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11keu · 4 months ago

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NEEDY | S.JY

SYNOPSIS. Waking up in the middle of night at the height of your fertility cycle leaves in you desperate need of some relief only your boyfriend can provide.

PAIRING. Sim Jaeyun x Fem! Reader

GENRE. Smut, fluff. Established relationship. Short, self-indulgent drabble. Soft and sleepy. Reader calls him ‘Jae’.

WORD COUNT. 1.3K

WARNING. Smut under cut, minors do not interact.

CONTENT. Profanity, almost no foreplay, unprotected sex (wrap it up), very lazy sex, the opposite of dialogue-heavy, nipple play, fingering, spitting / saliva, mutual masturbation.

How perfect he looked, knocked out and completely unaware of the animal in heat possessing you right now.

Your eyes raked over Jake’s peaceful features, taking in his messy hair and the way he would swallow, slightly lift his head and then drop it back down onto his pillow, before nuzzling the side of his face against it to get comfortable again. Not to mention, his bare torso and arms. You were practically drooling at the sight of his muscles tensing with every movement. He was so unbelievably sexy to you right now. It pissed you off that he could be sleeping right through your aching need, as clueless as could be.

You tossed and turned, trying to cool off both physically and emotionally. With your face buried in the pillow, you groaned softly in defeat.

Your eyes flickered back over Jake’s features, silently willing him to wake up. But you didn’t have time to wait on wishes to come true, so you shifted closer. His arm reached out for you, a foolproof tactic of yours. The hold he had on you was heavy, strong, as he pulled you flush against his chest — your head tucked under his chin, his fingers trailing half-assed lines up and down your back beneath your t-shirt.

A soft hum left your lips, and you hoped it was loud enough to at least stir him a little bit. His heavy eyelids lifted slightly, one eye squinted as he looked at the time on the digital clock across from him. It wasn’t even five in the morning.

‘What’s up?’ He sleepily mumbled, yawning before he could even finish the two-word sentence.

You frowned at the feel of him yawning above you, feeling slightly guilty for waking him. You created some space between the two of you, his hand sliding from your back to your thigh, gripping the flesh to keep you there. As you locked eyes with him, you took in his offended expression.

‘Go back to sleep, Jae,’ you murmured.

‘You’re up, I’m up,’ he protested, eyes falling closed again. ‘C’mere.’

He tugged fruitlessly at your thigh, pouting as you didn’t shift. With every ounce of strength he had in his sleepy state, he pulled you flush against him and hooked your leg over his hip. The soft gasp that left your lips was all the proof he needed. He smiled against your neck, pressing one soft kiss to the skin.

‘Just can’t get enough of me, can you?’ He teased, drawing his head back.

‘You’re such a dick,’ you retorted.

His hand slid up your thigh and over your ass, fingers pressing against your dampened panties. He groaned, eyes closing once more as he applied pressure to your clothed clit. You sighed, content to just let him rub you to an orgasm, and then pass out and get a good night of sleep for once.

But no. You knew Jake got hard at just the thought of you being wet, so it was no surprise when you felt his growing bulge press firmly against your front.

You slid up on top of him, finding his lips in a kiss. His hands were under your t-shirt, rubbing softly at your waist. Your hands cupped his face, holding him to you as you kissed. Kisses that were half soft and sleepy, half firm and needy. The kind of kiss that made you think; god, this it. I could die right here, right now. You hummed and sighed against his lips, one hand moving to gently rub at his scalp.

Jake’s hand slid between your thighs, pulling your soaked panties aside to slide two fingers between your folds. Warm and slick, as always. He hummed in approval, lifting you slightly to pull down his pyjama pants. The stereotypical ‘dad style’ pants you begged on your knees for him to start wearing.

How you even kept your hands to yourself at all after he agreed was an achievement in itself.

He jerked his cock for a second, getting fully hard before he tapped it against your entrance. You sat on it, rubbing your slick folds from the base to the tip a couple of times. He groaned into your mouth, hips just barely jerking up into the feeling.

You lifted your hips, giving him the space to press his tip to your entrance. He gently pushed into you, letting you slide the rest of the way. The kiss broke with the sated sighs that left each of your lips.

Falling flush against his bare chest, you considered just sitting there. But your boyfriend wasn’t a fan of cock-warming, and neither were you when sex with him felt that good. After a moment, you began to gently roll your hips. Struggling with the angle, you sat back. Jake watched you with hungry eyes, bottom lip pulled in between his teeth as you rocked against him. His hands moving to your hips helped you bounce slightly.

Knowing you’d get nowhere with the lazy pace you’d set, he began to fuck up into you. The bed rocked, soft sighs and moans falling from your lips that dissipated into the surrounding darkness.

A soft yelp fell from your lips as he hit your cervix, his apology almost as soft as your sound. But the way it made you clench around him, sucking him in, made him want to do it again. He tightly gripped your hips, holding you still as he continued to piston in and out of you. He was moaning breathlessly beneath you, a sinful image you were going to take back to sleep with you. Your moans turned into little whimpers as he fucked up into you hard and fast.

When he grew tired, he slumped back against the bed. You went back to rolling your hips and bouncing slightly, his hands roaming your body making your skin feel even hotter. He cupped your tits, massaging and groping. His thumbs flicked over your nipples, making you gasp and your movements jerk. You tightened around him, knees digging into his sides as you struggled to keep moving.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned, lifting you off him.

He replaced his cock with two of his fingers as you sat back on his thighs, letting you fuck yourself on them as he thrusted them in and out of you. After you spat on your own fingers, you rubbed at your clit with desperation. Jake began to jerk himself off messily, using his non-dominant hand for the sake of fingering you properly. Your eyes were fixed on his fist, the way he gripped himself tightly and twisted his wrist with every drag of his hand.

With the way you were clamping down on his fingers, Jake knew you were close. He picked up the pace of both his fingers and his hand, struggling to get you both off at the same time. You came with a gasp, dropping your head back in ecstasy.

Jake let out a whiny moan, cumming all over his fingers and his stomach. His fingers were stilled inside of you, but you were still rocking softly against them, riding out your orgasm. Your head dropped forward to see the end of his orgasm, watching the last few spurts of cum coat his fingers. Your twisted mind wanted to lick them clean, but you decided against it as you pulled out a few tissues from the box atop his bedside table.

You helped him clean up, the soiled tissues being tossed across the bedroom floor. You slid off of him and immediately knocked out, mumbling a half-assed confession of love.

Published by 11keu on Tumblr, 28th January 2025.

NOTE. i wrote this in an hour.. i’m down bad it’s 2 am

#enhypen smut #enha smut #jake sim smut #jake smut #sim jaeyun smut #jaeyun smut #enhypen hard hours #enha hard hours

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lyvhie · 5 days ago

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ᯓ★ making out with haechan

lying on the couch, his head tilted forward to kiss you gently, without any rush. a soft kiss, then another, and another, each one drawing out a light giggle from you that made him smile against your lips. he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, eyes barely leaving yours before leaning in again.

this time, the kiss lingered longer. his warm, soft lips pressed firmly to yours, his tongue teased your lips playfully, wet, hot, and a little provocative, waiting for you to part them just enough so he could slip inside. and when you did, he let out a quiet sound of approval, sliding his tongue into your mouth with a slow, sensual ease, meeting yours eagerly.

his hand reached up to your cheek, fingers brushing over your skin in an absent, tender motion, never once breaking the deepening kiss. slowly, his touch began to trail down, exploring the curve of your jaw, the line of your neck, until it slipped beneath your shirt and came to rest at your waist. hus fingers caressed the skin there gently, drawing slow, lazy circles, while his mouth stayed locked with yours, now sucking on your tongue with a hunger that sent heat spiraling through your core.

he shifted smoothly beneath you, guiding you to straddle him on the couch. both hands slid down to your ass, gripping firmly, pulling you closer, pressing you flush against him. his breath hitched slightly as your bodies met with delicious friction, and he didn’t even try to hide how much he wanted you closer. he liked to touch you, he just couldn’t keep his hands off you. one hand stayed right there, gripping your ass, giving it firm squeezes every now and then, the other hand moved up, threading into your hair, tugging gently as his kisses turned rougher, deeper, more demanding.

you pulled away to catch your breath, and he loved the sight of you panting, your lips glistening with spit and slightly swollen, the lipstick smudged messily around your mouth, and he was more than sure it was all over him too. but he could still see traces of your lipstick on your lips, which only meant one thing: he wasn’t stopping until there wasn’t a single hint of color left.

#haechan x reader #soft (?) hours #donghyuck x reader #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #haechan fluff #haechan suggestive #nct suggestive

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wendichester · 5 months ago

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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ . cuddles post-hunt,

summary. tired sammy is a soft cute cuddler .ᐟ

pairing. sam winchester + reader

wordcount. 642.

The motel room is quiet, save for the faint hum of the heater in the corner. You’re stretched out on the bed, the scratchy comforter bunched up around you, scrolling through your phone. When the door creaks open, you glance up to see Sam stepping inside. He looks tired—more than tired. His shoulders are slumped, and his hair is sticking up in a way that would be funny if he didn’t also look like he could pass out on his feet.

“Finally,” you say, locking your screen and tossing your phone onto the nightstand. “Thought maybe you got lost in the parking lot.”

Sam shuts the door behind him with a quiet click, managing a tired smile as he shrugs out of his jacket. “Wanted to scout the area. Make sure we're safe.”

“Of course, you did." You smile faintly as you watch him shrug out of his jacket and toss it over the chair, his movements slow, like even that takes too much energy. He's exhausted and it shows on his face.

He sits down heavily on the edge of the bed, his long legs stretch out in front of him, and for a moment, he just stares at the floor, like he’s trying to convince himself not to collapse.

“Hey.” You scoot closer, nudging his arm lightly with your knee. “You good?”

He lets out a slow breath, dragging a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Just... long day.”

“Try 'long week'.” You flop onto your side, propping your head up on one hand. “We totally kicked ass, though. That spirit? Toast. Literally.”

Sam huffs out a laugh, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He moves on the bed, his head tipping against the headboard. “Yeah,” His voice is soft, almost apologetic, like he's trying not to let the weight of the hunt bleed into this moment.

You don’t say anything—there’s no need. Instead, you slide an arm around his waist and rest your head against his chest. It takes him a second, but then he shifts, wrapping an arm around you, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder.

He lets out another sigh, this one quieter, and you feel the tension in his body start to ease. “This is nice,” he murmurs, his voice so low you almost miss it.

“Yeah,” you agree, your fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of his shirt. “It is.”

The room feels warmer now, not just from the heater but from the quiet comfort of being close to him. His heartbeat is steady under your ear, a soothing rhythm that makes your eyelids feel heavy.

“You’re always so warm,” you murmur sleepily, snuggling closer.

Sam chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Perks of being freakishly tall, I guess.”

You smile, but it’s small and lazy, your body already starting to relax. His hand starts to move, his fingers drawing slow, absentminded patterns on your arm. It’s soothing, almost hypnotic, and you feel yourself drifting.

“You okay?” he asks quietly after a moment, his voice gentle.

“Mmhm,” you hum, barely lifting your head. “Perfect.”

Sam’s hand stills for a moment, and then you feel his lips brush lightly against the top of your head. It’s such a small, tender gesture that it makes your chest ache in the best way.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

You tilt your head up to look at him, your eyes meeting his. There’s something soft and unguarded in his expression, a look that makes you feel like you’re the safest place he’s ever known.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promise, your voice just as quiet.

His arm tightens around you, pulling you impossibly closer, and you settle against him again, letting the warmth and safety of the moment wash over you. The world outside can wait. For now, this is enough.

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x female!reader #sam winchester fic #sam winchester fluff #.docx

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4unnyr0se · 1 year ago

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❥ being megumi's kindergarten teacher

warnings: fem! reader, teacher x single dad trope, BREEDING, rough sex, spanking, toji is a whore, not proofread at all (i wrote this while i was at work), toji is a decent father in this, megumi and tsumiki mentioned

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 628

i'll be so fr i do not like this but,,,whatever

The first thing Toji Fushiguro noticed about you was your hips. You were bent over your desk, shuffling through some children's drawings, trying to find Megumi’s from the day before. Tojo tried with all his might not to smack your ass, but his kid was watching. Gotta make a good impression, right?

Toji waited until Megumi ran off to play with his playgroup to hit on you; he was a good dad in that sense. He waited until your back was turned, hunching over your form with a smirk on his face. The heat from his breath tickled the baby hairs on your neck, his hands hovering just above your belly.

“I never knew Megumi had such a fine teacher,” he would purr in your ear, messy bangs hanging over his face. You’d blush and turn around, not expecting Toji to be that attractive. Tsumiki usually dropped Toji off, her class was just down the hall from Megumi’s. But damn, Mr. Fushiguro was fine as hell. You’d lecture him about how he was being entirely too inappropriate, fraternizing with his son’s teacher. But Toji remained smug as ever. Tsumiki never dropped Megumi off again after that day, it was just Toji.

His favorite part of the weekday was dropping Megumi off, walking over to you, and admiring how your face exploded in a bright red hue the second Toji opened his scarred lips, He loved seeing your modest skirt wrapped so perfectly around your hips, around your waist. How the turtleneck sweater you wore hugged your breasts so perfectly that it had to be intentional.

Every weekday, Toji would flirt with you. Whispering filth into your ear when the kids were distracted with their fingerpaintings. His large hand would grope the fat of your hips, squeezing them between his fingers while he inserted the most lewd ideas in your head. “I wonder how pretty you’d look bent over for me, hm?” he smirked, removing his hand from your hips as the first bell rang. “My place, Saturday, 10 PM. Don’t be late.”

And you were there right on time, wearing the sluttiest dress you had. Toji practically pounced on you, dragging you up the stairs of his townhouse and throwing you onto his messy bed. He instantly tore that dress off of you and that cute matching underwear set.

You’d yelp in surprise as his fingers plunged into you from behind, scissoring you open with ease. He’d pull his fingers out of your dripping core, shoving them inside your mouth for you to suck. He wouldn’t even wear a condom before pushing himself into your tight cunt, why would he? Wouldn’t you look so cute with another one of his babies in your belly? Tits full of milk for him and his brat?

Toji didn’t stop after his second orgasm, no sir. This motherfucker went seven rounds with you; seven fucking orgasms rippled through him as he filled you up once more from all different angles and areas of his townhouse. Bent over the kitchen counter, mating press on the living room floor, riding him on the couch while the TV played. Toji didn’t care how overstimulated you were, you were his. And you were gonna belong to him even more as soon as he knocked you up.

Of course, you went to work the following Monday, insisting on not sitting down because it’s ‘important for the students to see an adult not being lazy.’ When in reality, your ass stung so much from Toji’s spanks that it was painful to sit for long durations of time. Every fucking morning and afternoon that week, Toji flashed you his usual shit-eating grin because he knew you would come crawling back to him, begging to be fucked stupid once more.

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #toji fushigro x reader #toji fushiguro smut

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studioeisa · 5 months ago

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every day is a sunday 💫 minghao x reader x vernon.

footnotes: when your biases release a song, you write the goddamn smut. ⓘ mdni. porn with no plot, mentions of female anatomy, pet names (v: 'babe', m: 'pretty', 'sweets', 'good girl'). v: riding, unprotected sex. m: exhibitionism, praise. not proofread. word count: 1.4k.

your thighs feel like they're on fire.

you've been riding vernon for the better half of the past hour, your knees pressed on either side of his thighs. between the three of you, vernon was usually the one who gave in first. there's no sign of that tonight.

your movements are getting erratic, desperate, and the two boys in the room can tell. vernon shoots you a lazy grin from underneath you, his gaze half-lidded as he merely rests his arms on the back of the couch.

"what's wrong, babe?" he practically coos. it's almost cruel, the way he's kept his hands away from you this entire time. "you're gettin' sloppy."

"vernon," you hiss, your tone edged with annoyance. your hands dart out to grasp his shoulders as you try to better control your thrusts. "can you just— please—"

vernon chuckles, the sound breathless and low. "please what?" he taunts.

"hansol."

vernon's gaze flicks past you.

you can't see him, but you can imagine how minghao looks from where he's seated across the room. one leg over the other; arms crossed over his chest. that clench of his jaw.

"what?" vernon huffs, the word practically whined out as you punish him with an intentional roll of your hips. "i was just asking."

"you're being mean," minghao accuses.

when you hear the sound of minghao's chair scratching backward, you could almost cry with relief. you're not sure, yet, what reprieve the other man might offer; the mere thought of it coming is victory in itself.

you keep your stuttering pace on vernon, your cunt fluttering around his dick in a way that usually has him finishing quick. but he's just a little bit distracted, caught between muffling his moans and watching minghao approach.

when you feel minghao's lithe fingers press into your ass, you let out a low whimper.

"need some help, pretty?" minghao asks, his voice deceptively soft and sweet for what he's offering. his words are barely above a murmur, spoken as he presses his chest to your back.

you give a jerky nod of your head, your body still moving mostly on its own volition in your pursuit of getting vernon to finish. all the while, the boy below you looks like he's holding his breath, his hands now clenching at the couch cushions.

"please," you breathe. "please, hao."

"so polite," minghao teases, but he's already maneuvering to get a better hold of you. you pause to hold yourself up by your shaky knees. vernon's cock slips out of you, the leaking head just barely pressed into your entrance.

once minghao's a little more certain with his hand placement, he wastes no time.

minghao practically pushes you down onto vernon. your greedy cunt swallows him right up, his tip sliding straight home into one of your sensitive spots.

you gasp. vernon lets out a keening whine.

minghao lifts you up then thrusts you back down until vernon's dick is spearing you once again. you try— you really, really do— to match minghao's pace, but he seems dead set on manhandling you like you're nothing more than a doll that's meant to get vernon off.

vernon's knuckles are white where they're against the cushions. his head is thrown back against the back of the couch as minghao works you down onto him with brutal efficiency.

"fuck," vernon gasps, his chest begin to heave. "that's so— fuck—"

minghao drops you back down onto vernon's lap with punishing sharpness. you feel vernon fill you up, the sensation of which draws a moan from you.

"you were taking your time," minghao grouses. "and i was feeling a little more impatient than usual."

despite your fucked out state, you vaguely register the feel of minghao's clothed hardness pressing behind you. you arch your back enough to give the other boy some friction.

minghao responds with a soft sigh. "always so considerate," he says, not once ceasing in the way he's guiding your bouncing on vernon. "but let's get hansol to finish first, hm?"

vernon's hips begin to twitch underneath you, his control slipping with every drag of his thick cock against your walls. he bucks up, a string of cusses falling from his lips.

"there it is," minghao says a little too smugly.

minghao shifts from behind you, just enough so that he can lean forward and have his lips right over your ears. you can feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin as he whispers conspiratorially, the words still loud enough for vernon to hear.

"why don't you do that thing with your pretty little pussy, sweets?" minghao prompts. "milk him dry."

somehow, you manage to nod. your body complies unquestioningly— your warm heat clenching around vernon's hardness.

"christ!"

vernon lets go of the cushions and finally touches you, his hands landing on your hips. minghao lets out a tut of disapproval.

"come on, 'sol." there's just enough unquestionable authority in minghao's words that you know vernon will comply to whatever the man commands. "reward her for being a good girl."

another lift, another thrust. vernon's teeth sink into his lower lip as one of his shaking hands delves between your bodies, finding your clit. he begins to draw tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, his own movements uncoordinated with the pace that minghao has set.

your breathing grows more ragged, the onslaught of sensations beginning to take its toll.

vernon's cock, twitching inside you with every buck of his hips. minghao's guidance, which has now gotten faster to meet vernon's impending climax.

"doing so well for us," minghao tells you, his fingers pressing just a little tighter against your skin. you can just imagine what he's seeing— the way your tits bounce, the way vernon's throbbing dick is completely sheathed, the way the pair of you look so, so gone.

"hao," you choke out.

vernon pinches your clit, drawing out a surprised moan from you.

"don't moan his name while you're fucking me," vernon chides, his voice hoarse. "you'll have time for that later."

the thought of that, of a later, makes you dizzy. you give a whimper at the warning before practically slumping against minghao, giving him more carte blanche to move you as he deems fit.

whether or not he cares to admit it, minghao is beginning to get a little desperate, too. his hold on you slips for a brief moment and he lets out an annoyed huff before grasping your ass even tighter.

he knows he has to get the two of you to finish soon if he wants to have any fun himself.

minghao presses you down again, leaning forward until his teeth have caught on your earlobe. your breath hitches in your throat and even vernon groans, knowing what's about to hit.

"need you to come for me, pretty. can you do that?" minghao murmurs. "he's not gonna finish 'till you do, and i really want some of that pussy for myself. i've been dreaming of fucking his cum right back into you, sweets. wanna make a mess of you—"

the absolute filth of minghao's words sends you careening over the edge, your orgasm temporarily blindsiding you. your walls flutter around vernon, so tight that it's almost like you're pushing him out.

minghao holds your body up as waves of pleasure wash over you. vernon has absolutely given up on all pretenses of being cool at this point, his hips ramming up against yours as he abuses the tightness of your cunt.

vernon climaxes with a drawn out whine of your name. his release spurts into you, overflowing enough that there's a rim of white at your entrance as his thrusts grow weaker.

you can feel the gentle press of minghao's lips against the top of your head.

"such a good girl," minghao says, his hands moving up and down your arms as he settles you just enough so that vernon is bottomed out, stemming his own cum.

you lean against vernon's heaving chest. he reaches up to shakily run his fingers through your hair. "what he said," vernon breathes, and you huff out a laugh.

you're still catching your breath when you hear the unmistakable sound of minghao's belt clinking off.

you finally deign to glance at him, and you're treated to the sight of his lips curling into a smirk around his next two words.

"my turn."

#vernon x reader #vernon smut #vernon imagines #minghao x reader #minghao smut #minghao imagines #vernhao #the8 x reader #the8 smut #the8 imagines #svt smut #seventeen smut #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #( couldn't move on from 54321 (Lift Off). please accept whatever the hell this is )#(💎) page: svt #(🥡) notebook

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museanddream · 4 months ago

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For Your Ears Only || Laia Codina x reader

Summary: Laia is too loud but you can’t say no to her. You’ll just have to deal with the consequences later. 🔞

Inspired by this drabble by the incredible @vixwritesagain - this story picks up where hers ends. Big thanks to Vix for a) inspiring this fic with her wonderful words and b) giving me permission to share this!

Word count: 3k

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You should’ve learned your lesson.

An entire day of teasing, of Misa’s exaggerated and increasingly caricaturistic impressions of Laia’s moans, of wanting to spend every precious second you can with your girlfriend but also not wanting to give the rest of your teammates the opportunity to remind you how loud you were last night.

You should know that you need to be quiet or risk more of the same tomorrow.

Well, it’s not you that’s the problem.

Still, the way that Laia’s moans are muffled around the two fingers in her mouth is hardly doing much to deter you from causing a repeat performance. Quite the opposite, actually. You’re too far gone to change your mind now, tomorrow’s inevitable teasing be damned.

You lick at her cunt, timing the strokes of your tongue against her with the thrust of your fingers into her mouth. She tastes like heaven, like nectar on your tongue.

When your tongue flutters against her clit, Laia’s head falls back and your fingers slip from her mouth. The lyrical moan she lets out is what you imagine heaven sounds like too.

You really need to invest in an actual gag before the next camp.

Or, at the very least, manipulate the room plan so that you’re not neighbouring Jenni and Misa.

“Laia!” you chastise her, though there’s very little bite to your words.

“I’m trying,” she apologises. Even as she says it the second half of her words morph into another whine.

You find it hard to be mad at her for making so much noise. One; you’ve heard her unrestrained moans too many times before to think that this is the loudest she can be, which means she really is trying to stay quiet. And two; she looks far too pretty, splayed out and writhing against the crumpled sheets, for you to actually be annoyed.

With nothing in Laia’s mouth to muffle her sounds, you reluctantly lift your tongue from between her legs and start kissing up her body. And while your intention is to cover her mouth with your own to stop any more noises escaping, as your lips travel between Laia’s hipbone and her navel and her breath catches in her throat, you’re reminded that barring last night, it’s been weeks since you had her body laid out in front of you to explore properly.

So maybe it’s your fault when your lips pass across the ticklish spot on her ribcage and she inhales with a sharp hiss. Maybe it’s your fault when your tongue finds her nipple and swirls around the puckered bud once, twice, drawing out one of your girlfriend’s familiar mewls. Maybe it’s your fault when you finally settle on top of Laia and slot one of your legs between hers and she lets out a moan that fills the room.

“Laia,” you warn her again, though you continue to rock your thigh against where she’s hot and wet for you. “Baby, they’ll hear you.”

Laia pays no notice, instead more intent on pawing at your ass to get you to roll your thigh against her again.

Despite your better judgment, you’re happy to oblige.

You swallow her answering moan with a kiss, rocking against her core until her slick coats your leg.

Without breaking the kiss, you send one hand down Laia’s body and slip your hand between your thigh and her cunt. Her legs fall open obediently as your fingers slide easily through her folds, exploring without much of a purpose except to tease.

“Please,” Laia mumbles against your lips.

“Will you be good for me?” you whisper back.

Laia nods eagerly, threading her hand through your hair to pull you back into another blistering kiss.

As you kiss her back feverishly, your fingers graze over her clit with a few lazy circles, then dip lower to tease at her hole. Her hips buck beneath you, no doubt trying to coax you inside her, but instead you collect her arousal with your fingertips and drag them back up to smear around her clit.

“Stop teasing,” Laia half-growls.

“I’m not,” you say, pushing your hand lower and sinking two of your fingers into her.

It’s definitely your fault when Laia’s reaction is to let out a wanton moan, because you don’t think to muffle it with a kiss until the sound has already filled the room. But you kiss her anyway, even if it’s too late, capturing the sound that follows when you press down with the pads of your fingers inside her.

Laia is perfect as you fuck her. The way that her hands claw at you, one tight around your bicep and the other dragging blunt nails across your back. The way that one of her legs hooks around the small of your back, using it as leverage as she grinds upwards in rhythm with your thrusts. The way you can feel her clenching around you each time you find that one spot inside her that you know drives her completely wild.

Perfect, until her head falls back again and she lets out a hoarse “oh fuck” that’s just a fraction too loud.

“Laia, baby…”

You slip your fingers out of her as you hush her, though when you immediately move them to rub tiny circles above her clit, Laia lets out a breathy sigh of pleasure.

“I know, I know,” Laia replies, eyes fluttering closed in a way that makes you pretty sure that she’s only half-listening to you.

You watch her closely, admiring the tiny details in her face as you play with her clit. Her forehead crinkles with the exertion of trying to keep quiet, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure and her lips slightly parted. You commit it all to memory, knowing that national camp is short and it won’t be long until the memories are all you have.

“Get the strap,” Laia murmurs, eyes flickering open again.

Your fingers fall still on her clit and you tilt your head to the side as you look down at her.

“Baby, we both know you can’t stay quiet when I fuck you like that,” you remind her.

“But … but I need you.”

I need you. Words that you often hear through the phone late at night, when it’s only your own fingers between your legs and Laia’s melodic moans are choked by the phone’s tinny speaker instead of filling your room.

You’ve waited ages, too long, to hear her say those words in person.

So why would you deny her now?

Besides, hasn’t the damage already been done?

“You really have to be quiet,” you remind her, as you roll off her and wander over to your open suitcase. The strap is barely hidden beneath a t-shirt, your favourite dildo already fitted into the harness from last night.

“I’ll try,” Laia assures you. “I promise.”

But with the way she stares at you as you step into the harness and tighten it around your hips, her lips parted and pupils blown, you’re pretty sure Laia wants you enough to agree to anything right now.

“Hands and knees,” you instruct Laia as you kneel your way back into the bed. “If you need to make a sound, use the pillow.”

Laia scrambles into position like she thinks you might change your mind if she doesn’t do it quickly enough, rolling onto her front and pushing her ass towards you as she raises herself onto her knees.

“Fuck, baby,” you praise her, bringing your hand down onto her ass cheek with a slap, then squeezing the flesh appreciatively. “You really want this, don’t you?”

“Always,” Laia nods in response.

You slide your hand between her legs, teasing with your fingers. Then, when Laia pushes herself back again, you reach for the cock strapped to your hips and nudge the thick head against her entrance.

“Yes,” Laia breathes. Her head falls forward, forehead pressed to the bed between the arms that hold her weight.

The way that Laia offers herself up to you so willingly has you losing your mind in all sorts of ways. It takes all the self-restraint in the world to hold back from letting yourself get lost in the moment and start pounding into her.

Instead, you push forward with your hips slowly, filling her inch by inch. Laia hisses and gasps as you move, pretty noises for your ears only, until you’re sheathed fully inside her.

“Fuck, Lai.” It’s your turn to groan, palming her ass with both hands and spreading her cheeks so you can see where the purple silicone stretches her open. “You’re taking me so well.”

“I’m yours,” Laia tells you. “Always yours.”

The possessive beast within you stirs, pulling out halfway, then thrusting back inside.

“Yes,” you growl. “Mine.”

The pace you set is a steady one, not too fast while you let Laia get used to the feeling of you inside her. But it’s really hard to control yourself, the way she presents herself for your pleasure and the extra shine you can see on the toy each time you withdraw, requiring a lot of restraint to not just start rutting into Laia with abandon.

The sounds she lets out are thankfully soft. Breathy gasps, pretty grunts each time you fill her, all much quieter than Laia’s usual volume. Where her head is turned to the side, one of her cheeks pressed to the pillow, you can see the way her face is twisted with the exertion of trying to stay quiet, or maybe just the sheer pleasure of it all.

“You can go harder,” Laia suggests, between choked groans.

You know you shouldn’t. You need her to stay quiet. You really shouldn’t-

“Beg for it.” The words spill from your lips before you have the chance to stop them. “Beg for me.”

“Please,” Laia urges you without hesitation. “Harder. I need it. Fuck me properly.”

It’s this, Laia’s thinly veiled implication that what you’ve been doing so far isn’t quite to her satisfaction, that makes you lose your mind.

You grab Laia by her thighs and manhandle her until she’s flat on her stomach beneath you with her legs wide enough for you to slot between them. In your roughness, the toy slips out with a pop, slick with her arousal, but you’re quick to wrap your fingers around the wet silicone and nudge it back between her legs.

In hindsight, you should’ve expected Laia’s groan of pleasure as you fill her in a single swift thrust, far louder than any she’s made since you started using the strap. But all you can focus on is how much you want her, all the pent-up frustration from spending the entire day being relentlessly teased by your other teammates each time you even glanced in Laia’s direction, flooding out of you as you start to fuck into her properly.

“Fuck!” Laia cries out. “Like that!”

You curl your body over hers, arms planted on either side of her shoulders as you lean towards her ear and growl, “Yes? You like it when I fuck you like this?”

Laia nods as much as she can with you practically pinning her to the mattress.

“Yes! Feels so good!”

“Fuck, baby.” You muffle a groan of your own by pressing your lips to the tanned skin of her shoulder blades. “You feel so good too. I can feel how tight you are.”

Still, you don’t relent the vicious rocking of your hips, filling her over and over again, drawing sound after pretty sound from her lips.

“Shhh,” you hush her half-heartedly. You have no intention of actually forcing Laia to shut up, though your sex-addled brain knows you should probably make more of an effort to be quiet.

Even if Laia herself was quieter, the sounds of your sex fill the room. The chatter of the television you turned on when you arrived back to your room in an attempt to mask the sounds you knew would soon follow seems to fade into the background, drowned out by the rhythmic creak of the mattress below you, the occasional thump of the headboard against the wall.

Even the slick sounds of the toy filling Laia over and over seem amplified.

“Don’t stop,” Laia pleads,

“Are you going to come?” you ask Laia.

She doesn’t answer with words, but you see the frantic nod of her head.

Her confirmation is all you need to realise how close you are too.

This position has always done it for you. Having Laia beneath you like this allows you to grind your clit against the harness each time you rut into her, a delicious pressure that builds you towards your peak without fail.

“Gonna come soon,” you warn Laia, as you manage to slip your hand between her body and the bedsheets with only the tiniest stumble to the rhythm of your hips, eager fingertips seeking out Laia’s clit.

“Yes!” Laia cries out. “Want you to come with me.”

The way you fuck into her has her grinding against your hand. She’s so wet that you barely need to do anything except hold your fingers in place and let friction do the rest.

Even just the thought of feeling her fall apart beneath you has you rapidly hurtling towards your own peak.

“I’m so fucking close,” you manage to gasp out. “Are you gonna come with me, Lai?”

Laia lets out a sound to the affirmative, somewhere between a whimper and a squeak, as she continues to hump your hand.

“Yes!” you encourage her. “So good for me, baby. So perfect.”

“I’m coming! I -”

You feel it as it hits her, the way that her body tenses beneath you, then writhes as much as she can where you’ve got her trapped against the mattress.

But it’s the sounds she lets out that tips you over the edge into your own orgasm, the soft pants as it builds, the few seconds of complete silence when it finally hits her, then the absolute wail of pleasure that spills from Laia’s throat as it wracks her body.

Your movements are almost non-existent as you work through your climax, the way that Laia clamps around the toy meaning that you can only really hump the harness as wave after tidal wave of ecstasy courses through you. You manage to muffle your own cry of pleasure by sinking your teeth into the nearest thing, which just happens to be Laia’s shoulder.

As your body goes heavy, you melt into Laia until you’re practically one person, until you can’t tell where you stop and she begins. Her skin is soft beneath you, her hair tickling your cheek where you nuzzle into her neck. You just want to feel every inch of her body against yours.

When the last tremors of your orgasm have subsided. you pull out of Laia carefully, pressing an apologetic kiss to the red mark forming on the back of her shoulder, then roll off her and make quick work of discarding the harness.

Afterwards, Laia pulls you close, her hot body nestling against yours as you both catch your breath and calm your racing hearts.

“You promised me you’d be quiet,” you murmur amusedly, wrapping your arms around Laia and pressing a kiss to the wispy tendrils of hair at her temple as she snuggles into your side.

“No, I promised you I’d try. There’s a difference.”

She smiles lazily up at you, clearly pleased with her loophole in her post-orgasmic haze.

“You’re the worst.” You roll your eyes, then squeeze her affectionately. “But I love you. So much. I wish the only time we get to spend together wasn’t like this. There’s so much more I’d do to you if we had more time and privacy.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

If Laia’s noise is half the problem, her insatiability is the other half. The mischievous glint in her dark eyes is very hard to say no to.

“Don’t tempt me. We’ve got a game in two days so we really need to sleep. You know I had to invent a migraine to explain last night’s poor sleep score to the performance staff?”

Laia chuckles under her breath as she replies, “I pretended I had bad dreams.”

“They’ll figure us out soon. We won’t be allowed to share a room again.”

A wicked grin stretches across Laia’s cheeks as she rolls fully on top of you and cups your jaw as she says, “Then we should make the most of it while we can.”

She leans in for a kiss and you respond slowly, with absolutely no intention of letting this escalate, just content with leisurely making out with the person you’ve spent so many weeks missing the company of.

Until you hear a sudden noise from next door that forces you to break apart, the creaking of a mattress and the distinct sounds of two different headboards hitting the wall in different rhythms.

“Oh Laia!” You hear Misa’s poor imitation of your voice drift through the wall.

“Yes, baby!” comes Jenni’s exaggerated echo. “Give it to me! Right there!”

“Oh yes, just like that!”

“More! More!”

The banging stops and you hear Jenni’s loud cackle, clearly pleased with herself.

Your cheeks burn as you picture Jenni and Misa jumping up and down on their beds as they impersonate the two of you, realising only now that you’ve heard them exactly how thin the hotel walls are.

You wrap your arms tighter around Laia, as if holding her close will protect you both from the embarrassment.

“We don’t sound like that,” Laia mumbles into your chest.

“We don’t,” you agree. “But you did.”

You can still hear Jenni and Misa’s raucous laughter from next door, no question in your mind who is the butt of their jokes.

“If I murder them both tomorrow morning, will you help me hide the bodies?” you ask Laia softly.

Ever the perfect girlfriend, Laia is quick to agree.

“Of course!”

#woso x reader #woso smut #woso imagine #woso fanfics #laia codina x reader

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shalomniscient · 5 months ago

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feixiao x reader [nsft utc]

"w-when i said we should do cardio after you finished, i didn't me-- ngh--!"

feixiao cuts you off with another sinful roll of her hips, bullying the head of her thick cock already buried full in your squeezing cunt against that one spot that has your toes curling. your thighs tremble as she has you face down ass up on the bed, her large hands squeezing the meat of your hips appreciatively. you have to crane your head to the side to look over your shoulder up at her, and her expression is pulled into one of shameless smugness, a fanged grin wide on her lips.

"what was that?" she teases, snaking a hand down to tease your stiff clit with her thumb. you groan at that, half-muffled against the sheets, and her ear twitches at the sound. "c'mon, you're not complaining, are you?"

with what little brain capacity you have left, you huff, inner walls squeezing around her in a way that has her sucking in a sharp breath. "n-no," you manage, fingers curling into the sheets as she languidly moves her hips, her hips clapping against the back of your thighs. feixiao chuckles, leaning down to kiss between your shoulder blades, along the curve of your spine. you shiver at the feeling of her warm breath against your skin, and then the plushness of her lips, reflexively pushing back against her as you chase more of that sweet friction.

"that's what i thought, princess," feixiao croons as she bends over you like a crescent, one hand sliding over the back of yours and intertwining your fingers while the other continues to work lazy circles around your clit. she's a lot more relaxed this time, some of her energy having been worked off by her training. she's indulging fully in the way your velvety cunt wraps snug around her shaft, fluttering and clenching each time she draws back only to snap back inside. she noses and nips along your shoulders and nape, sucking and biting little marks into the skin there. she can taste the tang of your sweat salty on her tongue, and she licks a stripe along the column of your neck just to hear you whine. the sound goes straight to her cock, twitching inside you, and her ears press flat against her skull.

despite the slowness of her pace, it isn't very long until you're squirming beneath her, the muscles of your abdomen flexing and jumping as your orgasm creeps up on you. she feels it too, a coil low and heavy in her gut and a pressure under her skin trying to expand outward. she trades her long, deep strokes for sharp grinds against you, keeping her cock snugly buried in your tightness. it allows her to target your g-spot with ruthless efficiency, pulling hoarse moans and cries from your lips. her chest is pressed to your back now as she leans as far forward as she can to chase your mouth, eager and needy to swallow your moans in a bruising kiss, although it's much less of a kiss and more of a dance of teeth and tongue. your breath mingles with hers, praise intertwined with breathy pleas of her name, and she swears upon the stars she's going to give you what you want. everything, anything you want.

"that's it, princess," she grunts as she feels you cum around her with a low cry into her mouth, "that's it. pretty girl, so pretty for me, so perfect." your pleasure-addled noises slowly taper off into sweet begging for her, for her to fill you up and cum inside and god she wonders if you know the things it does to her. you probably do, on some base physical level, which is why you so often mewl it to her even when your brain is leaking out through your pussy around her dick. feixiao ruts harder against you, a rumbling growl building in her throat as she feels her balls draw up tight and her heart skip several beats in a row to the time of her thrusts. when she finally cums she sinks her teeth into your shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but certainly hard enough to leave a mark, and you must enjoy it because you cum again, pussy squeezing and fluttering around her length like you're trying to drain her dry. her hips stutter of their own accord, fucking deeper into your addicting heat before she feels the edge wear off, and she slowly lowers herself down on your back, her face pressed against your spine as she pants for breath. she doesn't pull out, not yet, she knows you don't like it when she pulls out too quickly, so she stays within you as you both recover, idly smoothing her hands up and down your sides. when she hears your breathing even out, she presses another kiss to your sweat-damp skin.

"alright?" she asks, and you only make an affirmative noise in response. she laughs a little breathlessly, rolling over with you in her arms so she's not smothering you with her weight. the movement jostles her cock in your cunt a little, making you whine, but she soothes you with another kiss to your shoulder. her hand sneaks down to brush over the bulge she forms in your tummy, and she feels that heat pulse low at the base of her spine, but you're so thoroughly fucked out as it is that she decides to keep it to the back of her mind. for now.

(maybe it'll be a different story when you both make it to the shower. whenever that is.)

a minute later, her wristwatch beeps. right, she'd forgotten to take it off. she glances at it--then grins like a cat more than a fox; three perfectly filled cardio rings shine innocently at her from the screen. she knows what she's doing for cardio from now on.

#sev.thirsts #[nsft]#feixiao x reader #feixiao smut #yeah this is about the new lc #bon apetitty feixiao nation

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honeyslibrary · 4 months ago

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NSFW A-Z Headcannons | Luke Hughes

Pairing; Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warning(s); Smut, depiction of smut, not sure what else, only edited once

Summary; Based on this request: "NSFW Luke Hughes boyfriend headcannons?"

Word Count; 6.5k

Author’s note; Didn't mean for this to be this long, that's just kind of how it happened 😄 Also, I skipped letters N, R and W because I couldn't think of anything for them, also I got lazy. Disclaimer, these are just my opinions, you might feel differently! And to the Anon who requested this, sorry for the long wait, but I hope you like it ☺️ As per usual, any thoughts/reblogs are appreciated. This was also my first time writing for Baby Hughes, so please let me know how I did <3 -Honey

A - Aftercare (what is he like after sex?)

Luke is incredibly attentive and gentle after sex, making your comfort his top priority. As soon as the moment passes, his first instinct is to check in with you, asking how you’re feeling both emotionally and physically.

Whether it’s simply wiping you down with a warm, damp cloth or helping you slip into fresh clothes, Luke takes his time ensuring that you feel clean and refreshed. If you seem especially worn out, he'll be the first to suggest drawing a hot bath for you. He loves pampering you with little things, like lighting a few candles or adding soothing bath salts to help you fully relax.

He’s also always thinking ahead about your needs: offering you water and making sure you’re hydrated is a must in his book. He’ll quietly remind you to sip from the glass he's brought to the bedside, and often, he’ll head to the kitchen to toast some bread or fix up a light snack. The sight of him coming back with a slice of buttered toast, maybe even with a dab of honey if he’s feeling sweet, is almost a ritual at this point.

B - Body Part (his favorite body part of yours.)

Luke may claim he doesn't have a preference when it comes to your body—after all, he loves every inch of you—but deep down, you both know he's an ass man through and through. Despite his playful insistence that he appreciates your curves equally, the way his eyes linger and his hands instinctively gravitate to your backside give him away every time.

He has this habit of sneaking up behind you, only to give your ass a firm, playful slap as you walk by. It never fails to catch you off guard, leaving you gasping and shooting him a glare, though you can't help but laugh at his antics. He loves that moment—the surprise in your eyes, the way you scold him halfheartedly, knowing full well it's an act you both secretly enjoy.

But when things get heated, his obsession becomes even more obvious. When you’re riding him, there’s something about the way your body moves that drives him wild. His hands always find their way to your hips, then to your ass, gripping you firmly as he guides your movements or bucks his hips up to meet you. The way his fingers dig into your soft flesh, holding you tight as you move together, is as much about his need for closeness as it is about his love for that part of your body. He relishes the feel of your skin under his hands, squeezing harder with every thrust, like he can’t get enough of the sensation.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum.)

Luke is insatiable when it comes to the taste of you. There’s something about the way you respond to him, the way your body trembles and arches under his tongue. Every time he’s between your legs, lapping at you with vigor, he’s already anticipating that moment when he’ll push you over the edge. He can tell when you’re close—your breath hitching, your thighs tensing—and just when you think you might pull away from the intensity, Luke grips your thighs a little tighter, holding you in place with firm hands. He’s not letting go, not until he’s had his fill.

He loves the way your body reacts, the way you try to squirm but can’t escape his eager mouth. His tongue moves faster, hungrier, riding out every wave of your orgasm as he devours you completely. Nothing goes to waste—he swallows eagerly, savoring the taste of you like it’s something he’s been craving all day. The look in his eyes when he finally pulls away, face glistening, tells you everything you need to know: he could do this forever and never get tired of it.

But it’s not just about you—Luke has his own obsessions too, and cumming on your chest is one of them. There's something primal about it, something that excites him in a way he can’t fully explain. When he’s close, he’ll pull out and stroke himself over you, watching with an intense gaze as those little white spurts land against your breasts, decorating your skin. It’s a sight that makes his breath hitch every time—the contrast of his release against your soft skin, the way it glistens in the low light.

And you know exactly how to make it even more irresistible to him. The way you run your fingers through the sticky substance, swirling it around your chest before gathering it up and slowly bringing it to your lips. The moment your eyes lock with his and you place your fingers in your mouth, sucking and swallowing his cum, Luke is undone, your boldness making him burn with desire all over again.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of his.)

He had a dirty little secret, one he’d never admitted to anyone—not even you. The sound of your voice alone could undo him, unraveling every shred of self-control he thought he had. There’d been more than a few nights when he was away on the road, exhausted after a grueling game and longing for you in ways he couldn’t quite put into words. But then, his phone would ring, and there you were.

Your soft, familiar voice would fill the lonely silence of his hotel room as you checked in on him. “How’d the game go?” you’d ask, your tone warm and caring. And then, almost instinctively, he’d turn the conversation toward you. He loved hearing you talk—about your day, your little triumphs and frustrations, even the most mundane details. It wasn’t just the words themselves; it was the way you said them, with a natural emphasis that made him feel like you were right there with him.

What you didn’t know, though, was that he wasn’t just listening. As you spoke, his hand would slide down, stroking himself in slow, deliberate motions. Every laugh, every sigh, every little inflection in your voice sent a jolt of heat straight through him, tightening the coil of arousal in his stomach. He’d bite his lip to keep quiet, the phone pressed tight against his ear as he imagined the look on your face if you knew what he was doing.

“...And then the meeting ran over, so I didn’t even have time to grab lunch,” you’d say, completely unaware of the effect you were having on him. He’d hum in response, his breath hitching slightly—just enough to betray him, though you never seemed to notice. He’d let you keep talking, your voice a sweet and addictive melody that pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

Sometimes, he barely made it through the call before he came undone, biting down on his fist to muffle the groan threatening to escape. Other times, he’d let the pleasure build, teasing himself as long as he could, savoring every word that fell from your lips. When he finally released, it was always with your name tumbling from his own, his mind painted with vivid images of you.

Afterward, he’d feel a little guilty—maybe even a little embarrassed—but never enough to stop. How could he, when you had such a hold on him?

E - Experience (how experienced is he?)

Luke’s no stranger to sex, and his confidence in the bedroom shows it. As an attractive guy who’s spent years in the spotlight as a professional athlete, it’s no surprise that he's had his fair share of attention. In college, he had a few regular hookups, enjoying the freedom and thrill that came with it. But even then, Luke was never the type to chase every opportunity that came his way. While some might expect him to embrace the stereotypical “player” lifestyle, he always kept his distance from that image. For him, it’s never been about numbers or conquests—he’s more concerned with the kind of person he is, and he’s always been mindful of the reputation tied to his last name.

As for his skills in the bedroom? You’ve never had any complaints. In fact, Luke has a way of constantly exceeding your expectations. Whether it’s his ability to read your body, his keen understanding of your needs, or his desire to make every moment feel deep and personal, he’s always one step ahead. He makes you feel cared for and satisfied, every. single. time.

F - Favorite Position (what is his favorite position?)

Missionary. Call it basic if you want, but for Luke, it’s far from ordinary—it’s his favorite for a reason. There’s something undeniably sexy about being able to look directly into your eyes as he thrusts inside you, the way your face contorts with pleasure, how your mouth falls open in gasps and moans, it drives him wild.

There’s a particular thrill he gets from being able to see every reaction as he pounds into you. Sometimes, he has to fight the urge to do something just a little bit dirty—like letting a line of saliva drip from his mouth into yours, testing that boundary between passionate and primal.

He also loves the physical closeness missionary provides—the way your legs instinctively wrap around him, pulling him in deeper. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through both of you, your bodies perfectly aligned. The way your thighs tighten around his waist or pull him closer, as if urging him never to stop, fuels his desire. He knows he’s hitting all the right spots when he feels your legs trembling around him.

But it’s not just the pleasure that gets him—it’s the way your body responds to him. He loves the sight of your back arching off the bed, your chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, every movement showing just how deeply you’re feeling him. The way your breasts press against him, the warmth of your skin, the way your hips tilt up to meet him—it’s all intoxicating to him.

G - Goofy (is he serious or humorous during sex?)

Luke is almost always playful in the bedroom, constantly cracking jokes or doing something to make you laugh. It’s a dynamic that completely caught you off guard at first—so different from the seriousness of your past relationships—but it’s one of the things you love most about him. With Luke, sex isn’t just about finishing, it's about enjoying each other, truly. His sense of humor and lightheartedness bring a kind of joy that makes everything feel more relaxed, and you find yourself loving it more than you ever expected.

It could be something as simple as an unexpected tickle to your sides when you least expect it, sending you into a fit of giggles, or him saying something off-the-wall mid-act that makes you burst into laughter. Sometimes, he’ll break the intensity of the moment just to whisper something ridiculous in your ear, leaving you gasping, not just from pleasure but from trying to catch your breath between laughs.

And he lives for that reaction—the way you scold him while your cheeks flush with laughter, but at the same time, you’re completely enjoying every second of it. He’s got this natural ability to blend humor with passion, making the experience feel light, but no less intimate. Luke seems to know exactly when to switch it up, keeping the mood playful and teasing, but always bringing it back to the heat and intensity when the moment calls for it.

Unless he’s in a bad mood, which is rare, you can always count on a few jokes or spirited antics during your time together. It’s just how Luke is—he loves seeing you smile, hearing you laugh, and knowing that the two of you can have fun together, even during the most affectionate moment.

H - Hair (how well groomed is he?)

Luke’s grooming style could best be described as “free-flowing” and low-maintenance. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t stress over keeping everything perfectly trimmed down there. Unless you specifically remind him, he’s more than happy to let things grow as they do. For him, it’s just not something he gives much thought to—he’s confident in his body and comfortable with whatever state he’s in.

That laid-back attitude extends to how he feels about you as well. He’s never been one to care whether you’re perfectly shaven or not; in fact, he makes it clear that your natural state is just as attractive to him. There have been times when you’ve felt a little self-conscious, maybe because you haven’t shaved in a while and hesitated when things started to heat up. But Luke is quick to shut that down. The moment you show even the slightest sign of resistance, he’s right there reminding you that it doesn’t matter to him in the slightest.

I - Intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect.)

When it comes to intimacy, Luke is the definition of generous and affectionate. He’s not just focused on the physical aspects of being together—he’s deeply invested in making sure you feel loved and cherished throughout every moment. During sex, he’s constantly telling you how much you mean to him, whispering soft “I love you’s” as his eyes lock onto yours, making sure you feel the weight of those words every single time. It’s more than just a routine declaration; he wants you to know just how much he adores and values you, not only in the bedroom but in every aspect of your relationship.

Luke has this innate ability to make you feel completely safe and adored, whether it’s through his soft kisses that trail down your neck or the way he runs his fingers gently through your hair as you’re wrapped up in each other. He makes it a point to ensure that you’re comfortable every step of the way, taking time to listen to your body and respond to what you need.

J - Jack Off (does he masturbate?)

Yes, Luke definitely masturbates—he’s a man with needs, and with the way his career keeps him on the road for half the year, it’s inevitable. Whether it’s late nights alone in his hotel room after an away game or just the long stretches when you’re not physically together, Luke'll find the time to take care of himself if needed. But even in those moments, it’s never just a mindless act for him. More often than not, you’re on his mind when he’s getting off, thinking about you, about the way you look, the way you feel, the way you moan his name.

When he's away, he often craves more than just the release—he craves you. That’s where the magic of FaceTime comes in. It’s become almost a ritual between the two of you, a way to bridge the physical distance when he’s miles away. He loves nothing more than seeing you on screen, watching as you touch yourself, knowing that you’re doing it all for him, even if he’s not there in person. Those late-night video calls where you both pleasure yourselves separately but together are some of his favorite moments. There’s something incredibly intimate about the way you can share that experience, seeing each other’s reactions, hearing each other’s breaths hitch in real-time, even if you’re not in the same room.

He’s open about it too—there’s no shame or secrecy when it comes to masturbating. If you ask, he’ll tell you exactly when he’s done it, maybe even teasingly sharing the details of how he got himself off, knowing how it��ll stir something in you. Sometimes, if he’s feeling extra bold, he’ll even text you in the middle of the day when you’re apart, letting you know just how much he’s thinking about you, how much he misses you. It’s not uncommon for him to send you a cheeky message or a suggestive photo after a session, making it clear that you’re the one always on his mind when he’s handling things himself.

K - Kink (one or more of his kinks.)

Luke definitely has a praise kink, though he’s never outright admitted it. You can tell by the way his body responds when you start whispering those sweet, dirty words in his ear. It’s subtle at first—the way he breathes a little heavier, his movements becoming a little sloppier—but you’ve learned to recognize the signs. Whenever you pull him closer, moaning into his ear about how good he feels, telling him that no one else could fuck you like this, his whole demeanor shifts. You’ll say he’s doing such a good job, that he’s absolutely ruining you in the best way, and that’s when you feel it—the unmistakable twitch of his cock inside you, a clear sign that your words are hitting just the right spot.

He thrives on that affirmation. Every praise-filled gasp or moan from you makes him work harder, thrust deeper, trying to live up to every compliment you murmur against his skin. He’s focused, determined to be everything you say he is, and knowing how much you’re enjoying it only pushes him closer to the edge. The look in his eyes when you tell him he’s amazing, that he’s giving you everything you need, is one of pure satisfaction, and you know just how much those words mean to him, even if he doesn’t say it.

But there’s another side to Luke, one that he’s kept tucked away—his spit kink. He doesn’t really know where it came from, but there’s something about the thought of it that makes his pulse race. Whether it’s the idea of spitting into your mouth or watching you do it to him, it’s an unspoken fantasy that lingers in the back of his mind. The desire is there, burning low and hot, but he’s never mentioned it. Part of him worries that it’s a little too explicit, a little too bold, and while he doesn’t think you’d be opposed to it, he’s hesitant to bring it up. He’s worried it might cross some invisible line or shift the dynamic in a way he doesn’t want to risk.

Instead, he keeps that desire to himself, enjoying the way it bubbles up during particularly intense moments. There are times when he’s close, thrusting into you with wild abandon, and he finds himself staring at your parted lips, imagining what it would be like to take that next step. But he holds back, content to let the thought simmer in the background for now. Maybe one day he’ll feel comfortable enough to share it with you—he trusts you, 100%—but for now, it remains one of those quiet, secret fantasies.

L - Location (where's his favorite place to do it?)

For Luke, his favorite place to do it isn’t exactly the most conventional—it’s the hot tub. Unorthodox? Definitely. Comfortable? Not particularly. But there’s something about the memory of that one night last summer that makes the hot tub hold a special place in his mind. It was at the lake house, where the two of you had snuck away for a little private time while everyone else was out at the bar. You had the house to yourselves, and while you could have taken things inside, there was something enticing about the night air, the bubbling water, and the idea of doing something a little more daring.

The heat of the tub and the coolness of the night created this perfect contrast, and before you knew it, you were both in the water, bodies pressed together under the stars. The sensation of the warm water lapping against your skin, mixed with the weightlessness that came with being submerged, made everything feel even more intense.

Luke had you up against the side of the tub, gripping your hips as he moved inside you, the water splashing around the two of you with every thrust. It wasn’t the most comfortable position—your body occasionally slipping against the smooth surface of the hot tub—but neither of you cared. It was spontaneous, raw, and exhilarating in a way that made you forget about everything else. There was a sense of freedom in that moment, the two of you completely exposed to the open air, surrounded by nothing but nature and the stars above.

Even now, months later, Luke still thinks about that night—the way your moans echoed softly in the dark, the feel of your body in his hands. It’s etched into his memory, and he still swears that’s the hardest he’s ever cum.

M - Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going?)

There’s one thing that never fails to get Luke going: seeing you in his jersey. It might be cliché, sure, but that doesn’t stop it from driving him wild every single time. Something about seeing you wear his name and number on your back sparks something primal in him, a deep-rooted sense of pride and possessiveness that he can’t quite put into words. The moment you slip it on, whether you’re lounging around the house or teasingly flaunting it before a game, he can’t help but let his gaze linger, eyes following your every movement with a dark intensity.

And he has absolutely no shame about how much it turns him on. That manly, macho side of him—the part that loves feeling strong and protective—comes to the surface whenever he sees you draped in his jersey. To him, it’s more than just a piece of clothing; it’s a bold statement, a silent way of marking you as his. It’s as if, by wearing his number, you’re announcing to the world that you belong to him, and that thought alone fuels his desire. He loves the idea of other men seeing you in his jersey, knowing full well they’d have no chance because you’re his, and his alone.

N - No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs.)

Too lazy to think of anything for this I apologize lol.

O - Oral (preference in giving/receiving, skill, etc.)

When you and Luke first got together, oral wasn’t exactly his strongest suit—whether it came to using his fingers or eating you out. He had the enthusiasm, sure, but the technique? That took some time. It wasn’t that he wasn’t willing—he was more than eager to go down on you—but it took a few sessions of ‘coaching’ to help him figure out what really made you feel good.

Now, though? He’s got it down to an art. You don’t have to say a word anymore. He’s learned to read your body, to know exactly what makes you tick, and it shows every time his head is between your thighs. He knows when to tease and when to dive in, how to drive you crazy with a slow buildup before pushing you over the edge. His tongue moves in perfect sync with his fingers, hitting all the right spots with precision, and it never takes long before your legs are shaking uncontrollably. That focused look on his face, the way he grips your hips to keep you still as your body tries to squirm away from the intensity—it’s clear he takes pride in the way he can unravel you like this. Watching you come undone has become one of his favorite things.

Still, if he had to choose, Luke definitely prefers receiving. Something about watching you suck him off drives him absolutely wild. It’s not just the physical pleasure—it’s the sight of you on your knees, the hunger in your eyes, the way your lips wrap around his tip, teasing him with soft kitten licks before taking more of him in. He’s obsessed with the way you look up at him while you do it, like you’re savoring the moment.

There’s something primal that kicks in when he’s receiving. His hand will instinctively find its way to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he pushes you down to take more of him. And you—trusting and eager—let him guide you, allowing him to set the pace, and that sense of control over you in that moment makes him feel completely in awe of you. The way you look at him, eyes full of lust and submission, only fuels his desire. He loves watching your lips stretch around him, feeling the heat of your mouth, and hearing the soft, breathy moans you let out as you work him over.

P - Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Luke is all about taking his time with you—he loves to truly worship your body. You’ve never been with anyone as attentive as him, so insistent on making sure that your pleasure comes first, no matter how long it takes. He’s patient and unhurried, savoring every moment, every inch of your skin as if he has all the time in the world.

He has this way of treating your body like something sacred, like a temple deserving of devotion. His touch is always gentle at first, as he explores every curve, every sensitive spot, making sure you’re comfortable and relaxed. Luke loves to make you feel cherished, letting his hands and lips move slowly, appreciating the way your body responds to him. He’s always so sweet, whispering soft praises, making sure you know just how beautiful and desirable you are to him.

And he’s in no rush to get you off quickly. In fact, Luke takes pride in breaking you off as many times as you want, however long it takes. He enjoys seeing you lose control, your body trembling beneath him as he builds you up with slow, measured thrusts. He’s focused, always watching your reactions, listening to your breaths and moans, adjusting his pace to keep you right on the edge, drawing out your pleasure as long as possible. He makes sure you feel completely adored in those moments, like you’re the only thing that matters to him.

But Luke also knows when to switch things up. If you demand more—if you beg him to go harder, faster—he’s more than happy to oblige. He’ll pick up the pace, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he gives you exactly what you’re asking for. And when the mood shifts, he’s not afraid to get a little rougher, maybe even giving your ass a firm slap or two as his hips pound into you.

Q - Quickie (his opinion on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies don’t happen often with Luke, but when a quickie does happen, it’s hot. The urgency, the pressure of time, the sheer need to make the most of a fleeting moment—it all gets him going in a way that’s completely different from his usual slow and worshipful approach. There’s something about that frantic, adrenaline-fueled rush that really ignites his desire.

Maybe you’re both running late—you're supposed to be out the door in five minutes, or it’s early in the morning, and Luke has to leave for a morning skate at ten. There’s no time for the usual slow buildup, no teasing, no drawn-out foreplay. It’s all raw urgency, him pressing you up against the nearest surface, already hard and ready, and thrusting into you with a single-minded focus. He’s desperate, but not for himself—his goal is always to get you off, to pull an orgasm out of you as fast as he can before the clock runs out.

That intensity, the lack of time to think or plan, only makes it hotter for him. The way you’re both caught up in the heat of the moment, with no room for hesitation, just pure, animalistic need—it’s exhilarating. There’s something deeply satisfying about the way your body responds so quickly to his touch, even with no buildup. His hands will grip your hips firmly, guiding your body against his as he thrusts into you fast and hard, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he tries to push you over the edge before you both have to rush out the door.

R - Risk (is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc.)

Too lazy to think of anything for this I apologize lol.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

Being a hockey player, Luke's stamina is undeniably impressive. He’s an athlete through and through, and it shows in the way he can keep going in the bedroom. But even a grueling two-minute shift on the ice is nothing compared to bottoming out inside you, especially when you’ve lost track of what round you're on.

Luke prides himself on being able to last as long as you need him to. He knows how to pace himself, whether it's a slow, drawn-out session where he holds back for as long as possible, or a fast-paced, intense round where you're both gasping for breath. He’s got the control and stamina to match whatever mood you’re in, and he never rushes—unless, of course, it’s a quickie.

Early on in your relationship, though, there was one time when he came too fast—much quicker than he intended. It happened when you had just started dating. The excitement had gotten the best of him, and despite his best efforts, he finished way sooner than expected. You, ever the tease, had ribbed him about it for weeks afterward. And while Luke knew it was all in good fun (you were flattered, honestly), it still lit a fire in him.

Since then, he’s made it a point to ensure you always come first—or, better yet, that you both reach your peak at the same time. Luke has mastered the art of reading your body, knowing exactly when to hold back and when to let go.

When it comes to stamina, Luke’s athletic training definitely gives him an edge. He can go for multiple rounds without missing a beat, always ready to keep the pleasure going for as long as you want. Even when you’re both exhausted, drenched in sweat, and completely spent, he’ll still find the strength to keep going if that’s what you’re craving. And the best part? He enjoys every second of it, pushing his limits not just for himself, but to make sure you feel utterly fulfilled.

T - Toys (does he own toys? does he use them on him or yourself?)

Luke doesn’t have any toys of his own, but he’s far from shy when it comes to using the ones you have. In fact, he’s pretty comfortable with the idea of adding an extra layer of pleasure to your time together, especially when it involves the vibrator you keep stashed away. Some guys might feel a bit intimidated by it, but not Luke. He’s confident enough in his own abilities to know that a toy isn’t competition—it’s a tool for bringing you even more pleasure, and that’s something he’s always down for.

When he reaches for the vibrator, it’s usually in those moments when he’s already deep inside you, fully immersed in the heat of the moment. He loves the idea of amplifying your pleasure, of pushing you to new heights while his body moves against yours. The way your moans get louder when he presses the toy against your clit, the way your body trembles with the added stimulation, makes him feel like he’s got you completely in his control, overwhelming your senses in the best possible way.

It’s not just about the toy itself—it’s about what it does to you. He loves seeing your reactions, the way your body responds to both him and the vibrator working in tandem, sending you spiraling into a level of pleasure that’s almost too much to handle. And when he’s thrusting inside you, feeling your body tighten and clench around him while the vibrations take over, it only pushes him closer to the edge, knowing that he’s giving you everything you need and more.

He’ll often tease you with it, pressing the vibrator against you gently at first, letting you get used to the sensation before ramping up the intensity. His eyes are locked on you, watching the way your face contorts with pleasure, listening to the way your breathing gets faster, and he’ll time his movements perfectly, syncing the rhythm of his thrusts with the pulses of the toy until you’re completely lost in the sensation.

U - Unfair (how much he likes to tease)

Luke wants to be a tease—he really does. In his head, he loves the idea of making you squirm, drawing things out until you’re practically begging for more. He’ll start off strong, laying the groundwork with light touches, whispered promises, and a smirk that tells you he’s about to make you work for it. Maybe it’s his fingers ghosting over your skin without fully committing, or the way he hovers just close enough to drive you crazy, letting the anticipation build as he plays with your patience.

In those moments, he wants to see you unravel, to hear you plead for him to stop teasing and finally give you what you want. He knows he could get you worked up with just a few lingering touches, keeping you right on the edge for as long as he wants, if only he could follow through.

But here’s the problem: Luke’s teasing game is usually short-lived. Because as soon as you look up at him with those sweet, wide eyes, batting your lashes just enough to make his heart melt, the teasing is over. He becomes like silly putty in your hands—completely malleable, ready to give in to your every desire. All it takes is one look, one pout, or a soft “please,” and suddenly, all his teasing plans go out the window.

He can’t resist you. The way you look up at him, a mix of innocence and desire, makes him weak. He finds himself caving almost immediately, his resolve crumbling under the weight of how much he wants to make you happy. Whatever control he thought he had evaporates, and in that moment, he’ll do anything you ask. Whether it’s going faster, touching you just right, or abandoning the teasing altogether to give you exactly what you need, Luke is putty in your hands.

V - Volume (how loud is he? what sounds does he make? etc.)

You never thought you’d find yourself so turned on by the sound of a man moaning—until Luke came along and changed that entirely. He makes no effort to hold back, always letting you hear exactly how much pleasure he’s feeling, and it’s one of the sexiest things about being with him. Unless you two are sneaking around at the lake house, where he has to be quieter, Luke is unapologetically vocal. And when you’re alone in your apartment, it’s like music to your ears.

He’s raw and unfiltered when it comes to expressing himself in bed. Every deep moan, every throaty groan that escapes his lips is a reflection of just how much he’s enjoying himself—and knowing you’re the one making him feel that way? That drives you insane. Luke doesn’t hold back either; you hear everything. When he’s thrusting into you, the air thick with heat and lust, his voice cuts through with low curses, raspy moans, and more than a few breathless exclamations of just how good it feels to be inside you.

But the thing that really does it for you? The whimpers. God, those whimpers. They’re rare, reserved for those moments when he’s close—when you’ve got him right on the edge, and he’s losing control. Hearing Luke whimper in pure desperation, his voice shaky and broken with pleasure, sends shivers down your spine every single time. It’s the ultimate display of vulnerability, of how deeply you’ve affected him. His body trembles, his grip tightens, and his voice falters as he lets out those soft, breathless whimpers that make your heart race.

There’s something so undeniably sexy about knowing that Luke is completely lost in the moment, vocalizing his desire without hesitation. It’s not just about hearing his pleasure—it’s about feeling it, as if his sounds wrap around you and amplify your own arousal.

W - Wildcard (a random headcannon.)

Too lazy to think of anything for this I apologize lol.

X - X-Ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes.)

Luke’s cock is nothing short of gorgeous. It’s the kind that genuinely makes your mouth water every time you lay eyes on it. You’re not one to focus too much on exact measurements, but if you had to guess, you’d say he’s around four to five inches when he’s soft—although you’ve never bothered to actually measure, because that would be weird obviously.

And let’s talk about the girth—it’s thick. The kind of thickness that makes every inch of him feel like it’s stretching you in all the right ways, filling you completely with every thrust. There’s something about the weight of him in your hand, the way your fingers just about close around his shaft when you stroke him. He’s got the kind of cock that feels amazing to hold, even better to ride, and absolutely intoxicating when he’s deep inside you.

The sight of him, fully hard, is enough to make your heart race. Thick and veined, with a smooth, flushed head that glistens just a little with precum when he’s really worked up. It’s the kind of sight that makes you want to drop to your knees immediately, every time. You can’t help but feel a rush of arousal whenever he pulls down his pants, because you know what’s coming next, and you’re already hungry for it.

Y - Yearning (how is his sex drive?)

He’d call it average, and you’d agree—it's not all that he thinks about, nor is it something that fades into the background. It’s balanced, like him. He’s never one to let desire cloud his mind too much, or take precedence over the more meaningful parts of your relationship.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards.)

Sure, his stamina during sex is impressive—but once the final wave of ecstasy crashes over you both, he’s like a switch flipping. All that passion and effort catch up to him in an instant, leaving him adorably drained.

He’s still sweet and attentive in the aftermath, though, making sure you're cleaned up and comfortable first. You barely have to pull him to lie down before he’s draped across you like a contented cat, his head resting on your chest as though it belongs there. He’s clingy in these moments, his arms slipping around your waist or his fingers curling gently into your side, anchoring himself to you. His breathing slows as your fingers thread through his hair, and the soft rise and fall of your chest beneath him lulls him toward sleep.

You can tell when it’s coming—the way his body goes heavier and his light snores hum into existence. It doesn’t take long; ten, maybe fifteen minutes at most, before he’s out cold, his features completely relaxed.

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