet and this will be my first smut for him 👀

Future, Steady

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He’s been acting weird lately. Your Frankie. 

For the past two weeks something’s been bothering him; he’s eating less, picking at his food with a distant look in his eyes, getting up in the middle of the night after hours of tossing and turning, only to return hours later—you know, because the rusting of the covers and the dip of the bed wakes you—and when your failed attempts at joke after joke just to see that goofy grin that brightens his whole face, you’re met with a half-attempt of a smile, barely reaching his eyes.

But every time you try to talk to him about it he shuts it down with a shrug of, “I’m fine, really. Don’t worry about it.”

Don’t worry about it, he says. As much as you know it’s a cover, you don’t want to push him, so you give him his space, hoping that one of these nights will be enough to bring him out of the black water he’s seemingly found himself in. 

Tonight is no different. 

It’s the same routine—words that die quickly in short conversations, the scrapes of his fork against the plate as he pushes his food around, infamous cap hung low over his forehead... it’s the same after, when you clean up, and by then it’s difficult to ignore the stinging in your heart. 

“I’m uh,” you sniff, keeping your face turned away; you don’t want to cry right now. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Okay,” it comes out a whisper. “G’night.”

“Good night,” you mumble and walk quietly to your bedroom without a look back. 

The bed feels too cold. After changing and getting ready, you slide under the covers and sink deep into the pillows; Frankie’s cologne hits your nose, and you swallow thickly. 

It’s not easy falling asleep. Even with the TV on low volume, a rerun of your favorite show, is not enough to dull your loud thoughts. You don’t know how long you lay like this—curled up in a ball, small arrays of tear stains down your cheeks, and blanket pulled all the way up to your chin. 

Your eyes stay shut and just as you start to feel your mind succumb to exhaustion, heavy steps sound toward the door; you don’t open your eyes. The door creaks open and he steps in, the shuffling of clothes clear and lasting; every second of it feels like hours and all you want is for him to crawl into bed and hold you like there’s nothing wrong in the first place. 

Fuck this sucks. 

You hear him get ready for bed and turn the tv off. He slides in on his side and the heat radiating off him is nearly impossible to ignore; your body twitches to turn around, but you stay still. 

A heavy arm wraps around your middle, startling you. Frankie pulls your back to his chest and loosens his grip on you, giving you space in case...

“You remember that last trip I took?” His gruff voice echoes in the room, his breath tickling your neck. 

Your heart skips a beat. You remember every moment of it. “Yeah.”

He scoots closer to you, holding you tightly again. “Something... the other day I saw something and it reminded me of, fuck all the shit I did and I—” He gulps, clearly struggling to tell the rest of what’s been plaguing him, but you don’t say a word nor turn around still; this is his moment now, and you know how important it is for him to be this open to you. 

“—I don’t know, it just put me in a bad place.” He gets up on his elbow and leans over you, resting his hand on your covered hip. 

You finally turn to lay on your back. God he looks tired. It was hard to tell before hidden so well under the combination of your dim lighting and his hat, but without any barriers you can truly see the dark circles under his eyes, making his perfect face look shrunk and drained.

Your heart breaks all over again.

You brush your fingers against his stubble and Frankie automatically keens to your touch, sighing in relief when you rub your thumb delicately across his cheekbone. 

“Frankie, my love,” you lick your chapped lips. “I can’t imagine what any of that feels like, but I need you to hear this.” You wait until he opens his eyes and nods before you continue. “You are so fucking strong, baby. You’ve come so far from the man you used to be and I can’t be anymore proud of you.”

His dark chocolate eyes glisten with tears and it pulls at your heart so easily that it’s almost scary. You can’t take this any longer and you reach up to brush your lips against his, teasing him of a kiss. 

“Your past is your past.” You tell him in a steady tone. “I love you for the present and future.”

A whimper tears from him before he closes the final space between you; the kiss is hurried yet careful, memorizing the contours of your mouth, his hands working on your body, pawing at your pajama’s. 

You break the kiss with a giggle, grabbing his wrists to halt his movements. His eyebrows furrow in confusion but when you pull your shirt over your head realization and lust replaces it; he growls softly at your breasts and your pussy flutters when he quickly rips his own shirt over his head and pushes you back down, spreading your legs with his weight. 

Frankie swallows your moan when he ruts his half-hard bulge against your covered pussy, groaning himself at the heat between your legs. He takes his hungry mouth down to your neck, nibbling at the tender flesh; his hand slithers up and gropes your breast, then tweaks your perk nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Hmm,” you arch your back, curling your fingers in his hair. “Frankie.”

Frankie doesn’t respond, instead trails his tongue and spit down to the space between your chest. He looks at you and flicks his tongue on your nipple. Your skin ripples in pleasure—it quickly turns into shudders when he bites down and you tug harshly on his hair, eliciting a deep moan that vibrates through your chest. 

After he’s satisfied he switches to the neglected side and gives it the same treatment until you’re dripping for him. 

“Frankie,” you whimper, thrusting your hips for more friction. 

He kisses down your stomach and to the waistband of your shorts, slipping his fingers underneath, adding fire to the scorched flesh. You lift your hips off the bed enough for him to pull them down, the first chill of the air hitting your glistening pussy. 

“Such a gorgeous pussy,” Frankie snarls. He inhales deeply, licking his lips and getting ready to plunge his face into your cunt but you stop him. 

He looks at you like you have two heads, and maybe you do when you think about it—he’s amazing with that tongue of his, and he’s a giver more than a taker, always making sure you cum at least three times in his mouth before fucking you, this time however you just can’t wait. 

“Next time,” you explain. “Right now I need you.”

“But I wanna taste you, babygirl,” he whines. 

“Well,” you sigh dramatically. “I guess I’ll take care of it all by myself.”

“Watch yourself,” he warns. 

Frankie stands up, his shadow towering over you—the way the veins in his hands pulse as pulls his pants and boxers down at the same time should be a crime. His cock springs free and slaps his stomach; thick and red, tip leaking with precum, your mouth waters and your pussy flutters, begging. Your arms open up for him when he crawls on the bed, opening your legs as wide as they can go. 

He holds himself by his forearms, looking down at you like you just hung up the stars for him; not like you don’t see him in the same light, like you don’t love him with every molecule in your body, ready to forgive and love him until the end of your days, and then more. 

The vulnerability opens your chest to your bleeding heart, aching from the content you feel, the peace and happiness Frankie breathes into you. You have to pull him down for a kiss that speaks the words you cannot say—you will, but not now. No now, you reach in between you and grab his length, lining him up at your entrance and wrapping your legs around his waist, encouraging him with a subtle push. 

“I love you,” he declares unwaveringly and slides into you; he does so slowly, taking his time in stretching your velvet walls until he rests completely inside your tight heat. 

“I-I love you,” you gasp into his mouth as he gives you time to adjust. 

The stretch burns lightly this time. He kisses you once, twice, three, four times until you tilt your hips up; move. 

Frankie keeps his body as close to yours as possible and pulls his hips back, plunging back into you. He does this again and again at the slow but steady pace, grinding into you most of the thrusts—it doesn’t matter, he’s still fucking you so deep, hitting your soft, spongy spot. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he starts to babble in grunts, pressing kisses all over your face and lips. “Christ I don’t deserve you. So good to me, always—”

He shudders and gasps, picking up the pace now and growling. “And this pussy is always so fucking wet for me. Dripping for my big cock, right princess?”

Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, whimpering helplessly as he fucks you. “Yes,” you moan, throwing your head back. “Oh fuck yes Frankie. Fuck just keep fucking me, please fuck.”

The bed creaks as Frankie drives deeper in your quivering pussy, fueling the tight coil boiling in your lower stomach. It doesn’t take that much thrusts after for it to burn into molten lava, making every muscle twitch and spasm.

Oh it’s coming. Right around the corner and if he’d—

A calloused thumb touches your clit and applies just the right amount of pressure.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming!” You cry out, feeling your pussy clench around his throbbing cock.

“Cum,” he pants, hips stuttering in a chorus of desperate thrusts. “Let go, drench my cock baby—y-yeah like that, s-shit.”

Your moans become strangled in your throat as your cunt clenches harder and harder, trapping him in a constructive vice as you explode around him; your thighs shake and toes curl, locking his lower half to yours.

“Oh fuckshit I’m gonna cum, right in that tight pussy.”

With that growl comes a pitched moan and a few final slams of his cock before it rests as far as it can go; his cum fills your cunt in hot spurts.

You let out the last moan pushed out of your lungs and relax your tense muscles. Frankie gasps above you, looking down. Your eyes follow and catch a glimpse of his wet cock, slathered in your combined fluids, push back in.

“Shit,” he chuckles breathlessly, collapsing next to you; you wince when he pulls out of you, a hollowness taking over your swollen walls.

“Shit.”

The two of you catch your breaths, holding each other and sharing kisses in between.

“Hey,” Frankie eventually breaks, cupping your chin to lift it up. With his swollen lips, disheveled hair and a light sheen of sweat shining on his chest, he looks like a piece of magnificent art—more important than that, he’s using that smile, that goofy, dimpled smile.

“What?” He chuckles, slanting his head curiously.

You kiss him instead.

[tchallasbabymama]

The Temple- Chapter 3

Taglist: @nahimjustfeelingit-writes, @quietstorm-73, @ladymac82

Read Chapter 2 if you haven’t already, and let me know if you want to be tagged. Don’t forget to check out my Masterlist!

CW: smut

Word count: 4231 “Hello, my prince. I am Aisha.”

The words sounded like a prayer on her lips. Aisha.

“N’Jadaka.” The prince gingerly grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it, causing her to giggle at the tickling feeling. 

“I am aware. This is your first visit?”

“That obvious, huh?”

Aisha full on laughed this time, a melodious siren call. He wanted nothing more than to let her drag him into her waters and keep him for eternity.

“Painfully so. No worries, I’ll ease you into it.”

N’Jadaka’s ears perked up at her forwardness.

“‘It’ being…?

“The reason we were called to each other.”

He leaned in to whisper into her ear, just loud enough for her to hear him over the crowd.

“And what reason is that, beautiful?”

The prince’s arm went around her waist, and he felt her place a kiss just under his collarbone. N’Jadaka just about melted right then and there, so Aisha grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd in the opposite direction from the entrance. Instead of another large door, this part of the temple was only separated from the rest by an ornate purple curtain, and when she drew back the curtain his eyes travelled to the winding staircase before them. Vibranium lit the halls as his eyes took in the artwork on the wall, some different stories of Bast and others scenes of sexual pleasure featuring the oldest Daughters of Bast from thousands of years ago. After staring in awe at his surroundings, the prince’s eyes fell to Aisha’s ass. It was by no means the biggest ass he had ever seen, but it was the perfect size and shape for his hormones to go crazy.

“How much farther?” He asked, pulling her back towards him and placing his nose in the crook of her neck, taking in her sweet natural scent. 

“Not much farther, my prince. I promise.”

“I like when you say that shit.”

“My prince?”

N’Jadaka grinded his erection into her lower back and she reached back to grab him by the balls, making him release a whimpering sound in her ear. 

“Not yet...my prince. There is much we must do before I let you experience Bast’s blessings.”

He pulled back and tilted her face towards him, staring into her light brown eyes.

“What else is there?”

Aisha chuckled darkly and pulled him along once more, hand never moving from her warm cradle between his legs. He followed with his bottom lip wedged perfectly between his teeth, trying not to bite down as hard as he wanted to.

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He swore the temple was bigger on the inside, or maybe it was just his raging hormones making the walk seem impossibly long. Once they arrived at what N’Jadaka assumed was her door he felt like they had been walking for forever. She opened it and motioned for him to enter.

“After you, your highness.”

N’Jadaka stepped in and took in his surroundings once more. The room was dimly lit and the lingering smell of incense greeted him before anything else. The only window was stained glass with a large kaleidoscope pattern that N’Jadaka was sure would look amazing in the sunlight. He took note of the massage table in the middle of the room, and then he noticed a bed as well as a chair over to the side. He could barely hear faint instrumental music playing in the background.

“So you’re a masseuse, too?” N’Jadaka asked Aisha.

“We are all well-versed in many physical arts, including massage.”

“So you’re good with your hands?” he asked with a devilish smirk.

Aisha smiled knowingly.

“Yes your highness, I am.”

“Well let's get to it then.” He rubbed his hands together and walked towards the massage bed, He stopped when he noticed the hole near the middle.

“Wait, is that for my dick?”

Aisha giggled.

“Yes, my prince. Some find it uncomfortable to lay on an erect penis during a back massage, and others enjoy it as part of a kink. We will see which one you are. Either way, you will be receiving a full-body massage in every sense of the word. Would you care to lay down?”

“Yes ma’am.”

N’Jadaka laid on his stomach, awkwardly placing his dick through the opening.

“Feels weird just hanging like this…”

“It always does at first, but if you wish you do not have to utilize it.”

“Nah I’m curious.”

“Are you ready to begin, my prince?”

“Uh yeah, let's do this” He said, trying to mask his nerves. He was instantly calmed down when she placed her hands lightly on his head to feel his energy and slowly trailed them to his feet, touching everything in between and acquainting herself with his body. 

“Lavender or eucalyptus oil?” Aisha asked the prince. He pointed to the lavender bottle and she pumped some into her hands before rubbing them together.

When her hands came up to knead at his tense shoulders, her strength surprised him. He had never felt anything like that before. Her thumbs beat the shit out of his tension and the heels of her palms ran it out of town. 

Aisha’s hands moved to his lower back and he let out a moan that he wasn’t expecting, before clearing his throat.

“It’s ok, you know? Moaning, expressing yourself in that way. If it feels good it feels good.”she told him. 

N’Jadaka nodded slowly, not trusting his voice at the moment.  

Her strong hands made their way to his backside and he giggled.

“Sorry, I guess I’m ticklish.”

“Plenty of people are, it’s a very sensitive area.”

She continued to knead his glutes and he tried to speak through his giggles.

“So- aha, how long have you be-been doing thi-sss?”

“Just two years. I got the call young so I started studying anatomy, massage therapy, reiki, and acupressure. When I hit adulthood I began my training to be a Daughter of Bast, and after three years I was able to officially call myself a Daughter.”

Her hands moved to the backs of his thighs, which was no better for him sensitivity-wise and he felt a stirring in his loins. He could feel his dick hardening and being pulled down by gravity herself the more it grew. 

“Three years? That’s a long time.”

Aisha smiled at his attempt to make conversation.

“Yes, but it flew by. It takes time to learn the physical arts, even with my background.”

“I like that y’all call sex ‘physical arts’”

“Not just sex, my prince, but intimacy. What we are doing now is intimate, yes?”

“Hell yeah it is,” he said with a smile.

“Everybody comes here for different reasons,” She began as her hands moved down to his calves. “Some require sex, some just need us to lend an ear, some need the relaxing environment, some need to be held...it varies from person to person.”

“Makes sense. So what do I need?”

“Everything I just mentioned. Life was not kind to you, and that much loneliness doesn’t just disappear with talk therapy. Humans require intimacy not just for survival, but for our mental state as well. And I don't mean just in terms of sex. No, I mean familial relationships, romantic and platonic relationships. Even the intimacy that comes from community. That love and support and closeness can come from anywhere, you just have to be open to it. But it is difficult if you’ve never been given that chance before. After all, a child not embraced by their village will burn it down to feel it’s warmth.”

A lump formed in the prince’s throat as he thought back to the scorched Garden of the Heart-Shaped Herb.  

“I’ve heard that somewhere before.”

“I’m sure, it is a very old proverb.”

Aisha massaged his feet and he felt his body respond to her touching the corresponding pressure points. He felt a rush of blood and his dick immediately jumped. 

“How are you feeling,” Aisha asked, already knowing the answer.

“Relaxed and horny. Yo this upside down glory hole is kinda nice though, I might have to get a bed like this...”

“May I pleasure you like this or would you prefer a different position?” 

N’Jadaka froze as if he had forgotten why he came here.

“Uh yeah, this is good…”

Aisha crawled under the massage table and sat on a pillow, cross-legged under his raging erection. 

“If it pleases you, I will start with my hands.”

“Oh, it pleases me…”

She pumped some unscented oil into her hands before bringing them up to his dick. It was sensitive to her touch and he winced as she grabbed the base with one hand and massaged the tip with her other hand.

“My prince, there is no pride or ego here. When you feel the need to release you do so. Do you understand?” “Yes.”

“I did not hear you.” She said as she squeezed a little tighter around the base.

“Y-yes!”

“Good.” Aisha smirked and her focus returned to the task at hand. She used her fingertips to tease the underside of his dripping dick, watching with joy as it tried to twitch out of her grasp only to be pulled back in by her soft hand sliding up and down his shaft. His foreskin pulled back more and more as his dick grew in size and thickness the more she worked it. When she reached for his balls again he nearly lost it, letting out a loud guttural moan.

“Looks like I found it,” she giggled to herself.

She added more oil to her hands and coated his sack with one hand while working just under his head with the other, causing the vein under his dick to throb more and more until he released on her face with a growl. Each time his hips jerked, more spilled out and Aisha couldn’t help but get a taste. She swiped her finger across her face, gathering his cum, and brought it to her lips to sample the salty goodness. She brought the flat of her tongue to the underside of his already sensitive dick and ran it along the length to the tip, pressing her tongue into the still-leaking opening of his urethra hoping to catch every last drop. When she took him into her mouth, the prince stopped her.

“Hold on babygirl, I want to watch you suck my dick.”

Aisha crawled out from under the table and he stared at her cumstained face in awe. She looked even more beautiful than before. He slowly sat up and swung his legs over the side of the table before looking around the room.

“We doing this here, or…”

“Where do you want me, your highness?”

Aisha watched his dick twitch at her words and smirked at her power over him. 

N’Jadaka motioned to the high-back leather chair near the stained glass window and she grabbed his hand to lead him over to it. He sat down and she stood between his legs. They stared into each other's eyes before he pulled her in for a sloppy kiss, not caring that her face was dripping with his essence. Their arms snaked around each other and she caressed the back of his neck while he gripped her ass tight. He pulled back to admire her body, taking in her deep brown areolas, and bringing his tongue out to taste the sweet saltiness of her skin.

His tongue worked one nipple while his fingers kept the other company. He alternated between the two, lazily tonguing and sucking and nibbling her erect buds causing Aisha to let out a moan that was more music to the prince’s ears. It was one of those deep, low moans that starts in the gut and travels up the spine before loudly breaking free. Her nipples were extremely sensitive to his touch and as she came down from her high he peppered light kisses around her chest.

“My prince…” Aisha said between breaths. 

“Yeah, beautiful?”

“It’s your turn again.”Aisha said while sinking down to her knees before him. She began to drool at the sight of his already hard and leaking dick, throbbing because of her. She stuck out her tongue and opened wide before taking him inside her mouth to the hilt, tongue swirling around the bottom of his ever-thickening dick. 

“Fuck! Girl y-you better suck the fuck out this dick.”

Aisha swallowed and sucked his dick like her life depended on it, cheeks hollowing and spit dripping down her chin.

She removed herself from him with a loud pop, and a thick string of saliva connected her lips to his bulbous head. She traced her tongue along the underside of his dick from his frenulum to his ballsack. She brought his balls into her mouth one at a time and worked them on her tongue while lightly suckling on them. Her hand never left his dick, pulling back his foreskin and stroking along his shaft. 

“Babygirl, if you keep that up I’m gonna come.”

“No holding back, remember?” She took his balls out her mouth and looked at him with a devilish smirk before placing her lips around his head, and hollowing her cheeks to suck him hard and sloppy. Her tongue came out to massage his dick and he let out a stuttered moan before he burst inside her mouth.

Aisha made sure to clean her plate, sucking him dry and licking up anything left behind. He grabbed her by the chin and pulled her closer, smacking a kiss on her juicy, cum-covered lips. He loved how he tasted on her. 

“Do you have one more for me, your highness?”

“Of course babygirl, how do you want me?”

She didn't answer verbally, choosing to push him back and straddle him instead. 

“Oh so it’s like that?” He secretly loved her brief flashes of dominance.

Aisha lowered herself onto him, sliding all the way down until they were connected pelvis-to-pelvis. 

“M-my prince, you are v-very big.” She struggled to get the words out, distracted by the way his dick stretched her out.

“Yeah and you got that tight, pretty pussy babygirl. Lean back, lemme watch your pussy swallow my shit.”

Aisha did as she was told and planted her hands on his thighs before leaning back and allowing him a view of her treasure trove. 

“Ooh, fuck. That’s right, take my shit deep.” N’Jadaka.

“Your highness, it’s so deep.”

“You like that shit?”

“Mmm, yes sir.”

“Bounce on it then” He said as his fingers dug into her ass.

Aisha used her thighs to lift her body, then gracefully slid back down his pole with her hips circling like wind in a tornado. He was caught up in her storm, eyes intensely glued to hers. Her hand came up to grab his chin and hold him in place while her other hand sneaked into his messy dreads. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned down to kiss him and lightly snuck her tongue in his mouth. The kiss was soft and sweet as she grinded her hips slowly into his. They moaned into each other's mouths and climbed towards their peaks together.

“Mmm you feel so good your highness. How do I make you feel?”

“Like I’m on cloud nine babygirl. You got some strong juju in this pussy, I can feel it.”

Their foreheads leaned against each other and she picked up her pace, slamming her ass down on his lap.

“Keep that up and Im cumming in that pussy”

“Please, my prince. Cum inside me.” 

At her command, his body convulsed and he released his seed deep inside her. She pulled up and only rode the tip of his dick, making him release a whine-like moan into the crook of her neck while his dick throbbed once more, pushing out the very last bit of semen his body could provide. Aisha’s pussy clenched and she let loose a deluge of her juices onto the prince before sinking back down and relaxing onto him. Their bodies still connected, they stared into each others eyes and took deep breaths in and out until they calmed their heart rates down.

“How do you feel now, my prince?”

“Call me N’Jadaka.”

“Alright, then. How do you feel, N’Jadaka?”

He paused to think about it, leaving them in silence for a minute. Still inside her, his fingers aimlessly traced patterns into her hips while her fingers lightly ran through his hair. She laid her head against his chest and he placed his chin on top of her head. He had never been held like this before. So calm, so close.

“Lighter. Open. Tired.”

They both laughed at that last one.

“Lighter and open how?”

“I don't know how to explain it, I just- don't feel as heavy and closed off in my spirit.”

“That’s a good thing.”

“Yeah, I just-,” N’Jadaka began to tear up and Aisha brought her hand up to wipe them away as they fell. She gave him the time to let it all out. When he was able to talk again, he cleared his throat. “I didn’t know it could feel like this.”

“How what could, N’Jadaka?”

“Living.”

She pressed a kiss to his forehead and they continued to talk for a few more minutes before they finally parted. Aisha walked N’Jadaka back though the temple to retrieve his clothes and when they said goodbye neither wanted the other to leave. 

“I am sure I will see you again, my prince?”

“Come on with that ‘my prince’ shit.” he said with a smile, causing her to send him one right back. He pulled her in for a hug and they both took in each other's scent.

“Be safe getting back, N’Jadaka.”

“I’ll see you around.” He kissed her cheek and turned to leave, nearly tripping over a black ball of fuzz.

“Isa? Hey lil mama, what’s good?”

The cat purred and rubbed on his legs.

“It looks like she likes you. You know what that means?” Aisha leaned down to pet Isabis, too. 

“Nah, what?”

“You’re pure of heart-”

He looked at her and his eyes got misty before he noticed a smaller black fuzz ball making it’s way over to him.

“-and she finds you worthy enough to care for one of her babies.” Aisha answered with a smile.

“Aww, Isa.” He said as the cat moved to lick the kitten on it’s head before turning back to the prince. He reached out to greet his new friend but was beat to it by the kitten jumping into his large hand.

“It looks like she’s happy with her mama’s decision.” Aisha looked on with pride. This man had transformed right before her eyes and she couldn't be happier for him and his progress. “Do you have a name for her?”

He looked at the little black kitten intently.

“Nah, she’ll tell me what it is eventually.”

The two smiled at each other and exchanged kisses on the cheek once more before the prince was off to the palace with his new fur baby.

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“Someone seems to be in a good mood,” Shuri teased the moment he walked in the door.

“Hello to you too, beanstalk.” N’Jadaka threw it right back at her, and fully expected her to make some jab at his scars but the kitten distracted her.

“Bast, she’s adorable! Where did you find her?”

“The temple.”

“Ohhhhh, I’ve heard they have kittens everywhere!”

“Yeah you still got a couple more years before you get to visit all these cute little guys. Isn’t that right….” N’Jadaka paused, thinking a name would come to him. “Damn, nothing.”

“What's the problem?”

“I can’t think of a name. I don't want to just be like ‘hey cat come here’, you know?”

“I get it, but once she shows you her personality it’ll be easier to name her.”

“Name who?!” Nakia rounded the corner with a scowl on her face.

Without a word, the prince held up his new kitten and her face softened. She immediately grabbed the kitten and sat down with her on the couch.

“She’s the cutest! Did you get her from the temple?”

N’Jadaka cleared his throat, not necessarily wanting to go into details with these two. Especially with Shuri’s young ears around.

“I did. There’s a cat that fosters the kittens-”

“Isa? Oh how is she?”

He chuckled at Isabis’ popularity.

“She’s fine, she pushed this one on me and now here we are.”

“I understand, T’Challa and I have two that run our lives. Once this baby gets here I fear we will be outnumbered.”

“What’s T up to anyway? I want him to meet his new little cousin.”

“He’s in his office getting some work done”

“Bet. Can I have my child back please?”

Nakia kissed the kitten’s head and reluctantly handed her back to N’Jadaka.

“Thank you!” He waved goodbye as the kitten climbed up his arm to lay on his broad shoulders. Neither of the three of them could contain their ‘awww’s.

The prince made it to T’Challa’s office on the business side of the palace. The guards saluted him and after he saluted back he noticed their ear to ear smiles. He felt a tug and realized they were smiling at his kitten trying to play with his hair.

He walked in, interrupting what appeared to be a meeting on the screens in front of him. He recognized several of the faces as Avengers. 

“My bad…”

He tried to slip back out the doors, but T’Challa stopped him.

“Nonsense, you should join-” The king paused at the adorable sight before him. “Actually, meeting adjourned. We can pick this up tomorrow.”

As the Avengers screens went black, N’Jadaka sat in the chair across from his cousin. As soon as he got close, the kitten leapt from his shoulder to the king’s desk.

“So I take it your time at the Temple was fruitful, umzala.”

“Fruitful? Nigga I almost fell in love and I came home with a child.”

“Love?”

“I mean, I know it's nothing because they do this all the time but damn she was something else.”

The kitten had taken to T’Challa, naturally, and began to climb up onto his shoulder.

“You’re correct that they are professionals, but that doesn’t mean a spark wasn’t felt. Our grandmother was a Daughter of Bast. She chose to leave the temple when she married our grandfather, but that was how they met.” The king explained while play-fighting with the kitten on his shoulder. 

“I didn’t think that was possible...so they're not married to Bast or something like that?”

“No, they are free agents. Some of them stay Daughters after marriage or children. Several leave and come back. Bast is the goddess of pleasure, and how unpleasurable would it be to force everyone into the same box?”

N’Jadaka nodded slowly, trying to wrap his brain around the new information.

“So have you named her yet?”

“Nah, I figure it’ll come to me. I can already tell she’s a handful.” He said as they watched the kitten jump down and begin chasing her tail, falling over in the process.

“So back to the temple. Who did you see?”

“Aisha.”

“I can’t say I know of an Aisha, I haven’t been in so long. Every time I go, Isa tries to push more kittens on me, and I hate denying her.”

N’Jadaka chuckled at the thought of Isabis and the king’s interactions.

“So this Aisha, are you planning on seeing her again?”

“Hell yes. How soon is too soon to go back?”

“You can go back whenever, but I would suggest waiting until you feel it is the right time.”

The prince thought over it for a moment before responding.

“I saw her before I met her. In a daydream. Then when I saw her in person I felt this warm pulling in my stomach like-”

“Like a chain pulling you towards her. Yes, I am familiar.” A goofy smile appeared on T’Challa’s face as he thought of his wife.

“So you get it?”

“I do, but does she?”

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On the other side of Wakanda, Aisha lowered herself into a fragrant bath and thought over her day. She had told herself it would be an off-day, but then when she saw the prince she felt something in her gut tell her to go to him. When he kissed her hand ‘hello’ she nearly melted at the touch of his skin on hers. She wasn’t used to experiencing those feelings from patrons. 

When she caressed and massaged his body, she could feel the pain melt away. When she rode him she could feel his soul opening up and she gladly stepped through the door. She could feel his emotions and she opened herself to him, allowing him to feel hers. When they came together, she saw constellations in his chestnut eyes. 

She stayed in the bath, daydreaming about Prince N’Jadaka until the water ran cold. When she emerged from the water, she air dried her body and covered herself in cocoa butter before lowering herself to the floor for her nightly prayers to the goddess. 

Aisha pulled back her sheets and slid in naked. She laid there for an hour, mind racing over all the possibilities, before sleep finally took her in for the night. 

Next Chapter

[majesticbrownjawn]

Delicate

Violet reluctantly goes to a house party with her bestie. Meets Erik. Is subsequently turned out. 😩

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"So you coming girl? It's gon be lots of niggas there."

"I'm good. I'm not tryna meet no niggas. I'm tryna meet a man."

Violet was thirty-three and far past the time for games. She was focused and didn't want a man to come and throw her off her game. That's what her 20s had been for and she'd left them behind almost four years ago.

"I need you to be my wingman though. Pleaseeeeee."

"Fine. I'll come, but I'm driving and just know I'm leaving yo ass when I'm ready to go."

Three hours later she was in her car listening to Siri giving her directions to the kickback.

"Girl, where the hell we going?"

"Uhhhhh..." Trina knew if she'd told Violet where the party was, she wouldn't have come. She loved her friend, but she could be uptight and snooty.

"Um, hello. I'm not talking to Siri's ass, Trina.

"Oakland," she squeaked.

"Trina!"

"I know. But I really wanted to come. This is Devante's best friend's party and I didn't want to go alone. I won't know anyone else there."

Trina was the opposite of Violet in that she was blinded by her desire for companionship. Most times she'd end up hurt or used, or both, only to make the same mistake with the next guy. Devante seemed to be a little better, but Violet hadn't met him yet, so she couldn't say for sure. Violet had a keen intuition and she rarely read people wrong. She was eager to see what Devante was all about.

Violet looked at the GPS and saw they only had about 10 minutes left on their ride. If they hadn't been so close, she would have turned back in the direction of her condo.

They pulled up to the home and compared to the others on the block, it looked out of place. It was, well, nice. No doubt an anomaly among the rest of what comes to mind of what people like Violet might think stereotypical Oakland looks like.

Violet groaned when she realized they'd have to park about a block down the street. Cars lined the area and she hoped the people who drove those cars weren't in the same place they were headed. It was a futile hope and as they got closer, the smell of ganja overwhelmed them. They were hit with another wave when they opened the door to the home.

"You're paying to get my hair washed, Trina!"

Violet was forced to yell in her friend's ear. Music was blaring from a wall of speakers to her right. It was artistic in a way. They resembled something she'd seen at a museum last summer in Brooklyn.

The pair weaved through the crowd of people. Some looked like Oakland natives, some looked like hipsters, others looked like something else entirely. It was just mid-afternoon but there were already people here and there passed out drunk.

A group of older men sat around playing spades and cracking jokes at each other. The sight was strange, down to the cheap fold away table. The house was immaculately decorated and the table just didn't fit in. Violet figured one of the men probably brought it with them. Maybe they lived just on the other side of this house on a block that looked more like the Oakland she saw on TV. She and Trina squeezed around the men to enter the kitchen, where they found Devante, but more importantly for Violet—drinks. She was already eager to leave and they'd just arrived. She meant what she said about leaving when she got fed up, but it wouldn't have been fair to tell her best friend she was ready to go now. Especially not after she saw the way Trina and Devante made heart eyes at each other.

"What up doe? I'm Devante." He extended his hand to her and she took it hesitantly.

The first thing she noticed was his strong accent. He was an Oakland native. Devante also wasn't yelling. The kitchen was far away enough from the speakers that one could have a conversation without risking losing their voice from screaming. They talked for about 20 minutes, but it was a one-sided dialogue that consisted of Violet asking him questions and him answering. He took her interrogation in stride, responding patiently and thoughtfully. At the end of it, she decided he was corny as fuck. But in a good way, kinda like Nick Cannon, but with a West Coast vibe. Her gut told her he was OK, for now. She wasn't interested in watching the two of them carry on like teenagers, so she made her way out of the kitchen and back out into the crowd.

She quickly regretted her decision as she was tossed about in the sea of people. She held her drink close to her chest, a strategy she hoped would save the Henny in her red Solo cup. Violet huffed as she finally made it to the front porch and glanced inside. There was a corner left and she scowled at it like that would magically refill it. She shotted the remaining liquid and licked what was left of the spillage from her index and middle fingers.

"Damn girl. That's how you feel?"

Violet nearly broke her neck moving her head in the direction of the voice. It came from across the porch. A shadowy figure stood just out of clear view, which was strange because it was still daylight outside. She hadn't noticed before, but the porch was of the wrap around variety and this person stood just as the porch took a turn for the other side of the house.

"Excuse me?" She was embarrassed that someone had seen her, but she'd be damned if she let one of these Oakland dudes shame her.

Shame.

Hmm.

The shadow man took a step forward and revealed himself to be quite interesting. She had a habit of looking at men she met from foot to head. She used to judge a man on his shoes first. She wasn't as shallow as she had once been, but the habit of doing it never went away. He wore a pair of those sock looking sneakers, gray joggers and a fitted long sleeve Henley tee. His thick muscular frame filled in everything beautifully.

To put it simply, he looked good.

"You ain't never been to the Town before, have you?" He took a few more steps into view and sat on an outdoor couch on the opposite side of the porch.

"What town?"

"Guess not," he scoffed.

She scrunched her brows confused and annoyed. She didn't like not knowing something. Was the Town a club? Maybe he thought he'd seen her there befo—

"Oakland. That's what we call Oakland."

Oh.

She watched him as he rolled his sleeves up casually, but there was anything casual about the way his forearms looked. Violet's intuition sensors started going haywire. The alarms in her head were about as loud as the music inside the house.

"Want more?" A sly half grin swept across his face as he tempted her, waving a nearly full fifth of Hennessy at her.

"You looked like you wanted more...the way you were licking those fingers a second ago."

She stared at him, fuming. Even more embarrassed now.

"C'mere."

She didn't want to, those alarms were still warning her to stay away from this man.

But Hennessy.

She took a deep breath as she rose and walked to him. The few steps felt like miles.

"Sit."

Violet plopped to the far end of the outdoor couch.

"Why you all the way over there? You scared?"

Yes.

She hadn't been close to a man this fine since—never, actually. He was the finest man she'd ever laid eyes on. She was certain of it now that she was up close. The realization made her nervous.

"What's your name babygirl?"

"I'm not your baby or a girl. Are you going to give me some or not?" She raised her empty cup to his face. Her attitude and entitlement was almost unattractive but it was something different than what he was used to. She intrigued him.

He grinned again, shifting closer to her.

"Yea, but first lick your fingers again for me."

Violet yelped at the request. She'd never been asked something so vulgar in such a forward manner, by a complete stranger. Had she not been in the hood and had this man not been so damn fine, she likely would have slapped him and got up to find her friend. She instead just stared at him appalled, offended and anxious.

He crept closer, as close as he could get, approaching her like a jaguar ready to pounce. The shadow man's arm rested behind her head on the back of the couch, the smell of him refusing to be ignored.

Mahogany.

Coconut.

Cedar.

The combination of sweetness and spice made blood rush through her veins like whitewater in a rapid. He leaned into her neck and her eyes fluttered at how close he was. She could feel the heat leaving his body.

"I don't like to repeat myself, babygirl." He rested his hand on the curve of her neck, his thumb rubbed back and forth across the length of her throat. He finally gave her a bit more breathing room, but his hand stayed put.

Violet was a deer in headlights. Completely struck by the situation. His boldness. His beauty. His dominance. And that she was fighting the fact she liked it. She glanced down at her own hand seriously contemplating doing it. Not for the Henny, but because she wanted to please him.

She looked back up at him.

"I-I dunno—"

And suddenly her fingers were in her mouth. He'd grabbed her hand while she was distracted trying to make a decision.

Violet's eyes widened and she let out a soft whimper as he guided her fingers in and out her mouth.

"That's right. Look at me. You got some pretty ass eyes." He spoke his words slowly and carefully, allowing her to see the slugs on his lower canines for the first time.

She cursed herself in her head as she now willingly sucked and licked on her fingers, giving him what he wanted.

After he was satisfied, he removed her fingers from her mouth and studied how wet and blush her lips were now. The thought of sliding his dick between them made him twitch.

"Open up." He tapped the bottle to her lips and gave her a shot's worth before pouring more in her cup. He got up and headed for the front door.

"Where are you going?" Her question sounded desperate. He heard it too, the smug look on his face was a clear indication of such.

"We going back inside. C'mon."

Violet sprung up like a weed. She was surprised to see his hand outstretched to her. She didn't want to take it so easily, but she knew the mass of people standing around on the other side of the door would likely separate them if she didn't. She held his hand and marveled at how warm it was. She felt this odd sense of comfort holding it.

Violet's gaze then became fixed on his arms and those scars. She moved her hand above his wrist and gently padded the first few rows on his forearm. The touch made him jerk his head back at her and the look he gave scared her enough to move her hand back to his and keep it there.

She noticed her and Shadow Man's walk was much easier than hers and Trina's. People seemed to move out of his way as he approached them. Some moved out of the way with a look of awe, it seemed. Or was it respect? Maybe even fear? His stride was smooth and confident as he parted the crowd like Moses and she wondered just what she was doing with him. What possessed her to follow him in here, holding his hand? What did he have planned for her?

She was relieved when they approached that table with the men playing cards. Maybe they were headed for the kitchen and Trina could talk some sense into her.

"Y'all old niggas still playing? Ain't it time for y'all to report back to the nursing home?" The table erupted in laughter. Violet even snickered to herself a bit. The Shadow Man had a sense of humor it seemed.

"If you don't get yo' mop head ass outta here, E," one of the old men replied.

Another gentleman threatened to 'whoop his ass' like they used to for wearing that size ‘smedium’ shirt.

"Watch ya mouf unc!" Shadow Man joked. Or was it E? The first man called him E. It should've mattered. She didn't plan on telling him her name anyway.

Violet was disappointed to see that her best friend wasn't in the kitchen. That meant she was on her own in trying to be rational about this situation.

"Why you looking like that?"

She raised a brow at him.

"All worried and shit." He pressed his thumb against the wrinkles between her brows. She was sure he didn't mean for it to be, but the action was calming. She shrugged at him and that seemed to be answer enough.

There were still a few people milling about in the kitchen, but it mostly cleared out when they entered the space. He seemed to know the few stragglers still there and it made her wonder just who he was.

"Who are you?"

He laughed at her question as he leaned on the counter across from her. He was taking too long to answer and her mind raced with the possibilities of who he might be.

"I don't like repeating myself either...E." She took a satisfied swig from her cup.

That'll teach him.

Shadow Man didn't seem to like it though. He quickly stepped to her and forced himself back into her space, clenching his jaws.

"You went to college, huh? Prolly grad school too." Not the response she expected but he was right, nevertheless.

"Yea. And?" She didn't feel as intimidated as she had before.

Had to be the Hennessy.

"You smart." She smiled at his compliment.

"Problem is," he continued, "You think you smarter than me and everybody else in here."

E was also a good read of people. He knew her type and she stuck out like a sore thumb here, but only because of her bougie ass disposition.

"You not though." He cupped her ass firmly.

"See, I know I'm smarter than yo uppity ass...Cuz I knew you'd like my hands on you like this."

He slapped her behind and the sting rang across the kitchen. The short, thin dress she wore did nothing to muffle the sound. She started to look around her to see if anyone was looking but he grabbed her chin, keeping her eyes and focus on him.

"And you weren't smart enough to stay away from me." Her heart pounded. He was telling her everything she knew already.

"Why should I stay away from you?"

"Exactly, babygirl."

What? That's wasn't an applicable answer to her question.

He was watching her lips again, but this time she noticed. His tight little eyelashes blinked slowly at her pout before traveling back up to her 'pretty ass eyes.'

"You wanna kiss me,” she whispered.

"That's a question or a statement?"

"You tell me, since you so smart, E." He slapped her ass again for her sarcastic remark. This time she didn't try to scan the room for a potential audience. She didn't seem to care.

His frame enveloped her, despite her being a good 5'8" and thickly. She rarely felt small but she did now and it was a complete turn on.

One hand on her ass and the other on her face was how he started the kiss. She started it with a gasp. His lips were velvety soft. Her eyes were open at first. She had to make sure he was really kissing her. When she saw his were closed, she followed suit and was thrust into a kiss unlike any kiss she'd had in her life. Who knew thug type niggas kissed like this? It was rough, yet gentle and hot all at the same time. He pulled away from her only after suckling her full lips and finishing their kiss with a surprisingly sweet final peck.

She was stuck there for a moment, eyes still closed and leaning towards him. Until she realized he was gone. She looked back out the kitchen, past the old man card table and saw his short, stiff, dreadlocked ponytail hovering just above the crowd. She darted out the kitchen after him.

She found the courage to muscle through the crowd, because this time she had good reason to. Her own height assisted in her effort to keep an eye on the tips of his locs. Where the fuck was he going? The fact that he'd abruptly left after their kiss made a swell of insecurity rise up in her, yet she continued following him.

Violet felt some relief when she saw him heading up a flight of stairs above her. She hurried to the base of the steps and took a deep breath. She didn't want to be here just an hour ago and now she was following the Shadow Man up the stairs in some stranger's house.

Those pesky sirens in her head were blaring now. She could barely hear her own thoughts.

When she saw him disappear into the darkness of the hallway upstairs, her feet involuntary took the first step, and the one after that, until she found herself at the top looking down into the sea of people below. She continued down the dark hall looking for him. There was a slightly ajar door at the end of it that had a light shining from underneath it.

She pushed the door open slowly. There were sketches and what looked like computer parts all over the room. She gave herself a tour of the room and assessed that whoever lived in this house was probably a genius or at least smart as hell.

Impressive.

She was intrigued to the point that she momentarily forgot about him. When she was done being nosy, she headed for the door, flipped the light off and simultaneously felt two hands around her throat. The strength of the person was terrifying. It had only been a few seconds and she already felt lightheaded. Violet's arms flailed around, trying to grasp the light switch. If she was going to die tonight, she would at least see her killer. They must have sensed her plan and pulled her closer to them.

Mahogany.

Coconut.

Cedar.

"E...," she croaked as her hand made contact with the forearm of her attacker. His raised skin gave him away. She felt relieved that she knew it was him, despite the fact that his grip hadn't loosened around her neck.

"Please...I'm gonna...pass out..." she tapped at his hand and he released her.

"The fuck you doing up here, babygirl?!"

[ch4nb4ng]

Can We Share ?

Pairings: Chan x fem reader x changbin

word count: 2.2k

Genre: smut, fwb

Warning: oral sex, shower sex, intercourse, threesome

Request: Could I pls have a smut where reader ends up hooking up with fwb/Changbin in Chan's room and Chan catches them? You can do whatever your pretty little heart desire afterwards hehehe

“ugh, god changbin,” you moaned, enjoying the way he took you from behind, hand pulling on your hair, “you know just how to fuck me don’t you?”

“of course i do,” changbin groaned, “fuck you feel so fucking good- i’m gonna cum soon.”

“me too, i’m so fucking close changbin- make me cum.”

“just a little longer,” he grunted, letting his thrusts become sloppy.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

changbin suddenly came to a halt. slightly frustrated, you turned around to ask him what happened, but then the problem had been spotted.

“oh shit,” you mumbled, falling off the bed, and covering yourself with the clothes trailing across the floor, “hey.”

“hello y/n, is it?”

chan nervously coughed, “what are you doing here?”

“well,” you nervously laughed, coming out in a high pitch tone , “i had no idea you were going to be home early.”

turning your head to changbin, a pained smile appeared on your lips.

“early? care to explain, changbin?”

“chan, why didn’t you tell me you were going to be home early?” changbin mumbled, obvious annoyance in his voice. 

“i did, bro,” chan replied awkwardly, “i thought you would have checked your phone, but i guess you were um... busy- uh, yeah, anyways! i’m gonna watch some TV, bye!”

grabbing your panties, you slowly slid them up your legs. you then paused. this was the first time you had ever met any of changbin’s roommates, and god, was he attractive.

“I’m sorry y/n-”

“that’s chan?”

changbin’s eyebrows furrowed, “yeah?”

“he’s kinda hot.”

you paused, trying to see whether or not the look of confusion on his face would change.

you then continued by saying, “damn, i’d fuck him if we weren’t, you know.”

changbin’s face of confusion turned into a smirk. reclipping your bra, you sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for changbin to answer your left field remark.

“so, why don’t you play with both of us.. at the same time?”

you swallowed nervously.

“at the s-same time?” you stuttered, nerves beginning to take over your body. you were ‘no innocent little girl’, but you had never tried something like this before. clenching your thighs together, you closed your eyes, already feeling the arousal slowly creep back into your body.

“yeah,” changbin smiled, “but if you aren’t comfortable-”

“i’ll do it,” you blurted out, “let’s do it right now.”

A smirk returning back to his face, he walked out of the room, checking to see where chan was. he scoffed, ‘so predictable’ he thought. making his way back to you, he said nothing, grabbing your wrist, and pinning you up against the closest wall.

“okay, so-” changbin whispered, gently dragging his fingertips up and down your arms, “he’s working on some music on the dinner table. let’s go into the kitchen and put a show on for him.”

biting down on your bottom lip, goosebumps raising on your skin. changbin’s touch had never been so delicate before. nodding in agreement, he grabbed your wrist, dragging you into the kitchen. looking up from his computer, chan gave you a small nod, trying to somewhat avert your gaze.

finally dragging you to the kitchen, changbin smirked, drawing playful circles on your waist before slamming you against the kitchen counter. attaching his lips to you, your eyes fell closed, letting his tongue sneak into your mouth, temperature in your body already rising. changbin smiled against your lips as the small moan danced across his tongue.

“sit on the counter, babygirl.”

hoisting yourself up, you moved changbin’s hand to your neck, pushing your back flat against the countertop. lifting up your skirt, he chuckled, aware of your neediness as he examined the wet patch on your panties.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?”

“chan come on,” he hissed, “i can see your boner from a mile away.”

a nervous cough passed from chan’s lips.

“come on, channie,” you moaned, feeling changbin’s fingertips run along your inner thighs, “give me a turn.”

chan bit down hard on his bottom lip, confliction evidently shadowing his face. slowly beginning to make his way over, your arousal consuming you deeper, loving the way you had two boys wanting you. slipping a hand into his boxers set off something in you. your arousal was increasing by the second, lust on the rise. rapidly discarding your shirt, changbin made his way back up to your lips, enjoying the feeling of how you melted against his touch. a soft groan escaped your lips. the feeling of changbin’s already hardened cock grinding against you was divine, but the way chan was holding back his moans, covering himself up from you was absolutely exquisite. it was to die for.

“chan,” you begged while changbin continued his playful assault on your left nipple, “do you want to touch me?”

the look of mortification on his face was priceless. ‘so precious,’ you thought, ‘i could ruin him in seconds.” he was hesitant, almost like he was waiting for changbin’s approval- of what seemed to be his territory. giving him the look, he turned around, notching chan’s frigid state.

“you heard her,” changbin growled, “do what she says.”

once you were close enough to him, you pulled on his stretchy waistband, dragging him next to your body. pushing changbin off for a moment, you sat up, placing your hand on top of chan’s head and pushing him down to his knees, to level him with where you wanted him.

spreading your legs open, chan gave you one more look, making you blink a few times. the colour of his eyes completely changed. what once was a soft, innocent brown, became a pure black. veins popping out of his neck, hands leaving his pants and spreading your legs completely open. a wave of excitement overcame you. changbin watched with intense concentration. his favorite part was when chan stuck out two fingers, watching you suck on them with vigorous conviction. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as chan spread your pussy lips, barely touching your clit with his soaked fingers.

“mhm,” you moaned, letting your tongue roll between your teeth, “you have such good hands baby.” he chuckled, satisfied by your sudden response to his reactions. pushing a bit deeper, chan continued to tease, sliding his fingertips up and down your opening. unbuckling his trousers, changbin’s hard-on became prominent. hands traveling to his clothed cock, he couldn’t help but smirk, enjoying the way your body reacted to chan.

“you like that, babygirl?” changbin growled, voice getting deeper by the second, “tell me princess, use your words.”

“it feels so good,” you stifled, feeling the sudden wet contact of chan’s tongue slipping into you, “love the way his tongue feels in my pussy. s-so good.” seeing you like this was changbin’s favorite sight. he began to stroke himself, now able to imagine the way you two would look from an outside perspective. leaning over, you looked up at changbin, eyes wide and innocent as your mouth landed on his tip, lips covered in his saltiness.

“you like the taste?”

“mhm,” you hummed against him, the vibration running down changbin’s legs. the look of pleasure on his face sent you into another dimension. wrapping your lips completely around him, your head began to bob, taking in his full length, eagerness to keep that look of satisfaction on his face. simultaneously choking on changbin’s cock, while moaning at the way chan’s tongue flicked against your clit was making you slowly lose your sanity. the all too familiar knot already began to build in your stomach as chan kept an unforgiving pace, letting his hands continuously roam your body.

“ahh,” chan growled, replacing his tongue with his fingers, “don’t you love how wet i made you?”

“mhm,” you groaned against changbin’s cock. taking him out of your mouth, he groaned, enjoying the mixture of saliva and cum messily dripping from your chin, showering you in spurts. using both of your hands, you gasped, hearing the inhumane sounds that began to uncontrollably fall from his mouth.

“fuck, that’s so hot,” you mumble, turning to chan, “i’m so wet for you baby.” 

“I know you are.” 

reaching down into his own pants, a low groan left his lips, hitting your now extremely sensitive spot, making your legs shake. grabbing your wrist, changbin walked away from you, wanting a nice view of chan completely devouring your pussy. giving chan a light tap on his shoulder, he stood up, aching for this view of you. desperate, needy, and flustered.

“look at you,” chan smirked, lightly groping himself, “you look so pretty with changbin’s cum dripping down your neck and pretty tits. i think we need to clean you up.” sitting up, your ears perked, loving the idea of them rinsing you and feeling you up. grabbing your wrist, changbin let you off the counter, dragging you to the bathroom. a groan escaped your lips, enjoying the way the steamy droplets of water cascaded down your body. both of the boys, now fully naked, crept behind the glass and strategically placing themselves against you. chan in front of you, changbin behind you. a blush began to adorn your cheeks, feeling their lengths pressed up against you. small groans escaped changbin as you reached behind your back and started to stroke his length. you continued to sloppily make out with chan at the same time. smirking against chan’s needy lips, he smiled, stroking himself before grabbing your by the waist and pressing you up against the glass frame. chest pressed against the icey glass, you gasped heavily, aggressively biting down on your bottom lip as you felt chan and changbin’s leaky tips slide up and down your folds. 

“fucking hell,” you grumbled, “ just fuck me already.”

“ah ah,” chan replied, “ask us again nicely, or you won’t get anything.”

a whine escaped your lips, “please, please fuck me.”

you wanted to scream as they continued to tease you. everything was starting to heat up, including your blood level once chan began to push in, a loud groan of relief coming from you. changbin grabbed your hair, wrapping it up in a ponytail and pushing your head back. your eyes were wide open, enjoying the way chan’s girth completely filled you up, tits pushing into the steaming glass with each thrust. you could see changbin right next to you, happily stroking himself at the sight, lips ghosting over your shoulder blade. turning your head, you grabbed his chin, pushing him up and slamming your lips against his. tongues fighting each other as the muscles in your boy began to tense. passion filling chan’s body as he slammed into you, in a consistent rhythmic movement.

“god chan,” you grumbled, slowly losing control of your body, giving into his touch.

“tell me how it feels baby,” he growled, pressing up against you, nose digging into your ear, “how does my cock feel inside of you?”

“you feel so good baby,” you whimper, feeling your high coming, “i love the way your cock fills me up.”

His thrusts started to become sloppy. you chuckled, he was close, you could feel his cock twitching. you clenched around him, feeling his jaw clench at the sudden but intense feeling. changbin smirked. he knew you so well. you were close too. it was his favorite sight. seeing you completely wrecked , mascara smothered across your cheeks, knees shaking. it was almost enough to just tip him over the edge. reaching down to grab your waist, he looked up at you,

“look at you,” he whispered, “you’re about to come undone.”

“pfft,” you scoffed, “not even close.”

he rolled his eyes, slightly frustrated by your stubbornness. taking his hand off your hips, he smirked as he began to flick at your clit, making your hands smash against the glass frame. 

“look at you,” chan hissed, lips fixated on your lobe, “so weak from our touch. do you wanna cum?”

“yeah i do.”

“yeah?”

“yes, please!”

“cum all over my cock princess.”

his words drive you over the edge, a large groan coming from you as your body completely gave way. you were in shock. changbin was dominant, but you never came just from his words. he laughed, continuing to flick your clit, making you lose any sense of control you had over yourself, body beginning to shake under him. falling to your knees, you bit down on your lip, watching changbin and chan stroke themselves in all their glory. wet hair sticking to their faces, both tangled in a drenched mess, an ache began to form at your core. you were so sensitive, anything, especially this view of two men about to cum because of you could tip you over the edge once again.

“are you waiting for our cum?”

“mhm,” you poured, looking up at them with innocent eyes.

“look at you on your knees,” changbin growled, “such a good girl, so pretty for us.”

opening your mouth, you closed your eyes, letting their hot spurts decorate your face, coating your entire face and chest. scooping the excess cum, you sucked your finger into your mouth, excessively sucking on it. struggling to catch your breath, you stood up, both giving them a kiss on the cheek.

“i could get used to this kind of arrangement.”

[rainbowshawn]

Prove It

A/N: I’m fiiiinally back! Sorry it took so long for me to finally post again. My life has kind of hit a low point and I lost pretty much all motivation to write. The past month has been an absolute shit show for me but y’all have been so so so supportive so thank you! Hopefully this isn’t too bad, my writing skills are real rough lol.

Warnings: smut, spanking, dom!shawn, language

Summary: Shawn’s stubble. That’s it.

Word Count: 4.2k

The sound of the door clicking shut was the first thing to break your attention away from your book all night. Your eyes quickly dart up, watching your boyfriend stumble into your shared space for the first time in a few weeks. Shawn had been in New York, attending some not-so-fun business meetings regarding his new album and you could just sense the stress rolling off of him in waves.

You watch as he tosses his keys on the counter and kicks his shoes off haphazardly, leaving them in the middle of the floor to your dismay. He looks exhausted, that much is evident by his messy hair and sunken in eyes but it’s only when he sits next to you, pulling you into his lap that you notice the stubble decorating his defined chin.

“Hey there, handsome,” you sing, cupping his face in your hand as your other arm drapes around his shoulders.

He leans into your soft palm, moving his face briefly to press a kiss to it before quietly responding, “Hi, beautiful. Missed you.”

Your lips meet his, lingering only for a moment before breaking apart again. His eyes are half-lidded, riddled with sleep. You brush your fingers through his hair, ghosting gently against his ears knowing how soothing he finds the action. The two of you catch up for a few minutes, talking about the past few days since he didn’t have too much time to call you. You smile at him softly while he talks, biting your lip as you thumb across the prickly hair on his chin.

“Gone for a week and now you’re all grown up on me, hm?” you tease, watching him blush bashfully as he giggles.

“What do you mean?” he asks, oblivious as ever, looking at you with a confused expression.

“This stubble!” you sing, giggling at his unawareness.

“Ahh,” he hums, suddenly aware of the prickly hair he’d been ignoring all week, “Didn’t feel like shaving, been too tired. I kinda hate it,”

He fiddles with a stray thread on your sweater, avoiding your gaze as you keep petting his curls. You kiss his warm forehead and breathe in his intoxicating scent for the first time in days.

“Mmm, I don’t usually like facial hair but it looks so sexy on you,” you hum, threading your fingers into his locks and tugging teasingly.

His breath hitches at the sensation and he feels his member immediately plump up a bit in his tight jeans. His lip sneaks between his teeth, turning the pink skin white with pressure. You watch it slowly snap back into place and decide they’re ultimately too inviting to resist. Your lips move in sync, sliding and nipping.

His body aches for you after days apart. His soul yearned for you in your absence and he felt unimaginable relief and desire flush his veins as you sat atop of him. His strong palms grab your hips, helping you sling your leg across so you could straddle him. The back of the couch supports him as he leans his weight back, tugging you with him. The kiss is dizzying and you giggle as you feel his stubble begin to scrape down your neck as he dresses you with kisses.

He hums against your skin inquisitively, not bothering to stop his affection.

“Mmm, you’re scratchy,” you hum, craning your neck back as he gives you occasional little nips.

His head pops up instantly, lips resting under your chin as he stammers out, “Want me to go shave? I’m sorry, baby, I’ll get rid of it and then we can keep kissing. Wanna love on you,”

You only giggle more as you take in his concerned expression as he’s trying to lift you off of his lap and stand up.

“No, no, bubby! I like it!” you assure, grabbing his face and ghosting his lips with your own once again, “You look like a man.”

His eyebrows knit together and his palms squeeze your hips tightly as he shoots you an offended look, “I am a man!”

You can tell he’s only half offended but you decide to tease him further; curious as to where you could take the night.

“Mmm, yeah?” you hum teasingly, twirling a stray curl that had fallen into his eyes around your finger.

“I am.”

“Prove it then,”

He practically growls, leaning back into your plump, waiting lips. Your hips rut against his as your mouths work together. The kiss is urgent and most definitely overflowing with passion. The air is stolen from your chest as he presses his stiff member into you. The kiss falters slightly as you gasp into his mouth while your fingers tug at his curls. His hands leave shrill goosebumps in their wake as they trail from your waist down to your hips where they assist your movements against him, gripping so tightly you wouldn’t be shocked if they left tiny little bruises under your skin.

His hands rock you back and forth against him, pulling your centers as close together as he can possibly get them. You groan into his mouth at the delicious friction and it’s only seconds later that he has you flipped onto your back. The kiss breaks for a moment; Shawn pulling away to get a good look at you for the first time in days. His eyes have a deep hunger festered inside of them and you shudder against the couch you’re laid out on. His greedy fingers peel off your top, discarding it to the side and then loop into your pants, leaving you with only panties underneath him.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he pants, worked up from the steamy moment, “You don’t even realize.”

A smile breaks across your face, imperfectly perfect and he swears he feels his heart do a flip deep in his chest.

“You gonna stare at me for the rest of the night or are you gonna make me feel good, big boy?” you tease, blushing madly as he returns to kissing your bare skin.

“Gonna be a brat or do you want to cum tonight, babygirl?” he tuts back without missing a beat; stopping to flick his tongue against your hardened nipple. Your back arches and you bite down on your lip as you feel his stubble scraping against your delicate skin, leaving the most delicious burn behind. If he wasn’t slotted between your legs, you know his words would’ve made your trembling thighs clench together.

His attention goes to the other side for a moment before his lips kiss down your sternum, to your bellybutton, and soon to the top of your panties. The feeling of kisses lingers longer than normal from the added sensation from his stubble and you can’t say you mind one bit. Your body is riddled with goosebumps and you feel your arousal pooling between your legs as he gazes up at you.

His fingers loop into the sides of your panties but his eyes are searching for your consent. It’s only when you mutter out a small ‘please’, that he tugs the fabric down your legs. His large hands quickly grab your shins, folding you up and spreading you open for his greedy eyes. His plump lips hang open at the sight of you; wet and needy beneath him.

“Fuck,” he whispers, mostly to himself, “look at you, babe. All this for me?”

His honey eyes are somehow darker at the sight of you. The dim lighting in the living room only accentuated his sharp features and he could faintly see the deep crimson blush adorning your cheeks. Your breath hitches as you watch his tongue slide over his bottom lip while his eyes bore into yours.

Your blood is laced with desire and you have to fight like a dog to hold yourself back from pulling him to where you need him the most. You know you poked the bear and you’d do anything for him to give you what you want. Your body was aching for him and you decide you don’t have time for any games.

It’s only seconds later that he’s laid out on his stomach, peppering kisses to your thighs. You whimper lightly as his lips tease your sensitive skin; kissing everywhere except where you want- no, need him.

His eyes are fixated on you, watching for every reaction to his trained touch. His lips ghost up your thigh, sucking teasingly on the spot where your leg meets your core. Your thighs clench around his head for a split second before a smack against your bum pulls you out of your haze.

“Sit still,” he asserts, moving closer to your dripping heat. You sigh, trying your best to relax into his embrace. “Be a good girl.”

His lips finally press kisses up your slit and you hum with satisfaction. You feel his tongue poke out, sliding against your bundle of nerves slowly. You’re aching for more, this much he knows. But he’s gonna make you pay for your teasing.

“Ah-” you yelp as his teeth nip at your clit, tugging gently before soothing it with his tongue. Your legs try to shut but his hands are still planted on your shins, keeping you opened up for his taking. He shoots you a warning with his eyes while a smirk makes its way across his lips. Little shit.

His wet tongue stays at a slow pace for a moment- he likes it when you get needy. Your little choked sighs are making his member ache in his tight pants but he’s too fucked to care. He’s too busy savoring the taste of you to even notice. His tongue picks up its pace, swirling around your bundle with ease. His lips stop occasionally, sucking on your plush center before picking back up with his skilled tongue. His coarse hair rubs at your sensitive button, making you groan at the new feeling.

“Shawn, fuck-“ you blurt, reaching for his hair out of habit. Your hand jerks to a stop, falling to your side instead; not wanting the pleasure to stop in case he punishes you.

Your eyes fall down to where he resides between your legs and you moan at the sight of him. His eyes are closed, lashes softly lying atop of his rosy cheeks. His lips are swollen and pink, covered in your juices. The sound of your moan prompts his eyes open, softly fluttering until they meet yours. A smirk sneaks across his lips as his tongue flicks at you.

“Feel good, baby?” he whispers, breath fanning across your core, “Like how my tongue feels?”

“God, it's so good,” you mutter, head falling back against the armrest of the white couch.

You don’t notice his hand sneaking up until his fingers are threading between yours. His warm palm envelops yours, squeezing tightly as he continues his attention on your throbbing center. You take it as an okay to touch him; sneaking your fingers under his soft tee with your other hand and tracing illegible patterns on his back.

He hums, vibrating against you and you buck your hips against his face. His free hand moves and you gasp when you feel two of his fingers prodding at your entrance before slowly slipping in. The feeling of your tight walls tugging on his digits has him aching; rutting against the couch for any friction.

“So tight, babylove,” he grunts against you, mostly to himself. “Got your pussy all wet for me, hm?”

His fingers are pumping in and out of you, assisting his tongue in pulling you closer to the edge. Your skin burns against his stubble but you welcome the sting. The feeling is different but so fucking addicting.

“Shawnshawnshawn,” you pant moments later, creeping towards the blissful edge, “don’t fucking stop,”

He doesn’t, he only picks up his speed as he feels your walls getting impossibly tighter around him. Seconds later he takes in your demeanor; arched and breathless, before he sits back on his knees, replacing his tongue with his thumb. He flicks at you ruthlessly, watching your center pulsate as you explode.

It’s in this moment that he realizes how hungry he is; how selfish. How he wants more, more, more. He wants to please you over and over.

“Fuck that was beautiful, lovey,” he whispers against your lips, shifting to lay his body weight on top of you. Your legs wrap around his waist tugging him closer to you. Your lips meet in a sloppy kiss and it’s on minutes later that he’s got you worked up once again.

“You ready for me?” his voice is low and rugged in your ear, begging for more. Your eyes flutter open, swimming with desire from your last orgasm. You nod quickly, pulling his t-shirt off of his sculpted body. He stands up, making quick work of his jeans and boxers. You whimper at the sight of his member springing up against his stomach, smacking against it with a dull thud.

“C’mere, love,” he says, extending his hand out to help you up. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you to his lips quickly before turning you around. “Want you on your knees.”

His hands rest on your waist, assisting you in situating yourself on the couch. You're knelt on the plushy cushion with your elbows propped on the back of the couch. You spare a glance behind you, shooting him a lustful gaze as he presses his hips into your bum. Chills trickle down your spine as he palms your cheeks, spreading you open for his taking.

“God, look at this fuckin’ ass,” he grumbles, landing a smack against your right side, “You look so pretty bent over for me.”

With all the hormones pumping through your system, you’re left speechless. Wordlessly you wiggle your ass around for him, making him groan at the way your plush bum jiggles. Another slap lands across your ass, leaving a red, blotchy print behind.

“Behave.”

You whimper, pressing your face into the white cushion. He takes his time behind you, admiring your physique. His heart is pounding in his chest as he takes you in. All of you. The curve of your spine. Your hair swung over one shoulder. The smoothness of your skin.

Your pull on him leaves an ache in his bones. Somehow always satisfied, but he just can’t seem to get enough of you. You make his knees weak. His heart race. And he knows he’ll never be the same.

Your back arches further as he takes his member in his hand and presses into you. You yelp briefly at the stretch of him sinking inside you. He watches with hooded eyes as his length disappears in your velvety walls and shudders at the feeling. Whimpers falling out of your chest signal to him that you’re still adjusting so he gives you one tiny thrust before he gives you a moment to stretch out.

“Man enough, babe?” he mutters cockily; pressing sloppy kisses to your bare shoulder.

“Mmm, not sure yet,” you tease, turning back to watch him.

Shawn isn’t one to get his ego hurt, really. But something inside him is itching, clawing it’s way out to prove himself to you. He knows he always leaves you satisfied- he was hyper-aware of your pleasure at all times. But tonight is different.

Your words encourage him to deliver another pointed thrust deep inside you; pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. His hand comes down on your thigh- hard.

“Oh fuck,” you choke out, knowing you’re really in for it tonight.

“If I wasn’t man enough, you wouldn’t be dripping down your fucking legs, princess,” he whispers casually in your ear; voice dripping with lust. At his words, your hips rut back into his; signaling that you were ready for him. With that, he’s off for the races.

Although you know what to expect, you’re still taken by surprise when his hips slam into you. He sets a brutal pace from the get-go and you can only whine in response.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ wreck you,” he moans, throwing his head back.

“Fuck, Shawn, please.” you pant, rutting your hips back against him.

He knocks the air out of your lungs as he thrusts deep inside of you. Your moans are muffled by the cushion you’ve buried your face in and his cock swells impossibly thicker than he ever thought possible at the sounds. He delivers a series of deep thrusts, making dull harmonies of skin against skin ring through the air.

“Being so good for me,” he blurts, smacking your ass again, “my good fuckin’ girl,”

A fire is being lit deep in your tummy as he rails into you. It’s only when his skilled fingers sneak around you and press into your clit that your moans double. Your body jerks forward but his strong hand grips your hip and yanks you back to him.

“I’m yours, Shawn,” you whine, trying to stabilize yourself on your shaky thighs.

“That’s right, babe. Who makes you feel this good?”

“You do,” you reply quickly, craning your neck back as pleasure envelops you.

Your neck is further extended as his hand gets a grip of your hair, pulling you back to look at him.

“Say my name.”

His tone creates butterflies deep in the pit of your gut. It’s darker than usual; raspier and deep. It makes you wanna do anything he asks. Makes you wanna scream out your lungs for him.

“S-Shawn,” you stammer, “you make me feel so fucking good,”

Your praise goes straight to his dick, making him throb inside of you. He’s a pleaser, that’s for sure. Now is no exception as he collides into you, pulling sweet melodies from your chest.

“You’re taking my cock so well, baby. Takin’ me so well in that little pussy,”

He watches as his length disappears deep inside of you. Watches your walls wrap around him, getting tugged with the motions. You’re getting tighter and tighter around him as his fingers still swirl against your sensitive button. You feel his veiny cock dragging in and out as he pounds into you at a ruthless pace and clench around him.

“Gonna cum for me? That pussy wants to cum, doesn’t it?” he teases, speeding his fingers up.

“God, please let me cum Shawn,” you beg, “please.”

“Cum baby, cum on my cock” he pants, preparing for the throbbing feeling, “give it to me.”

It’s only seconds later that the coil in your stomach snaps, clenching repeatedly on him. You throb uncontrollably around him, tugging his cock beautifully. His breath hitches at the feeling and he keeps up his pace, fucking you through your high. Your quiet moans reach a boiling point, now echoing through the room and mixing with the sound of your bodies colliding. His eyes practically bulge out of his head as he watches your cunt squeeze him.

“Feel so fuckin good. Gonna make me cum, babygirl,” he blurts out, stammering a bit. His pace is choppier now, faltering a bit as your walls pull him closer to his high.

“Cum in me Shawn, I’m all yours” you whine, trying to get him there, “Fill me up, baby, I wanna feel it.”

His head tosses back as he pounds into you, feeling heat creeping up from his toes. His breath is ragged as he collapses into you, still hammering away at your center. Only seconds later he’s cumming; thick globs inside of you. Your core flutters around him at the feeling, furthering his pleasure.

“Fuck, princess,” he grunts, slowing his hips down gradually as the bliss becomes too much.

A few moments later, he’s tugging his shaft out of you. You shudder as your body releases him, feeling suddenly empty. You collapse back into the couch, chest heaving as you pull your mind back together after your second earth-shattering orgasm of the night. The last thing you’re expecting is to feel his hands prying your legs apart again.

“Shaaawn,” you whine, eyes popping open to gaze up at him in disbelief. Fuck, he’s insatiable.

Your thighs clench when his long fingers slide against you, scooping up some of the cum that was oozing out of you. He only smirks in response, extending his hand out to your mouth, prompting you with his eyes.

The scene is filthy; him slipping his fingers into your waiting mouth, licking up your shared juices like you can’t get enough. And really, you can’t. The simple action already has you throbbing and wanting more. You hum around his fingers, eyes fluttering shut.

“Want you to give me another one. Think you can give it to me, lovey?” he inquires softly, contrasting his dominant demeanor.

You nod slowly with his fingers still deep in your mouth. He pulls them back quickly, moving to prod them at your sopping wet entrance.

“Look at that pretty cunt,” he whispers, “Dripping with my cum, hmm?”

He hums as he spreads the cloudy liquid up to your sensitive clit. You cry out as his calloused fingers start playing with it once again; swirling effortlessly. Your face is burning red and your chest heaves as he plays with your overstimulated center.

His eyes are fixated on your pink slit, dripping wet. All for him. He watches as he sinks two long fingers deep inside of you, hooking them to find the spongy spot deep within your walls. His pace starts off slow, working you back up after two beautiful orgasms. He’s amazed at his effect on you. Amazed that you’re his. It’s pure devotion. Forever. He couldn’t ask for anything more.

“So fuckin wet,” he whispers, rubbing your thigh with his free hand.

“Shawn, oh my god,” you whine as he picks up speed again.

His fingers coax in and out of you, curling perfectly every time. He hits your spot with ease, getting deeper than you ever could. He sits up a little straighter, using his free hand to start playing with your clit again. Your chest is burning with fire, mumbling out incoherent words as he works you back up.

“Come on baby, give me one more,” he murmurs, focusing his eyes on your center.

You’re gripping at your breasts aimlessly, trying to hold onto any bit of this world as you hurdle towards another orgasm. His fingers jam into you roughly, tugging beautiful whines out of your pink lips. Your thighs are shaking and his wrists ache but fuck, he’s lost in you.

His efforts only need to go on for seconds longer before you finally explode for him again. Your body shakes against the couch, overwhelmed with bliss. The feeling is almost too much but the way his eyes are trained on your fluttering center rids your mind of everything else. He watches in amazement as your tight walls clench around his fingers, pushing out more of his cum. The sight is filthy and he can only hang his jaw in response.

He fucks you with his fingers until you’re pushing his hand away, overstimulated by his passionate treatment. He unsheathes you and crawls back up your body slowly before pressing kisses to your sweaty hairline.  

“Did so good,” he whispers into your ear, brushing your hair softly, “So good for me, sweet girl.”

Tears leak down past your temples and into your hair as you take deep breaths. His expression shifts and he thumbs at the wet streaks, clearing them off of your blushed face.

“You okay, baby? Too much? Did I hurt you?” he stammers out quickly, suddenly concerned.

You shake your head, giggling softly, “No, just felt so good,”

He smiles down at you, blushing wildly before he presses his swollen lips to yours. You share a brief passionate kiss before he breaks away, pulling you into his lap.

“So,” he starts, brushing his fingers up your spine, “Did I prove it?”

“Mhm,” you nod, smiling softly as you brush your nose against his.

You’re typically quiet after sex, especially after three rounds. It’s how he knows you’re satisfied. He just breathes you in, taking in your embrace after spending too long apart. His lips press against your burning cheek, stamping little pecks of love across your skin as you fiddle with his curls.

“Missed you so much,” you whisper into the still air; finally feeling safe in his arms again.

“Missed you too, lovey. We get a few weeks together now. No interruptions,” he replies softly, leaning his forehead against yours. You giggle in response,

“Maybe we can have more nights like tonight,”

“Oh, believe me,” he insists, raising his eyebrows, “we will.”

You sit together for a few more moments, just re-familiarizing yourselves with each other until he speaks up again,

“How ‘bout I run you a bath?” he pitches, searching your tired eyes for a response. His lips trail across your face, still pressing occasional kisses there, leaving a slight sting behind as his prickly hairs rub against your skin.

“Mmm, sounds lovely. Would you wanna join me, maybe?”

“Of course, sweet pea,” he chuckles, picking you up with ease and carrying you off to the bathroom.

“Maybe I can throw your razor out while you aren’t looking,”

“What?!”

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Tease (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: It's (Y/N)'s birthday and Ashton has planned a little private party. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Striptease / Oral; Female Receiving) (Request: @shamelessaussiefangirl​) (Words: 1.9k) 

"What time are you going to be back from work?" Ashton asks me as I rub some lotion on my skin post-shower. "I don't know. 6, 6-ish... Depends... Why are you asking?" I ask him, turning my head to look at him. "I just want to make dinner plans for us tonight." He shrugs his shoulders and I groan, my face morphing in an unwilling expression. "Can we just get takeout? I wanna be with you tonight, just you." I ask and he hums, pecking on my bare shoulder. "Whatever birthday girl wants, birthday girl gets. Any preferences for the cake?" He asks. "It can be whatever you want, as long as it is chocolate cheesecake." I comment and he chuckles. "That leaves so many options..." He mocks me, tracing his finger over my skin. "Birthday girl gets what birthday girl wants." I shrug, standing up from the bed. "She sure does... Especially when she looks mighty fine like you do." He whistles, making me roll my eyes at him. "Are you trying to get in my pants, Irwin?" I ask him, picking up the outfit I've picked for the day. "Is it working? Because I have more if it doesn't." He states and I bite my lip, kinda into his whole mood right now. "Oh, it is working alright. You will just have to wait until I get back from work." I chuckle and he hums. "I'll be right here waiting, princess." He winks, eyeing me up and down as I dress up.

My day at work has been pretty boring; other than the birthday cake my colleagues brought for me, I had nothing else interesting at work. Maybe because my mind was stuck back at home, imagining me spending the day with Ashton. My first birthday since we've moved in together, and I really hoped I could have spent it with him instead of at work.

I push my key in the keyhole, unlocking the door and letting myself in. The first thing I notice is the flowers all over the floor. From roses to baby's breath and wildflowers, the floor is full of paths made of them. "Ash?" I call, leaving my purse and keys on the island by the entrance. "Dinning room. Go wash up." He responds, making me strut cheerfully to the bathroom. I have been absolutely famished for the past couple of hours, and I really wanted to have dinner the moment I walk into the house.

I find him leaning back against the table, wearing a pair of leather pants and a white shirt that is ridiculously buttoned way low, giving me plenty of a view of his chest. "Hi there." I greet him, licking my lips at the sight; really appreciate the fact he hasn't shaved his little chaff yet, which really makes him look a little rougher. "Sit." He orders, pulling a chair out for me. "Where's the food?" I ask and he points at the chair. "I said sit." He says sternly, making me press my thighs together at the tone of his voice. "Promise you are not going to laugh at me..." He says, turning to grab his phone. "When have I laughed at you?" I ask and he cocks an eyebrow at me. "Wanna have this conversation, really?" He asks me, starting the music. He leaves the phone on the table as Birthday Sex starts playing, and he moves before me, swaying to the beat of the music as he unbuttons his shirt more.

I bring my hands to cover my mouth, eyes sparkling with excitement as he strips for me. "Holy fuck." I utter, scanning him as he moves his hips. He was never much of a dancer, but he looks way too sexy right now. He moves closer, grabbing my wrists and putting my hands on his body. "You learned how to dance? For me?" I ask and he hums, letting my hands roam his body as he moves. "I saw the way you were gawking at the guys from Magic Mike..." He replies thrusting his hips forward. "You look so much better than all the guys combined..." I comment and he hums. "I know I do. I've been planning this for 2 months now..." He states and I gasp, feeling a little special that he put so much effort into my birthday surprise. "Wanna help me unzip the pants?" He asks, pushing my hand down until it grazes over his bulge. "You are hard..." I whisper and he nods. "Wanna see how hard?" He asks, rolling his hips. I look at him mesmerized, my tongue wetting my lips. My hand reaches for the button of his pants, opening it and sliding down until it opens and he lowers it down his hips. He pulls them completely off, kicking them to the side. He leans closer, placing his hands on my thighs and lowering himself as he spreads them, making my skirt rise up.

He starts kissing along my thigh, all the way towards my slit, which has been pulsing since he started his little show. "You are wet, aren't you? You are wet for me?" He asks, his eyes darkening. "You don't even know..." I moan and he hums, pleased by his achievement. "Oh, I think I know." He slips his hand under my skirt, running two fingers along my core over my panties. My body jolts and I slide on the chair, giving him a bit more access. "I shouldn't leave you dripping on like that..." He says, hooking his arms under my thighs. He picks me up, carrying me only for a few seconds until we reach the table.

He unzips the zipper of my skirt, making my shimmy out of it as he pulls it down. I work on taking off my blouse, arching my back as I raise it off my body. Ashton spreads my legs and kneels between them, pulling me closer to his face. He pulls my underwear to the side, giving my core a long lick, from my entrance to my clit, flicking his tongue over it before he hooks his fingers into the hem of my underwear and tearing them apart. He gets right into business, burying his face in and swirling his tongue around between my folds. My eyes flutter the moment his tongue curls on my clit, toes curling at the sensation. "Ash..." I cry out, bringing my hand to his hair. The fluffy black locks feel silk soft in my hand, so pulling on them is actually so satisfying. He laps on my pussy, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. "Ashton, I need more..." I plead, bucking my hips up in the air. He parts my lips and slips his fingers inside me, pumping them fast on my spot. His lips wrap around my clit, sucking harshly as I roll my hips on his face. "Fuck..." My eyes roll back and I tremble, feeling electricity running down my spine. "Ash..." He moves his fingers faster, making me dig my nails in my palm. He brings his face away from my core, planting kisses on my thighs. "I need to be inside you. Or else I will burst in my pants." He groans and I moan in approval, stroking his head. "I need you." I whimper and he chuckles, standing up and bringing his fingers out. He lowers his briefs, freeing his cock completely before he spreads my legs more and wraps them around his waist. "I am going to fuck you up so well, princess..." He licks his lips, lining up to my entrance. "Please." I whisper, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. Music is still playing in the background, setting up some tempo.

He thrusts in, making me slide a bit back on the table. I feel a tightness in my stomach, making me groan as he moves inside me. His face morphs into a tensed expression, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip as his eyebrows are pushed together. "You look so hot like that." I mumble, bringing my hand to stroke his cheek. "You should see yourself, princess. You look so hot with my cock inside you..." He groans, leaning closer to trace his lips over my neck. "It's going to be so weird eating on this table from now on." I whimper, pulling him closer by his waist. "It is going to be the best part of the day." He states, thrusting inside me more forcefully. I bite my lips and close my eyes, letting the sensation sink in. He groans while my walls spasm around him, making him slam his hand on the table as he stops for a moment, just feeling me around him. I watch his arms flexing, the veins and knuckles of his hand becoming more prominent. I buck my hips, driving his cock deeper inside me, making me more greedy for him. "I am going to fucking lose it." He growls, bringing his hand to travel up the curve between my hip and ribs, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. "I really wanna fucking cum inside of you... I really wanna fill you up..." He whines; his breath is becoming more rapid, shallower and a little forced as he looks me in the eye. I look at him with my doe eyes, eyebrows furrowed, and lip pouting as I nod my head at him. "Fill me up, daddy..." I assure him and arch my back, letting his cock hit my spot a little better.

I feel him twitching inside me, veins bulging against his length as he slams into me, holding onto me tightly as he becomes more intense with his thrusting. "Call me daddy again and I will make you a mommy..." He says through gritted teeth, making my spine tingle with excitement. "Please, daddy." I dig my nails in his arm, dragging them down to his wrist. "Fuck..." He screams; it is almost animalistic, coming from deep in his chest. I cum around him, and I swear, my face takes the stupidest expression, with my mouth open and my muscles tensed up. I throw my head back and arch my back more off the table. "Shit... You look so good like that." He groans, giving me slow, deep thrusts. "I can't take more..." I whine as I feel him against my cervix. "Yeah, you can... Of course, you can, baby." He praises me, stroking my hair. "Please, cum... Cum..." I plead and he groans, giving me everything he's got. He cums inside me, making his face tense and jaw twitch as he shoots his load in me. It feels warm and nice, him pulsing inside me only adds to my orgasm.

He collapses on me, still buried deep inside me. He is warm and a little sweaty, but he feels like home to me. "Happy birthday, babygirl..." He says, smirking at me as he presses his lips on my nose. "It has been the happiest birthday of my life actually." I comment, grazing my fingers over his face. "We are having a party on Saturday. A proper celebration for you. But tonight, it is you and me." He says, planting his lips on mine. "Just how I like it." I giggle against him lips, making him chuckle. "I have ordered food, and of course there is cake..." He says, making me moan at the thought of getting some food in my stomach. "I am starving..." I state, making him sigh. "Ok... Let's get clean and we can have dinner." He says, moving from inside me. "Can we watch a movie with dinner? And cuddles? I've missed you cuddling me..." I pout and he hums, smirking at me. "Ok, princess. I can't say no to you, can I?" He asks and I shrug. "I guess not." I bite the inside of my cheek.

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[just-another-writer-cherry]

Part 3

Summary: Y/N still wants the divorce and Camille makes Harry feel like he isn’t enough, until his had enough 

Warning: angst

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Y/N

I’ve been living with my best friend for 3 weeks. It’s been 3 weeks since I asked Harry for a divorce. I don’t regret it, while I’m sad and cry almost everyday, I don’t regret my decision it was the best for me. I recently found out who he was cheating on me with, some girl named Camille. Lucky her I guess....

Today is the day we sign the divorce papers, I would have to see Harry again, I’m not ready. I start to get ready to go to my lawyers office to get this done and over with.

Once I arrive there, the first thing I see is no Harry while I’m kinda relieved I’m also nervous “where is Harry?” I ask my lawyer “ he already came by, drop this on his way” he says handing me a folder, I opened it.

It’s the divorce papers, he sign them already he really doesn’t care. I look up to my lawyer “the only thing left to do is for you to sign them” and without a single hesitation I do. “Done” I said and gave them back to my lawyer.

That’s it I’m no longer Y/N Styles. Worst part is I don’t long to be anymore, he kill the loved that was there, without a reason. I’m sad but at the same time I’m happy

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When I enter y/b/n apartment, the first thing I see it’s not her but a guy. He is sitting on the couch. he has blonde hair and has a nice smile. I was about speak but y/b/n interrupted me.

She walked out of the kitchen with a cup of water, I’m assuming it was for the unknown guy. “Hey girl, you’re early was it that fast?” she said all I did was give her a nod then she hands the cup of water to the guy “ok anyways, this is my friend Alex, Alex this is y/n the girl I have been talking to you about” she introduced it us. He puts the cup down on the table and stands up and walks up to me. We shake hands while doing so I say “Nice meeting you Alex, I’m Y/N I hope y/b/n has told u nothing but good things about me” once we are done shaking hands he says “no worries only good things I promise” after that I realize I really like Alex..

Harry POV

It’s been three weeks without Y/N and three weeks with my new love. Mom and sister aren’t too happy but they accept it. Although I do have to say that the past week hasn’t been the best. Camille and I have been kinda distant, she only talks to me when she wants me to buy her something or sex. But I’m sure it’s just a phase in our relationship, soon everything would be back to normal and we can love each other the way we just to. When we were a secret that only we both knew about

I’m in my office at the moment, working on some papers for tomorrow when I get text from Camille.

Camille: We need to talk

What? What does she need to talk about now?

Me: Ok..

Before I can answer something else she respond

Camille: when are you gonna be home?

Me: I’ll be there in 30 min

Camille: Ok

Me: I 💙 U

Camille: 👌🏽

She didn’t say I love u back....

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Once I arrive home, I see Camille sitting on the couch “hey beautiful” I say, I try to go in for a kiss but she move her head. Ok weird

“I’m not happy harry” she said

“What do you mean?” I ask in whisper and worried 

“ you don’t make me happy anymore, you’re not enough for me, gosh! Harry This relationship doesn’t make me happy.” I felt like crying when she said that

“But I can try to make you happy, I love you isn’t that enough?” I said In a hopeful tone of voice

“Sometimes love isn’t enough Harry” she said

“ is there something I can do? Please I will do anything” I said, I was trying really hard not to cry.

“ anything?..” she ask and I nodded

“Well... I want an open relationship”

Not this again, why does she want one. She said she loves me, if she does why does she want this so bad ?...

“Why?” I ask

“Because Harry I already told you, you’re not enough, I need excitement and someone that can I actually make me cum! You’re not exciting, I have hope you will change if you love me, which is why I want an open relationship.”

Ouch all of that hurt, I felt like someone just stab me with a knife. I’m not enough not even sexually.. but she is giving me a chance to fix this , but is she?...

“Ok” I say sounding defeated

She claps her hands, makes her way towards me, kisses me and starts to walk to the door.

“ where are you going?” I ask turning around

“ oh silly me I forgot to tell you, well I met this dude named Mike and he is cute, so I wanna get to know him more... don’t wait for me bye..” she says going out the door

I was left there sanding, confused looking and feeling stupid and like I wasn’t enough..

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6 Months Later

Y/N POV

Happy. That’s exactly how I feel, I feel happiness. Alex and I have been together for a while now. We when on several dates together and had the time of our lives. I learn to trust him and love him. Yes I love Alex, he makes me happy and feel like the only girl in the world. Now here we are, in a beautiful restaurant celebrating our 6 month anniversary. “I’m so happy to be here with you” Alex said to me. “I’m so happy too” I told him. 

Even after all this months of dating, we still haven’t done something that most couples would have. Sex. We haven’t had sex yet. No because I don’t want, cause trust me I do, but because I don’t want my relationship to be based on that, so we haven’t done it yet. Plus what harry said really did hurt me because He took my virginity. So him saying I’m not good in bed really hits home and makes me insecure. But I know Alex will understand me and he will wait for me.

“I love you” I told him

He smile and kiss me. His soft lips touching mine, molding perfectly agains each other. “I love you more” he whisper back “Y/N, you have no idea how happy you make me, you have giving me more than anybody. I love you babygirl, don’t ever leave” we kiss again and I know everything would be better. 

Harry POV 

6 Months Later

it’s been six months since I lost the best thing that ever happened to me. My princess, My world, My baby, My Y/N. I have made the biggest mistake of my life and lost the only good thing that happened to me. Instead I’m stuck with the snake Camille is. Turns out bitch only wanted to stick around only for money, no because of love. She is whore, Y/N was right. 

Fuck, Y/N I have been thinking about my girl ever since I realize what a Mistake I had made. I miss her, her lips, her body against mine, her cooking, her beautiful smile, and most important our love. I miss her every single day. I cannot believe what an idiot I am. I’m snap out of my thoughts by a annoying voice.

“harryy!!” Camile said, I just rolled my eyes

“what?” I asked annoyed

“ Look at this new Channel Bag! its so pretty and only $130,00, Can I please borrow your credit card” She said with puppy eyes 

Another reason why I miss My baby cakes Y/N, she loved me for me and not my money unlike this annoying bitch. 

“Fuck no Camile! what is wrong with you, why do you even needed, what happened to the other 50 in your closet?!” I screamed anger running through my veins. “why don’t you ask Mike?!!” She’s been fucking him for I don’t know how long, I stopped keeping count when I realize what was happening. 

“Gosh Harry! stop bringing mike into this, I love you and only you.” She argue back

Ha! no falling for that one ever again 

“ No you fucking don’t, you love my money, Fuck! you’re a whore, gold digger slut, I should’ve listen to her, my love was right all along, Fuck I’m so stupid and so done with you Cam-” I got interrupted by her 

“You’re still no over that bitch , you’re so pathe-” I stopped her, that’s it no one and I mean no one calls my baby a bitch. I’m so angry I grab the nearest thing and throw on the floor 

“ Fuck! Don’t you ever call my baby a bitch! you’re the only bitch here, fucking whore you are, I don’t ever want to see you! I don’t know why I didn’t finished this sooner god I was so stupid and just so you know everything I ever said to you was a lie, you suck at everything, cooking, sex, blow jobs, folding clothes everything! Fuck my baby gave me a boner faster than you could ever!” I say angry and out of breath, Camille since stun at my sudden outburst and like she is about to cry 

“Fuck you Harry!” she screams with tears on her eyes grabs her bag and leaves

Now that she is gone, time to figure out how to get my baby girl back..

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Tonight’s For You // Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader Request: “Hi, I would like to request a smut oneshot of Joe, where the reader and Joe are dating but haven't had sex yet, and the reader tells Joe she never had an orgasm before. Have a nice day.” Summary: After classics night at the local theater, Joe helps you with something you’ve been struggling with for a long time. Warnings: Fluff, smut, oral (f recieving) Word Count: 1.6k

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Walking home, your hand interlocked with Joe’s, you two chat mindlessly about “On The Waterfront”, the film you just saw for classics night at the local theater. Being the film nerd he tends to be, he took this date as an opportunity to show off his knowledge of how films are made.

“Actually, you remember that scene where Brando and Steiger are in the taxi? During Steigers close up, Brando wasn’t even on set! Steiger had to rant to no one, cause once Brando was done filming, he left.” Joe explained.

“Well, that seems very unprofessional.” You commented, not wanting to reveal just yet you had studied that scene back during a film class and knew that.

“Yeah, kinda, but he’s already such a big shot at that point no one cared. I mean, his spur-of-the-moment decision to pick up Eva’s character’s glove was kept in, that just kinda shows how well he got the character.” He said just as you stepped through his front door. Ever the gentleman, he took your coat and scarf and hung it in the closet for you as you made your way to sit on the sofa, just as you always did after a night out with him. But tonight, you could tell the vibe was different. After dating for a few weeks, sexual tension is expected, especially after canoodling in a dark theater for nearly two hours. But there were some extra nerves on your part. Not that you didn’t trust him, you did very much, but more so that you didn’t trust your vagina. No matter how hard any man tried, though you must admit most didn’t try that hard, you couldn’t seem to climax. Or at least, if you did, you couldn’t tell because it was so mild.

“Hey, you alright there? Seem a little nervous, if you want I can pour you a glass of wine, that might calm you down.” He said, sitting down next to you.

“No, trust me, what I’m nervous about is best without being intoxicated.” You said, fumbling with your hands as he scooched closer, his arm around the back of the sofa and hand lightly placed on your shoulder.

“And just what might that be?” He asked, though you could tell he knew by the way his voice lowered and eyes darkened.

“Oh, you don’t wanna hear about it.” You brushed off, heat rising to your cheeks at the mere thought of telling him that you didn’t think your body was able to have orgasms.

“But I do, baby. I really” He paused, his hand on your knee.

“Really” He paused again, hand traveling up your thigh, his head tilting down and closer to you.

“Really do.” He finished, voice near a whisper as his mouth was mere inches away from your ear.

“Well, we’ve been going together for a little-”

“‘Going together? Did the film influence you that much you’re using lingo from back then?” He teased, chuckling a bit as he said it.

“You know what, never mind, let’s just-” You started, but he was quick to interrupt again.

“No, no, I’m sorry baby, I just- I guess I’m just trying to lighten the mood.” He explained. “Go on, tell me what’s on your mind.” He continued, and you could tell he was focused in on whatever you had planned to say.

“Well, I just guess that, um, I can tell there’s some, uh, tension, and I’ve, uh, neverhadanorgasm” You blurted out, and Joe tried to decipher whatever you had just said.

“Really? You mean-” He started, but now you were the one cutting him off.

“I mean, every guy I’ve been with has tried different techniques, I guess you’d call them, but no one’s ever succeeded. I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t put yourself down on account of my inability to cum.”

“Damn. Well, those guys must’ve been dumbasses.” He stated, not holding you accountable for it. You looked at him confused, not understanding why, or how, he came to that conclusion.

“Well, if you’d let me, I’d be honored to make you cum for the first time, whenever you want that to be.” He said, his voice lowering again.

“Joe, I don’t think you understand what I’m saying-” You started, before being interrupted again.

“No, I don’t think you understand what I’m saying. Clearly those men didn’t care about your pleasure, and I’m telling you that I do. I’d eat you out for two days straight if it meant you’d cum.” He said, and you laughed at the idea.

“Well, I don’t have any plans for the next few days, if you’d like to-” You started, but again you were interrupted, but this time by Joe taking your hand and pulling you to his bedroom. He swiftly opened the door, letting you go in first before he did, slamming the door shut behind him. His hands quickly flew to your hips, his head moving to connect your lips with his. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he led you backwards to the edge of the bed, one hand moving to the small of your back to help lay you down, his body straddling yours as his lips traveled down to your neck, your fingers already tangled in his hair.

“You sure you want this, baby?” He mumbled against your skin, and you nodded fast before remembering his eyes were closed.

“Yeah, please Joe, I’ve gone so long without cumming and you’re getting me riled up fast.” You admitted, and he wasted no time in adjusting so his face was parallel with your clothed crotch, though he was quick to undo your pants and pull them down and off your legs, tossing them onto the floor. He started peppering kisses along your legs, working his way up from your ankles, not missing an inch of skin. Propping yourself up with your elbows, Joe paused just as he reached the apex of your thigh.

“Just relax, babygirl. Gonna take good care of you.” He assured, bringing his face down to your body, his breath hot against your panties before he abruptly wrapped his lips around your still clothed pussy, lightly sucking before placing a soft kiss and wrapped his arms around your thighs, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your panties and pulling them down, adjusting to sit on his knees as he swiftly removed them and discarded it to the floor. Laying on his stomach once again, he flattened his tongue as he softly licked and separated your folds, his saliva mixing with your arousal as he did, a moan escaping his throat from the delightful taste. The vibrations from his moans created a whole new sensation from oral, a trick he learned a while ago and could tell was working on you as he heard and cherished the soft moans leaving your mouth.

“That’s it babygirl, let me hear you.” He encouraged just before he finally wrapped his lips around your swollen clit, sucking gently at first before he got hungrier for your orgasm. He licked up your slit again before working your clit again, this time by flicking the hardened tip of his tongue rapidly against the clit. His hands were wrapped around your thighs again by this point, his grip firm as he pleased you as best he could, which was better than any man or toy before him. But as euphoric as his mouth felt, you knew you needed more.

“Fuck, Joe, I need more.” You breathed out, one of your hands moving down to lace through his hair.

“Mhm, think I know just what you need.” he mumbled against you, and he brought down one of his hands to circle a finger around your entrance, his digit traveling down to collect the juices that had dripped down to your asshole before bringing it up and pushing it inside your entrance, instantly crooking it upwards and searching for your g-spot, and as soon as he heard a loud moan escape your throat he smirked against you, continuously pressing into your g-spot, causing your arousal to flow even faster and drip down his face. You felt the coil build faster, a sensation entirely new and completely euphoric as you somehow knew you were getting close. Joe was moaning and sucking your clit as he fingered you as hard and fast as he could, desperate to be the first man to make you cum.

“F-fuck, Joe, I think I’m close, I-” You started rambling, but you couldn’t get through that sentance without your orgasm ripping through you, waves of pleasure coursing through your veins, radiating outwards from your cunt as Joe helped you ride out your high, slowing down as you got more and more sensitive. As he felt you relax, he removed his face before crawling up next to you.

“How was it?” He asked, already knowing you were in heaven but needing to hear you say it.

“That was… wow.” You said, unsure what else you could say. It felt like there was no words to describe the experience.

“So, good?” He asked.

“Definitely. Do you, uh, want me to make it up to you?” You asked, figuring he might need some help.

“Uh-uh, tonight’s all about you. But definitely some other time, baby. I’m pretty sure next week’s another classics night, I can take you again if you’d like.” He offered, wrapping his arms around you letting you cuddle into his side.

“That’d be really nice.” You said, relaxing as post-orgasmic bliss overtook you, your eyelids slowly closing as you relished in the comfort of being with Joe.

“Wanna stay the night?” He chuckled, noticing how sleepy you were getting.

“If you don’t mind.” You mumbled, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. He leaned his head down and placed a soft, sweet kiss to the top of your head, his hands brushing along your arms to help soothe you to sleep, cherishing how angelic you looked as you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

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To Spice Things Up (One-shot)

Summary: You and Chris decide to spice things up in the bedroom but will Chris enjoy it as much as you? Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, toy usage (female receiving), light bondage, restriction, kinda rough sex, language, fluff A/N: I tried so hard not to make this just porn but oh well! Enjoy 😂 Feedback is welcomed 💜  thank you @one-big-dreamer ! *gif from google* 

“You sure about this?” Chris cocked his head to the side, a smirk threatening to appear on his face as he lifted the bondage rope that rested in the palm of his hands.

You shift, so you sit on your knees, humming in answer to his question. “I’m way too excited to back out of this now.” You playfully bit your lip, suppressing a giggle when you hear Chris growl at your words.

Ever since you told him you wanted to get fucked with your favorite dildo while tied up, Chris had been going crazy for weeks, asking where this thrill of an idea came from and if you were being serious.

You definitely were.

Your sex life was anything but plain or boring, frankly, it was filled with passion and love. Curiosity and the fact that you were horny had gotten the best of you one night when the idea randomly had emerged in your head. Well, not randomly- you wanted to be a little minx and see how Chris would react about it. He was lost for words, nonchalantly saying a small “ok” however, you knew he was going berserk.

You usually didn’t share crazy sex fantasies, but the idea and constant daydreaming of ‘what could’ refused to leave you alone, causing a warm tingly feeling in your stomach and weakness between the legs at night. You knew Chris was okay with you using a toy whenever you needed a quick release but he’d prefer you used him rather than something made out of silicone.

Today was the night that your fantasy will become a reality and the two of you were filled with excitement, nervousness, and anxiety, not knowing if this will turn out for the best. Or worst.

“Lie down for me, baby,” Chris said in a husky tone, licking his lips to the sight of your black lace panties and matching bra. You obliged, slowly lowering yourself on the mattress as the blood in your veins rushed to your cheeks, heating your skin at what was to come. Chris stood in front of you, shirtless and in his grey sweatpants, giving you the perfect sight of the outline of his cock. You bit the inside of your cheek from moaning, the anticipation killing you.

“Did you watch a video on how to do this?” You breathlessly said, yanking your thoughts away from the distraction. Chris simply chuckled, continuing to wrap the ropes around your thighs and legs. Your skin erupted in goosebumps, making your nipples hard and pressing against the flimsy fabric of your bra.

Chris tore his eyes away from his work to look up at you. “Yeah, I did. Had to make sure I’m doing this right or I’d be in risk of hurting you and I don’t want that happening.”

Your eyes went soft to Chris’ efforts of making sure you were safe regardless of your fantasy and you admired that. You went to lift your hand to cup his jaw but then you remembered you were restricted. “Oops,” you laughed to yourself, shaking your head as you felt a pinch of embarrassment. Chris huffed out a laugh with you, leaning close by you to peck your lips.

“There, does that work?” He mocked, grabbing another rope and wrapping your arms with it.

“Wow,” Chris swallowed, stepping back as his eyes scanned your body. You were in a frog tie while laying on your back, your calves touching the back of your thighs and your hands and forearms tied together to restrict you from doing anything.

Inhaling deeply, you look down at yourself and the heat returned to your cheeks. But your brows furrowed, noticing you had forgotten to take off your undergarments because now they were impossible to take off unless Chris untied you. “Chris, I forgot to take off my panties…”

Chris was standing in front of the dresser with the dildo in hand as he turned around and walked back towards the bed. “Nah, I didn’t forget.” He toyed with a smirk, crawling on the bed until he faced your clothed cunt.

Your eyes widened at his demeanor, “Hold up Chr- ah fuck,” You moaned, throwing your head back whilst arching your back when you felt the pad of his middle finger rub your bundle of nerves, shooting electrifying pulses through your body. You were already sensitive from the build-up so the friction was the cherry on top, leaving you writhing and needy.

Chris groaned at the scent of your arousal, cupping his dick with his other hand to release some of the pressure, sensing his blood rushing to the head of his member. Your obscene sounds were driving him nuts already and he barely started. He could see your slick seeping through your panties, coating his fingers as he continued to rub your clit.

“Jesus babygirl. You’re already wet. I guess we won’t be needing the lube.” His toned dropped a few levels, sending a shiver down your spine as you rolled your hips, craving for more.

“K-keep doing that,” you incited, your mouth dropping open, the pleasure building and progressing. Desperate to play with your breasts, you tugged at the restraints but it didn’t budge, leaving you defeated and whimpering to get loose.

Chris chuckled darkly at your pathetic attempts, “Isn’t this what you wanted, huh? Of course it is, look how wet you are Y/N.” He grinned, licking his lips as he pulled your panties to the side, growling to the sight of your drenched cunt. Chris clenched his jaw, the hunger to eat your pussy surfaced and it only made matters worse. You happened to look down and gasped, noting how dark Chris’ eyes looked, not a tinge of green or blue but black. They were as dark as a room with no light, sinister and free of his gentle side.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, in fear that you were going to be paralyzed with sincere pleasure.

You cautiously watched as he took the purple dildo in hand and spread the lips of your cunt, slowly pushing in the tip. He wanted you to feel every second of the stretch, observing your jaw going slack and a moan following after. You tried pushing your hips closer to get more but Chris placed his hand on your thigh, stopping you from doing so.

“Please Chris,” You whimpered in a sultry tone, pouting your lips in hopes Chris would take it easy on you, however it was the opposite of that.

He wanted to enjoy, no, savor his time tormenting you, knowing you were loving every moment of it or else he wouldn’t see you come undone like this, a complete mess. Deciding not to waste any time, Chris pushed the entire dildo in your cunt till its base was flush against your pussy.

“Oh fuck!” You hissed, clenching your walls around the toy as your breathing became labored, your lungs struggling for oxygen but the lack of it was intoxicating to say the least, and you couldn’t be more thrilled and satisfied.

Chris pulled the toy out then carefully slammed it back in, continuing this motion as he listened to how wet you were. If only it were his cock instead of the toy, then he’d have his real fun with you. He can practically feel the pre-come on the tip of his cock, his balls pulsating to every moan and whimper that spills out your mouth.

“Look at you… didn’t know you’d look so pretty stuffed like this,” Chris whispered before sucking on his bottom lip. It was the only thing helping him from fucking you himself.

The restriction you were in prevented you from doing anything, especially from moving away from the violation your pussy was enduring. You took what Chris was giving you and you were drugged by it- overwhelmed with its immense pleasure that it left you light headed and yearning for more. You were digging the side of your cheek into a pillow as you tried to hold back your orgasm, not wanting the euphoria to go away.

Chris roughly grabbed your jaw, making you look at him as he growled, “Tell me when you’re about to come.” The command enough pushed you to your limits as you felt the familiar tingle sensation in your abdomen as it tightens, your walls starting to pulsate around the toy. And before you knew it, you reached your climax.

“Chris!” You screamed, releasing yourself around the toy but it was quickly pulled out for you to notice and replaced with Chris’ cock. He pumped his member animalistically, grabbing the ropes around your forearms as leverage to fuck you nice and hard. He allowed his hips to rhythmically move in a pace that had you gasping for air, forgetting that you just orgasmed.

“Fuck, baby. That feels so good. So damn good,” you cried with a groan, biting your lower lip as the sensitivity worsened by the second.  

Moan after moan was music to Chris’ ears, but his cock had been getting the bad end of it, desiring for some kind of release so he couldn’t help himself. Not when you were like this in front of him. How could he not enjoy this like you were. “That's it babygirl. Tell me how much you love my cock in your pussy. I think it’s a perfect fit, wouldn’t you say?” He mocked, gritting his teeth as he could feel you clench around him, causing his jaw to go slack. “I love it when I can feel you squeeze around me,” he admitted, thrusting.

You were beginning to see stars and weren’t sure if you’d be able to hold on for much longer. You knew what he was trying to get you to say, but you refused to say it, not wanting to give in that easily. “At least the toy made me come quicker,” you sassed, earning a glare from Chris.

But he let those words fly over his head as he leaned down and kissed you hard. It was heated and messy yet empowering. The friction from his beard added to how his touches left you needing for more- unable to pull away because it left a fire deep inside you, a fire of passion and love.

You pulled away for air as Chris continued to kiss your jaw then down your neck, greedy to get every inch of you. And with a few more thrusts, Chris aimed for your g spot repeatedly which threw you over the edge. Chris quickly followed behind, not being able to handle how tight your pussy wrapped around his cock- white ribbons of semen spilling and coating your walls.

In all your years of having sex, you hadn’t come so hard and you assume you could say the same for Chris. He groaned as the last jerks of come spill out before he went slack against you, making sure not to put all his weight on top of you.

Once your orgasm subsided, you softly kissed the side of Chris’ sweaty head to see if he was alright in which he hummed as a sign he was good. You whimpered when he tried to move, your pussy quivering due to its severe sensitivity. Chris carefully leaned up on his forearms on either side of you as he looked down with a smirk. “I never thought a toy would lead me to have the most amazing sex ever.” He chuckled, pushing the strands of hair that were glued to your forehead away from your face.

You watched him with hooded eyes, a smirk spreading across your face, “I’m glad you’re turning sides now,” you hummed.

“Baby, you’re forgetting who was doing the real work now,” he reminded, quirking a brow before leaning down to place a gentle, sweet kiss on your head. You playfully rolled your eyes and giggled.

“Get me out of these ropes so I can love you properly.”

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Spoiled Little Brat Part 2 END(?)

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: So if any of you pay attention to the dumb shit i be putting in the tags, you might remember seein this 😂:

So allow me to draw your attention towards.... these hands...

yall see them thick ass fingers... and them damn veins in his forearms... and them rough ass knuckles....

Sheiitt maybe I’m alone in this but idgaf 😆 yall gone get this fic anyway.

A/N: GIRL….. this fic right here?? breh… If you need to prepare yourself again by re-reading the last two go head and do that now…. Matter fact, here go the links right here —-> Part 1 Part 1.5. I’ll wait. I’m not in a rush. I want yall to feel EVERYTHING, so go head and do what you got to do. Smoke a j, grab some wine, light some candles. Get snugly bish.

For this particular fic, I’d like some feedback, and you’ll find out why at the end. Thanks for sticking with me through this yall. Things have been…rough lately. But enough about me!!! Enjoy hoes ;)

Warnings: Daddy kink, Smut, Bratty!sub, This some freaknasty shit yall

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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His hand releases your throat to trail down your stomach, before moving to press down into the inside of your thigh.

“Start counting.”

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Erik rests his chin in the middle of your chest, right between the valley of your breasts, his beard scratching the skin there softly. He cocks his head while he studies your face, the fingers on your thigh drawing lazy circles into the soft flesh. He still had your wrists grasped tight in his other hand, so you had no choice but to look down at him and see that slow smirk spread across his face. Your back involuntarily arched while his fingers moved tantalizingly slow across your skin, pinching and gripping you here and there.

He starts to suck on your skin, taking mouthfuls of your breasts into his mouth before biting them softly. You couldn’t help but moan at his skilled treatment of your mounds as he slurps one nipple into his mouth, rolling and biting it just the way he knew you liked. His fingers on your thigh move up just a little to grind at the skin right beside your opening, teasing you with a few slow flicks to your clit every few seconds. You jerk in response, your hands automatically trying to free themselves from Erik’s grip as you squirm around, trying to gain some sort of protection from his teasing.

“Ain’t no runnin babygirl.” He lifts his head up to speak. “You wanted my attention and now you got it. Now sit the fuck back and watch me give you this work.”

He bites down hard on your chest, lips spreading wide in wicked humor, showing off his golds. He takes your bunched up shirt now hiked above your chest and rips it in half, using the tattered pieces to tie your hands together. Positioning your body at the head of the bed, he hooks your hands to the gold hook at the top of his headboard. He’d had it installed just for you.

You were now helpless to do anything other than watch as Erik positioned himself between your spread thighs, rubbing his beard slowly up and down your lips, kissing and sucking at you randomly. He was being so gentle, barely giving you any relief, the soothing massage of his soft beard on your skin almost erotically relaxing you instead of frustrating you.

All it took was him tilting his head up 2 inches and the feeling changed completely. The once soft hair of his beard now felt harsh and unforgiving against your clit, causing you to instinctively close your legs to get away from it.

He tried wrestling your legs back open with just his head, but your thick thighs were determined, so he nipped at your lips in warning making you yelp.

Pushing both your knees to your chest, he held you in place with his forearm and leaned in close.

“Imma teach this little girl a lesson,” He whispers to your pussy, acting as if he was actually having a conversation with her.

He rubs his wide nose up and down your slit, gliding effortlessly from your slick. He buries his nose in you before inhaling deeply, and the vibrations of his animalistic groan go straight to your core.

“You smell so fuckin good babygirl.” he tells you, giving you small bites on the underside of your ass.

You moan and jerk your hips up, needing more. Erik pulls back of course, but moves his forearm higher up on your thighs to hold you down right at the back of your knees.

Taking his other hand, he uses his thumb to pull at the hood of your clit again, and he covers it with his mouth, slowly pushing out hot breath to engulf your clit.

“Shit baby,” you gasp, and he smacks the back of your thigh hard for your slight mistake.

“Daddyyyy,” you whine at him correcting yourself, the heat from his mouth getting to be too much. He pulls back and gives your clit one simple flick with this tongue, and his eyes flicker up to yours before he lets another gigantic glob of spit fall from his mouth and land on your clit, covering it completely.

As soon as it made contact, you shivered, your shaky breath giving away how turned on the simple act made you. He’d never done that before, but this now made the third time tonight he’d spit on your clit.

This time, instead of engulfing you in heat again, he pursed his lips and blew, the cold air shocking your senses from the quick temperature change. He held you down as he kept blowing, and the more he did the higher you climbed, your orgasm creeping up on you slowly.

Your hands were pulling at the hook now and you were trying to scramble away, but he had you locked in place. You stopped moving, remembering Erik’s words to you, and instead tried taking deep breaths to try and calm yourself down a little and regain some sense of control. But then Erik dug his thumb nail deep into the inside of your thigh, right at the sweet spot where he knew you loved to feel pain, and your pussy throbbed, grabbing at the air in desperation.

Pressing hard, he drags his nail down the inside of your thigh, stopping right at the crest of your ass. Your mind was reeling from the sensation, and you felt yourself drip down past your asshole.

Still blowing on your clit, his lips closed in on the space, ending it with the sweetest and simplest kiss to your clit.

You couldn’t believe it, but thats all it took for your body to start shaking, the force of your orgasm ripping through your body.

Right before you could reach your peak, he let go of your legs to let them fall open and brought his heavy hand down on you hard, smacking your clit and ruining your climax.

“Fuck!” Your back arched off the bed as you yelled out in both pain and frustration, and it took everything in you to keep from hurling a string of insults at Erik immediately after.

He must have seen your inner turmoil, because his eyes sparkled with humor as he looked down at your form spread wide before him, exposed and open for the world to see.

“Your doing such a good job babygirl,” he coos at you, and that cavity inducing voice of his was back again to torture you. “But… you forgot to count.”

You gasp, realizing that you completely forgot about that because you never expected to have to count orgasm denials.

You start to speak, wanting to find some way to make up for your error, but he shushes you softly as his fingers trail up your body and back to your nipples, his head back between your legs to nudge your right thigh open.

“It’s okay though baby, I know you were a little distracted this time so Imma give you another chance. Now, what number was this baby?”

“One.” you say cautiously, afraid of the next words out his mouth.

“Good girl. You got nine more to go.”

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talking body

summary: sexting with bucky while he’s out with the boys

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

words: 943

trigger warnings: lots of talk of sexy times

notes/other: reader is gender neutral in this case, I believe. also, this seriously made me think long and hard about the politics of reader inserts and nsfw gifs. enjoy!

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You were alone, with bad television and a lot of junk food to keep you company. It’s isolation by your own design, so you should have no one to blame but yourself, but still, you can’t help but wallow in self pity as the “Next season starts in 5...4….” thing shows up on your laptop screen.

You’re about halfway through the next episode when your phone dings, indicating you got a text.

It’s from Bucky, checking in on you.

bucky bby - 11:56 am - read

hey babygirl, you good?

You smile a little. You’ve been feeling sort of out of it lately, with it culminating in your deciding to stay inside instead of working out and getting lunch with the guys. You’re not…”depressed” per say, but you are drained. Tired. Defeated. Ruined. Overthrown. Rejected.

What were you talking about again?

me - 11:57 am - sending

yeah, i’m good. a lil lonely tho

The text was supposed to be innocent (even if teetered on borderline sad), but Bucky never liked to stay innocent. Never.

He’s a flirty little shit.

bucky bby - 11:58 am - read

what kinda lonely?

was this morning’s shower session not enough for you?

You decide to play along, needing something else to do beside watch people murder other people in more and more ridiculous and messed up ways. What’s up with you and crime shows, anyway? Why not shake it up with a comedy special? Or HGTV?

Plus, you love him, and you love teasing him, and you love getting fucked by him. So you text back quickly.

me - 12:00 pm - sending

i’m alllll good buck

but i think you still want more

Your heart is racing. All you’re wearing is some comfy high-waisted cotton panties and a cropped sweatshirt.

It’s the perfect outfit for moping around your apartment, but very poor attire for sexting your boyfriend. But you’re confident in your ability to make it work. You’re up for the challenge.

bucky bby - 12:02 pm - read

damn

send me a photo

wanna see you

Oh, fuck. You’re nervous as hell. But why?

You’ve had sex with Bucky before. Lots of very good sex. Lots and lots of very, very good sex.

Why was your heart racing so badly? Why was this so different?

You attempt to pose, trying to remember that photography class you had to take in college and everything Tyra has ever told any woman (or man) that has ever competed on America’s Next Top Model. You check lighting, angles, palette. Should you change into a lighter sweatshirt? Some nicer panties? Open more blinds? Buy new blinds?

You take your dark blue comforter and bundle it, making something you can pose around. You give him a side shot, showing off your lack of pants and skimpy top. Just a sneak peak of what’s to come.

You bite your lip, too. Just for good measure. With your ass on display, you choose to send the picture with the peach emoji.

Are you overthinking this? Maybe.

Do you care? Not at all. If you’re going to do this, you’re going to do this right.

bucky bby - 12:10 pm - read

fuck

I love you so much

you’re so sexy

sad i can’t send you anything

still out w the guys

You text back, show now completely forgotten. The sound of someone getting their limbs ripped apart acts as a surprisingly good soundtrack to your mischievous photoshoot.

me - 12:12 pm - sending

oh?

so what happens if i send you something better?

You can practically hear him growl when the little check mark indicates the message was read.

bucky bby - 12:14 pm - read

you’ll be in deep trouble baby

You’re unsure of what to reply.

me - 12:16 pm - sending

oh, i like trouble

You send a picture of one your hands raising your sweatshirt just above your breast. Not enough to show nipple, but enough just to let him know that’s you’re sexy, you know it, and he’s missing out on a lot.

bucky bby - 12:20 pm - read

that’s it?

that’s all you can give me?

You snort.

me - 12:23 pm - sending

really james?

you’re being ungrateful

while i’m sending you nudes?

bucky bby - 12:26 pm - read

not ungrateful baby

you i love you so fucking much

wanna worship you

wanna make love to you

me - 12:31 pm - sending

how abt you prove it

You add a few eggplant emojis for good measure.  

The notification for his next message comes some time later, the grey block indicated it’s a picture.

bucky bby - 12:40 pm - read

something like this?

The photo is of him grabbing his dick through his sweaty gym shorts. It’s obvious he’s seriously hard, and it probably aches.

Good.

The more you eye his thick cock, the more your mouth salivates .

You want to wrap your lips around it, suck at the head, run your tongue across every vein, cup his balls, let him grab the back of your head and thrust into your throat…

You snap yourself out of your haze, focusing back on the task at hand.  

me - 12:44 pm - sending

mm

wanna wrap my lips around it

suck at the head

run my tongue across every vein

cup your balls

let you fuck my throat

bucky bby - 12:46 pm - sending

alright

i’m coming home right now

You smile, pushing your laptop under your bed and grabbing a condom from the box in the bathroom.

When you place it by your bedside table, you decide to grab another one. You have a feeling this isn’t going to be a one-condom kinda fuck session.

//

tags: @nerdyandproud9​

[dreamingofjoon]

Keep Filming

Christian Yu x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Kinda bad smut because I haven’t written it in a while

A/N. I’ve had this on my mind for a while and I’m glad I finally finished writing it! Remember headcanon requests are open btw

This photo does not belong to me. Credit here

He was daring. You had to give him that at the moment. Other than that, you were astonished that he had ever had the thought. As your mind tried to wrap around what Christian had just proposed, you probably looked stupid if not surprised. It was supposed to be a cute, calm night in and it had been for a while. Christian had just come back from traveling again, something you wish you could do as often as he did. The two of you spoke as you prepared food for the night you planned ahead. His raven hair was covering his face as the two of you went around, doing random things to further prepare.

You had missed your boyfriend as he traveled and filmed beautifully as per usual. You did not get to talk everyday because he was gone for more than sight-seeing and a quick adventure. He obviously missed you too because as you made spaghetti, he gently wrapped his arms around you but not so gently pulled you back to attack the top of your head with kisses.

"I missed you." he said as he brought himself lower to your neck and gently breathed in. "You smell nice. Did you get some new perfume or something?"

"Why would I waste perfume to hang out with you in the comfort of our own home?"

"Shampoo then?"

"Close. Conditioner." you corrected as the two of you laughed.

You ate and retired into the bedroom where he eventually popped the question.

"Please? I know you miss me as much as I miss you whenever I leave and I'm not into the whole sexting thing." he shrugged.

"But you're into the whole sex tape thing?!" you nearly squealed.

“Better idea, isn’t it?” he said as he smiled wider.

“No! Not really!” you retorted.

“Oh, come on, I’m a film maker, you can’t expect you to be the only exception to that?” he tried to reason.

“Well no, I didn’t think I would be an exception but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

“I told you before that I wanted to try something new. I want to be able to see you whenever I want.” he practically whined which made you sigh.

At first listen, you were certainly against the idea of Christian filming your intimate moments but now that he was talking more about it, he was easily convincing you.You bit your lip in thought, definitely wanting to think this over before saying yes or no. Christian was trustworthy. No one else would see it. No one else would even know it existed. Christian filming you in the most exposed way, both physically and emotionally. Everything during sex was raw but you didn’t know how you’d feel, knowing there was a camera capturing that moment. Oh hell. Need to try something new every now and then.

“No one else will see it?” you finally asked, apprehensively.

“No, of course not. Baby, you can trust me.” he reassured as he took your face in his hands.

You took a deep breath before sighing once more. “Okay.”

You breathed heavily as you wondered where Christian was. Although he suggested the filming, he hadn’t told you that he also wanted to try blindfolds. Beforehand, he placed his phone on a tripod and set it on the dresser in front of your shared bed. He then walked over to your curled figure on the bed. Soft RnB played as Christian grabbed one of his ties from the nightstand next to the bed and pulled it over your eyes. You felt him move to sit behind you, trapping you between his legs.

He started by kissing your neck, trailing his tongue over any spot he kissed or sucked on. His hands went to pry your thighs open, revealing your panties to the camera in front of you. His large hands massaged the insides of your thighs and slowly led to the spot where you were utterly soaked. His middle finger slid up and down your clothed slit before taking the time to press onto your clit. You sighed in content and gripped his thigh, wanting something to hold onto.

“Let me take them off?” he whispered into your neck to which you quickly nodded.

You lifted your hips a bit to take the drenched fabric off and tossed it somewhere unknown before assuming your previous position. Christian spread your lower lips, showing how wet you were to the camera and making you whimper, still slightly embarrassed. Even though your sight was impaired by the blindfold, you still knew where the camera was located and the thought left you both aroused and a bit incredulous that you were allowing this to happen. The thought of Christian watching this later had you nearly shaking with anticipation. You imagined him pumping himself when he was finally alone. The veins in his hands were prominent as he sped up and gripped the phone tighter, watching you moan his name as he pushed you to your orgasm.

Although that idea was absolutely wonderful, you were soon brought back to your current bliss as Christian nibbled on your ear and entered you with two lengthy fingers, curling them already. You bit your lip to suppress a moan before you started gripping at the arms of the man behind you. 

“You like that, babygirl?” he questioned as he pushed his fingers in and and out of you, making your answer come out as a whine as you nodded vigorously.

His free hand turned your face towards him so that the two of you could kiss. Although it was messy and needy, you loved every second of it. His tongue swirled around yours fighting for dominance as you tried to take over and sucked the muscle into your mouth. His hand only proceeded to move faster with precise movements, finally hitting a spot that had you seeing white even with the darkness of the blindfold. You curled into him before bucking your hips outwards and making him smile into the kiss.

You could feel him stiffening on your lower back, reminding you that you weren’t the only one who went without the other for a while. In the haze of your situation, you felt around behind you and were finally able to grip him in your hand. You palmed him over his pants, making him moan into your mouth. You managed to pull the waistband of his pants down and tug at his erection.

His hand only seemed to slow down as you slowly pumped him. The space was limited however, so you pulled away from the lengthy kiss and pulled at his wrist, urging him to stop although your orgasm was so close.

“You sure?” he asked almost incredulously.

“Yeah. I need to help you too.” you panted.

He reluctantly took his fingers out before pushing you further in front of him before getting up. Some rustling could be heard as you wondered where he could have gone to when you suddenly felt hands tugging upwards on your shirt. You lifted your arms quickly and let the male discard the clothing. As you sat waiting again, you were pulled closer to the edge of the bed and felt the bed dip again on your left side.

“Climb over me.” he said.

You lifted your leg and let Christian guide it to where he wanted until you were straddling him. You could feel that he no longer had any pants on and sighed in content as you moved upwards to feel his dick against your heat. It twitched under you, making both your breath hitch and your hips move. You started grinding slowly, back and forth, on him and relished in the groans he gave you before he held onto your hips and made you stop.

“I want you to ride me.” he told you in an almost out of breath voice.

“Anything for you, baby.” you smiled and pecked his face before you raised yourself up to position him at your entrance before you sank back down with a lengthy moan. His hands returned to your hips as you rhythmically raised and lowered yourself. Your jaw was slackened, spilling moans and mewls left and right. Your breasts bounced as what he would describe as perfectly and your hands were starting to curl and scratch at his chest.

Although you couldn’t see him, he was glad to witness one of the best scenes take place. He was proud to think that he’d be able to see it over and over again, rather than just in his memory. Now, even f he couldn’t touch you, he’d be able to see you as vividly as ever.

Seeing you lower your head as if you were looking at him had him staring back at your masked face and impulsed him to take the cloth off of your eyes so that you could finally look at each other again. You slowed down as you felt his hands tangle behind your head in an attempt to take off the tie covering your eyes. Once it was off, you slowly adjusted to the light in the room again. You stared straight at Christian with his hooded eyes and pink, puffy lips before you started speeding up again. Instead of your hips, this time, Christian planted his hands on your ass, groping the flesh as you continued to move. 

He enjoyed every second of what you were giving him as he was usually the one putting in more effort. This time, he just sat back and allowed you to do the work as he watched thankfully. There was so much more he wished he could have done and kept with him but tonight, he was more than satisfied with this.

You were letting go with just a few more swivels of your hips along with Christian who screwed his eyes shut before moaning your name. You fell on top of him, breathing heavily on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“How much of your battery do you think is left?” you asked when you finally felt his chest rising and falling evenly rather than the ragged way it had been before.

“I don’t know, why?”

“No reason.” 

“Do you want to film another one?” he asked dubiously.

“Well, I want one too.” you muttered into his chest.

“Wow! I get my own porn star!” he laughed, making you slap his chest.

“Just for that, I should delete the one you have now!” you threatened.

“You know you want to see it first.” he teased before wriggling his eyebrows at you.

You had to admit that you did want to see it. What did the two of you look like? What did it sound like? You were so caught up in the moment, that it was a blur. The aftershocks of the wonderful sex was one of the only things that kept you remembering.

“I hate that you’re right.” you grumbled as you got up and grabbed the phone, stopped recording and went into the photo gallery to watch before Christian stood behind you and pulled you by the waist so you could watch it together.

You were surprised when you had been sitting in your living room and then saw one of Christian’s friends bursting out of his studio in laughter and sounds of gagging.

“Damn, I never thought you guys were so kinky, Y/N!” he howled as he gripped his side by the doorway to the studio that was down the hall.

Christian slowly peeked his head out of the door to look down at his friend, wiping his tears of laughter and then then hall at you. You were now standing with your hands on your hips.

“You said no one would see it!” you yelled.

“It was an accident!” he said as he raised his hands defensively.

“Well, there goes the next one.” you said as you stomped off into your room.

“Wait! You were serious about another one?” he asked as he dragged his friend back in the studio.

“Not anymore!” you yelled as you slammed the door.

[nctmaginesmut]

Silk Robe (Johnny!!!)

My fav anons requested:

 - Hiiiii! Could you possibly do a Johnny smut??? Like idc what it's about as long as he is dominant af because have you met him? Tysm in advance!  - Can you please make one for johnny.  - Could you please do a Johnny smut but something that has to do with Trey Songz- Love Faces lol please and thank you

- Can we get some lovely Johnny smut to celebrate his debut?^^

author: ADMIN NI, MAN

genre: smut

word count: 1,953

a/n: HIIIIIIIIII. It’s been forever, guys... Thank you guys for requesting so much of my bias, my baby, my Johnny... there’s still so much more I get to do for him!!! I hope y’all like it(;;;;;;;;;;;; seriously love you all so much, you request such good stuff.  btw I didn't proof read so there is bound to be some errors

The loud music dances pounds through your skull -- feeling it mixing and boiling with the alcohol like the blood pulsing through your veins. Your body twists and twirls, hitting every beat that goes around. The colorful lights fill your blurry vision. Feeling -  dancing against - the sweaty bodies around you, each moving to their own demise. The air is hot and heavy with the comforting stench of alcohol. A guy comes onto you, his hands slide up your sides, a little too far behind than you prefer. You giggle and wave your finger to say ‘no,’ but he laughs himself and pulls your body closer to his own, grinding slowly against you. You begin to protest, slurring for him to please, stop.   

 Deep in the dancing crowd, music too loud for someone to hear you. A strong hand is then wrapped on your wrist, feel yourself being pulled out of the groapers arms. Short spin later, your arms are resting over a man's shoulders, wrapping them around, your fingers land in his soft hair that has a familiar scent that instantly puts you at ease. He prys your arms off of him and pulls you off the dance floor; you don’t protest though, too dazed to understand what’s happening. Your bare feet slap the floor as tears begin to slip out of your eyes. You’re sat in the first empty seat found, and he crouches down in front you to your eye level.

  “What the hell are you doing here, y/n? Do you know how worried i’ve been??” he practically screams over the blaring, bass filled music.

Knowing that Johnny’s upset with you still makes you cry harder, not even from the high amount of alcohol that is in your system. He looks at your tear streaked face and sighs; a good, deep, throaty sigh. The ones that send surges through your body in other scenarios. Johnny pulls the long sleeve of his black shirt over his fingers, lifts your head by your chin, and wipes your tears away before planting a kiss where they once were.

“I want to go home…” you mumble out. To your surprise, he heard you and picked you up, bridal style, carrying you out of the club. His warm body and infatuating scent cause all of your senses to becomes more fucked up than all the alcohol in the world could ever do. As soon as Johnny steps outside, you still in his arms, the cold air attacks you both. You curl deeper into him, wearing his body heat like a gown. You doze off as he walks, and fade in and out of sleep for the next little while.

Feeling fingers in your hair, you open your eyes very slightly, looking up to see whose fingers they are. You’re lying in the back of a taxi, your head resting on Johnny’s lap, his fingers comb through your hair as he looks out at the passing streets. A small smile comes to your lips, but quickly falls as you fall back asleep once more.

A bright light shines through your eyelids, slowly waking you up. Opening your eyes, they’re shocked close again with the surprise of the sun light. Groaning, you try to block the light out with pillows, trying to fall back asleep. The thought of work jerked you wide awake and springing you up onto your hands and knees. You begin the search for your phone, throwing pillows and pushing off blankets, but see your charging phone on the nightstand under a sticky note. You pull off the green note and read it through your squinting eyes. “Hope you slept well, babygirl. You don’t have work today, so don’t worry. I made food for you before I left for work and put it in the fridge. Love you, Johnny.” 

You smile at his sincerity and attentiveness. Your stomach growls loudly at the thought of food and get up to go get it. A bottle of aspirin and a clean glass wait for you on the counter. Pouring orange juice into the glass and taking two pills, you can’t help but feel grateful to Johnny. He’s always there for you for anything. 

“I should… do something for him…” you say aloud and smirk. After eating and taking a refreshing shower, you get in your car and head out. Checking the time, 2:07; perfect, you think. Johnny doesn’t get off work until 7, won’t be home until 8. You head to the grocery store, getting all the thing needed to make Johnny’s favorite dish.

After two hours of cooking this complicated meal, you begin to wonder why you didn’t just make something else, something easier. The sticky note comes into mind and your motivation level is refueled. Dinner is finally ready, the clock reading 6:40. Heading into yours and Johnny’s bedroom, you turn on some music to kinda get you deeper into the mood, change into a short, pink silk robe with light blue lace suspender belt and matching bra/underwear pair on underneath. 

You climb up onto the tall bed as yours and Johnnys song comes on -- Love Faces by Trey Songz. Sitting up on your knees, your hips move around provocatively to the chorus, hands sliding down your silky sides. Waving your butt in the air as you’re bent over, slowly smooth the wrinkles in the sheets out. Hands suddenly grip your hips, making you grab a pillow and throw it behind you at whomever grabbed you, only to see that you had just thrown a pillow at a laughing Johnny. 

“What’s this, hun?” he draws out while tugging on the waist strap on your robe. Pouting, you tie your robe closed and whip your face the other way. “Why didn’t you call me and tell me you were coming home early? Now look what you’ve done, you’ve ruined my plans!” You spit out, hoping he doesn’t take offense.

His hands slowly slide their way over the outsides of your thighs from behind. His breath hot on your bare throat, a small smile forms over your pouty lips. “Don’t be upset with me…” his husky voice against your skin gives you goosebumps. One of his hands slip over your inner thigh, tracing circles, the other pulling your head back to kiss him with his hand firm against your jaw. Your kisses slow at first, but rapidly speed up and turn sloppy. Soft moans of satisfaction come from his throat -- you gasp for breath as he takes every breath you take. He pushes your panting, swollen lips off his, and huffs out:

“You mean to tell me, this isn’t what you planned for? Babygirl, you know me too well…”  

Hushed laughter fills your mouth at that, to which you lay down. Johnny hovers you, bent knees on both sides of you, your arms pinned under your back. His soft hands run all over your body, his hands applying constant pressure, as though he couldn’t get close enough to you. He sticks his thumb in your mouth, which you suck on, running your tongue up and down like it was his hard sex, doing so while keeping strong eye contact with him. Seeing the corners of his stunning lips curl up in amusement of you sends a pulse through your body; anxious of what’s to come, which is going to be you.

Taking his saliva-wet thumb, he runs it along your collarbone, giving your steaming skin some cold moisture. In a standing straddling position over your hips, he unties your robe and pulls it off of you, anxious to see your flawlessly lingerie dressed body. His breath get caught in his throat as his eyes scan your body, taking in every little detail.

Laying over you once more, his mouth takes to your neck, his fingers to your clit. His tongue flipping over the side of you neck, his fingers teasing your clit; circling fast, then slowing down as your back starts arching, and fast again. You pull your hands out from under you and wrap them around johnny’s neck, but he pull off you as soon as he feels your fingers applying pressure to his nape.

“I didn’t say you could pull your arms out, did i?” Johnny scolds you, lightly slapping your thigh. 

“I’m sorry… Let me make it up to you… let me make it all up to you...” You look up at him, giving him your irresistible puppy dog eyes and biting your lip. He smirks and gets off of you, moving to the edge of the tall bed. You jump off the bed, still in your lingerie and step onto the bench at the foot of the bed, kneeling in front of a bulging johnny. He takes his shirt off, revealing his toned body while your hands slide up his jeans from his knees and slip onto the zipper, rubbing your hands over his stiff tent before you unzip his pants and slide them down, then down his underwear fall -- you take your bra off, intensifying the moment.

Your small hands only make his rock hard dick look even bigger. Kissing the head, you put your lips around him, applying the tiniest bit of pressure. Sliding down, and back up just as slow. Your tongue slips over his cock in your mouth, your secret weapon that gets him going wild every time. His hands move out backwards and hi head falls back. His breaths getting quicker as your mouth moves faster.  

“Fuck, r/n…” You can barely hear this over his panting. Finally he leans over to you, pulling your lips to his, back to the sloppy kisses you both adore so much. You step up and sit on him, your legs wrapped around his torso, your sexes touching, causing friction between the both of you, still kissing ferociously. He picks you up effortlessly and lays you on your back over the edge of the bed, so he’s in a standing kneeling position on the bench now. After practically ripping your underwear off, his fingers run over your sex, feeling you ooze. He wastes no time throwing himself into you. The lack of subtlety causes you to yell -- your hands clenching the bed comforter. You both throb against each other, your cum coaxing his dick as he rams in into you, showing no mercy whatsoever. You reach down to rub your clit, but he slaps your hands away and does it himself.

 He teases you, slowing his finger as his cock speeds up -- quickening his finger as he speeds up his ramming. Your time has come, you climax, but Johnny doesn’t stop. You scream - you yell Johnnys name, but it only makes his fingers flick your clit faster - only makes him enter you faster than before- harder than before. Toes curled, knees weak, you nearly rip the bed sheets from pulling on them so hard. Your body spasms from the overstimulation, your eyes watering, unable to open them and look at the beautifully sweaty man that’s ruining you. Then it suddenly stops; Johnny pulls out of you and pulls you by the wrist to sit up. Springing to your knees, you kneel under Johnnys strong, pulsating cock. You grab it from him, your hand slides up and down so fast it’s almost a blur. He lets out a cry and bends over as he releases all over your bare breasts. After he’s all emptied out, he pulls you up and kisses you. Not sloppy kisses, but not soft kisses either; passionate kisses.

 Taking your hand, he leads the both of you into your guys’ large shower where you wash all of the excitement off, the feeling of complete satisfaction remains.