#Look at those big wet brown eyes and that beautiful nose.

[pureanonofficial]

SERKAN KAYA as LUIGI LUCHENI | ELISABETH DAS MUSICAL (2005)

[pedropascallme]

☆Kinktober 2024☆

Day 20: Shower sex

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI!!!!) helmetless!Din, established relationship, me again finding an excuse to write needy loverboy Din, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, dirty talk, creampie, if I missed anything please let me know!

The fresher hissed closed behind Din.

He breathed deep. The room was humid, thick with steam; the sound of water ricocheting off the floor echoed off the walls. He rolled his neck, letting himself adapt to the weightlessness, appreciating the brief moment of time he spent without his helmet.

Total repose.

And you, a silhouette against the curtain; your hands in your hair as you scrubbed the day off yourself, and even obstructed by the thin sheet that kept the water in, he could practically see the water trailing down your body before it circled the drain.

He moved to peel the curtain back, maneuvering himself behind you.

For a while, he just watched; the droplets stuck to your skin before inching down your body, and your wet hair clung to your neck and the sides of your face.

And you looked beautiful. Serene and unhurried—and he was more than happy to join you in your tranquility.

His hands found your hips, tugging at you gently, encouraging you to move towards him. Your back hit his bare chest, and you leaned against him, warm water splashing your chest as you raised your arm to hook it over his neck.

“It’s warm.” You sighed, stating the obvious. Your mind was a blank of pure bliss; happy to be on the ship, happy to be clean, happy Din was with you—happy that he was safe, in one piece.

“Wouldn’t know,” he dropped his head, nosing at your cheek, “You’re using all the water.”

“I can leave, if you want,” you smiled, turning your head to catch him in a modest kiss. “Let you stand under the nozzle; have all the water you’d like.”

Din didn’t answer, pressing a kiss to your cheek and turning himself with you still wrapped in his arms to place himself directly under the stream of water.

You turned in his arms, trailing a hand up his chest before reaching up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. The water made the curls go slack, and you used your fingers to rebuild the loose coils.

“Better?” You smiled up at him, and you felt completely at ease.

“Better.” He sighed, tilting his head back to let the water drench his face before looking back down at you. “I missed you.” He cupped your cheek.

“I missed you.” You answered with a repetition of his words, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch.

The ship barreled through space, but you were still.

The epitome of relaxation.

If you looked up at him just right, you could see the reflection of the stars in his eyes. Big and brown, just as he had described all those months ago. Of course, he hadn’t done his appearance any justice in the description he’d given you—but that’s what made it all the more delightful when you saw him like this.

You noticed something new every time; you noticed how pretty every little thing made him.

“You’re beautiful.” Your hand moved from his neck to cup his cheek. “You’re so pretty, Din.” You kissed his chest, unbothered by the water that occasionally splashed into your eyes.

Din hummed, wrapping an arm around you to keep you flush against him. Your hands began to wander more boldly, and you grabbed at his shoulder blades, trailing your fingers over any skin you could reach.

“Is this why you make me bathe with you?” The sides of his mouth curled into a smile, “Just to get me naked, flatter me?”

You pressed yourself against his hardening cock. “You don’t seem to mind it.”

He shook his head weakly, eyes closing as his smile widened.

“I don’t.” He confirmed, and before you had a chance to respond, he had his mouth on yours.

It wasn’t hurried, but it was desperate; a culmination of waiting for the proper moment, where he could fully enjoy you without any risk.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth, spit and teeth and water mingling between the two of you, and you moaned into him.

“Don’t know why you spend so much time in the fresher,” he mumbled against your lips, “Always get dirty again, cyare. Filthy little thing.”

You whimpered, snaking a hand between your bodies to wrap your fingers around his cock. He groaned softly, and you swallowed the sound.

“I was so patient, Din. Waited all week,” you separated your mouth from his and spoke against his jaw, “I want you.”

You twisted your wrist, finding the sensitive spot on his cockhead to run your thumb over him. He moaned, head falling back and beginning to push his hips against your fist.

“Come,” he pushed you away, grabbing your forearm and making you retract your hand, “Against the wall.”

You let him walk you backwards, gasping when the cold of the wall hit your back.

He knelt before you, pushing one of your legs up to hook it over his shoulder. His hands were all over you, keeping you steady as they explored your skin.

Din put no energy into teasing you, just as hungry for you as you were for him. He licked into your cunt, groaning at the tangy flavor that you produced and trying to savor it on his tongue. He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking hard to pull desperate sounds from you.

“Din—” you tugged on his hair, thrilled to be able to feel the warmth of him rather than cold beskar. “St—I—oh—I wanna cum on your cock.”

“You can,” he licked through your folds, tongue finding your hole. “Want you on my mouth, first, mesh’la.” He pushed his tongue into you, and you arched your back off the wall to grind against his face.

"D—yes." You came with a whimper. You groped your chest, indulging yourself with your own touch as you trembled under the heat of his mouth.

Din’s hands were heavy on your waist, keeping you still while he lapped up your release, and you yanked at his hair to pull him off before it became too overstimulating.

“Greedy.” You teased when he stood up to loom over you.

He stood, smiling. His is tongue poked out between his lips for another taste of you.

You shook your head with a happy sigh, pressing your chest to his and leaning up for another kiss.

This time, it was hurried; a clash of craving between the two of you that had you whining for more. You moved to hook your leg over his hip, pathetically trying to grind yourself against his length.

Din laughed, gripping your thighs and pulling you up to hold you between himself and the wall.

“Who’s greedy?” He chastised.

“Please…” You dropped your face into the crook of his neck.

“Asked you a question.” His voice was low, gruff in your ear.

“I am.” Your response was barely a whisper.

“For what?” He began to roll his hips against you, his cock slotting between your folds as he moved back and forth.

“Din—”

“Say it.” He stilled, waiting.

“You,” you moved from your hiding place in his neck, looking him in the eyes. “Your cock.”

Without dwelling on your answer, he pushed into you, filling you completely with a rough thrust of his hips.

You cried out, digging your nails into the skin of his back as you acclimated to the stretch.

“You feel—" Din’s mouth hung open, watching your head fall back against the wall as he rammed himself into you. “You feel so good, cyare. So tight. Made for me.”

“Made for you,” you echoed with a smile, grabbing at Din to bring him even closer to you. “All for you, Din.”

He groaned, spurred on by your words that only served to support his possessiveness. He sped up his pace, pressing himself into you with deeper strokes that made you whimper in his arms.

You let your head fall forward, resting on his shoulder. You mewled softly, praising the way he fucked you; how badly you’d missed him; how deep you could feel him; how nothing compared to the stretch of his cock; how desperate you were to feel him cum inside of you and paint your walls with his spend.

And he moaned, tilting his head against you to make sure your words were spoken directly into his ear; ensuring he heard every whine over the splash of the water that still ran.

He pressed you harder against the wall, keeping you balanced so that he could move one hand from your thigh and graze his fingers over your clit.

“You said—wanna cum on my cock,” he gritted out, lost in the satisfying haze of pleasure that came with being buried inside of you. “Do it, mesh’la. Let me see. Let me feel you.”

He increased the pressure of his fingers on your clit, and you again found the back of your head pressing against the wall as you felt the surge of warmth that seeped from your core.

You screamed, but there was no sound, just the flash of white light beneath your eyelids as you came for him. You felt the muscles in your legs strain, writhing against him when he continued to fuck into you, heightening the intensity you already felt.

“Cum in me,” you licked a stripe up his jaw, fueled by the adrenaline from your high and your desire to see him to his own. “Din, cum in me, please.”

You leaned back against the wall, letting him use you how he wanted to.

Din pressed his forehead to yours, desperate for the physicality, the eye contact, you.

“Take—take it, cyar’ika. Please—yes, yes—” He came with a grunt, a sound deep in his chest that sent vibrations up your spine as he pressed his body into yours.

You felt a different kind of warmth blossoming in your core as his spend filled you. You sighed, calm and content, as he panted.

He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his softening cock still inside of you as he collected himself through the tremors of the aftershock of his orgasm.

You carded your fingers through his hair.  

“I missed you.” You kissed the crown of his head, letting his wet hair stick to your lips.

“I know,” he answered with a kiss to your neck, mumbling. “I missed you.”

“Do you wanna turn the water off?” You smiled after a period of comfortable silence, the two of you finding the normal pace to breathe at.

“No,” he straightened, pressing his forehead to yours again, still enjoying the warmth of your cunt around him. “Stay here with me a while longer.”

[withahappyrefrain]

FRAT TASM!PETER WITH

“I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard/wet. Wanna hear about it?”

THIS IS SOMETHING THAT COCKY ASSHOLE WOULD SAYYY OH MY GOD

This is how blonde frat Peter returns bless you

Warning: language, frat Peter being a cocky little shit, female reader, I think that's it!

"Hey, you made it after all."

You audbily breathe in through your nose, trying to ignore the fumes of vodka and who knows what else was in this God forsaken jungle juice.

Anything to give you the strength to face Peter Parker.

You turn around to find him leaning against the door, a joint tucked behind his ear, hands in the pocket of his black hoodie, bleached blonde hair somehow perfectly messy.

"Don't get ahead of yourself Parker. I'm only here to support my roommate," you scoff, turning your attention back to the game of beer pong. Not that you were truly interested.

But you couldn't let him know that.

You regret being late to the first day of your Science Diplomacy & World Health class. Had you known it would have left you no choice but to sit next to Peter Parker, you wouldn't have hit the snooze button for your alarm five times.

It wasn't even like you had asked to borrow a pencil from him. He seemed drawn to you, like a moth to a flame.

"Y'know, I feel like I would have remembered a face like yours. You a transfer?" He asked, as if you two weren't in the middle of a lecture.

Thanks to your roommate being in the sorority that paired up with his frat, you had heard all about Peter Parker. The infamous parties. How he dyed his hair blonde at the beginning of sophomore. How he's the biggest flirt that Delta Lambda Phi had.

You didn't even look at him when you responded, "We've been in the same class since freshman year. But I came here to get a degree, not to party."

Ever since that day, he wouldn't leave you alone. At first it started with ridiculously over the top pick up lines.

"Are you made up of copper and tellurium? Because you're cute."

All you could do was roll your eyes at every line, mustering all the strength you had to not smile. You had eyes, the guy was cute. But you also knew his type.

So when he extended a personal invite to the latest frat party, you simply turned him down, like you had for countless of other parties.

Of course, as luck would have it, it was exactly the party your roommate wanted to go to.

You hoped to avoid him, hoped that your roommate would find whoever she was looking for so you could leave.

But it was as if Peter Parker had a sixth sense for you specifically. His inability to find you in libraries, dinning halls, and the university's coffee shop (bc fuck Starbucks) had now extended to frat parties.

"You know Parker, stalking is a serious crime," you scoff, refusing to look at him. The ever present scent of cinnamon alerted you that he was now standing next to you.

"It's not my fault you have a beautiful face that I could pick out from a crowd," He mumbles, a stark contrast to the usual cocky bravada you're used to.

"Excuse me?" Without thinking, you turn to face him, making contact with those big brown eyes.

The corner of his pink lips jerk upwards as he leans in, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. His touch is gentle, something you weren't expecting at all.

"You heard me." The cocky smile had returned, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Hey, don't gimme that. I know you love how cheesy I am."

Unfortunately, it was true. He was never crude and it somehow sounded genuine, despite being accompanied by a worn snapback.

"It's not crass, unlike your fellow brotherin. I'll give you that Parker." You would have taken a step back if you could, but you were now up against the wall. But he still had space to close in on you, not that he did. He always kept enough distance that you could walk away.

Come to think of it, you hadn't seen or heard him flirt with anyone since the first day of classes.

"Y'know, I got an offer from Delta Chi. It could be way worse." His comment earned a laugh from you, a feat Peter was quite proud of.

"You're right, I guess I should give you that."

"I think you can give me a lot more," He leaned in, closing some of the distance between you two but not all the way, "If you want."

The ball was in your court. His lips looked so soft, no doubt from the vanilla chapstick he used. God, why did you know that about him? And why did he always smell like cinnamon instead of Axe body spray? That's what he should be using, it would certainly make it easier for you to discourage your own feelings about the guy.

Tired of denying, tired of putting up a wall, and not kissing anyone in the last four months caused you to grab at his hoodie, your lips crashing onto his.

You vaguely register the sound of the dropped plastic cup, as your fingers thread through his hair to find it soft, despite all the hair dye and bleach.

Peter's hands feel large as they skim your sides, landing at your hips. When his tongue slid across your bottom lip, you could feel your knees begin to go weak. As if he could sense it, he pushed your back firmly against the wall, one of his large hands going down to your thigh to help steady you.

Fuck, his lips were soft. There was muscle underneath that hoodie, you could feel it.

His lips trailed down to your jaw before settling on your ear.

"I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard. Wanna hear about it?"

Desire burned at the pit of your stomach, your fingers gripping the strands of his hair.

"Where the fuck is your bedroom Parker?"

[lulunothulu]

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Robert “Bob” Floyd x Latina Reader

Summary: Bob doesn’t drink but when he does, he turns into Hangman 2.0

Content: flirty Bob, 18+ some touching, kissing

For the sake of this fic, you’re a beautiful Latina baddie also bc I’m selfish and wanna see more Latina rep. in fics lol

Hard deck was unusually louder than any other Friday night. There were ten times more people here because of Labor Day weekend and Bob didn’t know if he liked it or not.

“Baby On Board!” Jake shouts over the noise. “Why don’t you drink and mingle? Maybe finding a girl to fuck will do something good for you.”

Bob could smell the alcohol on Jake’s breath and he pinched his lips together.

I guess one night of drinking wouldn’t hurt.

Bob didn’t drink often. He wasn’t really a fan of the taste of beer, he preferred something fruity but drinking that in front of Jake would’ve definitely riled him up.

So instead, Bob took the beer Jake handed him and began to sip on it. Next thing he knew he was five beers in and smiling like an idiot at Natasha.

“What’re you smiling at?” She asks, a smile on her face.

“I think I wanna go mingle,” he slurs, looking around the room at all the beautiful women.

He stops when his eyes fall on her. She’s sitting in the back corner of the bar, laughing at something her friends say before her own eyes meet his.

He was in shock. She was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Big brown eyes so dark they were almost onyx, head full of unruly dark chocolate curls that fell down her back…and that smile. God that smile could’ve made a man melt right then and there.

“I’m talking to her,” Bob says as he begins to walk toward the beautiful girl he just laid eyes on.

~*~*~*~

You were sitting on a stool, sipping on the last of your beer as your friends talked about the aviators to your left.

“Hey, Y/N,” your friend Kate slurs. “There’s a cute guy coming your way.”

You turn to your right to see a man in the khaki uniform Aviators in the Navy wear. His eyes are dark blue, basically navy. On his thin lips, a sloppy smile appears when you finally make eye contact with him.

“He’s cute,” you tell them.

“And he’s coming,” Kate laughs.

“Hi,” the man says, a hand placed on the table next to you. “I’m Bob.”

He’s even more handsome up close. His glasses are pushed down the bridge of his nose, so you reach up and lightly push them back up.

“Hi, Bob,” you respond. “I’m Y/N.”

“I saw you over there,” he starts, pointing to where his buddies watch. “And thought you were the most gorgeous woman in this bar.”

You blush and smile. “Thank you, you’re not too bad yourself.”

He blushes at your remark but leans in and whispers, “Wanna dance?”

~*~*~*~

A dance turned into two dances, and then those two dances turned into three dances, including your ass pressed up against his already hard dick—which then turned into you pulling Bob into a dark hallway.

His large hands desperately grasped at your hips, sliding up your body and tangling at your scalp. His lips expertly searching and hungrily chasing after yours to deepen the kiss.

To him, you were soft in so many ways. From your soft lips to the smoothness of your skin, Bob wanted to stay here. Hell, he’d live in this dark hallway if he could.

His hands rake down your sides again, they stay at the waistband of your jeans.

“Can I?” He asks, playing with the button.

“Please do.”

His fingers move quickly as they unbutton and unzip your jeans before his right hand slides down the front of your pants. They move between the slickness between your folds and you moan in agonizing want.

“You’re so wet already,” he groans.

His fingers move in a circular motion over your clit, pleasure ringing and erupting all over your body.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he whispers in your ear.

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers,” you whisper back, surprising yourself in the process.

He smiles against you, snaking two fingers lower into your jeans before sliding up and into you.

He moves them slowly, making sure you’re comfortable with his touch. But when you start to groan and grind against his fingers, he quickens his pace—kissing and sucking on your neck.

You wrap your arms around his neck, lifting a leg and feeling his other hand hold it up for you. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

“Yeah? You want me to make you come?” The vibration of his deep voice against your neck, sends a shiver down your spine and all you can do is nod.

Bob chuckles before quickening his pace inside you. It’s like his fingers know exactly where you need him to hit because each pound, every movement, is hitting exactly where you need him to be.

“I’m so close,” you moan.

“Come for me baby,” he groans. “Come on my fingers like a good girl.”

Obediently, you feel your body writhe in pleasure before shuddering an orgasm.

But Bob doesn’t stop.

He continues pumping into you, only stopping after you grab his wrist and pull his lips to yours.

“Keep doing that and I’ll be done for the night,” you mutter against his lips.

He pulls away, looking down at the beauty below him and is instantly struck with how beautiful you are up close. He realized it while you both were dancing, but the feel of your body grinding against him was clouding his brain. 

“You’re beautiful,” he rasps.

You blink up at him. “Are you saying that because you want me to go home with you?”

“N-no! Well I-I wouldn’t mind,” he stutters. He clears his throat, searching your eyes before smirking. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

When your sweet laugh reaches his ears, he realizes you were joking and leans down close to your ear.

“You could definitely come home with me if that’s what you want.”

“Can we?” You ask sweetly, redoing your zipper and button. 

Bob leans down to kiss you one last time, grinding his hips against yours.

“Absolutely.”

“Then take me home, Bob.” You tell him. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He kisses you one last time before taking your hand and guiding you to the exit door.

Multiple people (your friends and his) whooping as you both walk out. 

Listen, I was in the mood for some Bob and let me tell you this has been in the works for the past week because I just could not get into it. So I apologize if it seems like this is all over the place. I just needed to get finger banged by Bob 😏



[xomakara]

Beyond Friendship

SUMMARY |  You and Jongho are best friends who secretly harbor intense sexual desires for each other. After a night out, you finally confess your feelings...

PAIRINGS |  Jongho x Reader

RATING |  Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+

GENRE |  BestFriend!Jongho, BestFriend!Reader, college au, non-idol au, smut, friends to lovers, Oblivious friends

CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, handjob, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, praise kink, pet names, daddy kink, creampies

LENGTH |  9,346 words

TAGLIST |  @yourlocaljonghoe

NETWORKS | @illusionnet @atzhouse @cromernet @wonderlandnet

@k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork @ksmutsociety

AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Hello and goodbye~ Don’t forget to like, comment, reblog and show some support. Love you all 💚

You didn't mean to catch him getting off on the couch when you wandered into the kitchen in the middle of the night to get a bottle of water. But now the image of Jongho with his muscular body and strong hand rubbing his thick, leaking, cock...you shake your head. 

No. Stop. Nope.

You take your bottle back to the room but not without one last glance. He doesn't notice you, his eyes shut, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip, muscles clenching and flexing as he tries to quiet his moans. You can almost imagine it...it would look so fucking good, his fat cock sliding in and out of you while you straddle his lap, watching all those beautiful muscles do what they were made to do. You picture his grip on the cushions, nails ripping through the fabric and foam. You'd just let him pound and grind that thick cock into you. Maybe even talk dirty to him...if only his ear was a bit closer, you'd whisper right in it about how big his cock felt and how much you wanted him to ruin you. You could suck that heavy-looking sack...kiss all around it and across the taut smoothness of his lower stomach...leave love marks and teeth bruises for you to admire later. 

Goddamn, you really want that dick.

You really wish that dick was yours.

Fuck, Jongho really is your type...and your best friend.

You softly made your way back to your room and once inside, threw your ass down on the bed.

How were you supposed to function with the thought of your best friend having his way with you? You finally go through all your tabs on the pornsite you often go through to get off, trying to find something, anything that would match the standard that would be Jongho's giant, fat ass cock and strong ass hands. Nothing. Not a single fucking video came close to even coming to the league that was Jongho's beautiful self. 

Fuck this man's cock would be life changing. 

Fucking. Life changing.

You try your best to put thoughts of your best friend fucking you with that monster cock to rest and failed. How the fuck do you manage to even survive being under the same roof? Let alone having the same group of friends. Everything would be normal...and then you guys make eye contact. And the simple gesture reminds you that your best friend has the prettiest damn smile and cutest dimples. You know he's gorgeous; that you have always known. But God, your mind doesn't need to remember his brown boba eyes whenever it comes time to touch yourself.

He makes you wet. Like...REALLY wet. 

He has literally NO idea. None. Zip. Zero. Zilch. 

It doesn't help that you live in such close proximity either. He'll use a certain cologne that just makes him smell fucking amazing. Or you see him wearing his glasses after a long night at the gym. His toned, bare, muscular shoulders flex just a little as he scrunches his nose to read something on his laptop. The way his arm muscles clench and loosen as he uses them to type and tap. He makes things very difficult for you. You want him to put those fingers to work. On and inside you. All at the same time.

You pull up all your favorite sex toys. Hell, you were just getting yourself some toys the other week and really contemplated whether or not the vibrator could double as a dildo...because you also happened to be contemplating at the same time asking your roommate to shove it up inside of you. You like the idea of his hard, warm, velvety smooth cock and thick veins grazing all over the inner walls of you...but God, the idea of him stuffing you full of that cock and a toy too is absolutely enticing. The way he would watch as it slips in and out of you at a faster pace as his pelvis rubbed against your own. Just thinking of your name spilling from those sinful lips has your cunt throbbing, pulsing, craving...

Stop it, Y/N.

Jongho is your best friend. You've known him since you were what, three? Your friendship, he cherishes it. What the fuck would he think of his best friend in this way? Thinking that someone you care about as a friend would also have such a deep desire for them sexually is a weird, strange, thought. But the longer you keep it to yourself, it only grows stronger and the more and more you're positive you're in love with him. 

You're positive.

You don't even know how it started. One moment he was your cute best friend and the next he was a whole goddamn meal...You told yourself you were attracted to him in a friends only way. Jongho is like the brother you never had. And that's when you realized no brother would ever have had your mind spinning with sinful fantasies and the best orgasms that followed.

When you touch yourself, and cum to the image of him in you or using his amazing tongue against your cunt and his hands leaving red hot searing marks against the skin of your thighs, call him daddy and tell him all your forbidden, dark, deep sexual desires. He'll moan for it and just use his strong body for your pleasure.

You're actually insane if you thought that there was ANY possible way that any of that could EVER be possible.

He can never know about any of this. He'd definitely reject you. Why would he ever want to fuck with you? I mean, come on, you're Y/N, best friend since age three. Besties for life. His best friend. Only the best of the best friends. You can never reveal these dark secret fantasies or dreams. Ever. No matter how bad you might crave them. It would only complicate things...and cause your friendship to fail.

"What am I gonna do?" You muttered, head on the table as you watch Mingi and Wooyoung laugh. "Guys, it's not funny! I'm constantly wet every time I'm around him."

"Hmmm...now that I think about it, isn't that kind of normal? Isn't that what women do?" Yunho added in.

"Oh shut up, Yunho. Not helpful," You mutter into the table.

"Ya know," Yunho smirked, "if you just ride his d-"

You push your foot at him, "NO, STOP IT."

"Y/N, maybe, ya know, maybe he feels the same." Yunho puts a hand on his chin and ponders a bit.

"RIIIGHT, Yunho." You lift your head and lean back. "In my fucking dreams. All I want from that man is to POUND THAT DICK DOWN MY THROAT AND-"

Seonghwa clasps a hand over your mouth, "Y/N, keep it to yourself. Jesus," he grimaced.

You quickly pry his hand off of you, "S-sorry! I'm just-this is SO FUCKING FRUSTRATING!"

"Damn girl, you got it really bad." Hongjoong mutters from behind his drink.

"Right, Hongjoong, but what the FUCK am I supposed to DO ABOUT IT!? It's like you just keep pining and pining over someone you know you can't ever have."

Yeosang puts an arm over you, "It sucks ass, I'm sorry Y/N. Does he know yet? I mean, not about all of the explicit details, but are you able to express that you're just really lonely and want a quick lay?"

Mingi nods his head in agreement. "See, Yeosang makes a good point. And if you're feeling sexually deprived then you have every right to ask to borrow him to scratch the itch," He smiled.

"Mmm, I see what you're getting at." Seonghwa chimed in with interest.

San shook his head, "Listen to yourselves guys, the poor girl doesn't wanna screw shit up and has it BAD for Jongho. She probably doesn't wanna get rejected either. Don't listen to these idiots."

Wooyoung turns around, "Listen, if he wants it to happen and wants to bang her too, which is pretty plausible and very likely, what is she supposed to do in the meantime. We're not saying screw everything in his absence because that's fucked up," the boys all agreed with a nod and a firm no. "However, if you really wanna get that itch scratched, why not consider other options? Either some cheap booty call or...Jongho himself."

"You guys aren't helping." You grumble.

"Helping with what, what are you guys talking about? What aren't we helping with?" Jongho asked and slipped into the seat in front of you with his usual beautiful ass smile. His big hands make his coffee mug look tinier. He takes a sip and stares, waiting for an answer.

"Finals, baby," San smiles back at him. "Gotta love the stress, huh?"

"Ahh, Y/N, are you still struggling?" Jongho cocks an eyebrow. He turns his attention from San to you, leaning forward against the table. "If you'd like, we can study again together for History."

His plush lips meet his cup, wrapping and suctioning around the lid in a way you wish was you. You blink. "Uh, yeah...t-thanks, Jongho."

You're blushing like mad and Seonghwa gives a tiny elbow nudge and you glare at him and his shitty-ass smirk. The nerve of this man to treat this serious situation as some kind of joke...or...wait, maybe...no. Nope. Never. It's not happening. This would NEVER, in a million years, ever happen to you. There's not a chance in the world that any of this would have ever taken a turn like that. 

No fucking way.

But little do you know...your best friend can't keep you from his mind, and everytime the two of you make eye-contact or whenever he smiles at you or glances back, your skin grows hot and tingly...he's blushing and embarrassed by this little...secret.

He gets turned on every time he's near you. When the two of you share close moments, it's everything to him. Everything to him. Because you make him feel things. Feel good. Your beautiful mind and even prettier face and stunning voice keeps him from sanity and sometimes when the two of you aren't speaking at the moment or he hasn't heard your beautiful laughter for a few hours, he finds his thoughts drifting to dark, dirty places. 

He wants to hear you screaming his name and writhing around in bliss while his fat cock pummels through you. He wants to hear you whisper and moan to him about how big his cock is and how deep and thick it hits. How he's destroying your womb and ripping your pussy apart...he can imagine that sweet, slurred voice just dripping in arousal. Begging, moaning, pleading and whimpering with him, how he makes you feel.

He wants you, Y/N...in the darkest, filthiest and most satisfying way.

All that would have to stop...since you obviously didn't feel that way. Not to mention the risk and danger of that would have to come in too. Your friendship, it is so important. He was ready to just bottle it all up, even with how hot and heavy his body had been heating and burning to the touch with no sign of relief.

How was he to know that you felt exactly the same?

What you would have thought if you found out how turned on he was anytime you got near.

All those hours you sat and wondered and were completely unaware of just what the fuck had been going on in Jongho's mind. And how close you were to him being on the brink, snapping and putting that thick, heavy cock of his to work.

So he held it all down, in his pants. So, as much as his brain tells him it's wrong to jerk off in the shower to images of him holding your face between his hands and your tongue flicking over the tip of his dick, it's becoming harder to convince his aching erection otherwise. So, as much as his fingers start itching to turn around when he's cooking dinner to have you behind him and have those soft, pouty lips trail along his jaw, neck, and shoulder, and a soft hand sliding past the waistband of his boxers, his will is quickly wilting away and starting to listen to the deeper, sinful, animalistic side of his brain that can only ever think of how he'd like to fuck.

As hard as he's worked to ignore his feelings and fantasies about you, he's becoming a loose wire. The last couple of nights had ended with him balling up a fist into his mouth to stop from moaning out your name while he furiously pumped his dick to the thought of you. How gorgeous your naked body would be, hovering over his. How the weight and heat of yours on him would make him tremble, shaking him right down to his core. To finally touch and caress each inch of that supple skin. To kiss you where you've longed for...his strong, warm, hands gripping your soft thighs...to part them and give you the relief and release you had been aching and pining and wanting from him for what had seemed like the longest time.

Jongho sighed, watching you talk to the guys, your eyes lit up and sparkling from the conversation. A shy smile playing on his lips. He hadn't been in the room for long and hadn't listened to a single thing the group had said to him, he could only stare at you. He found himself lost and immersed in you the longer he stared, lost in your beauty.

God, Jongho loved you. He could just feel his heart bursting. Every little gesture.

"Jongho, bro. Earth to Jongho." Yunho and Yeosang snap him out of his reverie.

"Huh? What did you need? I wasn't listening."

Yunho glanced at him. "Dude, we know you got a giant boner for Y/N...it's kind of hard to not pick up on that vibe from you, bro."

Jongho felt the flush slowly creeping up the back of his neck. It's getting warmer the longer he has to think of an answer for them, the group that included his crush. 

Shit.

Yeosang tapped his chin. "Listen, maybe you two just need a little talk. Like a long one about how both parties are pining after one another and have secretly wanted to bone but are just far too scared of rejection, loss and losing what great and wonderful friendship and relationship." He finished, an innocent smile spreading across his face.

Jongho choked back his beverage at Yeosang's statement.

"Hah! So my assumption was correct! Oh. My. GODDDDD! GET. YOURSELF. LAID!" Yunho hollered.

Jongho slapped a hand to his friend's mouth and with a few frantic looks around the room, you were nowhere to be found. His shoulders relaxed slightly, feeling relief wash over his whole frame. San had mentioned you being in the restroom. He removed his hand from Yunho's mouth with a sigh.

"Why don't you just make a move on her?" Yunho smirked, knowing very well. "Pretty sure she wouldn't reject the thought."

Jongho, currently sitting upright in his seat at the table with all the guys staring back at him with those damned knowing glances. "And how would you guys know?"

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes on him. "Probably because she told us. Maybe. Just a bit." He shrugged.

Jongho furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait...you mean, she really does...? Actually, have feelings...like, THAT...for me?"

Hongjoong sighed. "Jongho, you like Y/N. Y/N likes you. Just get together with her before I vomit at your puppy-dog eyes you make every damn time you stare at her. It's cute...but you need to DO SOMETHING. ANYTHING."

Seonghwa nodded with his eyebrows furrowed. "Please Jongho. Do something. I don't think I could hear Y/N and her venting of sexual frustration for the 10th time this week. The girl wants to jump your bones."

San coughed and pointed over towards the restroom, indicating you. The guys shifted nervously in their seats when you exited the room and stared back, confused as hell as you walked back towards the table, plopping down right beside your best friend.

"Were you guys talking shit?" You narrowed your eyes.

"You know we always talk shit." Wooyoung countered back with a smile.

"I missed all the gossip, didn't I?" You frowned but then perked up when you remembered something. "Oh yeah! You guys heard that the NCT frat is throwing their annual house party next weekend, right? Xiaojun asked if we were all gonna go."

Mingi did a small little dance in his chair. "Party at the NCT frat house? You KNOW the alcohol will flow so well. Fuck yes, we gotta go. Those dudes know how to throw it."

"Agreed," Yeosang chimed, "oh my god I'm going to need to drink some alcohol in order to just forget everything and have some fun," He exhaled, "all the finals this week and the project for my Creative Writing class is stressing the FUCK outta me."

You looked at your phone and groaned. "I gotta book it if I'm to get to my next class...don't wanna be late, see ya!"

You're all settled on going to the NCT frat's party that coming weekend, you just didn't think...maybe...things could actually...happen. 

And actually take a turn.

You were dressed in a lace bralette, a little mini skirt and heels that would get you laid that night. Probably. Maybe? It was worth a try, you guessed. You walked out of your bedroom with one of Jongho's button down shirts over your scandalous outfit.

"Isn't that my shirt?" Jongho asked, tugging a sweater over his head and grabbing his wallet. He ran a hand through his silky raven locks, leaning back on the wall. You blushed furiously at how good your roommate looked with the fitted gray sweater and jeans with his wallet hooked on a finger.

"Yeah...sorry...needed one of your shirts." You shrugged. "Would it be okay for you if I could borrow?" You stood there, hugging it to yourself with one arm and it just fit so well on you. You love the way his clothing just surrounds your body. Makes you feel like he's surrounding you and enveloping you into a tight hug or...something.

"U-um...I don't mind! Of course." Jongho blushed back and fiddled with his wallet.

"Don't want your roomie and best friend stealing any more of your shirts?" You giggled, then turned towards the living area where the rest of the guys were. "Button up or no?"

San looked you over and shook his head. "Nah, keep it unbuttoned. The outfit's hot and if you buttoned it, then there'd be no point in wearing that outfit."

Yunho looked your frame up and down with a nod of approval. "He's got a point there."

"Oh, so you're wearing it like a cardigan?" Hongjoong asked with an eyebrow cocked.

Seonghwa nodded appreciatively. “It looks good as a cardigan, Y/N. Just button up if you ever feel uncomfy.”

"S-she can do whatever she likes with it..." Jongho coughed, then he shot you a playful smile. You tilted your head in question as his eyes watched over you slowly, giving you a slow up-and-down of your body, taking it all in and appreciating the view. "I think you look hot though, Y/N."

Wooyoung shouted "Seconded."

Hongjoong shooed everyone out of the apartment. "We need to be somewhere like now, please."

Yeosang laughs at San and Mingi shoving each other on the way out of the apartment and on the stairway and steps outside to your cars. Jongho shuts the door and walks out after the last of you guys, you press the lock on the doorknob as you follow behind him.

Your heartbeat stumbles as the fabric draped over you sways against your skirt. You're falling behind him by a few steps and take an extra moment to gaze over his legs...those jeans were a smart choice. That ass was peeking at you from beneath his fitted sweater, making your skin heat up just a bit. Jongho was dressed from head to toe looking like the most fucking attractive man in existence.

Xiaojun greeted everyone at the frat with huge hugs and Yunho and Mingi followed close behind them, not being able to contain their excitement at the insane amount of alcohol that awaited them for the next couple hours. You and Jongho greet Xiaojun with a warm smile.

"If you all need me, I'll be over here!" He motioned towards the kitchen and the guys followed after him, Wooyoung excitedly looking at the already hard and set-up alcohol.

You were halfway across the large open floor living room with Jongho, standing beside a wall.

"Jongho!" A girl walked towards him and hugged his midriff.

The gesture sent your face twisting into an expression of disdain. And was that a pang of jealousy you felt too? No...surely not. Or maybe? Possibly. Yeah...just a bit. Maybe. Okay. Maybe not.

Fuck it. You were jealous.

You walk past her to the kitchen as she begins conversing with Jongho, turning on your heel with a hurt expression. Who the fuck is that and who the fuck is she to wrap herself all up on HIM, in front of you? But then again, why does it bother you so much? It shouldn't, but here you are, walking with your best friend into a living area bustling with drunk college kids. The feeling and emotion you were left with is almost a complete confusion. You decide to push those aside and act the total opposite.

You went to stand in between Hongjoong and Seonghwa in the kitchen as they watched Mingi and Yunho mixing together every alcohol they could get their hands on, as long as it resulted in an overly-powerful and undrinkable drink. Their drinks were usually a hit at parties. Seonghwa narrowed his eyes as he watched Mingi drop in what must have been half of the entire bottle into the cup he held.

"Broooo, this drink is gonna knock me flat on my ass. Fuck yeahhhh!!!" Mingi brought the drink to his lips and slurped loudly, an impressive "AHH!" emitting from him as his chest heaved from the intake.

"Is that even safe?" Hongjoong questioned and grimaced as he stared with squinted eyes at the drink, the cup somehow filled all the way to the brim.

Mingi, whose chest continued to heave up and down in an impressively rhythmic pattern. "Who knows?"

"You okay?" Seonghwa leaned down to ask you. He had noticed that Jongho was surrounded by other girls from around the campus, hanging all over his frame, running their hands up and down his chest and his biceps as he casually made conversation with them, laughter spilling from him occasionally. And each and every giggle and touch you felt it in the pit of your stomach.

"Y/N?" Hongjoong eyed you carefully, confused as to where your thoughts have escaped you at the moment.

"I-I'll be fine, guys." You gave him and Seonghwa your best smile, and then turned to Mingi, "So are you planning on blacking out tonight or just simply knocking you off your ass?"

Mingi gave a wide grin and he shook the glass up and down. "Who fucking knows, Y/N," He brought it to his lips, gulping down the concoction of a drink, then exhaled in satisfaction, "who knows." He smiled.

You watched as he walked away with Yunho and a few other guys they knew as they walked out onto the dancefloor. You chewed on your bottom lip as you glanced towards where you had last seen Jongho. Who's also...gone. Shit. You swallow back a lump in your throat.

A song's vibrating through the large speakers hung in the four corners of the room and the entire first floor of the frat house was overflowing with other kids and college students like yourself. A cup or a solo cup full of alcohol was always nearby someone or in their hand. The song thrummed to your heartbeats.

San pulled up to you, a wide smile etched on his handsome face, his cheekbones on display.

"Come on, pretty girl. You need to get wasted." He slings his arm around you and pulls you towards the dance floor.

As soon as you arrive there with the group, there's already a sea of bodies moving and grinding to the music, all laughing, smiles and drinks. The bodies are pretty thick, sweaty and in the middle. Everyone looks so happy, their laughter contagious. This is exactly why you came to the party; to have fun and have a good night. Your mood seems to lift slightly.

Wooyoung saw Jongho with the ladies hanging all over him, on the other side of the room and made his way towards them. "Hey ladies, can I steal Jongho for a bit? Kindly give him back, thanks."

Jongho felt his wrist grabbed on to and Wooyoung yanked him through the crowd and towards a far off corner of the room. Jongho is quickly deposited onto a bar stool and Wooyoung swipes a couple beers from a cooler. He turns to look at Jongho and sets a hand on his shoulder.

"Dude," Wooyoung slides over a can of cold beer over towards him, "Jongho, if you don't make a move on Y/N soon, one of the NCT frat dudes are gonna make their move on her and trust me, you know how smooth they are," he pops the tab open, "get your girl, bro. Just fucking do it before it's too late."

Your entire body was jammed packed right next to the other kids on the floor, the heat of everyone and all the dancing was warming your core to the brink. San, Yunho and Mingi stayed relatively near to your vicinity but at the same time...you seemed to have lost your footing at times and drunkenly pressed up against a ton of other people, sweat dripping from your skin as the loud thumping music bounced off every inch of the room.

At one point in the night, you danced against a guy. He smelled good and as the minutes carried on, he had the nicest hands which made their way to your hips as he grinded against you and in return, your butt rubbed against him. For a moment you thought it felt pretty damn good and decided why the hell not. So, you drank and allowed yourself to be pressed further. At one point, he leaned down and whispered in your ear,

"My place?" His eyes were so soft and pleading and all you had wanted to do was disappear from this party into this guy's house, or wherever the hell he took you.

Someone stepped in-between the two of you. The mystery guy seemed to have had his fair share of the hard alcohol and when you turned to your other side to see what the heck was going on and when the intruding boy was going to step away, your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his.

"Dude, what the fuck, man?" The guy sounded angry and aggravated and all sorts of drunk. "I'm just dancing with her."

"No, I believe the two of you were just a little bit MORE than 'dancing'. And to that, I have a slight problem with." Jongho bit out.

"Ohh shit." Someone from the sideline hooted at this.

The crowd near where the two were standing had huddled a bit closer and watched in suspense and intrigue, eager to watch the confrontation.

"Jongho it's totally fi-"

"It's not fine, Y/N." He whips his head back around to stare you dead in the eyes. They're swirling with what's probably anger. Or maybe something else? Why did his eyes also look slightly...nervous? Maybe the drinks are fucking with him too?

"What? You got a problem?" The guy pushed off of the table he was leaning against, puffing up his chest.

"Yeah, I have a fucking problem when someone is hitting on my girl." Jongho's shoulders had stiffened up and now he's eyeing the drunk guy up and down.

His girl...

Holy fuck.

Did...did Jongho just say you were HIS girl? Your mind is so frazzled from the night and the many, many, drinks consumed so the shock doesn't last for too long but...still. Your blood runs warm through your body and all throughout. Jongho looks...mad. Jongho looks jealous. Like how could someone possibly ever? But here you are, the lucky best friend, seeing a completely new side to him. One that you aren't familiar with, despite the years of knowing him. The guy who just said a very specific word.

He must see how much of a shock to the system his words are for you. Your eyes are wide and staring straight into his brown eyes. Jongho exhales the tension in his shoulders, shaking his head, and he shoots you a small soft look. It doesn't last for longer than a second but the message is conveyed and you're screaming in your brain because all of the feelings just seem to hit your insides. 

All at once.

"So she's taken?" The dude is swaying and he brings his cup, which smells as strong as Mingi's concoction, to his lips and downs the drink. He turns away and towards the dancing, grinding bodies and another girl quickly gravitates towards him.

It's quite some time before he makes any kind of move after all of this but when Jongho's hands make their way around your hips, you melt into his body immediately, falling back against his toned chest. His heartbeat is calm against your back. Jongho feels just right, so fucking right, holding on to your waist.

Jongho places himself right behind you and he's setting his chin down onto your head, leaning into you while pulling your waist towards him. And even better...there's that voice in your ear.

"Y/N," He whispered in your ear, the heat from his breath teasing your ears, "if I just made things weird..."

You turned your head back at him, your noses centimeters apart from touching. His eyelids lowered, gaze fluttering over to your lips, before glancing back at you, biting the inside of his cheek and chewing nervously on the inside. "You definitely didn't."

"Yeah?" He breathes.

"Yeah..."

"Then," His words ghost your lips and suddenly it seems like all sound has escaped from this room and the two of you are completely alone. You two stare in the other's eyes as a comfortable silence encompasses the air around your bodies. His lips are slowly inching closer to your lips, "do you maybe want to go back to the apartment?" His words drip with intention and that just stirs more emotions. "Just the two of us?"

You glance at the dancing kids and bodies near the two of you, nodding in agreement and take him by the hand and weave through everyone. You glance back at the kitchen and see Hongjoong and Seonghwa giving you thumbs up. You only laugh, not fully absorbing how that might've looked from their point of view. You're laughing because of just how excited you are. The emotion swelled up all over you and as the air outside enveloped your exposed skin. You shivered at the cold and at the thrill, the night sky was endless in depth and so was your adrenaline rushing inside your veins.

There are a few other people who walk and stumble back home, making their way from parties. Some couples seem pretty wasted, falling out of bars and holding onto the light poles. All you're doing is walking with Jongho, holding onto his palm and laughing to each other while talking about nothing in particular.

Until...Jongho opens the door to the apartment and tugs you back so your back presses up against his chest. He shuts the door behind the two of you and Jongho's breath is tickling against your ear, his hands are sending your entire body on fire, sliding up the sides of your body, caressing every inch that your outfit reveals. His hands land on your hips again and this time, he turns you to face him, staring straight into his deep-brown eyes. Your back is pressed against the apartment door, you two are breathing shallow, nervous and impatient breaths, your palms are pressed against Jongho's chest and the other is running up the fabric of his sweater over his muscles, before wrapping it around the back of his neck.

Jongho pressed your bodies together and as he held on to your waist, he dipped his head down and caught your lips with his own. Kisses on each other's jawline were next, the feeling had you pressing further into the body against yours. 

Fucking finally.

Your mouths felt amazing and right together as your lips were hot and opened against each other, the kisses you were exchanging felt just right and you never wanted to stop.

When he pressed further into your figure, a guttural, low moan escaped the pit of your stomach and reverberated back against him as he hit your groin spot on. Jongho slid his leg against yours as you pulled him in by the collar, bringing him further. His thigh slipped between your legs, giving you some pressure in all the right places and he pulled you closer.

"No more being friends after this..." he murmurs, the deep voice caressing your skin, "not when I've got you just like this, baby."

You responded with a sound that could've been an agreement or could've just simply been his name. You still aren't too sure of exactly what happened and all the actions that transpired but all you know is...Jongho feels way, way, WAY fucking better than you could've ever dreamed of him to.

After a minute, he lifted you up, strong arms supporting you, and you wrap your legs around his middle, your hands running through his hair as he sucks and bites a spot along your neck, his arms still holding you tight. Your room was only steps away from the door. You grab him by the face to pull him to you, meeting him at every kiss.

Fuck, how long have the two of you denied all these urges? You're moaning into his mouth again and Jongho responds in a way that says he'll give you exactly what you want. A quiet groan emits from deep inside his chest. It sounds absolutely sinful and so deep and low that your heart flutters with a sense of joy, knowing you were the one responsible for creating the sound. The most glorious of sounds.

"You know..." you started, raining kisses along his jaw and face. "The other night I was up in the middle of the night to grab a bottle of water and I saw you," You nibbled and licked at his ear and felt him stiffen, he swallowed heavily and continued to listen to you, "Jongho, baby, you were fucking your hands to the thought of me, weren't you?"

Jongho leaned his head in your hair, a long shaky inhale and exhale escaped his lips. He couldn't bring himself to tell you just yet that he knew it was you watching him, hearing him moan your name, how many times he came to the thoughts of you...

He whispered your name to you, making his way to the couch, letting your figure fall backwards down onto the cushion, before his body following after and settling on top of yours. His lips captured your mouth and his hips were pressed down on to yours. "Hmmm...and you? What did you do when you found that out? Did you touch yourself, baby girl? Thinking about what I'd do to you in real life? How you'd sound begging and crying my name, hmm?"

"Yes..." Your back arching towards him.

Jongho starts to drag his fingertips down to the center of your chest, brushing the lace bralette. You moaned when his tongue slipped against your bottom lip and you gripped onto him tightly, moaning as his lips danced against yours. "Y/N...what do you want, baby?"

"Fuck," you whimpered, "You. I want you."

"Gonna tell me how you need me? Use those sweet dirty words and tell me exactly, exactly what I want to hear come out of that gorgeous mouth."

The way Jongho's fingers tease your breast has you trembling and all your senses in a frenzy. You were melting under Jongho. Everything he says is dripping with sensuality, turning you on further, especially as his hands continue roaming, landing right above your ass and then gently squeezing.

"Please Jongho." You whimpered. "Please Daddy..."

"Daddy, huh?" Jongho let out an amused huff, sucking on the other side of your neck. His voice sounds deeper. "Never knew that you'd have a daddy kink, but damn...does it work for me." His knee grinds down against your clothed pussy and your eyes roll back slightly. "Good girl."

His teeth sink into the lobe of your ear and it has you whispering a hoarse cry of his name. Your brain was buzzing with excitement at the turn of events and now you only crave more. You want his tongue and his lips and his thick thighs and his toned arms and...just EVERYTHING. You need and want everything.

"Touch yourself for me, baby. Do exactly what you were doing when you think of me at night and let me watch you. You'd like that, yeah? Knowing your best friend wants you so bad he watches you touch your little cunt, wishing it were him?"

All your senses were on fire and your pulse throbbed and raced. Yes...Jongho always looks handsome. So fucking handsome but...

Looking at him like this. Watching Jongho stare down at your body like a man who wanted to wreck you in every single way. Your cheeks flush red at his request and with a surge of liquid confidence, you nod. Jongho presses another passionate kiss on your lips. As he pulls away, he licks his lips, the tip of his tongue darting across his plump lips, still slick from the kisses. His fingers played with the waistband of your skirt, dragging down to just between your thighs, fingers ghosting the soft sensitive spot. Your eyes never leave him.

"Come on baby. Strip and touch yourself for your Daddy," his hand is just barely resting above the most sensitive part of you. "Strip everything off except my shirt because you look so good in Daddy's clothes..." His smile, that beautiful grin you had grown to love in all its various forms and fashions, split across Jongho's face. "And then be my pretty baby and make yourself cum right in front of Daddy while you call out my name. My good baby, Y/N."

And you do just that as you shimmy out of your skirt and panties, snapped open the hooks of your bralette and it fell somewhere behind the couch. Leaving you there on the couch, splayed out in the semi dark in only the huge buttoned down shirt you stole from your roommate. With a deep breath, you spread your legs wider. Reclining back on the couch with your shoulders touching the back of the seat cushion, you drag your right hand down over your neck, teasing a nipple with your left hand as your body twitches and sighed with relief from even this small contact. The way Jongho watched you felt so intimate and...filthy and so, so amazing.

With your fingers trailing down between the valley of your breasts and along your belly, you press down right above the bundle of nerves between your legs. Feeling yourself throb, already dripping wet and hot. You slip the middle finger right along your folds, wetting the digit and moaning out his name. You pump the finger a bit in and out and can't stop staring at him. Watching Jongho unzip himself from his jeans, revealing boxers, a wet mark of precum staining the front fabric, before he too slipped them off and took out his leaking cock from his boxers.

And yes...the size is proportional with all his other features and your head reels at the thoughts of what could happen and will happen tonight. His beautiful and perfect cock, glistening and sticking straight up and throbbing at every heartbeat. You moan loud enough for both of you and as soon as Jongho grins at you, it's suddenly easier. He grabs the base and jacks himself as he keeps staring right at your body, "Fuck baby you look so sexy. Touching yourself in only my shirt like a good little slut and fuck...my little girl. Look at your clit, throbbing and swollen from not enough attention, yeah? Spread wider, baby. Let Daddy see you play with that pretty pussy."

"Mm fuck, shit...yeah, it's yours Daddy, please..." You drag your finger back up and find that most tender bundle and begin to slowly massage yourself. A loud and sharp "fuuuuck" followed by a sigh escapes the deepest parts of you. "Right there, fuck."

"God, yeah, fuck yes. That's it, baby. Show Daddy where it feels best and where to make your little pussy feel all nice and warm."

Jongho slowly rubbed along his leaking shaft, keeping his intense gaze on your finger rubbing faster in tiny circles. After a few minutes of rubbing your sensitive and aching clit, the pleasurable knot inside is reaching a maximum point.

"Da-Daddy...I'm gonna cum."

"God yes, good baby. Make Daddy proud and let me fucking see you come undone right there. So gorgeous." Jongho was almost close too, judging by the pace his fingers were moving around his cock. The rhythm matched the tempo that your fingers worked around your wet folds, the sticky moisture that continued building up while your breath became uneven and uneven as your pleasure spiraled and intensified. "Right there Y/N. Do it, cum and make a mess for Daddy."

With a small scream and a long-drawn out, broken whimper, your walls begin to pulsate and an all-encompassing warmth spreads all over your body. You rode out the orgasm and came while calling out his name, waves of pure bliss crash all around. Every single touch against your wet skin heightened as you went on with the last few moments of it. You opened your eyes again and brought your glistening fingers out from your sopping cunt, both feeling your whole body flush and your vision dizzy.

You swallowed the rest of your orgasm in a hard and desperate attempt to take in everything. Even with all those layers, Jongho really looks breathtaking. Like a complete piece of work. 

"Good, so good and pretty for your Daddy." His thumb plays around his head, spreading his own precum before jacking himself harder and quicker, Jongho can't help but make the sexiest of noises, spilling your name and 'fuck' and 'shit' and a dozen other curse words over and over. "I'm fucking cumming." 

Jongho leaned further back, closing his eyes tight and groaning loudly and deeply, chest puffed out. And he continued, thrusting his hips into his fist before they twitched erratically and then he was cumming all over his fist and his shirt.

He takes a few long shaky breaths, opening his eyes to reveal half-lidded ones. Looking completely gone and satisfied. He breathes heavily, "Can't wait to have you so full of me..."

He tugged his shirt over his head, picked you up and made his way to his bedroom where he deposited you and him onto the bed. Jongho wasted no time, mouthing at the skin near your thighs, coaxing you to open wider as you stroked yourself until you were panting, twitching beneath him, and with a long "yes, fuck...Daddy..." and a hard shiver wracking your entire body, you were falling apart a second time in front of Jongho.

Your throat was starting to get a bit dry as Jongho lapped up at the juice coming out from your delicious hole, your whole face heated up and his face between your thighs was absolutely stunning. Especially the way Jongho's looking up at you through his long lashes while swirling his tongue around the spot you desired it most. The sounds of pleasure coming out of his mouth while his tongue sucked all over were absolutely delicious and fueled your arousal even further.

Jongho groaned against your inner thighs as he inched his way up, dragging his body above your figure. Your bodies slot together so perfectly, like it was fucking made to be like this. His large hands easily caress you, dragging up and down and sending shudders up and down the column of your neck and then over your hard nipples. His dark eyes staring into yours, asking if you still wanted to do this, it felt a thousand times different, and it made a dozen emotions spring to life inside the pit of your stomach. Jongho kissed along your jaw and gently nipped the soft skin, careful not to leave too many visible marks, and instead chose the lower neck. He didn't care how turned on he was, all that mattered was the fact that he and you were finally doing something about these sexual feelings.

"Feeling good, baby?" Jongho whispers hot against your skin and you feel your whole body break out into goosebumps. "Wanna make you feel amazing. Fuck you so good you'll see stars, yeah?"

"Mm...please Jongho, give me more." The sounds you make are positively sinful.

Jongho slips his hand behind you and tangles itself within your locks and the other is gripped securely underneath one leg and he throws it around him, pressing him down onto the mattress and arching your back and revealing all of yourself, including the sopping heat he desired most. Your neck feels deliciously exposed and with another hard and fiery kiss pressed on your skin, a hickey forming at the point, Jongho sucks even further on the now swollen area, creating a large patch of discoloration.

Jongho pressed against you harder and a particularly delicious kiss to the tender spot makes you roll your eyes back with a whimpering his name and 'yes' on repeat.

"What did I do to deserve such a delicious little thing begging for me so eagerly...so loud and open...mmm fuck yes baby, you taste incredible," Jongho gave an experimental thrust against you and the warmth and size of him is incredibly mind numbing. "Sinking myself into that little cunt and wrecking you in all the best ways. Hear your cute noises and watch as I have you writhing and trembling beneath me, isn't that right?"

"Yes..." Jongho thrusted up and ground down into the wet heat and held his hardness against you, rubbing himself with your sticky juice. You'd thought the man would be impatient in getting to the part of really, really being inside you but with the way he moves his hips and plays around in teasing strokes, Jongho clearly understands the pleasures of foreplay.

You closed your eyes, lost in the absolute perfection of feeling his strong arms pulling you against his chest and the scent of his cologne, his large and thick cock pulsating and twitching, and feeling the muscles flex in his sculpted torso.

"So beautiful, baby. Daddy wants a taste. Want you so hot and bothered that you're absolutely begging and pleading for my thick cock to stuff you full and stretch out your little cunt to mold around Daddy's shape. Until my name's the only thing you know."

The thrill of saying filthy and filthy words, using his size, and most definitely using the terms of endearment were very satisfying. Your nails dug a bit into his arms and his hands dragged around to settle against your ass and thighs, loving the contrast in his size and yours. "That feel good?"

"Yea—shit, Daddy...yes. Can we...please. Please...inside of me, just—please, Jongho..." you stammer. Your entire body felt like it was burning from the inside out.

"Tell Daddy exactly what you want." He encouraged, giving a languid lick along your neck, tickling it and having it arch towards him further.

"Wanna feel you fill me up and stretch my walls." you whisper and a shiver rushes through Jongho at how sweet and genuine it sounds. "Want you so deep inside, wanna feel how heavy your balls are when they hit me, want...want you, Jongho." You whimpered and cried out again and again, your fingers fisted the sheets and your hips grind up against his erection again and again.

"That's it baby, ride the high and show Daddy how bad you wanna fuck his cock. So eager and begging already for my dick. Yeah?" He growled low. You lifted a bit from your current position, grabbing the tip of his length and settling it against your opening and pushing forward until he's half way through your slick and very hot walls. You let him completely into you, your velvety walls wrap around him perfectly, throbbing and massaging him in the process and it's taking everything Jongho has to not move. To not fucking ruin you. It takes even more control to not spill deep in you in the few seconds of being surrounded by you.

And once he starts to move, the loud and strung-out moans, the slow and deliberate thrusts, and the soft whimpers, your body feels hot, hot and oh...wonderfully amazing. Like heaven in each thrust. His hard and throbbing cock was thick and heavy, warm and full and he stretched you wide, hitting so deep inside and knocking your senses loose.

Jongho doesn't think he could take much more. "Fuck...look at how well your pussy is swallowing my cock...you take it so well. Feel so damn perfect." The words slip out so effortlessly. So sincere.

"So deep, Daddy. Yes! More..." His cock hit a deliciously sinful spot inside of you, a series of swears and sobs left you both and the urge to tell him something you had been keeping a secret suddenly took you and left your lips before you could stop. "Jongho, I love you!" you confess amidst the wreckage of strung out moans.

"Say it again." He kissed at the juncture of your shoulder. "Need to hear you say it again."

"Jongho, I love you." The words fell from your lips like an involuntary confession and at that moment, you realized that, with every beat and kiss and gentle brush of Jongho's body against your skin, his presence in your life was overwhelming, that his friendship had grown so naturally into something else.

"I love you too, Y/N." Jongho brushes back some strands of sweaty hair that have escaped and sticks to your cheeks. "So fucking much. Been in love with you for years. So, so much."

With the shared feelings and the release of all the sexual tension, everything is somehow amplified to a whole new level. Jongho holds onto you, whispering all kinds of promises into your ear, all kinds of affection and adoration and how absolutely in love he is with you. Everything is sweet and dizzy. Your breasts brushed against his chest and his skin tingled wherever it touches him.

His cock slid so, so smoothly because he was drenching in your arousal. His speed and pressure increased, turning his thrusts into long, hard strokes as he slammed himself deep into you. His name is a mantra that you call over and over. You wrapped both legs around him tightly, loving his body fully.

"Gonna cum, Y/N, gonna fucking come all over this pretty pussy. God, baby, you are so good. Feel so...shit. Feel so good wrapped around Daddy's cock," he fucked in a few more times, faster and shallower.

Your vision turned into stars, your mouth falling open. With a scream, his name on your lips, you shuddered around him and came on his cock, clenching around him hard and fast. With his final thrust, Jongho stilled and spilled with his entire length still buried within you and buried his head between the crook of your neck and shoulder. You pulled his face, cupping your fingers around his cheeks and brought his forehead against yours as your legs slackened a little and hung onto him tighter around his waist.

Jongho felt fucking incredible. Felt every ounce of your heart and soul within his being and melted right into you.

"Fuck, baby..." Jongho couldn't find his voice as he continued panting harshly, brushing the softest and shortest kisses onto your forehead and along your nose. His forehead was all sweaty and glistened and his gaze looked almost feral, as if he couldn't get enough and needed you over and over. As his breathing began to steady again, he looked back down and gave you a sated grin, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your nose, which crinkled at the contact. "Well shit..."

"What?" You breathed out.

"Can't believe we waited this fucking long, seriously..." He rolled off but still had an arm draped around your middle and he squeezed, pulling you back flush to his front, bringing his mouth near your ear. "Was it okay for me to cum in you though? Was that alright, or..."

You bite back a giggle and twist so that you were on your side, his other hand cupping the side of your face, and you kiss him languidly and softly before replying with a smile. "I'm on birth control, but it's probably safe to say to wrap it next time just to be on the safe side."

"Thank fucking God," he heaved a big sigh of relief and cackled, nipping on the skin behind your ear a bit and causing a shiver to roll up and down your spine. "Got pretty carried away, wasn't thinking straight."

"I wouldn't be opposed to having your kids anyways." A satisfied and sleepy grin forms across his face and you return one of your own, the kind that reached your eyes and made them glow like Jongho's never seen.

"Have to marry you before you start making me dad material." A kiss is placed on top of your hair. You reach your arms upward and around his neck and pull him forward for a sensual yet brief kiss. Jongho chuckles at the adorable sleepy way that your eyelashes brush along the tops of your cheeks. "Cuddle time?"

"Mhm. Definitely cuddle time." You bring one of Jongho's arms over you so his hand lands around your waist and pull yourself as close into his embrace and warmth as you can be. Your head rests in the curve of Jongho's neck, hands resting on top of each other. He pulls the comforters over the two of you, shifting so that your eyes lock for a few moments, the corners of his mouth tick up into a sweet and relaxed smile. "Your chest makes a pretty pillow. Should use it every day."

Jongho laughed at this and gently rubbed your back with the hand draped across your figure, leaning forward to place a loving kiss to your forehead.

"Love you so much, babe. Gonna be with you forever and always, alright?" His hands land at the small of your waist as the two of you bask in the after-sex glow and comfort and warmth. "How does that sound, my love?"

Your chest grew warmer. You leaned closer, peppering kisses across his shoulders. "That's a promise I definitely want you to keep because I love you too."

[inkdrinkerworld]

scenario where reader trips or someone accidentally pushes her into beefy!james but he’s sturdy so he doesn’t even budge but his pecs provide a nice cushion to fall back onto lol

oh oh this is rugby!james and reader’s meet cute!!! set in collage!!

the party was in full swing. apparently rugby was a big deal on this side of town and the university had the best team- supposedly.

you’re not into rugby, you barely understand a handful of the rules but an excuse not to hear your roommate moaning all night wasn’t going to be passed up by you.

you were making your way out of the kitchen when three guys ran past you, shoving you out of the way and into someone else.

“fuck,” you grumble, holding your cup behind you so it doesn’t spill all over the man whose hand wraps around your waist to steady you.

you hadn’t been so lucky, your shirt is wet with vodka.

“you alright?” he asks softly, his other hand reaching to rub your back.

as you look up your heart hammers in your throat. the man holding you is gorgeous.

like carved from marble beautiful. he’s got on round framed glasses that make his eyebrows look even sharper, his brown eyes melty with concern.

his nose is a little crooked but still pretty. and he’s got full lips that look a little too enticing.

“yeah,” you manage to breathe, pushing off him. he’s huge- beefy is the better word. his shoulders are broad, his arms are corded with muscles that you see clearly from his t shirt. “sorry about bumping into you.”

the man shakes his head, the curls he’s got tied back bouncing free from his hair tie.

“s’nothing, those guys are idiots.” his chin juts to the men who’d bumped into you, they’re all currently trying to do some kind of drinking game.

“thanks for not letting me fall,” you pause when you realise you don’t know his name.

“james.” he offers easily and you smile.

“y/n,” you introduce yourself and he smiles too- showing off two deep dimples in his cheeks. god, it’s like the crafted him with not skipping a single detail.

“wanna change your shirt? i think i’ve got my hoodie here somewhere.” james offers easily and you wonder if he’s always so pleasant.

“you won’t miss it?” you ask, feeling like you’re flirting but you’re not sure.

“nah, would rather you have it, pretty girl.”

so you nod, flustered by his nickname and james points to the chairs behind you.

“here,” it’s a black hoodie that looks so soft, and as you take it you notice it’s got the school’s rugby emblem on it.

“didn’t realise you were a player.” you say and james grins- all wide and happy.

“s’alright, i have a helmet on most times, hides my identity.” he jokes and you giggle.

“like clark kent,” you hold the hoodie up to your nose discreetly. “thanks james, i’ll find you tomorrow to give it back.”

james nods, “don’t sweat it, pretty girl. whenever you see me you can give it back.”

james is definitely flirting with you.

james’ name is shouted across the living room and he grimaces, “gotta go, but it was nice bumping into you.”

“yeah it was,” you mumble to yourself as james jogs over to where his name was shouted from. you make it to the bathroom quickly stopping off your shirt and fitting the hoodie on- james smells lovely is the first thought you have.

like roasted marshmallows, vanilla and brown sugar. maybe you won’t rush to give him the hoodie back just yet.

[toxicanonymity]

Thank you for all those fics babygirl, especially the Joel ones <3 would you ever consider writing Vampire! Joel x female reader where you're in his basement chained to the wall and he does disgusting things to you to a certain extent.. Thank you honey💗

the special one.

VAMPIRE JOEL MASTERLIST

3.5k, vampire!Joel Miller x f!reader / masterlist WARNINGS: I8+ big girthy age gap (Joel 400+ / Reader 20s-50s), dark fluff, Alcohol, drugging, kidnapping, chain/restraints, blood sucking, period cunnilingus (dubcon via captivity), jacking off, reader can menstruate. Toxic softdark.

You met him late one night when you were leaving a café. Your friends left first and went the opposite direction.  It was a dimly lit coffee house and bar.  All night, Joel was sitting in a round leather chair near the window wearing thick-framed glasses and an unseasonably cozy, dark brown cardigan with a standing collar.  He was reading a book and drinking a dark beer in a tall, narrow glass.  You had your eye on him and couldn’t help but admire the way his biceps looked so huge in his cardigan, and the sexy silver patches on the sides of his beard, and his perfect nose, complimented by his glasses.  He caught you looking a few times, but he never made it awkward. 

As you started heading toward the exit, he stood up, closed his book, and walked out the door.  He held it open for you.   “Hey,” he said softly.  He held his book under his arm with its spine facing you: Powers of Darkness.  He shyly dropped his head and looked up at you from under his brow, gazing over his glasses.  It gave you a good view of his beautiful mess of hair - mostly dark, with a flourish of salt and pepper.  He turned his head toward the street as he introduced himself.   “I’m Joel.”   

Joel offered to walk you to your car, and you accepted since it was so dark and you had your eye on him.  He wasn’t as shy once you started walking side by side.  His voice was deep but soft and soothing.  Smooth.  He flirted with you, asking what you were drinking, complimenting your choice of colorful puma sneakers with your black dress.  He said there was something about your energy.  He was disarming and didn’t come off as creepy.  As you walked through an alley together, you were admiring his hair, entranced by the beautiful glints of silver in the moonlight, when a huge rat scurried in front of you and into a drain.  You jumped and squealed.  

“Whoa, hey, it’s okay,” he chuckled and calmed you down with his hands on your shoulders. 

He kept gently rubbing your bare shoulders after you calmed down.  He gazed at you through his glasses with a glint of affection and your breath hitched.  He leaned in for a kiss that melted your mouth.   When he broke away after a few seconds, his eyes were dark with lust.  He backed you into the brick wall - not aggressively, but certainly not meekly.  Quietly confident.  He pressed his lips and hips into yours and a bulge in his black, soft-brushed khakis hardened against your dress, making you weak in the knees. No tongue, but he sucked your saliva into him and his lips felt like heaven.  

He pulled back and looked down and away.  “Sorry,” he muttered.  

“Don’t be,” you said.  “That was nice.”  He made eye contact with you, and you felt a rush of warmth.  

“Good,” he mumbled, but he didn’t take it further at that point. 

—-

When you got to your car, he kissed you again, then hugged you, and you felt his arousal against you, even harder, making you throb.  “You smell special,” he said, his voice deep and soft above your ear.  Then he dragged his lips down and kissed your neck lightly three times before he opened his mouth, his wet inner lips hitting your skin, making goosebumps prickle at the back of your neck.  He moaned into your skin as he sucked and you felt like you could have taken him against your car in that moment.  

He stopped and mumbled into your neck, “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” Your tone was sultry. “Really, don’t be.” His breath stayed on your neck, warm and humid. 

“Only gonna take a little.”

“What?”

His massive hand covered your mouth, and before you could try to scream, his teeth penetrated your neck.  It was deep and sudden, seizing your body with a paralyzing chill as you shrieked, whimpered, and gasped for air under his hand.  He pulled his head back after a few seconds and your blood trickled out one side of his mouth.  His eyes were dark.  He tilted his head at you, his collar brushing his jaw as he tongued the front of a sharp little fang to get the last of your blood.  You thought you were dreaming.  

He shyly dropped his head again. “Sorry, sweetheart.” 

You were speechless. 

“It was only a little,” he reassured you.  “You should be fine.”  There was a hint of shame in his face as his eyes faded back to normal behind his glasses.  “God, you sure are beautiful,” he gushed through half-lidded eyes. 

You were more flattered than you should have been. 

He leaned in for another kiss but you flinched and he stopped. “Yeah,” he shrank back.  “Sorry.”  

He walked backwards for a few steps, shoving his hands into his sweater. Then he turned around and disappeared into the night, the long cardigan trailing behind him.  You felt a little lightheaded and stayed leaning against your car, silently in shock, until you felt okay to drive. The lightheadedness faded quickly. 

The next couple of weeks were normal, but you thought about it every day.  If it weren’t for the puncture wounds and bruising on your neck, you would have thought you were going crazy.  Maybe you were - when you thought about the experience, you felt more aroused than afraid.  

—-

When you initially woke up captive a few weeks later, the last thing you remembered was Joel emerging in the same alley as you walked to your car alone after leaving the same cafe.  Your breath hitched at the silhouette of his standing collar and messy hair.  You froze as his big arms wrapped around you from the side.  He manhandled you into submission as he put a damp rag over your mouth.  

“Shhhh,” he said.  “Not gonna hurt ya, sweetheart.” 

When you woke up, your neck was sore and you were in the corner of a dark, half-unfinished basement, lying on a cold, coated concrete floor.  You were chained by your ankle with a brutally cold, metal cuff that rubbed on your skin every time you moved.  The chain was too heavy.  You were so weak from blood loss that even getting up to go to the toilet was a struggle. Despite the toilet being in range of the chain, it could take you thirty minutes to crawl over to it, taking multiple breaks to rest.  

The first time Joel came down to give you a meal, he saw you crawling toward the restroom. “Oh god,” he whispered with a genuine hint of horror in his voice.  “C’mere, I got ya.”  He helped you into the bathroom.  It didn’t have a door.  He helped you onto the toilet then stood in the door frame and looked away.  When you were finished, he helped you back to where you were lying against the wall.  He stood there with his feet spread and looked at you for a few seconds, one arm crossed in front of him with his other hand stroking one side of his beard.  His brows knitted with concern, and his eyes were watery.  

He left you your meal and came back an hour later with an old mattress covered by a fitted sheet with a faded pattern of Scandinavian tulips.  

“Thank you,” you told him, sincerely grateful for the relative comfort.  You were too frozen and afraid to ask for anything else yet. 

As soon as he left, you peeled back the fitted sheet to get inside and sleep.  It was cozy like a hug for a second before it popped off the mattress, but the loose sheet was still better than nothing.  

—-

You didn’t cause any trouble.  Joel brought you iron-rich meals to help replenish your blood.  In his eyes, it was an unfortunate situation for both of you, the fact that he needed you.  He couldn’t help it that there was something special about your blood.  It gave him a rush he’d never had before while feeding, and he lasted longer on yours than anyone else’s.  He felt much better, too. You should have felt good about what you were doing - helping him survive with less blood.  That meant hurting fewer people. 

—-

You examined where the chain met the concrete.  It didn’t look very old.  On the other hand, there was an area of crumbled concrete on the floor, as though someone had tried to dig out of jail with a spoon at some point.  You picked off small chunks of rock and used them to count the days you were down there. 

On the sixth day, you were sitting on the mattress against the wall with the sheet over your legs when Joel came down.  “Your days are here,” he said.  You were confused at first.  He took off his shoes and joined you on the mattress, folding his knees behind him and leaning on one hand, facing you from the side.  He was very close, less than a foot away. He slowly tugged the sheet off your legs and the chain caught his eye.  He whispered, “sorry,”  and got on his knees to get the key out of his pocket. “I’m  here,” he said reassuringly to himself as he unlocked it then pocketed the key again. 

He moved the chain out of the way and got closer to you again.  He sat back on his knees.  He took a deep breath, looking you over, then began to say, “If I take it from here. . .”  He put his hand on your lower abdomen. “I can go a little longer.  . . Before we have to, uh.” He reached up and caressed your neck, before dropping his hand back to your lower abdomen.  “If you’re okay with it,” he whispered, and caressed you there over your dress, making you tingle between the legs.  

“I don’t have it yet, my period."

“It’s there,” he nodded earnestly.  “It’s opening, getting ready to pour itself.” It was the strangest way of talking about the cervix.  He waited for you to accept what he was saying.  He looked at you with puppy dog eyes.  “Can I have it?” 

You studied his face.  He looked pale and the color of his lips was faded. Even his muscles looked somewhat deflated.  You felt bad for him.  

“How do I give it to you when it’s not coming out yet?”

His cheeks flushed with some color as his eyes fell between your legs where you were holding your dress down for modesty.    

“Oh,” you whispered. 

“I can make it feel good,” he promised.  

“Oh, uh, oh, okay.”

—-

He sat up and took off his cardigan. You couldn’t be sure if it was the same one as before, but it had the same style of standing collar.  It was dark brown with tiny flecks of lighter thread, possibly in different pastel colors if your eyes didn’t deceive you.  The basement was dim, and the most light it got was during sunset when the rays hit the tiny windows just right. It was almost a glare.   There was no clock and sunset could be any minute, but until then, it was dark. 

Joel folded his glasses and put them on top of the sweater. He was wearing a tight, tan, short-sleeve, soft-wash t-shirt.  His pecs stretched the front of it. He moved you into position, flat on your back.  “Try to relax, sweetheart.”   

Your knees were up and he was between your legs. He reached under your dress and gently pulled down your panties.  His eyes were black and shiny and he breathed heavier. He gently pushed your dress all the way up and out of the way.  His biceps flexed as he hooked his hands under your knees and over your thighs.  He took a deep breath through his nose, closing his eyes.  

He kissed each of your inner thighs, then just above your clit.  You flinched in pleasure rather than fear, but he mumbled, “sorry.”   He looked up at you, and his silver beard glistened in the bright light of the setting sun through the high, horizontal window in the back corner. “Are you okay?” he asked.

He pivoted you on the mattress to get out of the light.  You got up on your elbows and nodded, “yeah.”  You hated to think it, but you were more than okay.  When his lips touched your skin, it started to feel like a real win-win.  

“I’m just gonna,” he whispered, then brought his hands to between your legs.  He spread your outer lips and saw how wet you were.  “Oh,” he whispered.  His tone became sexy.  “You are okay.”  He looked up at you darkly, with the hint of a smirk on one side.  “Ok, good,” he murmured to your dripping cunt.  

He licked a flat, wide stripe up your entire seam then suckled on your clit, looking up at you.  He took his mouth away to say “lay back, relax.”  So you did.  He got you warmed up, licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue. You moaned softly. 

“Gorgeous down here, too,” he said before digging in again. “God, you taste special.”

He plunged his tongue into your entrance, careful to avoid nicking you with his fangs.  They were curved into his mouth, which helped them not catch.  His massive hands dug into your thighs as he thrust his tongue into you. “Mmm,” he moaned.  He licked every crevasse of your folds and suckled at your clit again, then nudged your clit with his nose as he again penetrated you with his tongue.  He tongued into you, then deliberately nosed your clit, tickling you with his smooth, soft facial hair. You felt the suction of his nostrils against you - a strange feeling, but not at all bad.  

He pulled away and caught his breath.  “It’s so close,” he said.  “Almost taste it.”  He dipped his head again and planted a kiss on your clit.  “Think you can come? It might help.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Just like that, more tongue.” 

“Perfect,” he whispered between your legs.  

He licked and sucked at you, then fucked you with his tongue.  You moaned as you got closer and closer.  He reached a hand up to your breast and you sighed.  He thrust his tongue into you harder, and your hips lifted into his mouth. “Mmmm, yeah,” he murmured while taking a breath.  He thumbed your clit as he sharpened his tongue and plunged it back into you. 

“Ohh,” you sighed, “gonna come.”  

He kept doing what he was doing, then he planted his mouth on your entrance and steadied your hips with his hands as your spine arched and you saw stars.  Your hips lifted into his mouth, and he held your thighs where they met your hips, keeping his mouth firmly planted around your seam at an angle, sealing it as much as possible.  As you rode your waves of pleasure, he put his tongue inside you and you clenched around it.  He thrust it into you, then withdrew his tongue and sucked harder than you could have imagined as your climax persisted. He sucked and licked and sucked, and finally he groaned, “mmmm,” into your cunt.  

He became more ravenous and you could tell he was getting what he was after.  He alternated sucking and lapping and when he came up for air, you saw it on his lips. Color was already returning to his face.  

“Taste so special, baby,” he sighed, then dug back in.  His nose nudged your clit as he sucked and moaned into you, and another climax was already building.  You sighed “ohh, Joel.”  

“Yeah,” he panted, and put his thumb back on your clit. “Come for me, baby.”  He thrust his tongue into you rhythmically, scraping out any blood he could reach, then surfacing to breathe.  “Fuck,” he panted into you inner thigh. “Taste so good.”  He was ravenous.  He sucked and used his tongue in a way you never dreamed.  Soon, you heard your moan echo off the walls as you started coming into his mouth again and he sucked full force. You finished coming, and he kept sucking. Tears sprang into your eyes with the overstimulation.

He plunged his tongue into you and swirled it around, raking for residual blood.  You began to cramp and reached for your abdomen “Oww,” you whimpered.  

His brow furrowed as he looked up at you with the silver in his beard and mustache tinged red.  “Oh no,” he said and massaged you through a few more cramps, then they died down. 

You sat up on your elbows and watched as he licked you clean of all the stray blood. He twisted his hips off the mattress and it was impossible to ignore the protrusion in his pants.  When he finished cleaning you with his mouth, he sat up on his knees and thanked you. He discreetly palmed his arousal. When your eyes followed his hand, he kept it there, the heel of his palm digging into his engorged package. His face flushed.  “This doesn’t always hap-.”  He cut himself off, shaking his head at the rudeness of referring to his other experiences.   “I mean, you’re really special.  You feel really good.”  He palmed himself again.  “‘Excuse me for a minute.” 

—-

Joel unbuttoned and unzipped his pants on his way to the restroom. You heard him spit in his hand.  He breathed heavily and moaned as he fucked his fist and spit every once in a while.  His sounds of pleasure made your core buzz for more.  “Ohh,” he moaned as his fist slid along his shaft.  “Fuck,” he panted.  Your nipples hardened again and you reached for a breast.  You squeezed your thighs together.  You wondered if he’d fuck you, but tried to suppress the thought.  You felt moisture between your legs. 

He spit again.  “Oh, fuck,” he panted as his breath became ragged.  You dipped a finger into yourself and looked at it - no blood, just arousal.  He sucked you clean and you wondered if your period was over before it began.  “Ohh, god,” he sighed, and the sound of skin sped up.  He breathed louder, then groaned as he came.  When he was finished, he sighed, “Ohhh,” in relief.  Then the water turned on for a minute.  

—-

When he emerged from the restroom, his facial hair was mostly clean.  He paused in the door frame.  “Sorry about that,” he said and looked down and away. “I can already feel it, sweetheart.”  You could see it, too.  

veins had returned to his hands and his muscles looked pumped compared to before. He looked alive, vibrant, even sexier than before.  

He put his glasses on, and got back between your legs then sat back on his heels.  He cupped your cheek, and looked deep into your eyes.  “Never felt like this before,”  he lamented.  “Never in all these years.” Your heart raced at the realization that he could be hundreds of years old. No wonder he was good. 

He looked regretful. “Hate it for ya, sweetheart.  But it’s our destiny.” 

“What is?” 

“You’re my One.”

“What,” you whispered to yourself.  

“We’re a pair,” he whispered and looked at you affectionately.  “You complete me.”  

You were disturbed by his delusions, and even more disturbed by the way your heart swelled at his words.  

He remained between your legs and put his hands down on the mattress on either side of your torso, scooting toward you.  He tried to kiss you, but you sucked your lips into your mouth then turned your head. 

He sat back and looked wounded.

You were incredulous.  “My purpose is to complete you?”

“And mine is to take care of you,”  he said and caressed your thigh. 

You were crushed at this world view.  A small, self-sabotaging part of you had to wonder if he was capable of change.  You scolded yourself for expecting more from a man who attacked you in an alley, kidnapped you, and was holding you prisoner in his basement. You allowed a moment of silence to pass, during which he curled up and laid his head on your lower tummy.  He looked up at you lovingly. That's what he wants? To take care of you?

“You’re not doing a good job,” you whispered and watched his face fall.  

He looked like he could cry.  You suppressed your satisfaction. He got up on his knees and looked around.  “Yeah,”  he admitted.  “Gimme a minute.”  

He stood up and put on his cardigan. He jogged upstairs, sweater flowing behind him, and came back with a warm washcloth, a blanket, some Advil, and water.  That felt like a decent start - the bar was truly in hell.

“Wanna take good care of ya,” he said as he cleaned his saliva from between your legs. He looked up with desperate eyes and said,  “Teach me.”

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Thank you so much for reading and engaging! there is more vampire Joel. His masterlist is linked at the top of the fic.

If you like vampires: I have  vampire!Michael Myers one-shot here: Michael’s Castle.  Also, @atinylittlepain already had a great vampire!Joel drabble here: little pinch and has a vampire!cowboy AU now!

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[itsshawtyfellas]

Bittersweet

Pairing: Charlie Walker x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ (mature content such as oral, mommy kink, sub!charlie)

A/N: oohh you're gonna love this one y'all 😮‍💨 can you believe I got the idea for this fic out of a porn video💀 enjoy you sluts🩷

Charlie, despite being an overall shy guy, could be a talkative person when he wanted to be, especially when it came to horror movies. As soon as someone else opened their mouths to either ask about a horror movie recommendation or to give their opinion on one, he immediately answered with several suggestions and opinions on classics, not wasting a second to answer – sometimes he would even let his psycho side take over and a give slightly gorey details about the murders on those movies (or about the actual murders he committed).

Same went with you. Whenever the two of you met over at yours or his house to watch a movie, Charlie would almost always suggest a horror one; not that you minded because you didn't since you knew how much he loved the classics – you could say he was a nerd who wouldn't keep his mouth shut about nerdy things.

But this didn't only happen when there were gorey scenes on the TV but also with sexual scenes – not in a way that made him want to fuck but in a way that made him curious, since he was a virgin. Like when you would watch a movie with him and a specific sexual scene would come on and he would instantly turn his head to look at you and ask you questions about that scene and you would answer them and explain the difference between fiction and reality.

Take this moment as an example. He was curious and wanted to understand more and you explained it to him – in the best way possible.

That's why, right now, Charlie was kneeled on the floor, with his big blue eyes looking up at you, hands placed on his thighs, his head tilted back letting you sit almost fully on his face and a mouth full of your cunt, causing his moans and whimpers to be muffled.

Right now he wasn't as talkative and curious as he was being earlier in the day.

But you couldn't focus on that. You could only focus on the way his mouth felt on your pussy, his soft lips kissing and sucking on your clit then letting his tongue lick all over it, along with the way he was looking up at you, like you were the one to paint the sky with beautiful colors and hung up the sun, the moon and the stars – it only turned you on more, making you grip his hair in your fingers.

"Mommy, you taste so good." Charlie said, his main focus being your addicting taste, his hands leaving his thighs to try and hold your waist, only for you to grab his wrists and take them away from you and grabbing his hair even harder.

"Fuck, you're doing so good, Charlie." Your praises only caused his whines and whimpers to be louder as your palms left his wrists and holding on to his head and shoulders with his going back to your hips and buttcheeks, pulling them even closer to his face, almost more than half of it buried on your cunt, licking and sucking all over your slit, not even stopping to breathe as if your taste was the one thing keeping him alive.

"S-So good mommy, so good... please." He begged when you moved your hips even faster than before, feeling a sudden tug in your belly, making you realize your orgasm was approaching.

"F-Fuck... open your mouth and stick your tongue out for me, baby." Charlie didn't even waste a second doing as you said, thriving in your dominant side and letting his tongue leave his mouth, flattening it out and letting you practically ride his face, the hot and wet muscle feeling soft and firm on your pussy making your body shake and your eyes rolling.

Drool was already pooling at the corners of his lips and starting to drip down his chin, then pressing his mouth closer to you as he noticed you were getting closer so he let you take control by letting you grip his brown roots tighter, his nose pressing against your pubic bone; you looked down at him for a few seconds only to see his pupils almost fully dilated and looking up at you and you focused then on the slurping sounds forming from the action, making your orgasm feel like a whole zoo was in your stomach as it hit you strongly.

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A/N: mannn I need to stop taking so long writing and posting my fics bc I KNOW you guys probably hate me already💀 anyways I was feeling feral so I decided to just finish this and post it already so I hope you guys like it😊 enjoy your reading sluts🩷

[myseungsunglove]

A Beautiful Distraction | Ksm

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Word Count: 800

Warnings: fluff, mildly suggestive, language

✎A/N✎: Just some more 2 am musings because Kim Seungmin really is so pretty it’s distracting. I can’t be the only one.

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「© December 19, 2023 by myseungsungheart」

Seungmin pursed his beautiful pink lips into a thin line, blinking slowly, and you were a goner. The next sentences he spoke to Han were lost on you.

You watched the two men talk animatedly in front of the computer in the small studio, and you were one thousand percent distracted. Kim Seungmin was a beautiful distraction.

His soft, plump lips were the best distraction in the world, or worst, depending on the situation. As you watched his mouth move fluently, you could feel the memory of your last kiss lingering sweetly on your lips. You couldn't help but reach up and brush your bottom lip softly as it tingled pleasantly from the thought that you could kiss him any time you wanted.

He’d loved you from the moment he met you all those years ago during your training days. It didn’t matter what was happening, he never failed to put a smile on your face and he couldn’t take his big boba eyes off you. He didn’t always tell you in words that he loved you, but he always showed you.

Your gaze drifted to his cute little nose that he liked to scrunch up when he was slightly embarrassed or just acting cute. You were reminded of the way it felt when he kissed you tenderly, his nose nudging against yours sweetly especially when he deepened a kiss and pressed closer to you.

You watched as his big brown boba eyes flitted back and forth excitedly, his hands waving around wildly, practically stopping your heart, as he brain stormed with Han about the song they were working on. You were pretty sure it was called respirator, but frankly you were the one who was gonna need a respirator because fuck if Kim Seungmin didn’t take your breath away. Seeing him in this creative space with Han who really pushed him to do his best work was nothing short of beautiful. It really was breathtaking.

Then those beautiful eyes of his were on you. His eyebrows lifting gently as he assessed you with a smile, a small chuckle escaping him as his eyes settled on your dazed look.

“That’s a good line, yeah?” Seungmin asked with a mischievous smirk, fully aware of where your mind had been wondering.

You blinked rapidly as the rest of him came into focus, his words pulling you from the haze his face had dragged you into.

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat. “Best line you’ve written so far,” you smiled confidently.

Both boys burst into a chorus of laughter. Seungmin scooted back in his chair and leaned over to where you were seated on the couch and pressed his soft lips against yours.

“Yeah, we weren’t even talking about the lyrics you little liar,” he laughed against your mouth, his eyes locking with yours.

You kissed him again, his taste intoxicating. Each curve of his mouth against yours made you wish you could do nothing but kiss him for the rest of time.

“You’re pretty. It’s distracting,” you said with a shrug.

“I don’t know how you manage,” Seungmin teased, a confident smirk spreading across his face.

You shoved him away with a small huff and a laugh.

“Moment over,” you chuckled, attempting to move away from him.

He dove after you, pinning you against the couch with his hips, pressing himself into you before dipping down and peppering your face with kisses over and over again.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled between kisses, completely lost in you.

Finally his lips found yours and your hands stretched out for him, the pads of your fingers dancing along the nap of his neck, fiddling with the long blonde hair that now lay there, as you sighed into him.

“Thought the moment was over,” he whispered as he moved his assault to your neck, trailing hot, wet kisses along the tender expanse of skin behind your ear and down to your collarbone.

“You win,” you conceded with a low moan, arching into his touch. The way his lips felt against your skin was enough to make your head spin.

Seungmin’s hands danced under your shirt, the gentle ghosting touch from his long, slender fingers setting your skin on fire.

“Wait!” you breathed, catching his thin wrist in your small hand, stopping his hand from moving up further. “Han,” you reminded him as you sat up and looked around the now empty studio. Han was nowhere to be found.

“Good man,” Seungmin chuckled, kissing you deeply once more, his tongue finding yours as a small moan escaped him. “He knows when he’s not needed,” he growled reaching over and clicking the lock before pushing your shirt over your head, a low rumble of appreciation escaping his throat as his eyes fell on your bare chest. The sound vibrated through your body, leaving you hot and needy.

“Mmmhmm,” you agreed as Seungmin grabbed the neck of his white cotton t-shirt and pulled it easily over his head. You reached out to run your fingers over his chest, heat pooling low in your gut as your fingers danced up to his shoulders and pulled him down so that his hot skin was pressed against yours . “You’re all I’ll ever need, Seungie,” you sighed, bringing his lips to yours once more.

Kim Seungmin was the best damn distraction you’d ever encountered and god if you didn’t love him for it.

[tomscumdoll]

Make a story where the reader is an employee, kinda intern, but Tom never cared about but her Even though she has a crush on him and is extremely attractive, he wanted to be ethical and not get involved with her, buuuut one night at a the end of a concert he goes to the dressing room stressed and like... He takes out the stress (inside🫦) her, in a very rough way😝☝🏻

im so sorry this took like a week to make but i did it! please tell me if you like it 😞

Professional

CHARACTERS: 2008 Tom & f!reader

CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT

WARNINGS: oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), that's it

A/N: i finished this at 12:09 am help and i started 2 days ago 😣

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You were part of the stage crew for Tokio Hotel, you know setting up the stage, making sure the mics are on, making sure the light cues were correct. Your job had its pros which were, getting a free concert almost every week, being friends with all the band members, and seeing Tom every day. But it also had its cons which were, staying up late cleaning the stage after a concert, waking up early to start the stage, and seeing Tom everyday.

You had the biggest crush on him and everyone knew. It was pretty obvious. But, Tom had stated he wanted to keep things between him and his employees strictly professional. It broke your heart knowing he didn't want you. But, you fought through the hurt and continued doing your job.

One night before a set, Tom seemed more quiet and irritable than usual. Every small thing you would do he would glare at you and to be honest it was scary but, it kinda turned you on. You went into his dressing room to make sure everything was ready when someone came in and slammed the door. It frightened you and you turned around only to see that it was Tom. He closed the gap between you guys in 3 long strides. You got nervous and flustered.

"Oh, Tom! I was just making sur-" You were cut off by him smashing his lips onto yours. Your eyes widened but you slowly melted into his touch and reciprocated the movements. His strong arms wrapped around your waist as your arms went around his neck. His hands roamed all over body, as he slowly unbuttoned your shirt. One by one. He increasingly got impatient as his fingers fumbled with the buttons and he just ripped your shirt, the sound of buttons hitting the ground filled the room. His eyes raked over your body like you were his prey. He took your bottom lip in between his teeth and tugged, a shiver of pain and pleasure ran through your body.

He released your bottom lip and picked you up and threw you on the couch that was in there. You let out a slight yelp as you landed, and looked up at him with those submissive eyes of yours, biting your lip, already dripping wet for him. He looked down at you with a devilish smirk, his eyes filled with lust and desire for you. He leaned down, his eyes never leaving yours, your nose touching his, and he spoke in this lust filled voice that almost sent you over the edge. He said,

"I'm gonna fuck your little brains out."

That one sentence alone made you want bend over for him and let him do whatever he wants but, you had to be patient. He pressed his lips against yours, a little more gently this time. He gently pushed you against the back of the couch, his big hand running up your thighs to the hem of your pants, gently tugging and tugging until he had the pooled around your ankles. He pulled away from your lips, and went down, closer and closer to your dripping wet entrance. Your eyes followed him, your lip hurting from how much you were biting it. Those eyes, goddammit, those beautiful brown chocolate eyes. So beautiful yet, so dangerous. He was so alluring, you couldn't help it! Your thoughts were interrupted by his ministrations, your fingers tangled in his dreads, pulling them gently, head falling back against the couch, soft moans escaping your lips.

His tongue, plus the feeling of his lip ring, lapping up your juices almost sent you over the edge right then and there. Your moans increasingly got louder and louder with each stroke. He removed his mouth and you let out a soft whine, a pang of disappointment went through your chest, not wanting him to stop.

"W-Why'd you stop..?" You whispered breathlessly, looking down at him through the lust filled haze.

"So that I can do this." He said lowly, his voice husky. Before you could even process the words, there's two fingers inside you. You let out cry of pleasure, loud enough that people in the fucking arena could here you. Tom was watching your face contort into one of pleasure with a smug look on his face. The movements of fingers plunging in and out of you was too much. Your eyes squeezed shut each time you cried, closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. As his fingers plunged into, you came all over his fingers, letting out a loud moan.

He gently removed his fingers from you, licking the white liquid of his fingers. He gently got off the floor and looked at you with a more softer looked and kissed you way more softer this time. He pulled you close to his chest, his fingers tangling in your hair. As you guys kissed, there was knock on the door.

"Tom! You're on in 15! Hurry!" The voice yelled behind the door, you realized it was the stage manager and your boss. He would be pissed if he found you guys like this. You guys pulled away from each other and scrambled to get up. Your shirt was ruined and you were left in your shorts. Tom quickly gave you one of his shirts and you threw it on, you fixed your hair and made sure you don't look at hot mess. You both walked out there, looking down at the floor. Tom walked right pass the stage manager and went to go get ready while you stood next to him awkwardly. Your boss glared at you and just looked at the stage when he went on. In the middle of set, he looked to the left wing where you were and winked. You blew a kiss and he blew one back.

Best. Night. Ever.

[peachyafterhours]

Operation Chow Down

Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies)/Wade Wilson

Tags- alternate universe, genderbent (I hate those words cause to me they aren't like,, girls, they're just poolverine and also lesbians... But I digress), ns/fw, eating out, they both use she/her

Summary- literally just Wade riding Logan's face and Logan being in love with her lmao

Logan had been a soldier for almost her entire life. 200 years of taking orders and executing them with the best of her abilities. Training, day in and day out to be the best of the best. Completing missions and tasks with ease. And yet there was one task she had never been more dedicated to...

She focused on the task at hand. Licking slowly up and down Wilson's folds. Holding on to her textured, taught thighs as Wade rode her face within an inch of her life. Nothing on but a pair of mismatched hello kitty socks. Meanwhile Logan still had on her white tank top and ratty old blue jeans she got from Walmart 30 years ago.

They were in their own bed, in their own apartment. Thank. God. Logan couldn't imagine fucking on that creaky old pull out couch at Al's place anymore. She was grateful for the bed even as Wade ran her fucking mouth, as if Logan didn't have her tongue in her hole as deep as it could go and her clit grinding on Logan's arched nose.

"Fuck Logi bear, you were- fucking made for this weren't you... Ah shit-" Wade's hips stuttered as Logan moaned and licked up her folds. "My beautiful sweet pookie shnookie- Ah fucking fuck!" Never in Logan's life had she been this turned on by praise or pet names or any of that bullshit. Not just the dirty talk but someone telling her that she belonged. That she mattered. That she was loved... And God did she love Wade; just as Wade loved her.

Of course she didn't say this. There would be time for that later. She just kept focusing on giving Wade the best damn orgasm of her life. Logan could tell she was getting close by the way she shook, her legs tiring from holding up her body weight while simultaneously being pleasured by Logan's mouth.

She slowly brought her tongue out of her pussy, shivering as they both let out deep moans. Logan looked up to Wade's face, and God if she doesn't get more beautiful every time the older woman sees her. The cancer and experiment had taken away her hair and lashes, unlike Logan who was covered head to toe in thick brown hair from her cropped locs to her armpits and chest. The differences between them made her love the merc even more, especially in moments like these... Chest to heaving chest and skin to skin.

Wilson's big brown eyes were now boring into her whispering, "Logan... Please-" but before she could finish Logan was on her clit in a millisecond. Licking and sucking, going as fast as she could.

"Fucking hell- shit! Lo- AH FUCK-" she trailed off into a series of high-pitched moans as Logan licked her through her orgasm, groaning at the extra wetness she felt coating her lips and tongue. As Wade came down from the high (and her face) Logan helped her lay on mattress, guiding her head towards the pillow.

"You okay, princess?" Logan asked, worried that she had done too much.

"Okay?! I'm fucking fantastic. Don't worry your pretty little dommy mommy head about it."

Logan just rolled her eyes as she got into position to be cuddled. She always preferred being little spoon. Though she would never say that out loud, both she and Wade knew this to be true.

After a few minutes of shuffling, Wade slung and arm and leg around her from behind. As Logan started to drift to sleep with nothing but sounds of quiet mingled breaths, she heard her partner whisper.

"I love you..."

She smiled softly.

"I love you too."

[lutorao]

Luffy was drunk after banquet on Zou , Nami asked them to use Laws power and bring the map , law and luffy left entire crew and walked up to shore of the Zuneisha , so law could use his ability easily, he grabbed luffy and moved themselves on deck of the Sunny. luffy was really drunk and was lazy to find some map so he laid down on the deck and start staring at the sky , there was roar of the ocean and stars in the moonlit sky , they were far from anyone.

"Torao c'mon look at the sky it is beautiful isn't it? "

law was looking down at luffy

"yeah it is " he smiled softly "beautiful, cute and annoying sometimes "

"heehh?! how stars can be annoying are you drunk too??"

"maybe "

" but you didn't drink that much?"

"hm how do you know , were you watching me? "

"no"

"tsk..you are terrible liar "

"Torao"

"hm?"

"What kind of person he was , who saved your life?" What was his name?"

"Corazon, he was really great person ,He even saved the life of a coward like me"

"Hey stop talking about yourself like that you aint coward, you are really smart unlike me shiahishi"

" Torao do you think Ace would be proud of me, is he watching us from sky?"

" yea i think so "

" Corazon would be proud of you too shishishi "

"noo.....theres no way ....tsk .... I could not even take revenge and i left everything to you, this is shame for captain "

luffy felt how laws voice was trembling, sat up in front of him, turned laws face towards him, wiped the tears from his face and cupped his face. their eyes met, law felt how luffys face was close to him and with this action his heart began pounding like a hell he could hear his heart beating, cheeks start flushing

"you have really beautiful eyes Torao"

"you think so?"

"yeah" he mumbled

luffy felt the desire to kiss him how sprout up inside him , he was hesitating didn't know what to do, law realized this but was waiting to Luffy's next move, wondering what he was up to.

shit said luffy and kissed him, laws eyes widened

"Torao... um ... um sorry " he said with trembling voice

they locked eyes, and luffy felt his nerves intensity , while law was captivated by luffy's cuteness -those big , sparkling brown eyes,long lashes , small nose and soft pink lips . Lately , law had struggled to keep himself in check; jealousy, desire, anger, lust, passion, obsession-all these emotions that luffy stirred within him were driving him mad.

He kept reminding himself that they would soon be enemies , that it was pointless to feel this way , but now , with those pleading eyes gazing up at him, it was becoming harder to resist ; begging him to be touched, to be kissed, pleasured, he couldn't resist, he could never resist those eyes, even if they ever asked him to destroy the whole world he would do it without hesitation.

" fuck it ... you are really trouble for me mugiwara-ya "

law grabbed luffy by his neck and crashed his lips against luffy's in heated rush. Luffy responded by wrapping his arms around Law, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, sweet and wet. Law guided luffy down to the deck, positioning himself over him as they continued to kiss, their tongues entwining in a fervent dance. blurred their minds, leaving them lost everything except each other

"Luffy..." Law's voice was barely above a whisper, strained with the weight of his emotions. His thumb lightly traced the curve of Luffy's jaw, his touch tender but filled with a restrained intensity. "I..."

Before he could finish his thought, he leaned in, driven by an irresistible urge. His lips brushed against Luffy's, this time with a deeper, more passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of all the things he couldn't put into words—the jealousy, the desire, the frustration, and most of all, the undeniable pull he felt toward Luffy.

Luffy responded instinctively, his hands reaching up to grasp Law's arms, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, becoming a powerful exchange of emotions. Every touch, every caress was charged with the intensity of their feelings, and for a few precious moments, the world outside ceased to exist.

When they finally broke apart, their breaths mingling in the cool night air, Law's forehead rested gently against Luffy's. Both of them were breathless, their faces flushed with a mix of passion and vulnerability. Law's eyes, usually so controlled, were now full of raw emotion as he looked into Luffy's.

" we have to go mugiwara-ya " he said breathlessly

" yeah .. we have .." luffy could barely control his breath as law "or maybe it can be wait a little"

"a little .... it can be wait a little"

" just a few minutes "

" a few minutes"

their lips met again, he traveled his hand under luffy's shirt and grabbed his waist , he noticed how luffy's body trembled on his touch , "so its your weak spot huh ?! " law thought, he felt little captains warm body , his kiss moved on Luffys neck and left a little marks ,he kissed his chest up and down, luffy was gasping trying to find air for breath

[fartlovingblkguy69]

Aromatherapy (Continuing a Story from Nifty.org)

A link to the story I'm continuing: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/aromatherapy

Part 1

I waited 10 minutes before leaving. I was shaking with anticipation. i had never been so excited in my whole life. He was already pulled around waiting in a 2018 GMC Sierra Crew Cab. "Get in. This isn't a free ride by the way. You can either give me gas money or get down there and sniff my gas. It's a 30 minute drive, maybe longer since it's about to be rush hour. Your choice". There wasn't even a question. I quickly climbed in the passenger side and laid down while he rose up and lowered his basketball shorts. He was wearing stained gray boxer briefs with a wet stain on the back and a big golden brown streak going up the crack. They smelled like a sweaty toilet seat. He quickly sat down and ground his fat ass around my face until my nose was right in the middle of his crack. He reached back, spreading his cheeks and pressing down until my nose was pushing the dirty undies into his hole and his ass enveloped my face. "Ah, that's it. Your nose feels great in my nasty hole. I'm still sweaty from that sauna and I just took the most massive shit so your nose is going to have to scratch that itch." He ground his ass on my face some more as we pulled out of the parking lot. We stopped at every red light on the way to the highway. It took 45 minutes to get to his place. I could smell the fresh shit around his hairy hole and he kept letting out the worst SBDs the whole way laughing each time and rubbing it in on my nose. Finally we got there and he pulled up his shorts and got out. I sat up and made my way out as well. The house was huge and there were 3 other vehicles in the driveway, 2 SUVs and another pickup. We made our way inside and he took me straight to the living room. "I'm hungry so I'm going to make myself something to eat. Get down on the floor with your head in that seat over there and I'll be back" pointing to the comfy chair in the corner. I quickly obeyed and was waiting quietly in the dark when suddenly this handsome young man walked in texting on his iPhone Xr. He had on only a jockstrap that was bulging. He looked to be about 25 maybe and he had a perfect amount of muscle, nice arms, legs, firm pecs, with a little bit of a chiseled but bloated belly and a nice happy trail. He launched himself ass first into the chair I had my face waiting in and oh boy was it a nice one. Nice smooth golden cheeks with a very hairy crack that smelled like a long day with several unshowered before it. Once he had sat down he quickly realized there was something under him but instead of getting up he just farted loudly and wetly. PRRRBBBBBBTTTTTT. "Ah. That felt good. I don't smell a thing. Pops must have gotten a new fart cushion. Awesome! Especially after all those burritos had for lunch. The cheese and beans is really fucking my stomach up." He sat on my face for 10 minutes letting let out several sbds and loud wet releases while rubbing his sexy belly and really ground his wet hole into my face before spreading his cheeks to let out a huge shart. SSSSSSRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT. My nose was sprayed with hot air and speckles of shit "Whew that was nasty. Think I felt a little shit come out on that one. Pops will have a fit if I stained his favorite chair! He might even make me his fart cushion again! Definitely don't need that torture!" He shot up and turned around bending down to make sure he hadn't made a mess of the seat. While he did I got to see more of his handsome face. He had a perfect chiseled jaw, beautiful mischievous eyes, and a thin, long nose (think Daniel Croix with green eyes). I licked my lips as he finally got to inspecting me. "Nice. It all went on you huh, cutie? Well plenty more where that came from" He said with a chuckle. He let out a bubbling fart into the air and sniffed. "Damn that's ripe. Why don't you open that pretty mouth for me this time just to be safe. I'll try not to take a dump in it". I shuddered at the thought as I'm not into that at all. He kindly wiped my face off looking down at me with a glint in his eye. I did as he said as he turned around and spread that perfect ass open.

[sweetprfct]

Champagne Problems

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: When one door closes, one door opens.

Author's Note: Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift with an extended perspective.

Wordcount: 3.2K

The train was quiet and still. People were in their own little worlds, their headphones in their ears, their nose stuck in a book, or some were asleep. The city blurred in front of Joe’s eyes as he sat at the window seat of the train. Coat wrapped around his body as if it was something that could protect him from the events of today. As if it could help drown the emotions that were washing over him at the moment. His leg shook anxiously as he held up his fingers and the edges of his teeth found his nails. 

He felt numb.

He didn’t really know what to think or feel. He didn’t really expect it at all because this wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear at all, but he did. He watched her stand there in front of his entire family and friends, a small embarrassed smile tugged on her lips as he waited for her answer. 

Joe let out a sigh, letting his eyes wander around the train. Just a few more minutes until he was back in the city. Back home where he felt safe. Though, he wasn’t sure if he would feel that way, knowing that she wouldn’t be there waiting for him anymore. His left hand found the inside of his coat pocket and there it was:

The box. 

The velvety small red box that he had been playing in his hand all month long, trying to figure out what to say or do once he opened it. Looking at the red velvet box, he knew that everything would change the moment he opened it. He just didn’t expect that it would change in the worst way possible. Joe had planned this for a year now. He was ready. He even was able to gather his whole family and joined in with the plan. 

“Oh, darling.” Joe’s mother gave him those big wet brown eyes of hers. “I have something better for you to give to her.” 

Joe had traveled back to his parents’ home that weekend to tell them the news. To tell them the decision he had made. To tell them that he was ready to start his own life with her. 

Joe’s mum got up from the sofa and speed walked towards her bedroom before coming back with that red velvet box. Inside was his grandmother’s engagement ring when Joe’s grandfather proposed to her. It was beautiful. Not too big nor too small. It was just right. Joe thought it would fit her perfectly, and he didn’t hesitate to thank his mum for it. 

“It’s perfect.” Joe smiled. 

“I know she’s going to love it.” His mum replied. 

For months, Joe had kept that red velvet box inside his desk drawer where he knew she wouldn’t be able to find it. Joe thought the relationship was going well. He thought even through the rough times, they would always find a way back to each other. They would always find a way to solve the problem, so what happened? How come all of a sudden, everything had fallen into pieces? 

“I’m sorry.” She had told him. 

Joe was on his one knee still, a smile tugging on his lips, and the box in his hand. His cousin had already popped the champagne before she could even answer him because they thought there was no other answer, right? They were perfect together, right?

“Joe…” She sighed, her eyes scanning the room as she felt her cheeks burned from embarrassment. 

“What is it?” Joe’s smile slowly faded as he got up from his position. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think this is the right time.” She whispered, turning their backs from his family. “I’m not ready for this.” 

Joe felt his heart shattered into a million pieces. His family also knew what was going on without an explanation. They saw it all. They saw her expression. They heard her answer and somehow, Joe suddenly felt embarrassed by what just happened. Walking out the backdoor of the house, he followed behind her as he waited for more explanation.

“We knew this wasn’t working out.” She shook her head. 

“I…” Joe knitted his brows. “I don’t understand.”

“I know, but I’m sorry. This should have ended a long time ago.” 

That was it. 

She didn’t say anything else before grabbing her coat, whispered apologies to Joe’s family and friends and out the door. Joe stood there frozen by the kitchen doorway, the box still in his hand, and he felt defeated as he watched her walk away. She dropped him like a champagne glass and left his shattered pieces on the floor like he was nothing. He felt his mum comforted him as he saw everyone’s faces had that expression where they really didn’t know what to say to him. 

Because what could they really say after all this?

“What a shame.” Joe’s aunt’s voice echoed in his head. “She would have made a lovely bride.”

More like a runaway bride.

He wrapped his hand around the velvet box in his pocket and gripped it tightly. He wasn’t sure why he still had it. He wasn’t sure what to do with it anymore because what was the point now? As the train finally stopped, Joe quietly followed the crowd out the doors. He wasn’t sure if the silence inside the train was worse than the bustling crowd that was in the station. Either way, it was making him feel frustrated and angry.

He just wanted to scream. 

Joe didn’t want to go home so instead, he opted to go to the pub right by his flat. Maybe a couple pints of beer could get him to sleep tonight if he had enough of it. Entering the crowded pub, he headed towards the bar. He immediately ordered himself a pint and settled into one of the stools. He let his mind wander again towards the memories of them together. All the happy ones and all the times that they fought. Maybe it was just the matter of time that she was going to get tired of him. 

Joe wasn’t surprised anymore. He was a fucking mess. 

An actor, who traveled all the time for work. No one could understand that. No one was able to handle that, and he couldn’t blame her for it because he knew his job wasn’t easy. It wasn’t a normal 9-5, Mondays to Fridays. It was hectic, always in the spotlight and full of different strangers trying to dip their opinions on every move he made. 

“Deep thoughts?” 

Joe’s thoughts were interrupted as he gazed up and saw you. 

A playful smile tugging on your lips and a pint of beer in your hand. You were in a wool coat, nice trousers and a button up shirt. You just left the office and decided that a little drink wouldn’t hurt after a long week. It was a Friday after all, right?

Silence.

Joe didn’t reply to your question as he sipped his drink, but you seemed to be interested in this curly haired, sad man in front of you. 

“You know sometimes…” You added, leaning a bit forward. “They said it’s better to vent to strangers because then, you don’t have to see them after that.”

“Is that so?” Joe finally answered.

You let out a fake gasp, a smile plastered on your face. “Oh, he speaks.”

“He doesn’t speak.” Joe argued. “He also apparently doesn’t know how to propose.”

Joe couldn’t help but think that maybe you were right. It was better to rant to a stranger because London was a big enough city for you two to not run into each other again. Plus, if he kept everything in, he might just finally explode. 

“Oh.” You pout your lips. “She said no?”

“Not ready, she said.” Joe replied.

You nodded your head and took a sip of your drink before saying, “How long?”

“Five years.”

That answer got Joe gulping on the rest of his beer until the glass was empty because five years. Five years, and she wasn’t ready? Maybe he was the problem, and she just couldn’t say it to his face. 

“I’m sorry.” You tutted softly and ordered Joe another drink. “Here… looks like you need more of it.”

You slid the pint of beer towards him. For a moment, Joe stared at the glass in front of him and then his big wet brown eyes gazed up at you. Why were you being so nice to him? Why did you even care about what was happening to him? You were nothing but a stranger, but he couldn’t help but feel comfort in your caring. After all, he had a long day.

An embarrassing one.

“So…” You leaned your chin against the palm of your hand, your eyes sparkling with interest. “Tell me every detail.”

It wasn’t that Joe minded that a stranger was so interested in his personal life because being an actor, everyone seems to be so interested in that anyway. It was just that you seem different. You seem to genuinely want to know and be there for him. He wasn’t sure if it was your brown eyes staring into his or the aura that you were giving out, but he didn’t hesitate to start explaining everything that happened. The whole time, you never interrupted. You never tried to cut him off nor looked bored from all the venting that he started to do. You sat there and actually listened. 

It was in the middle of Joe’s venting where he paused for a moment and realized something. Maybe she was right. Maybe the relationship wasn’t working out because he just now realized that not once has she ever listened to him like this. Just let him vent about his day and be there for him. She never did that. Joe was always the one who tried to be there for her and did the effort in the relationship. She never did. 

“What is it?” You asked the moment Joe paused. 

“I—” He shook his head, taking a sip of his drink.

“C’mon, you already told me everything. You can’t stop now.” You chuckled softly. 

“I just realized something…”

You raised your brow, waiting for him to continue. 

“I just realized she never listened to me.” He murmured. “It was always about her. It was always about her never getting what she wanted and how she was never happy with anything.”

You hummed softly. “Sounds like a brat.” You teased.

Joe couldn’t help but smile and laugh softly at your little comment, but he saw how your eyes widened after those words slipped out of your lips. 

“I…I’m sorry…” You stuttered. “I didn’t mean it that way.” 

“No.” Joe laughed. “She was a brat. I agree.” 

You bit your lower lip as you laughed with him. It was the first time you saw him smile the whole night. The sound of his laughter was like music to your ears, and you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself that you were able to atleast make him smile and laugh. 

“She was spoiled.” Joe added. “She would throw tantrums whenever she didn’t get what she wanted.”

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head. “And you wanted to marry this child?”

Another joke, another laughter slipped out of Joe. He continued to rant about this woman, and you listened. Another drink was ordered and another laughter slipped out of him as you told him another joke. You didn’t even know this man’s name in front of you, but you liked listening to him. 

Be there for him. 

It was like you two just clicked right away. 

Later that night, Joe had asked you if you wanted to join him outside for a smoke break. You didn’t really smoke, but you went out there with him anyway. You leaned your back against the brick wall, your eyes scanning the empty streets of London as Joe did his thing. You didn’t say one word. You just pulled your coat closer to your chest and gazed up at the starry night sky. 

“I’m Joe, by the way.” He finally introduced himself as he put out his cigarette. 

You introduced yourself to him, and you realized you weren’t strangers anymore. You knew his name. You kept remembering the comment you made to him earlier this evening. How it was better to vent to a stranger because you might never see them again but now, you knew each other’s name. You knew half of his story. 

“What’s your story?” Joe asked, leaning against the brick wall next to you. 

“My story?” You laughed softly. “It’s boring.”

You turned to see Joe staring at you, waiting for you to answer his question. You let out a sigh and turned your body so that you were facing him. Your left shoulder leaning against the brick wall now. 

“Got a big sister, but she lives outside the city. Parents are divorced, I live down the street in a small flat, and I work in a bio lab office.”

“So, you’re a scientist?” Joe smiled.

You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head. “I’m far from that. I just do the paperwork.”

Joe hummed softly. “It definitely sounds boring.” 

You chuckled softly, nudging him with your shoulder softly as you both started walking down the street. Your eyes went back to where Joe’s hand was. Inside his coat pocket again. You have noticed it all night, but you never asked or said anything about how his hand would sometimes slip inside that right pocket, but you knew what it was. You knew what was in there.

“Can I see it?” You finally asked. 

Joe paused in his tracks, another surprise that he noticed about you tonight. You tend to read his mind so well. He didn’t have to ask what you were talking about. Instead, he slipped that red velvet box out of his pocket and handed it to you. Grabbing the box from the palm of his hand, you opened it and gasped softly.

It was stunning. 

“Wow.” You whispered, staring at the shiny ring. 

“It was my grandmother’s.” Joe muttered, his eyes found his feet on the ground. 

“It’s beautiful.” You handed the box back to him. “It deserves to be in the hand of someone that truly loves you.” 

Joe nodded his head and played with the box in his hand again.

“It does.” You smiled, setting your hand over his. “I know it hurts right now, but you will find someone deserving of your love. Someone who would understand every corner of your mind. Someone who would appreciate your efforts and understand that you also have your own career and life. Someone who understands that you are able to balance that.”

Joe’s chocolate button eyes stared into your brown ones for a moment. How were you this wise over these kinds of situations? How were you able to find the right words all the time? How were you able to understand him this much? Joe was with her for five years, and she never was able to understand him. 

“How do you know how to say the right words all the time?” Joe laughed softly. 

“Imagine having to work with the person that left you after four years. After you promised each other that there was no one else.” You said. “Seeing him everyday is like a reminder of what happened. A reminder of the things you two had built together, and it was shattered into a million pieces in just a second. Seeing him be happy with someone else, while you sat there frozen.”  

Joe shook his head. “And you can’t just move into a different job?”

You shrugged and laughed. “I’m petty.” You joked. “But moving out of the job that I love just because of him? That wasn’t going to be enough reason, especially after all the hard work I have put into that career.” 

Joe nodded his head in understanding as you shrugged and smiled at him. “You get wiser though.”

“Well, after our talk tonight, I definitely realized a few things.” Joe gave you a warm smile. 

You smiled and stopped in front of your front steps. “Well, this is me.” 

Joe gazed up to your flat building and back down at you. “Thank you for tonight. Really.”

“You know sometimes, when one door closes, one door opens. They’re never all closed. Sometimes we just don’t see that.” You stated. 

Joe’s eyes scanned you, and he couldn’t help but admire you so much. How smart and confident you were after everything. After having to still even see your ex everyday, you were still very positive about everything. He didn’t even know what he was going to do next after everything. How was he able to go home tonight and get used to the fact that she wasn’t going to be there anymore? 

But you standing there in front of him, another feeling had washed over him. 

Hope. 

Hope that he will be able to get up and move on from this. Seeing you stand in front of him and realizing that you were the one who was able to go through every corner of his dark mind tonight and was still able to stand here in front of him and look at him the same was giving him a different feeling. How could a person that he just met in just a night knew him better than the person he was with for five years? 

Maybe she was right. Joe thought again. 

“You’ll find something real.” He heard her voice echoed through his mind again. 

Maybe she was right. Maybe this was meant to happen.

You watched as Joe stepped closer to you, your breath stopping for a moment. His eyes never left yours and both of your faces only were a few inches far from each other. Your fingers had found the collar of his shirt, gently rubbing the fabric of it. 

“Joe…” You whispered, breath hitching. “I don’t think this is a wise idea after everything.”

Joe bit his lower lip and nodded his head. “Thank you.” He whispered before stepping away from you. 

You gave him a small smile and said, “How about coffee tomorrow?”

“I’d like that.” Joe replied. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” You smiled, taking your keys out of your purse. 

You watched Joe walk down your steps and before he could get any further, you exhaled sharply. 

“Joe!” You called out. 

He immediately stopped and turned to you as you ran down the steps with a big smile on your face. You gently leaned in towards him, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. 

“Goodnight.” You whispered before running back to your front door and finally unlocking the door. 

“Goodnight.” Joe smiled, murmuring under his breath. 

He watched you close the door behind you, a small smile tugging on his face. For a moment, he thought about how shitty his day was but then, he also thought about tonight. He may have to come home to an empty flat tonight and feel every emotion wash over him all over again, but he also found that hope in your sparkling eyes tonight. 

As he slid his hands inside his coat pocket, he felt that velvet box again. He gripped it with his hand for a moment and exhaled sharply. 

One day, he knew that this would belong to someone who truly deserved it. Looking over his shoulder, he looked back at your front door and smiled as your voice echoed in his head. 

When one door closes, one door opens. 

The End.

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[yunoclips]

Umm..Hello, I'm new to ur blog n loves ur work.❤️😩 can you pleaseeee do a sub jeno or sub haechan? With mommy kink? Plz n thank you 🥺❤️

Thank you for the kind words <3 , Sub!Haechan coming right up !

The sunset was creeping through your window. Shining on your face , leaving your skin glowing. Pleasure coursed through your veins as you rested your body on the mattress. Your boyfriend Haechan was between your thighs. He had been lapping his wet, heavy tongue on your sopping cunt for the past 5 minutes.

His mind was going fuzzy , he felt drunk off the taste of you. You rest a hand on his head and softly run your fingers through his fluffy hair. He looks up at you with those beautiful , big brown eyes. When he feels your hand on his head , his head tingles with feelings he can't describe.

When he pulls up, his face is wet. Lips glistening , cheeks sticky. His chin was covered in all of your sweet essence.

"Am I a good boy mommy?" His words are slurred together. A dopey smile painting his face.

"You're a really good boy. Making mommy feel good, you're the best." You look at him with pure admiration. He was so good for you , always making sure you felt good. You had came home stressed after a long day of work. Haechan was right there for you with open arms and an opened mouth.

"Mommy loves you haechannie. G'nna be a good boy and make me cum ?"

He nods feverently and instantly plunges his head back between your thighs. Alternating between slow wet licking and deep sucking. His nose is resting near the top of your cunt, every time he moves his head down it bumps the top of your clit.

He continues to eat you out with such passion. Bringing you multiple mind numbing orgasms. His cock painfully hard in his pants , a wet patch forming at the center. Forehead covered in a light sheen of sweat , eyes starting flutter closed. He was in nirvana. You were his nirvana.

The feeling of overstimulation started to set in. By now haechan was falling asleep in between your thighs , almost like kissing your cunt was therapeutic to him. His head was becoming heavy , now resting it on your thigh. He didn't let up.

Lapping at your cunt even on the verge of falling asleep. The sun was starting to completely fade and so was his conscious.

Deciding that it was enough, you place both your hands on his head and lift his head up. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were shut. You get up from your position on the bed and drag his body up so his head can rest on the pillow.

Before you can make any further movements his hands wrap around your waist and he places his head on your shoulder.

"Did I make you feel good ?"

"Yes baby, you were perfect. You are perfect."

[radiant-reid]

Cate the hormone monster craves a blurb where Spencers eating the reader out like it's his last meal

Spencer's lips travel down your naval, sucking gently on your skin and leaving warm, wet spots. Each time he sneaks his tongue past his lips, you grip tighter at his hair. Those beautiful chocolate brown curls get messier and messier as you run your hand through them, trying to get his face further down where your burning heat waits for him.

He doesn't make you wait or beg. Not when he needs this as much as you do. His teeth graze against the skin of your inner thighs, and you whimper at the pleasing sharpness.

Lifting your hips up, you shuffle closer to his face, feeling his smirk, although you can't see it.

Your breath picks up at his first sigh, right against your naked core, and your heart races when his tongue peeks out and tastes you.

He looks hot, a mess of curls, and those big brown eyes peering up at you occasionally. His tongue traces a firmer strip that time, making your breath hitch.

"Tastes like heaven." He mumbles, diving back in again to push his tongue against your walls experimentally.

"Feels like heaven." You joke, finishing your sentence with a moan. You can feel the texture of his tongue against you, firmer with each taste he takes.

He slides his tongue into your dripping hole, knowing what it does to you, and you grip the sheets and arch your back. The warmth of his tongue contrasts your heat, and it's the best feeling in the world.

Spencer doubles down on his efforts, lips getting firmer and tongue getting more direct in its direction inside you, his nose nudging at your clit every time. He has you in total bliss quickly, squirming against the sheets as you grip his head with your thighs to stop the pleasure from going away.

"Fuck, Spence, don't stop." You beg, quickly being built up to your orgasm by his skilled mouth.

He knows saying something would be considered stopping, so he doesn't.

He switches from thrusting his tongue inside you when he can tell you're close and wraps his lips around your clit with perfected pressure.

You see stars, then, your vision turning white as you cum on his face, softly grinding against him to ride it out. He doesn't stop until you're panting, wriggling from the overstimulation while he laps up everything he can.

You cup his beautiful face when he comes up, feeling how wet his lips and chin are with your cum. "Holy shit." You say, chest still rising and falling more than usual.

Spencer leans up over you, connecting your lips so you can taste yourself in his mouth. "My favorite taste." He hums against your lips when he pulls back, smiling contently.

"My favorite way to wake up." You remind him, grinning back.