#REALLY PROUD OF THE SECOND FILTH !!!!!!!!!!

[rolex-kaard]

ok. more of them

[lazysoulwriter]

eyes on her. - pedro pascal.

requested! thank you. ♡ content: Pedro x actress!reader, red carpet setting, public relationship, established couple, soft obsession, internet thirst, proud boyfriend energy, fluff with intense sexual tension.

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It wasn’t their first red carpet together — but it was the first one where your name was in bold letters on the marquee behind you.

Your movie. Your moment.

Pedro had offered to let you walk alone, give you the full spotlight. He knew how hard you’d worked for it. But the second he saw you step out of the car in that dress — elegant, backless, sculpted to perfection — any idea of playing it cool went right out the damn window.

You posed with confidence. Poised, graceful, your smile soft but powerful. A woman completely in her element.

And Pedro? Pedro stood just off to the side, jaw slack, pupils dilated, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek like he was holding back a feral groan.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath.

You glanced at him, already laughing. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t,” he whispered, hand reaching for your waist as you turned for another round of photos. “You look like a fucking goddess.”

The flashbulbs were relentless. You turned and smiled, did the practiced poses, but every few seconds your eyes flicked to him — and he was still staring. Devouring. Like he couldn’t believe you were real. His hand hovered at the small of your back the whole time, barely touching, just enough to make you feel grounded.

Someone in the crowd shouted, “Pedro! Look at her like you love her!”

He didn’t even blink. “I do.”

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The photos hit Twitter within minutes. And the internet did not survive.

📸 Pedro Pascal at the [movie title] premiere, looking at his girlfriend like he wants to frame her and hang her in the Louvre. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

“He’s not looking at her. He’s worshiping her.” “I’m sorry but if my man doesn’t look at me like Pedro looks at her, I don’t want it.” “Pedro Pascal stans HER and I stan HIM for that.” “You just know he was whispering filth in her ear between shots.”

You didn’t even open the full feed — just scrolled past enough to blush and toss your phone facedown on the hotel bed. Pedro caught a glimpse over your shoulder and smirked.

“Internet’s losing it, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “They think you’re obsessed with me.”

He stepped behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, voice rough at your ear.

“They’re right.”

And when you turned to kiss him, hands tugging at the lapels of his suit, you knew — for all the flashing lights and all the eyes on you — his were the only ones that ever really mattered.

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

[tan1shere]

Bite It Lick it Spit It

Billie Eilish x female reader

A/n: I don't think I need to say anything here lovelies, enjoy !!

Summary: Billie is excited to show you this new song shes featured in, reciting her lyrics to you. Until she's recreating them on you.

Warnings: smut, mdni ! Spit ?? Eating out, strap usage, orgasm denial, squirting !! Think that's it <3

Masterlist ... extra ;)

"Babyyy."

You hear your girlfriend say, coming into the bedroom you both shared. She had her phone in hand, obviously about to show you something.

"Everything alright?" You ask setting your book down. It was currently 7 pm, she had been in the small studio downstairs. Working away on something. "More than alright. I want to show you what I have so far on this remix I'm doing." You smile at her as she sits beside you on the bed, excited to hear this. You always loved listening to the songs she'd make or was in. And you were so incredibly proud that this was going to be with another big star.

'Don’t have to guess the color of your underwear

Already know what you’ve got goin’ on down there'

She chants and you smile just enjoying listening to the lyrics.

'It’s that lacy black pair with the little bows'

That reminds you of a pair you own.

Wait...

'The ones I picked out for you in Tokyo'

Now she has your full attention. Sure you were listening to the lyrics beforehand, but now you're really listening. Her eyes were still on her phone, reading off the lyrics. Until her eyes met yours.

'I saw them when you sat down, they were peekin’ out'

Did she really write this about you? You had a pair of underwear exactly like the one she's talking about, you wore them alot actually. They were your favorite. Especially when she mentioned Tokyo. That was incredibly specific as that's where the pair was from. She had bought them for you as a gift when you traveled there for your birthday last year. Both yours and Billies eyes lock onto one another's. But she didn't stop there, keeping that eye contact alive.

'I'm gonna tell you right now, they're all I'm thinkin' about'

"True." She then whispers. Your brows furrow, feeling nervous at the insanity of this moment. Her eyes bore into your own, making you shift a little bit. Your eyes avert her lustful ones.

'I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it. Pull it to the side and get all up in it'

You hadn't even realized she sat her phone down on her bedside table, and was inching closer to your body. "You wanna guess who that song is about." She speaks softly into your ear. You gulp, her voice delicate. Holding such filth at the same time. You don't answer for a second, trying to gain your composure. "Me....?" You question. She only smirks and let's out a small hum. Her body moves to hover over your own, instantly leaning down to kiss you. "I saw a photo of you on my phone from a year ago today. And that's what inspired me." She mumbles against the skin of your neck, as her kisses move all over the place. "Your crossed legs, in that skirt." You swallow thickly. Remembering that photo. You had your arms up in the air, sitting on a random beautiful fountain.

"That's why I mentioned how the straps were peaking out.. those baby pink bows." She bites down on your neck, making a gasp escape your lips. Your eyes shut in instinct as she continues on. "'Kiss it, bite it, can I fit it?'" The only thing you manage to get out was. "Fuck me."

She glady took that offer. Making her way down your body, getting to her destination. She pulls the pair to the side. "Wish it was the black ones." She trails off, slowly revealing your wet, sticky folds to her. Her eyes becoming drowsy, full of desire for you. She bit her lips slightly, grabbing the underwear by the top. And pulling them down, off your body, discarding them somewhere. Her favorite thing, on display for her. She had to admire for a little bit. But that just made you grow impatient. "Billie-" "shhh." She says, as her finger comes close to your puffy heat. She then quickly licks a small stripe up the middle, before she pulls back contemplating.

She spits directly onto your cunt, letting it slide down slightly. The big bit of saliva staying there for a second, before her face is directly infront of it. Her tongue sticks out and straight into your weeping, aching hole. Pushing the spit inside you. She pulls back to look at the mixture of wetness. And she did both. She managed to get you that wet. It was her spit now deep inside you. God she was proud at the thought. However she wasn't even done with penetrating your pussy. Her face is back in its original spot. Her lips make contact with your own, sending your head back into the pillows. Your hands eventually move to her silky hair, gripping as she speeds up her pace, her tongue entering you also.

It all felt amazing, when she does something unexpected. Her teeth sink into the lip of your pussy, biting and sucking all at once. It felt incredible. Why hadn't she done that sooner. "Bil.." You breathe, moaning on and off. "Feels so, good." You blab, still having your eyes shut. Feeling her lips move into her famous smirk, knowing that boosted her ego entirely. Your high was approaching and fast.

"Nooo." You then huff. Feeling her tongue move from you. Looking down at your fucked out body. Her smirk is ofcourse still visible at your little frustrated pout. "You're so annoying." You breathe, sinking into the sheets again.

"You won't be saying that in a second." Your head shot up again to look at her, but as soon as you do that a loud moan is being ripped out of you. How the hell did this woman put her strap on so quickly. She really wasn't kidding when she said 'in a second.' Impressive. A little hot in a way. Your mind turns into mush though, almost her whole length inside of you. "Had to get you worked open babe, yet you're still so tight." Another moan was to be heard, letting your eyes flutter close again, back instantly arching. Only thing visible in your brain are the lyrics to that song, and how she's recreating them all. "Guess I can fit it huh?" She then says, coming close to your face. "Speak." She orders you like a dog, when you don't respond.

"Y-yes.. feel so full." Her smirk returns to her face, picking up the speed. "Good. Just how it should." You let out another gasp again, feeling her thumb playing with your clit. This makes her chuckle, maliciously. She continues to fuck you relentlessly, beginning to let her hands roam over your skin, she pushes the baggy t-shirt you were wearing up, exposing your tits. They move in time with her thrusts. Her mind overflows with every disgusting but amazing fantasy. Your breath hitches as you feel cool metal on your breasts, looking to see her hands kneading them. How well they fit in her hands as she squished.

As her fingers move while doing so, you feel that same cold metal on your nipple making a shakey, content sigh leave you. It eventually turning into a moan as she squeezes again. She comes down to your face, your eyes were closed. "Look at me." She speaks, grabbing your jaw. You immediately open your eyes looking at her dark ones, which was always such a shock as they are so bright. Her face inches down towards your ear, she gives it a soft kiss before she's whispering. "Wanna make you squirt." Your eyes widen tremendously. If you weren't flustered before you really are now.

As you go to respond it was cut short, her thumb resumed on your clit, her thrusts are deeper, her ring covered fingers gripping your jaw. Her lips on your neck only adding to that, as she used the fuck out of you. You feel it coming, that tight knot. But you didn't have to say a word. She knew. She could feel it. It getting slightly harder for her at the way you're tightening, but that was a challenge she wanted to conquer. Obviously succeeding, she hits that gummy spot inside you, sending your mouth to fly open. "B-bil-" Yet another gasp was being pulled from you, it being loud in her ear as she continues to fuck the shit out of you.

Her pace never falters. Her thumb even speeding up as she sucks and bites your neck. You wanted to tell her you were close, as if she didn't already know. Your hands make their way to her arms, gripping as it's coming faster. "Fuck!" You screech out, you couldn't hold it any longer releasing within an instant, feeling her smirk into your neck. "And boom." She says into your ear, her voice husky. You hadn't even noticed it, but she actually did make you squirt. Your fucked out expression gives billie all she needs to know.

"Guess I'm just, that. good."

[girlinterupptedsblog]

Too Tight

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x virgin!Reader

Warnings: NSFW/18+, first time/virginity loss, explicit sexual content, fingering, intense foreplay, failed penetration attempts, slight pain, overstimulation, frustration, mild dirty talk, soft dom Rafe, emotional tension, mentions of dick pics, obsessive behavior, praise, minor degradation, eventual penetration, language

You were only a few weeks into being Rafe Cameron’s girlfriend when he started really pushing for it. Not just teasing or talking dirty like usual—no, Rafe was begging.

Late night texts. Grabbing your hips every time you kissed too long. Sending you unsolicited, shamelessly proud pictures of himself when he was hard, usually captioned with some version of “this is what you do to me” or “need to be inside you, baby.”

He’d gotten his fingers in you a few times, carefully, slowly. It always ended with you whining and squirming, thighs trembling as he pressed kisses to your cheek and muttered, “not yet, huh?” Even then, you felt too tight for one, let alone something as thick and hungry as Rafe’s cock.

He was obsessed with the idea of taking your virginity—talked about it constantly. “Wanna be the one to ruin you,” he’d whispered once with his lips against your neck, “wanna make you mine, all the way. You don’t even know what you’re doin’ to me.”

And now, here you were. In his bed, his hands gliding up your sides as you laid beneath him—nervous, trembling, but nodding anyway.

“I want to,” you whispered. “Tonight.”

Rafe went still for a second, like his brain glitched.

“You serious?”

You nodded again, heart pounding.

He grinned—no, beamed—and kissed you like he couldn’t hold back. “Fuck, baby. I’ve been waiting for this—been thinking about it nonstop.”

He didn’t just jump into it. As much as he was dying for it, Rafe took his time.

He kissed every inch of you. Whispered praise, filth, sweet nothings. His fingers dipped between your thighs and worked you open again, soft and slow, curling up inside you while you moaned into his mouth.

But still—he could feel it. How your walls clamped down on him. How your hips twitched and legs shook.

“You’re still so tight, baby,” he murmured, brows furrowed in focus as he worked his fingers inside. “Fuck. Might have to take it real slow with you.”

You nodded, chewing your lip. “I’m okay. Just do it.”

He grabbed a condom from the drawer—already prepped and ready like he’d been waiting for this night—and rolled it on, biting his lip with an eager little grin.

But the second he lined himself up and started to push in, he hissed.

“Shit. Baby... squeezing me so goddamn hard.”

You whined beneath him, clinging to his shoulders. It hurt. Not terrible, not unbearable—but there was pressure, stretching, and your pussy just couldnt take him.

Rafe cursed under his breath and pulled back. Tried again.

Same thing.

He thrust slowly, carefully—but your muscles locked down like a vice.

“You gotta relax for me, bunny,” he said, voice strained. “You’re too tight—I can’t even get the tip in.”

“I’m trying,” you gasped. “I—I don’t know why I can’t—”

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re doing fine. But fuck—” He gritted his teeth and stared down between your bodies, watching as your slick coated his length but your walls refused to give.

He tried again. A shallow push.

You clenched.

He groaned—frustrated, hard as hell, sweating.

“This is fucked up,” he muttered. “I’ve never wanted anything so bad and your pussy just—won’t let me in.”

“I want you in,” you whimpered, tears welling. “I really do.”

Rafe leaned down and kissed your jaw, then your cheek. “I know. I know you do. I’m not mad. Just—fuck—I’m so hard I think I might die.”

You laughed a little through the sting of it.

He kept fingering you in between tries, kept whispering praise, kept trying to push inside—and kept getting squeezed out like your body refused to give him that final inch.

Eventually, he grabbed your hips with trembling hands, kissed you again, and pushed slowly, deeply, breathing hard through his nose.

And this time—it worked.

Barely. Painfully. Inching in, bit by bit.

“Fuuuck, finally,” he groaned. “So fucking tight tight, but I’m in.”

You were whimpering, nails digging into his arms, every muscle clenched. It hurt. Not in a terrible way—but enough to make your eyes water.

Rafe kissed the tears off your cheeks. “I’m sorry, baby. You’re doing so good. So fucking good. Just let me stretch you, alright? Gonna make it feel good soon.”

His thrusts were slow, shallow, careful. Still, you could feel how close he was already—how wound up and desperate he’d been for this moment.

He kept muttering under his breath—praise, filth, broken words.

“So tight—fuck—you’re choking my dick, baby. Gonna cum so fast, god, it’s embarrassing.”

But still he held on. He waited. He made sure you were okay before losing himself in the heat of your body, finally buried deep inside after weeks of begging, teasing, and obsessing.

Eventually, your body started to give. The pain dulled, then melted. The stretch became bearable. And Rafe’s groans turned into full-body shudders as he fucked you for real, panting, needy, almost overwhelmed by it.

“Pussy feels as good as i imagined it" he whispered against your lips. “Gonna ruin it"

[flipthepaige]

driver, roll up the partition, please!

includes. SMUT 18+, paige bueckers x fem! reader. public setting still somewhat private, oral, drunk and nasty, little bit of sub paige, praise and begging, grinding, makeup smudging, just all over each other…

about. after your girlfriend gets drafted number one overall, neither of you have the patience to wait until the afterparty. surely the driver won’t mind if paige celebrates a little early… right?

ju speaks. incase you didn’t know, i am @ohbueckers :) mama had to make a whole new blog, but she’s back! this is a bit of filth but i haven’t wrote any good smut in so long so i poured it all out here lol. p gets drafted in less than a month, let’s cope the right way, amen!

“Driver, roll up the partition, please!”

She says it all politely, like her lips aren’t as red as a cherry and swollen, like your hands haven’t untucked and found their way up under her dress shirt, nails scraping over the ridges of her abs, like she hasn’t been grinding against you for the last two blocks, all while tasting like champagne and every bad decision you were always going to make tonight. Your leg is hiked up over her lap, and she’s been kissing you like she doesn’t give a damn that the limo is still moving, that you’re supposed to be on your way to the afterparty, that there’s a whole world outside this car waiting to celebrate her—number one overall, finally Dallas’ rookie.

The second she stood up, walked across that stage, and held up that jersey, she was already thinking about getting back to you. And when she did, when she came striding over, still grinning like a kid on Christmas, the most anticipated person in the room but still just your girl, she grabbed you like she needed proof this was real.

Her arms slid around your waist, pulling you in like she was scared someone might try to take you from her. You smiled up at her, and expressed how proud you were, of course. Her lips brushed your forehead, and she made sure you heard the six words that followed, whispering into your hair, “couldn’t have done it without you.”

This time, your mouth is on her neck before she even finishes her sentence, nipping and sucking at her skin, breathing in her Valentino like you can pick apart every ingredient in it. Too eager for manners, and way too far gone to care, you don’t even hear the driver’s muttered response, not even the hum of the partition sliding up and clicking into place. No more audience. No more distractions. Just you and her. Atleast for a couple more miles.

And Paige? Back like she never left, like she needed that barrier up before she could really lose herself in you. “Ain’t even gon’ take ya time with it?” she teases, smiling as her hands slide down, find the swell of your ass, squeeze like she’s been dying to do it all night. “Fuck, y’so impatient,” she mutters, tilting her head back just enough to let you work, and when you bite down just right, she shivers, the pads of her fingers tightening against your shoulder for some sense of stability.

“Mhm?” You grin against her throat, licking over the marks you just left. “You wanna do something about it?”

Paige groans, large hands already pushing the fabric of your dress up over your hips. The amount of need in her movements is overwhelming, because she’s been too good the entire night. She’s been sitting pretty at that table, shaking hands, doing interviews, feeling your eyes on her and knowing she couldn’t do shit about it. Not yet.

And now she’s got you all to herself.

Paige never does anything halfway, and that includes kissing you like she’s trying to ruin you. Your tongues move all sloppy, the sounds even nastier than the kiss, and you swear you hear the music get louder, vibrating against every corner of the vehicle, the driver clearly trying to drown out the obscene sounds of Paige Bueckers losing it in the backseat. But fuck, you’re not quiet either.

You let two of her fingers push your panties to the side, gasping as they run through your slick. You grip onto her tighter as Paige hoists you fully into her lap, straddling her leg as she whispers filth into your ear.

Big hands, rough from years of handles, crossovers, midrange shots that got her here, but gentle where they need to be—slipping between your thighs, spreading you open like she already knows what she’s gonna find.

Her fingers are slipping through the mess you’ve already made for her, slow at first, just to get you going, because she knows how much you want it, because she likes making you wait. But then you whimper, and it hypnotizes her to do exactly what you wanted her to do.

Paige is fast, but she’s precise despite being intoxicated, two fingers sinking inside you like your pussy was made for her. Your breath catches, body jerking forward, head tipping back against the seat, but she keeps you secure, pressing down on your stomach. “That’s it,” she urges, free hand gripping your thigh, keeping you open for her. “Lemme hear it, baby.”

“Mfmph, there.” Your fingers wrap around her wrist while hers curl just right, pressing against that spot that has your thighs shaking, your back arching from her chest. The blonde watches you intently, her pupils blown, lips slick and kiss swollen, owning every reaction like it’s another trophy for her collection. “Right there, P” you drag out.

The music gets louder, and you can’t even make out the lyrics, just the beat of something that never falls low. You’re sure you’d have some remorse for the driver if you weren’t about three drinks in and a little fucked out, but you can’t find it, because Paige wants all of it. Every sound, every plea, every desperate, breathless, “Paige, please.”

And, oh, do you give it to her.

Paige groans at the way you say her name, like she can feel it straight between her legs, like it’s fueling her. Her fingers keep working you open, hitting every spot like she knows your body better than her own, because truthfully, she does. She’s mapped you out a hundred times before, but never like this, never this drunk, never with the high of being number one mixing with the high of you.

“That’s my girl,” she praises, watching the way her fingers disappear in and out with half-lidded eyes, bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Look so pretty takin’ it, baby. Knew you would.”

You tremble, a moan breaking past your lips, and Paige just grins, like she’s putting on another show, something like the one she just left from. But this one? This one is just for her.

“Almost there?”

You nod frantically, nails digging at her wrist, trying to keep yourself together—but fuck is it hard when she’s all over you like this. She speeds up just a little, the wet sounds of her digits working you over and making your cheeks burn, but Paige loves it. She leans in, licks up the side of your neck, tasting the wreckage.

“Paige,” you pant, eyes fluttering.

“Say it again,” she rasps, her forehead pressed to the side of yours now, her fingers still moving, hips subtly grinding against nothing, like she’s as desperate as you are.

“Paige,” you whimper, and you wish you could say it was voluntary. “I—”

You don’t even get the chance to finish, because Paige presses down on your stomach again, just right, and your whole body reacts—clenching around her fingers, thighs twitching like she just stole every bit of your sanity. You really think she might’ve. Maybe she’s been taking from you this entire night—the air in your lungs, the thoughts from your head, the control you thought you had.

“Yeah, I know,” she talks you through it, lips brushing against your temple, her fingers still working, still curling inside you, playing you like a highlight reel. “Go ‘head, ma. Give it to me.”

Your release crashes into you, body locking up before breaking apart, your moan swallowed by Paige’s mouth as she kisses all of it out of you, eating up every last sound like she needs it, like she wants it dripping down her chin. Her fingers never stop moving, making sure you know she did this to you.

She pulls away with a bite of your lip, savoring the remnants of her own name on your tongue, and for a second, you think she’ll let you breathe, let you come down from the high she just sent you to.

But then she shifts against you the same way she’d been doing all night, grinds her hips up into nothing, and you feel it.

Paige Bueckers, all six feet of her, usually so composed, the one who calls the shots in bed and most of the time out of it—is crumbling for you now, fists gripping at the leather seat like she’s barely holding on.

Your fingers slide down slowly at the realization, popping open her belt, then her slacks, pushing them down just enough to expose the waistband of her boxers.

All you need is five minutes.

So you move. Drop to your knees right between hers, push her legs wider as you settle between them, dragging your palms up her thighs when she breathes out your name in her gravelly Minnesota accent. You let your nails creep up under her shirt, scratching lightly against her lower stomach. Too much teasing for the blonde, not enough mouth.

Paige growls, actually growls, and before you can blink, she grabs your wrist, pressing your hand right over her, rolling her hips into your palm. “Ain’t in the mood for allat,” she mumbles, jaw clenched, pupils dilated. “You know what the fuck I want, baby. Stop stallin’.”

You listen.

Partly because she’s just had the biggest night of her life, the kind of night people dream about. Winning a National Championship just a few weeks prior to getting your name called first for the draft, becoming the face of a franchise, name solidified in history. She worked her ass off for it too, and tonight? Tonight, she made it.

So you listen. You don’t stall, and you swear you hear the music get louder again—like the driver knows exactly what’s about to happen.

The minute you start mouthing at her, you can feel her muscles jump under your lips. Paige inhales, one hand sliding to the back of your neck, rubbing at your skin. The limo rocks slightly, the bass from the speakers rattling through your ribcage, but none of that matters. The only thing you care about is the way Paige is falling apart in your mouth.

She tries to hold out, tries to keep it together, but the way her thighs twitch when your tongue moves just right? The way she shudders when you suck?

“Fuck,” she groans finally, head tipping back, body lunging upward on instinct.

And she loses it.

Because Paige has never been one to sit back and just take it.

Her hips start moving, rolling into your mouth, and you let her, let her use you, let her chase what she needs because you need it too—the way she sounds, the way she tastes, the way her legs start to tremble, thighs pressing against your cheeks and smudging your makeup because she can’t help it.

She’s ruined and a little helpless, mumbling half formed curses and praises that don’t even make sense. You swear you could come again just by listening. “Been needin’ you all night. Keep doin’ that.”

She rides it out while your tongue works in circles, fingers digging into her thighs to keep her there even though she can’t be still, her body shaking along with her hands that can’t decide whether to pull you closer or push you away.

You flatten your tongue, holding her down a little rougher when she bucks up against your mouth. She’s so close, right there, her body trying to outrun her own orgasm, but you don’t stop.

“Please—please, baby—feels s’good,” she whines, her fingers tugging at your hair just the way she knows you love, hips stuttering, moans guttural. “Just like that—don’t stop, don’t—”

She chokes on her next breath, her body breaking just like yours did, just like she’s so deserving of.

And when she finally slumps back against the seat, spent, her chest still heaving, her thumb lazily stroking over your cheek, she grins down at you, tired, satisfied, definitely not ready for the whatever afterparty diorama is waiting for her like a coronation.

“Yeah,” she breathes, licking her lips as she pulls you back up into her lap, kissing you like she could go another round, tongue sweeping into your mouth to taste herself.

“Number one pick, baby,” she slurs. “How that sound?”

Like trouble. Like a whole dynasty in the making. Like she’s already on top of the world, and somehow, that ain’t high enough.

You giggle, pressing her cheeks between your fingers as you peck at her lips. “Fucking great. How’s it feel?”

“Feel like I could do this all night,” she mumbles, hips rocking up into you, her need reigniting just like that. She masks it as a slight shift, but you know better. “What about you? Think you got another one in you?”

Like she even needs to ask.

[mrsreynolds32014]

Dirty Pretty Things

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

An Eddie Munson Fanfiction

Summary: You and Eddie are alone late at night in his garage, and things get hot fast. Dressed in nothing but his shirt, you straddle him, teasing and grinding until he can’t take it anymore. He lays you out in the back of his van, eats you out until you’re shaking, then flips you over and fucks you hard—promising to ruin you completely. It’s dirty, raw, and absolutely addictive.

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! This is my very first time posting an Eddie Munson fanfiction here on Tumblr, and I’m both excited and nervous to share it. I’ve poured a lot of heat, heart, and filth into this first chapter, and I really hope you all enjoy it. If you’re into steamy, dirty, no-holding-back Eddie content—this one’s for you. Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading!

Word Count: 980 words

Disclaimer: 18+ Mature

Chapter 1

The Garage

The first time you let him touch you, you’re in his garage—sitting on his lap, wearing his shirt and nothing else. It’s late. Some ungodly hour where no one decent’s awake, but you and Eddie haven’t been decent since the minute he pushed you up against the dryer two nights ago and growled in your ear that he wanted to ruin you.

And god, he meant it.

The old Metallica tape is playing low in the background, the air sticky with smoke and motor oil and whatever the fuck that cologne is he wears that drives you insane. His hands are everywhere—palming your ass, teasing your thighs, sliding up under the shirt you “borrowed” from his floor without asking.

“You know you’ve got no idea what you do to me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice gravel and sex. His rings are cold against your skin, but his fingers are hot as sin, trailing up your spine until your body arches into him like a prayer.

“You say that,” you whisper, breath hitching when his thumb brushes the inside of your thigh, “but I think you like being a little tortured.”

Eddie grins, and fuck if it doesn’t look sinful on him.

“I like watching you squirm,” he says. “Especially when you’re trying to pretend you’re not soaking wet just from sitting on my cock.”

Your cheeks flame, but you don’t deny it. You can’t. He shifts under you just enough, and the hard press of him against your bare pussy makes your breath catch.

“Jesus, Eddie.”

He hums like he’s proud of himself. “Been thinking about this all damn day. What you’d look like like this. What you’d taste like.”

His hand slides forward, cups your cunt. You moan—soft, desperate—and he growls.

“So fucking wet for me,” he murmurs. “You want my fingers, baby? Or my tongue? Or just my cock filling this tight little pussy up till you scream?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. You just grind down harder, needing friction, needing him.

Eddie catches your chin with his fingers and tilts your face toward his.

“I asked you a question,” he says, voice rough. “Use that mouth or I’ll make you beg with it.”

Your lips part. “I want your mouth,” you breathe. “I want you to eat me until I can’t fucking walk.”

He smirks. “Goddamn, you really are a dirty little thing, huh?”

He lifts you like you weigh nothing, lays you down across the back seat of the old van parked halfway inside the garage. You’re spread out, breathing heavy, shirt hiked up, and when he kneels between your thighs, it’s with a look that says he’s about to worship you like you’re the only religion he believes in.

And then his tongue is on you—hot, slow, fucking perfect.

He licks long and deep, sucks your clit until your hands are in his hair, your back arched, and your moans echo off the walls. He doesn’t stop when you come the first time, or the second. He just keeps going—eating you out like a man starved, like you’re the only meal that’s ever mattered.

When he finally pulls back, his lips are shiny, his eyes dark.

“You think you’re done?” he asks, voice wrecked. “Sweetheart, we haven’t even started yet.”

And you already know what’s coming.

He flips you over, pulls your ass up, and the slap of his palm on your skin makes you gasp. He spreads you, growling low when your pussy clenches around nothing, still aching for more.

“Gonna fuck this pretty little pussy till you’re dripping down your thighs,” he says. “Then I’m gonna spread you open and fill your ass, just like you’ve been begging for in those filthy little dreams of yours.”

You whimper. “Eddie—”

“Yeah, baby,” he pants, pushing the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing, torturing. “Say my name while I ruin you.”

And when he finally thrusts in, it’s deep and hard and everything you needed.

You don’t sleep that night.

You don’t want to.

[pookieace]

✰ . . . minors do not interact !

✰ . . . just over 1k of filth that includes stepcest, stepdad!gojo, dads best friend!nanami, perv gojo, perv nanamin giggles, recording without consent, spying, implied agegap, gojo is a menace as usual. um yeah i need them both. eiffel tower if you will– anyways!! this isn't proofread sorry not sorry. i'm lazy and this has been running around in my head for days.

step dad gojo and his single best friend nanami. both a little bit messed up in the head, satoru more than kento but...

they have regular jerk off sessions to you. whether gojo is convincing nanami to spy on you with him while you're in the shower, or even while you touch yourself. nanami knows it's wrong. you're satoru's daughter. in fact, satoru is in the wrong as well, even more in the wrong than nanami given he's your father, but you're just so damn pretty. it's gotten so bad, became a habit that he hates, that he doesn't think twice about rubbing his growing bulge over his pants as he watches you.

you're so... oblivious, wandering around your room, closing the windows and shutting the blinds before you start to unbutton your pyjama shirt, thinking you're in the comfort of your room. so oblivious that you don't even notice the little camera set up in your bookshelf. satoru was proud of himself for the placement of the camera, it gives the perfect view of your bed.

your stepdad knows your routine by now. what time you wake up, what you have for breakfast and what time you leave for work. he also knows once you're done with dinner and load up the dishwasher, you bid him goodnight and head into your room to touch yourself. satoru isn't quite sure how he started to perv on you like this but it just can't stop. perhaps it's the taboo nature of it that really turns him on, or maybe it's just because you're just so... delicious. so damn pretty and you look so soft all over. if he doesn't get caught, it's not a crime right? and somehow he's dragged his own coworker, his best friend, into the whole ordeal too. nanami's grown used to your routine too, coming straight to satoru's place after work.

they both watch on from satoru's room on the screen as your shirt falls from your shoulders and hits the floor, like they're predators watching their prey. the first glimpse of your round tits have them going crazy already. gojo's smiling, waiting rather patiently, not touching himself just yet but nanami's already fully hard, cock straining against his work pants.

gojo finds it cute how quick you work, laughing under his breath a little as he sees your pants on the floor and your underwear pulled to the side within mere minutes. meanwhile nanami curses, he always forgets just how clear the camera quality is. nothing will beat the up close and personal view but this? it's all he has, and it's almost as good.

soon they both find themselves with their cocks in their hands, attempting to fuck their fists at the same pace your fingers go in and out of you, thinking about how the ring of cream around the base of your fingers should be around the base of their cocks, how your juices should be all over them. nanami's so caught up in watching you through the screen that he doesn't realise when gojo's free hand wraps around his own, covering the entirety of his with how large it is.

"keep watchin', kento. just keep watchin'." gojo starts, and nanami just lets it happen. he accepts it, removing his hand away so gojo's jerking him off. it's rough, it's messy, shlick shlick shlick echoing through the room as nanami bucks his hips into his best friends fist.

you're now burying your face into your pillow, legs threatening to close every second as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. your thighs are wet, splashes of your wetness on your sheets as you fuck yourself a bit harder, a little bit faster.

all this does is fuel gojo and nanami's sick, twisted brains. "hhah–ah... dontcha just wanna hold her legs open?" nanami isn't sure if it's meant to be a rhetorical question or not. they usually don't talk when they watch you like this. it's nothing but heavy grunts and groans and the sickening sounds of their fists working their cocks. satoru has never spoken to him before.

"i do." gojo's voice fills the silence. "i jus'... mmmffuuck... i wanna see her cunt throb on my cock– her fathers cock as she cums. she'd look so fucking cute cummin' f'me. ya think she's as tight as she looks, kento?"

silence...

is he allowed to reply? should he reply? this is his best friends daughter... he can't. nanami's throat feels dry at the thought of even trying to speak. what if he offends him? what if he's not allowed to spy on you like this anymore? what if–

"c'mon kento." gojo speaks, giving the mushroomed tip of nanami's cock a couple of squeezes that have the younger man hissing through his teeth. "answer me, won't ya? you wanna fuck my daughter? wanna bury your fat cock in 'er cunt? stretch it riiight out and watch her cream on it? just talk t'me. say yes. i know you wanna." it's as if he's being tempted by the devil. like he's eve and he's being tempted to eat the apple by the snake. satoru's words have his head spinning and he shakily exhales before replying, hands gripping his scrunched up work pants that are halfway down his thighs.

"y-yes... i do, satoru."

"aaatta boy. knew you were as sick as me."

the sight of you rubbing your clit and fingering yourself getting closer to orgasm with satoru's praise and the grip around his cock have nanami's head spinning more and more, and the second he sees you cover your mouth and your thighs shake, it triggers his own high. nanami's cum spurts all over gojo's hand and wrist in ribbons, shooting up and landing on his dress shirt as well. then finally, gojo cums as well, almost as hard as his best friend by the amount of cum dripping from his cock and pooling at the base, coating the wispy hairs.

the room is full of breathless pants as the two men attempt to catch their breath, watching you take your fingers out and try to fight the urge to fall asleep then and there. and then gojo's asking the same question he always asks nanami after it's all done.

"same time tomorrow?"

yes i'm sick and deranged but if you read it then you're out here matching my freak kiss kiss mwah mwah <3

[kitten4sannie]

𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔡

pairing: san x fem! reader x mingi

genre: smut 

summary: minsan fuck you within an inch of your life <3

w.c: 2.4k

warnings: dom! minsan, sub! reader, san’s a meanie, mingi’s kinda a meanie but mainly a baby boy, himbo energy, threesome, somewhat heavy focus on mxm, spit roasting, spanking, face fucking, degradation, praise, name calling, kissing, facial, cum eating, snowballing, sloppy seconds, overstim, squirting, fingering, anal fingering (m receiving), masturbation, bulge kink, breeding kink, cum inflation (for a split second), creampies 

a/n: this was a request i got by a lovely anon <3 the concept of getting absolutely ruined by minsan is so goddamn hot,, i got really lost in the sauce this time around and i’m proud to say that this is actually just unapologetic filth and nothing else so i hope you enjoy~~

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“Hey, be a little more gentle with her, San. She’s gonna break before I get a turn,” Mingi whined with a pout, releasing the grip he had on your hair to reach across your body and run his fingers along the section of your ass that still sported San’s sizable handprint, forcing his cock further into your throat, beads of saliva and pre-cum dribbling down your bulging neck and onto the already stained sheets below.

Positioned on the opposite side of Mingi with his cock drilling into your needy hole, San rolled his eyes, slamming both hands against your ass, his fingers sinking into your stinging skin and spreading it open slightly to watch his slick cock continuously get swallowed up by your hole. “You love it, don’t you, pretty slut?”

A muffled, though enthusiastic ‘mm-hmm’ left your occupied mouth.

“See, look. She wants me to break her, Min.” San hunched forward over your body, reaching for your jaw and holding it steady as Mingi continued to thrust more than half of his over-sized length into the small opening of your throat, feeling his fingers begin to grow wet with your spit. You felt his warm breath on your back and could practically hear his shit-eating smirk, not knowing his eyes were still on Mingi, simply because he couldn’t bring himself to stop watching him wreck your throat.  “Just look at her drooling all over herself like a brainless whore. She loves to get stuffed with cock, Min, that’s why we’re here,” San chimed, hoping he was educating his glossy-eyed, panting friend, giving him a crooked smile. 

“You’re–shit–right, San,” Mingi huffed out, sweat dripping past his choppy dyed hair and off of his sharp jaw, as he hunched over your body as well and reached out, gripping both sides of your ass. He spread you open further so that San could slide in and out even easier, forcing your back to arch painfully from the way you were sandwiched between them. 

San and Mingi found themselves in a similar position before, face to face, both balls-deep in a toy they preferred to share together, cocks throbbing away as they gazed at each other’s flushed, pleasure-struck faces, unable to ignore the presence of one another’s plush lips.

“Min, lemme taste you,” San mumbled, his hand moving from your jaw to your neck to clutch it, simply to feel the heaviness of his friend’s cock against his fingers as it slipped in and out of your throat. Your gurgled noises of approval and shiny, slicked-up cunt went unnoticed once San and Mingi’s lips collided, each getting a fair share of one another’s spit, their tongues eagerly licking into each other’s groaning mouths.

When Mingi was done exploring San’s open mouth, San took the lead and sucked his friend’s larger tongue into his own mouth, his flushed cheeks hallowing slightly. When he heard a whimper, San opened his eyes to witness Mingi’s big brown eyes looking right back at him. Swallowing their combined saliva down with a gulp, San let go of your throat to grab Mingi’s chin, one hand still cemented on your hip, making sure he didn’t miss a single beat when it came to drilling himself into your sopping wet hole. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you, MinMin? Huh? Are you gonna spill your load inside her tiny throat and make a big mess?” he asked in a patronizing tone, his ego growing in size when Mingi whimpered more and nodded his head quickly, a bit a drool falling from his lips. San’s dark eyes sharpened, the sides of his lips curling into a salacious smile. “Then fucking do it.”

“Okay, m’ gonna fill her fuckhole with my cum, Sannie,” Mingi exhaled delightedly, reaching down and gripping the sides of your head, suddenly pistoning his oversized length into your throat, making you gurgle and choke on it, tears spilling down your heated cheeks.

San nodded his head in agreement, wrapping his fingers around your waist so firmly, his nails left indents. “Yeah, you are. Fill her slutty little throat.” Feeling you clench tightly around him, San groaned gutturally, his eyes just about rolling into his skull, responding by jackhammering himself into your dripping cunt as quickly as he could, the sounds of your muffled cries almost louder than the lewd sound of his balls smacking against your slick skin. “Fuck, baby, you’re about to cum all over my cock just from being our own personal fuckdoll, huh?” 

A strained, muffled sound of approval exited your throat, only able to take being pounded into from both sides once more, before the dam inside you broke. Your body shuddered and your limbs almost gave out underneath you, completely zoning out from the bliss until Mingi’s cockhead slapped down onto your cheek, hot spurts of white splattering out onto your face. This was followed by something hot and sticky painting your inner walls, some of it leaking out past San’s softening length. “Fuck,” was all you could choke out, your voice a bit scratchy and deep after the abuse your throat took. 

San smiled to himself, gently rubbing your hips in soothing circles, his lower half still flush to yours. “I would pull out, but I couldn’t possibly pass up the opportunity to knock you up, baby.” 

Turning your head back to look up at San, you licked at your lips, tasting the saltiness of Mingi’s load on your tongue. “Good.” 

San beamed at your reaction, his cock starting to harden inside you, wanting to degrade you but choosing to focus on the cum that Mingi left dripping down your flushed face. “What a messy girl. You should clean yourself up.” He slid in and out of you a bit, just to feel and listen to the filthy squelching sounds, before slowly pulling out and sitting on the mattress. 

Shuddering from the sensation of cum leaking out of you, you got up and sat back down on your knees, looking back and forth between the men, gathering up some of the lukewarm liquid on your face with two fingers. You began to suck and lick at them, moaning softly, beckoning the both of them closer once your other hand slipped in between your thighs to play with yourself. 

Slipping his hand around your waist, Mingi leaned in, running his hot tongue up the side of your cheek, collecting some of the milkiness for himself. “You’re so naughty, baby,” he whispered against your ear, his other hand clasping around one of your tits to squeeze and knead it, licking along your jawline. 

San was not far behind him, his mouth already attached to your neck to suck and lick at it, two of his thick fingers pushing into you and curling up to rub at your sensitive spot. The squeaking sound that escaped your lips made him smile against your skin, slowly kissing upwards until he got to your cheek, swiping his tiny tongue across your jaw to taste Mingi for himself. He grunted, looking over to his friend, still shoving his digits in and out of you, your juices accompanying the cum dripping down his wrist. “You need to drink more water, idiot.” 

“Huh?” Mingi mumbled absentmindedly, staring dumbly at San, remembering to grab your other tit to knead it as well, pinching your nipple between two fingers. “Something wrong with my cum?” 

“It tastes bad, you big dummy,” San hissed, removing his fingers from your cunt just as your pleasure began to crescendo, holding up his shiny, cum-coated fingers near all three of your faces. “Lick. This is what it’s supposed to taste like.” 

You pouted along with Mingi, for different reasons, licking between San’s pointer and middle finger, Mingi’s tongue joining yours to lap up the dripping cum. Before you knew it, you were passing the remaining liquid into Mingi’s open mouth using your tongue, spreading your legs open wider when his hand left your chest to cup your pussy, his palm rubbing eagerly against your swollen clit. 

San pushed his fingers in between the both of your moving mouths, his cock twitching painfully into his chiseled abdomen, barely able to take watching the both of your swap spit in such a fervent manner. Groaning, he grabbed Mingi’s shoulder and squeezed it, encouraging him to pull away and look at him with barely open eyes. 

“What is it, San?” he asked softly, licking at any remnants of cum and saliva that was left on his lips. 

“I need you to stuff her with your cock, Min.” He ran a hand through Mingi’s sweaty hair, smiling. “For me.” 

Mingi smiled back at San, his cock pulsing against your thigh. “Anything for you, bro.” 

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Mingi had you in his lap on the edge of the bed, your back sticking against his heated bare chest, his large hands squeezing into your open thighs, his cock hitting your sweet spot relentlessly, so much so that your cum sprayed out of your pulsing cunt. It felt so goddamn good you were convinced that the stimulation was going to break your mind. It didn’t help that San was on his knees in between Mingi’s thighs, his fingers cupping his friend’s swollen balls and his mouth open to catch your squirt on his small pink tongue, his face soaked with your release. 

“That’s a good girl, do it again,” San praised, bringing his fingers up to rub them rapidly across your clit, pressing them harder into your bud when your hips tried to move away from his touch, not stopping until more clear liquid shot out of you and coated his already dripping tongue. “Fuck, that’s a good slut.” 

“No more,” you croaked out, your lower half so numb, you’d probably fold like a rag doll if Mingi wasn’t holding you in place. “I-i can’t!” 

“You can take it, sweetheart,” Mingi encouraged breathily, his deep voice penetrating your ears along with his heavy pants, sending a jolt of arousal into your core. He suddenly shuddered, emitting a surprisingly whiny moan upon feeling San’s tongue drag up his perineum to his sensitive balls, encouraging him to buck up into you to chase his high. 

San ran his palms up Mingi’s large thighs, squeezing into them the way Mingi was gripping yours, his thumbs teasing his friend’s puckering hole. Smirking at the sound of Mingi’s soft whimpering, San slipped a finger inside, feeling Mingi slowly begin to grind against it on his own.

Mingi’s jaw hung open, too consumed with lust to notice another finger sliding into him until he felt a sudden, powerful crackle of pleasure erupt from within his core. “Oh, fuck, that’s it, right there, right there,”  Mingi groaned, almost growling his words out, digging his fingers into your bruising skin and slamming himself into you even rapidly than before, sending you into a state of euphoria. 

San stroked himself vigorously, the muscles in his upper and lower arms straining so hard the veins bulged out, a bit of sweat sliding along his smirking face. “Oh, yeah? Does it feel that good, Min? Are you gonna cum in our plaything’s tight little cunt again?” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah–” Mingi could hardly speak, his body and mind completely overloaded with pleasure, to the point that tears began to form inside his hazy eyes, so close that he couldn’t possibly control the whines and whimpers that were joining your own, the both of your bodies unconsciously moving in tandem so that you could reach your highs together. 

San took delight in the visual of his friend and fucktoy completely falling apart in front of him, his fist squeezing around his cockhead, pre-cum spilling out, the slick allowing him to pleasure himself as fast as possible.“Fuck–Pump…her full…nnngh…of your cum, Min. Please, just make her nice and full for me,” San practically begged, so close to his own high that he didn’t care how desperate he sounded. 

“Cumming, I’m cumminggg,” Mingi moaned whinily, slack jawed, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, letting go of one of your thighs to press his hand down against your lower abdomen, feeling the outline of his cock, swearing he felt your tummy bulge out ever so slightly the longer he drained his seemingly endless cumshot into your cunt. 

You couldn’t even begin to form words, your orgasm doing the talking for you, letting out a few small, stunted moans, your entire body seizing up, spilling your release all over Mingi’s lap. You were so gone, you hardly noticed San suddenly standing up in front of the both of you, whispering something dirty and slapping his cock down onto your used pussy, his load spurting out and coating your mound, mixing with Mingi’s load, as it was already seeping out of you and down your ass. 

“Pull out now, Min,” San commanded softly, watching Mingi slowly slide his cock out with a small squelch, lowering himself back down to the floor to get a close up view of the absolute mess that was pouring out of your used hole, his thumbs spreading you apart. You were stretched wide and filled up with so much cum, San was ready to shed a tear from such a beautiful sight. A moment of silence, mixed with quiet pants and sighs went by, before San came up with a brilliant plan. “Should we stuff her hole together?” 

Wiping some sweat away from his forehead, Mingi tilted his head to the side, perking up, as though he were intrigued. “Like cock to cock?” 

San licked at his lips, tasting you on them. “Yup.” 

Mingi mirrored him, licking at his plush lips as well, eventually sighing to himself. “Double stuffed…”

San nodded, chuckling. “That’s right.” 

Once he exchanged a sleazy look with his friend, Mingi slowly looked down at you, his gaze darkening.

“Yummy.” 

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© kitten4sannie, 2023.

[kpopscruggles]

Genre - Smut, nothing but filth

Work count - 2k & some change (of porn)

Warnings - roomate yunho and chubby reader cause that's hot, pwp (kinda), mature language, sexual content (obv), speaks about stealing panties, hints of a wet dream, yunho is obsessed with your body fr, foot kisses, unprotected sex, oral (f reciving)), dry humping grinding, It's just filth, reader is confident in this but talks about an insecure moement.

summary - after a wet dream and yunho waking up with a problem, he simple cant go back to sleep. Seeing you wake up not too long later and talk about a date that went south he realizing he's done. He needs you.

I’ve had him in my head since I went to my ateez concert so I need to shed this, also tell me what you thought.

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He panted; his body close to being drenched in sweat; The only stop was the cotton of his clothes soaking it up. This was the second night this week Yunho had that dream... 

The same dream that had been haunting him on and off this month, one week it was all his body and brain could think about, the next week his brain watched you during the day only to think of the perverted scenarios and dream about it the week after that. It was a never-ending cycle that the male could not get rid of. Looking at his phone, he hissed as the screen blinded him “3:05?” he groaned, he was now lying wide awake, still not being able to catch his breath. Eventually he had come to reality, sitting up he let a weak sigh leave his throat before pulling away the comforter and seeing the wet patch of cum in his sweats. He should have known this was going to happen as he began to think about the dream again. 

“F-fuck...so big~” He could not help but feel his heart burst like a fragile little virgin, but his body knew what it was doing. His tip a bright hot pink, watching his slit come in perfect alignment with your swollen clit before he began rubbing his cock against it. Your body shuttering at how sensitive you were “Baby please~ just let me have your cock..I need it so bad...” who was he to deny you? Denying you was never an option for him.  

He chuckled a little just thinking about it, ‘almost like a puzzle piece’ he thought before groaning and soon combing the hair from his face, coming back to the cold and harsh reality. Finally getting up from his bed he made his way to the shower, the cold one didn’t even suffice for him, but he made it work. Soon he even drank a glass of water as he sat on the couch only for it to take over his thoughts again. It wasn’t till the chime of the dryer from the closet had caught his attention. Quickly getting up he walked to open it, seeing your basket he put the items inside and placed it next to the closet door. 

He smiled to himself...he was nothing but proud. At least this time he hadn’t take your panties, yet he reminded himself he hadn’t returned the other ones. Minutes went by, Hours. It wasn't till he looked back into the hallway to see you rubbing your eye as you shut your bedroom door. It was 5 am, why didn't you get your rest? 

“What are you doing up?’ your question, that simple question but with your morning voice ached him. “Oh...nothing...just woke up early I guess.” Hearing you chuckle and making yourself your own glass of water before joining him on the couch. Yunho took a deep breath only to hide it with a yawn right after, “you still seem tired....” Hearing your words then watching you gulp the water; he could only reply by shrugging his shoulders.  

The short responding but steady conversation went on and on, yet Yunho could only admire you. Your face was so precious. He only heard small mumbles leaving your lips. “Yunho?” you chuckled causing him to snap back. God he really had to stop spacing out....” I’m listening” was all he could respond back with, which he wasn’t. He was just watching. He watched your lips move, how you nibbled on them sometimes, but only after you licked them. 

Staring at your lips didn't last long though, once you started turning on the tv to see what late night shows had one more episode before ending, that was his time... 

He being the secret pervert he was for you made sure his eyes scaled down. Straight to your breasts, scanning the area he felt his cock twitch seeing your nipples ever so slightly from your tank top, your bits of chub on your upper arm coming together with your chest and you hugged yourself slightly while finding your show to watch. Fuck your tits, his worst enemy, your chest and him had a love hate relationship. How could he love something so much without touching it, or how could he hate it so much, but it gave him an ache in his cock.  

Your full and pretty tummy, that was the part of your body he wanted the most. Your stomach made him spin in circles. Thoughts of watching the soft fat jiggle ever so slightly as he’d bury his cock in your cunt. The thought of gripping it, rubbing it, spilling his cum on it. Yunho felt sick to his stomach but only because he continued to think about how he wanted you.  

He could keep going, your legs, your thigh thighs, your cunt. Oh god your cunt...knowing behind those cute little sleep shorts was your cute chubby pussy. Knowing it was currently sitting nice and cute in your panties, in his mind it was just gushing and waiting for his cock. The thoughts of your pussy only inches from his face, placing kisses on your plush hood before stuffing his head in you. He knew you would taste so sweet.  

“Oh, I didn’t tell you, that date went awful.” you added and that made his heart hurt a little. “I think he didn’t realize how big I was, which his loss, I’ll just have to find a man who can handle me....” Yunho could handle you; he knew he could. Letting out a sigh he relaxed on the couch before watching you stretch your legs where they rested on his lap. He debated.... Should he admit this? 

“What do you think, when you think of a guy who can handle you?” he questioned before clearing his throat to try and conceal the nervous gulp he just did. His hands rested on your ankle while playing with the small star charm on your anklet before feeling the butterflies in his stomach hearing your small chuckle. Seeing you nibble on your bottom lip as you watched him fumble with the charm. Seeing you think he smiled a little, he knew you had a certain idea in your mind. He could tell you were thinking about saying something risky. 

Glancing at your pretty manicured feet he then looked up once you spoke “I want a man who wouldn’t treat me any different than if I was a skinny girl, I want to be loved like that...I'm confident don't get me wrong, but sometimes I have my moments....” he watched you sigh. “Like I dressed up for that man, I got confident enough to wear a cute tight dress just for him to see my fat and get disgusted, I guess....” Seeing you get so venerable, his poor baby. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to show you he loved you.  

“I loved you in that dress...” he added before rubbing your ankle and taking a glance at you. “I thought you looked so fucking good...” seeing you smile a little he couldn't. He watched your chest heave a little, he was practically doing the same, matching his breathing with yours. “And yes, I mean it...” he added simply. He couldn't take it no more, he had to have you. 

His cock growing a mind of its own, his tip already begging to be inside you. Pushing himself to that limit of holding on long enough. Using his last bit of energy, he made sure he placed himself between your thighs. Hish hands attached to your lips; his body pressed against yours. Feeling your nipples grow hard against his chest. Looking you in the eyes only for a second before attaching his lips to yours. Hearing your small moan but accept his lips just made his cock twitch in a way he could never describe. 

His cock begging to have some friction before it explodes, his only option was to begin grinding against you. “Y-Yunho~” fuck you sounded so sweet to him, hearing you moan his name almost made him so nervous he got sick. Just by those few reactions, he knew you were his, he couldn’t let you go no matter who or what was told to him. The wet patch of your shorts began reaching through his sweat. Your sticky precum causing your shorts to stick to your cunt as he lifted his hips just enough to peek.  

His rutted his hips closer, the pressure on your cunt from the weight of his lower half. His lips attached back to your neck, sucking the darkest shades of purple on your neck. “Gonna..ngh...Yunho I’m gonna cum~” your whimpers rang through his ears. His hips only got faster, you could barely hear him reply “Me too~” but you could hear his moans, he knew you did. Hearing the shaking gasp leave you and the way your nails dug into his skin he could tell you had come. Such a simple yet so sweet release. 

His hips shuttered feeling the spurts of cum fill his boxers, a groan leaving his lips while he bit on your collarbone. Taking a deep breath, he hissed slightly once lifting his hips to reveal the sick mess between you two. “I can't get enough of you~ I have to cum in you baby, will you let me? Please say..please say yes...” he added, still trying to catch his breath. Seeing you nod, he knew that he was gone.  

Sitting up completely he helped you remove your clothes piece by piece before scarring to remove his. Watching the sticky substance glisten on your cunt after he removed your shorts...gripping your leg he immediately started placing kissed on your ankle, slowly moving up your leg. He was so eager enough, but he had to let you know how badly he wanted to make you feel good and cherish what you were giving to him. Seeing your face flushed, your hands gripping the sofa pillow under your head to try and keep yourself grounded. You looked so precious. 

Dipping his head down to your cunt he groaned slight, letting out a breath and watching you shiver from it touching your clit. Your pussy was so much better to see in real time, he struck. The way he imagined it through your shorts. The sticky cum covering your pussy completely, looking up at you one last time before running his tongue over your hood, take the soft fat into his mouth licking the thin layer of cum from it. 

Hearing a pant leave your lips he groaned to himself once pulling away “I've always wanted to have you in my mouth...do you think I could be the only man to love this pussy after this?” he smirked a little before spreading your cunt. Watching your pussy lips gently pull apart, strings of cum soon disappearing the further spread. He sighed again seeing the small hole almost overflowing with the creamy substance that was gushing from you. “Your pussy is so pretty~ Why are you so fucking tempting...” he whispered the last bit to himself.  

Scooping his hands around your thighs he soon had you locked to him. His lips immediately attaching to your clit. Feeling his tongue push past the opening of your outer cunt, his tongue slowly circling your clit. “F..feels so nice~” Your hands running through his hair before pushing his head deeper into your cunt. Your actions showing him you begged for more. He had to give you more. 

Removing his arms from your thighs, one arm running up your body, caressing your tummy before his large hand gripped your breast, running his hands over your nipple. His free hand moving to your cunt, slender fingers slowly pushing past your hole, your gummy walls swallowing his two fingers. He could feel your lips tightening around him, your cunt getting warmer and wetter with each thrust his fingers gave. 

He could tell from the shaking of your hips that you were close. Enjoying himself in his own little world in your cunt, he could feel himself someone processing your release once the small begs left your lips. “Yunho~” You whispered, “Fuck Yunho~” It got louder “UGH FUCK~!” Hearing your cry leave you brought him back to reality. Your hips bucking as he pulled his fingers from you revealing the cum before he sucked them clean.  

Sitting himself up again he watched his cock, the precum oozing from his tip. A drip even falling onto your hood making you both chuckle softly. Seeing your hand come into view, it wrapped around his cock pumping it only a couple times. That dream now feeling like Deja vu once he seen his slit shape to your clit like a puzzle piece. But the Deja vu only lasted for a moment until you pushed his tip into you. 

A small whimper leaving him, he never felt that in his dream. Bottoming his cock into you he chuckled softly hearing your moan and the small squelch from how wet you were. Pulling out completely it only took a deep breath before shoving his cock back into you. “I can’t wait to give you my cum~.” His hips slowly started rocking but that wasn’t enough for his baby as you softly began begging for more. 

He picked up his pace, the small smacking sound echoed in the living room. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He groaned with every thrust he made. Your loud cries being his motivation to go deeper. Watching you lift your legs, placing your feet on his chest, your gold anklet bouncing with each thrust he made. Your chub jiggling along with your breast, if he didn't find a distraction soon, he was a goner. 

Immediately he took your ankle giving it a couple wet kisses before admiring your pretty feet by taking your toe into his mouth, sucking on it slightly to muffle his filthy moans. Your free leg dropping to his side giving him back the clear view of his cock disappearing in your cunt. “So big baby so fucking big!” Your cried before looking up at him, your eyes barely open as you tried not to tightly screw them shut.  

“A-all for you baby!” he muffled before gently removing your toe and going back to kissing your ankle. “This cock is all yours! My c-cum is all yours! SHIT!” He groaned feeling tour cervix kiss his tip with each go, and he knew he was about to cum. “I'm gonna cum princess!” Your leg now pushed against your chest, and he leaned down to place his forehead against yours “Gonna fill up this fat pussy~ ngh! S-show you how bad I love you, how I can't-fuck~ how I can-not go a day without you!” 

Your cunt sucking him in, begging for his cum. He could not hold it. His stomach dropped; his thighs covered in cum shivering as he plunged into your leaking pussy. The creamy substance done formed a ring around his cock, that sigh was the last straw. One more deep thrust before his warm load filled your insides. The shakey sighs leaving his lips before a choked gasp left him as he felt you cover his cock in your cum. 

Your sticky bodies holding each other tight, the suction from your cunt almost stopping him from pulling away. Soon giving in he let out a whimper before he pulled his cock away from you. A small chuckle leaving the both of you before he gave in giving you a kiss “F-feel free to use me whenever you want. I’m yours like I said” he added making you smile “I think we're gonna be closer than just roommates who fuck..” A flush formed on his face before giving you another kiss and just nodded. He had no problems with that.  

[fadedtoneverland]

smut alphabet | j.wy

❤�� synopsis — unholy filth with wooyo, read at your own risk :)

pairing: jung wooyoung x gn!reader

genre: smut ❣︎

a/n: second part !! i have a lot of fics i wanna write, but im just gonna crank out some more smut alphabet fics. i’m hoping to do joong or mingi next after wooyoung. enjoy~ <3

cw: smutty headcanons.

a = aftercare (how do they take care of their partner after sex?)

aftercare king. wooyoung is the type of boyfriend to sling on some sweats quickly, just to cook you a nice little meal after sex. he wants his partner energized and taken care of

b = bottom or top? / body part (do they prefer giving or receiving? what body part are they most confident in?)

woo is a vers who fluctuates rapidly, but most of the time he likes to be in “submissive” positions while handling the control.

when it comes to his body, wooyoung is particularly proud of his abs, and eats it up every time you lather kisses all over them. he also appreciates his partner’s ass a lot

c = cum (where do they like to cum on their partner?)

wooyoung likes to come outside of his partner, mainly because he appreciates the view. preferably, he does it on the chest, or immediately after he pulls out and watches his semen splatter all over his lover’s pussy/asshole

d = dirty secret (a kinky secret they haven’t shared with many people)

he jerks off to the secret sex tapes you and him filmed together while he’s on tour, since you can’t be with him.

e = experience (how experienced are they in sex)

he’s a fast learner. probably had one or two hookups here and there, but woo got the hang of things fast in the sex world once he got with you

f = favorite position (what positions are their favorites? do they prefer giving or receiving?)

#1 cowgirl/reverse cowgirl fanboy. wooyoung loves watching you bounce on his cock, and he gets a good view no matter what way you’re facing. he’s also a big enthusiast of lotus position for more intimate moments, where he can just hold you close to him

g = goofy (do they like to be silly during sex? how often do they giggle)

wooyoung is a big menace, and sometimes he’ll giggle a little at your fucked-out expressions every time he fucks you so good. usually during foreplay is when both you and him get super giggly

h = hair (how well groomed are they down there?)

kind of unkempt down there, but wooyoung makes sure to do regularly trimming when needed. mainly for his and your comfort

i = intimacy (are they romantic during sex? how intimate do they get?)

VERY !!! when wooyoung isn’t in the mood for hard sex, he’s genuinely the most romantic person ever. woo also very much enjoys being pampered when he’s on the receiving end. definitely has a thing for holding hands during sex.

j = jack off (do they masturbate often? why do they do it?)

does it more than he admits to. wooyoung will really only jerk off when he’s away from you for long periods of time (tours, fashion weeks, promotions etc.)

k = kinks (what are a couple of their kinks?)

we all know of his degrading kink, and you take advantage of that. he just gets a little harder every time you call him something humiliating like that. while he’s into being called names, he also enjoys praise the same way too. woo’s also into bondage.

l = location (where do they prefer to do the deed? how private are they?)

has preferences for where you do the deed. wants to keep it in the house, but wooyoung’s impulsive, and definitely doesn’t mind taking you for a spin in his car, backstage, in dressing rooms etc.

m = motivation (what turns them on? what gets them in the mood)

viewing sex as a reward. if you tell him, or he tells himself, to get all of the shit he needs to get done for the day/week, the ultimate prize is his dick in your hole

n = no!!! (what are their turn offs? what do they refuse to do?)

anything with knives or blood. wooyoung also gets turned off by the thought of sharing you.

o = oral (do they prefer giving or receiving oral? how do they use their mouth?)

oh baby he LIVES for blowjobs. loves to hold your head in place while you suck the life out of his erection. definitely enjoys giving too

p = pace (do they go fast or slow? rough or sensual?)

can take things slow and sensual when the mood calls for it. wooyoung actually prefers going at slower paces, so he can drag out the intimacy longer and really enjoy being with his partner, delivering smooth, long strokes while kissing in between

(but wooyoung will definitely pound you like a jackhammer if you tease him too much)

q = quickie (what’s their opinion on quickies and how often do they do them?)

sometimes he likes them, but he’s mostly not into them. wooyoung usually doesn’t do quickies.

r = risk (are they willing to try new things? how many risks can they take?)

trying out new toys? using silk for bondage? new positions? wooyoung is all for taking risks and trying new things. he’ll even roleplay if he’s interested enough.

when it does come to genuine risks to your health however, he backs off immediately

s = stamina (how good is their stamina? how many rounds can they go for?)

can last a good while depending on his mood. if it’s some long, intense rounds, usually 4. but his usual stamina makes him last about 2-3 rounds

t = toys (do they own any toys?)

wooyoung has a whole box where he hides all of your guys’ sex toys. he’s got quite a lot, some he hasn’t even used yet

u = unfair (how often do they like to tease? do they get impatient from being teased?)

this motherfucker teases a lot, and he loves it when you tease him back just to rile him up. wooyoung lives on the edge, and he likes to make a challenge when with his lover

v = volume (how loud are they during sex? quiet or hella vocal?)

so loud, even when he’s topping. he will let out hoarse shouts when he’s cumming, and is shameless when he’s expressing his pleasure vocally. woo likes to express how good you make him feel

w = wild card (a wild sex story they have that’s too good to not share)

woo got a nipple piercing, and after it healed you two got down and dirty. however, somehow the ring got caught on your necklace while you guys were making out between thrusts. you spent a good five minutes untangling the jewelry (and trying not to laugh as wooyoung whined about it being a mood killer).

x = x-ray (what’s going on underneath those pants? how much are they packing?)

has that pretty boy pornstar dick. slightly above average (5.5 inches), but makes up for it in girth and knows how to use it. perfectly veiny too, and maybe a couple of beauty marks on it.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

wooyoung’s got a pretty high libido, and 90% of the time he’s usually in the mood. anything can turn him on. from the outfit you wore, to you flirting with someone else to tease him, woo can do it seven days a week if he wants to.

z = zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)

wooyoung doesn’t really get tired after sex. he wants to take care of you first before crashing. when he gets comfy after doing everything he needs, he’s all wrapped up around you and knocked the hell out.

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[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

Simon Riley x Bartender!Reader

Title: 15 Minutes to Blow

Synopsis: You and Simon spend your 15 minute break away from the bar together.

Warnings: This is a blowjob fic. It's heavy smut. Could be considered mild praise?

AN: oml I adore this fic. I'm so proud of it lmao

As soon as it's 13:30, your break starts.

Simon? Well.. he's there pretty much constantly. Oftentimes he doesn't drink, just... Providing you with company and a menacing glare for the more confident of guys who think they'll get lucky. He doesn't work there, but he's paid during your break.

How is he paid? Well.. you both sneak into the pub's bathroom, and he gets a quickie.

Like today, for example. You're in that tank top that shows off your cleavage in a way that makes his predatory glare even more predatory. He gets... *Almost* violent towards anyone who stares at what he's practically claimed as his. 

And sure you're not "dating," but he lives in your house, sleeps in your bed, he cooks you dinner, and he spends all the time he has while not deployed with you--you *are* his family now. It's kind of nice, really.

Regardless you're both in the pubs bathroom and immediately you're lifted up into his arms, pressed against that sticky, piss stained wall that never seems to stop reeking. His lips are on yours in a matter of seconds, crushing and pushing just the way he wants. Your hands are on his shoulders, unable to do much else. His hands? One is holding you up (his body is doing the rest of the work) and the other has a grip on your jaw. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, twirling around in the sluttiest way.

He pulls back just when you're starting to enjoying it, looking at you with a smirk.

"Not wastin' m'last 14 minutes," Simon says, setting you down on the ground. He starts unbuckling his belt, "Knees.. c'mon."

And of course you get on your knees, after all--generally when you suck him here, he returns the favour at home.

Once he's freed himself from his pants and boxers, both of which are at his ankles, his hand is on his shaft, pumping it a few times over your face.

You open your mouth, tongue slightly sticking out, and he settles the tip on your tongue.

"Gonna take it, huh baby?" He asks with a chuckle, leaning into your mouth slowly. 

And you take it, letting him ease himself into your warm, gooey mouth.

Your tongue swirls around as soon as it's touching cock, "Eager f'me, yeah?" He chuckles darkly, letting out some beastly growls and groans. Once he's fully down your throat, he can't tell you anything; not if your cunt squeezes tighter, not your name, not his name--he's a man possessed by sheer lust and pleasure.

"'Ere we go... Take i' all," he growls out, slowly thrusting in and out of your mouth, each thrust in hitting the back of your throat and making tears more, and thrust out leaving you feel useless and like a fucktoy. He's growling *filth*, telling you about how good your pretty little throat feels, how he wishes he could be fucking you over the counter.

Your hands are shaking, but one makes it up to Simon's thigh, gently holding onto it for support, especially when Simon's hand comes down and starts to use your hair--styled back into a half up-half down bun/ponytail--as a way to keep your head up, pulling and pushing on your head like his own personal fleshlight. You're gagging, mouth sputtering pre and saliva. 

He lets go to give you a moment to breathe, staring down at that pretty face, how tears well in your eyes from the gagging, how saliva is dripping down your face. He checks his watch, and it's 7 minutes left.

He strokes your hair in the hand that was grabbing it originally, his other starting to pump his cock over your face. Your mouth is open, tongue slightly sticking out, your eyes only on his.

He smirks a little, "How eager f'my cum are ya, birdie?" He grunts a little, readjusting his footing and letting go of his cock, "C'mon.. jerk m'off if you're so damn eager."

You hesitate for just a moment, before sitting up slightly and starting to pump your soft little hand. You spit on the tip, lathering it up and staring with those eyes that make Simon melt.

He leans against the wall on his forearm, starting to groan, "Open wide, dove," he growls out, putting his hand over yours, making you pump faster and faster. He stumbles a little, his hand stifling as cum sputters out his angry tip, dropping into your open, eager mouth.

He guides your hand, continuing to ride out his orgasm. Cum spills all over your eager little mouth, a large grin on your face. You swallow and he just chuckles, grinning weakly.

He bends over, picking his boxers and pants up, getting his belt redone as you stand back up and adjust yourself.

"C'mon, dovie, let's get you cleaned up," he says, stroking your cheek. He wipes your face with paper towels, and he kisses your forehead when he's finished.

"You feelin' ready f'work now?" He asks, holding your face--more cradling it--with a tender expression.

"Yeah, I think so," you mumble, leaning up and kissing his cheek.

"Alright, go on, dovie," he says, giving your ass a little slap as you leave the bathroom.

[anantaru]

neuvillette loves your tits, just laying on top of them fills him with joy— it's like every last scrap of rational thoughts he‘s got left in him dissolves the second he feels them on him, sitting pretty and waiting for his warm mouth to play with them.

or on yet another important note, he likes kissing them for that matter— maybe even suck on them, hard, until his saliva oozes out the sides of his mouth, while his fingers are buried in your cunt, soaking wet and fucking your slick back into you.

well, they’re always in his mouth, your pretty tits, exposed and erected, while his digits are heavily filling you up, rough and curling up after each jolt forward. "i like the way you feel down there," he says, "and there." he curls his fingers up as you moan at the blunt shove.

at the same time, you mentally appload yourself for not giggling at least a little bit, your bofriends dirty talking was one of the things he couldn’t find himself to be that playful at, it‘s more aloof and reserved in its tone yet he tries and you secretly love it— get off on it too when he tells you how you made him feel.

your eyes drift shut when he takes one nipple in his mouth again, planting his tongue on top, hollowing his cheeks before letting go, working his lips to give you your much deserving attention.

your breathing was heavy, blending within the bounds of neuvillette's intoxicating scent, sweet, for one, like freshly picked out romaritime flowers.

you're becoming dizzy of the smell, even more with all the heat and filth building on your core— his large fingers pistoling inside and out, his mouth not once detaching from your breasts as he stimulated you on two parts of your body. it‘s safe to say that you knew you wouldn't be able to keep on for much longer, with your hips twisting and twitching the way they did, soiling his palm and digits with your slick.

one long, deep curse rolls right off your tongue afterwards, and again, there it was— fuck, your spine arches when you cry out neuvillette's name, his silver hair tickling your chin as he messily slurps up his saliva on your tits, suckling on your mounds and groaning feral against the flesh, finishing the job by smearing his spit back on you.

his fingers are driving deeper, always, curving hard and stroking you on the inside, your arms falling leisurely on his head as your head tips back, mouth slipped open to moan out.

and your handsome neuvillette loves this view of you, swiftly opening his eyes which were glittering with anticipation, fast to catch you come undone, proud of himself because really— the man was a quick learner, you certainly figured that out tonight, always attentive, so desperately craving to please your pretty cunt.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[madamejadex]

"Mmm, look at you," I coo, my voice thick like honey as I curl my fingers under your chin and tilt your head back, just enough to make you meet my gaze in that dazed, blissed-out haze. "Such a messy little slut. Can’t even stay still, can you?"

You swallow thickly at my words, but your body leans in instinctively, hips shifting, thighs trembling. Hungry. Needy. Mine.

But inside, what I’m really thinking is: You’re divine. Absolutely breathtaking. You ache so beautifully for me. I’ll never get tired of this view… of you.

"My pathetic little thing..." I whisper next, my fingers dragging across the slick heat between your thighs. "You’d do anything for Mommy, wouldn’t you?"

You nod fast, frantic, a high-pitched whimper caught in your throat. Your lips try to form something like a 'yes,' but it’s lost in the moan that spills out instead.

Your tears are threatening now, clinging to your lashes, blinking fast as if your body can’t decide if it’s overwhelmed or overjoyed. Probably both.

And I think: You’re so trusting. So brave. My perfect girl. You don’t even know how much I love you for this. I don’t take it for granted, not for one second.

I press a kiss to your temple. Just once.

Then I pull away again, drag my nails down your spine slow and sharp, just to watch the ripple of your back, the way you arch into the sting. Then before you even know what hit you, I deliver a hard slap. The sound echoes and you cry out, but you don't move away.

"Does my baby feel a little dumb tonight, hm?" I purr as I deliver another sharp smack, watching your body jolt. Your back arches for me, your hips twitching for more. "You’re really are too far gone to even think now, aren’t you?"

You moan. Just a sound, so raw, so open.

"Say it," I order with a drawn out croon. "Say what you are."

Your voice is nearly a whimper. "I’m… I’m your dumb little baby, Mommy… s’too much— but I like it, I like it, I—"

"Shh, I know." I stroke you tenderly, then strike again. Your thighs twitch, your knees buckle slightly, and you sob so prettily.

But in my mind, I’m holding you close: You’re not dumb at all. You’re clever, intuitive, emotionally rich. You let me take you to this place because you know I’ll bring you back. I’ll never let you fall alone.

"Pathetic," I breathe, slower this time, drawing the word out as I rake my nails lightly down your back, over tender, already-reddened skin. I lean closer, tongue trailing your jaw, and murmur against your cheek, "Dripping just from my voice. How filthy is that, my little slut?"

You moan again, helpless. "Mmm… yes... yes... so slutty for you… can’t think, Mommy… just wanna be good…"

I groan softly against your ear. "That’s my girl."

Another slap, and you whimper. Another, and your knees give, but I catch you, always. One arm loops around your waist as I press your back firmly against my front.

"This is what I do to you, hmm? Turn that sharp little mind to mush with just my voice, my hands."

You whimper, voice slurring. "Yours… all yours…"

"Yes, you are," I groan, dragging my hand between your legs again. So wet, so swollen, perfect. I push two fingers in without warning, and you cry out, your body gripping me tight.

"You were made for this," I murmur against your temple. "Made for me."

You nod, whining, "I—I can’t think, Mommy—"

"Good," I say, curling my fingers inside you. "Don’t think. Just take."

You fall apart so beautifully, loud, messy, soaking my fingers as I press my mouth to your neck, whispering filth and praise in the same breath.

But inside, my heart aches with how much I adore you: You're my treasure. My good girl. My everything. You crave the sting because you trust the hands that deliver it. And I will never stop cherishing that.

I slow the pace, fingers still deep inside you, but softer now. I kiss the side of your face, damp with tears.

"You did so well for me," I whisper. "Mommy's so proud of you."

You’re shaking in my arms, lips parted, dazed and spent, and I hold you tighter. Your body is mine to break, yes… but your soul is mine to protect. Always.

[yokumirumerafan]

Hi i hope this isn’t a bother but can you do that Y/N found a wounded animal and forces the character to take care of it with them (with the uppermoons, Muzan, Tamayo and Yushiro)

Please and thank you :)

Upper Moons, Muzan, Tamayo, and Yushiro would react to Y/N finding a wounded animal and forcing them to take care of it together

📌 Post Info: 💬 Request: Y/N finds a wounded animal and forces the characters to take care of it with them 👥 Characters Included: Upper Moons, Muzan, Tamayo, Yushiro, + Hashira (Sanemi & Obanai added for drama 😭) 🌎 AUs Used: Canonverse 📖 Summary: Y/N stumbles upon an injured animal and, without a second thought, forces certain Demon Slayer characters (and demons) to help take care of it. Some react calmly. Some… not so much.

🌑 Muzan Kibutsuji Disgusted. "Why would I, the Demon King, care for a weak, insignificant creature?" Tries to ignore it, but if Y/N insists (or gives him the silent treatment), he just sighs and lets them do what they want. "Fine, but it stays away from me." Cue the animal immediately liking him. Secretly watches Y/N care for it and starts wondering why they care so much. Might even start seeing a weird parallel to his past life. 🌒 Kokushibo At first, he doesn't react much. Just stares at the small, wounded thing in Y/N's hands. “...If this is your will, then so be it.” (a.k.a. he just follows along bc he respects Y/N) Ends up silently tending to the animal when Y/N isn’t looking. Pretends not to care, but definitely does. If it’s something small like a bird or rabbit, he finds a quiet place for it to rest. 🌓 Doma “OH?! A tiny helpless creature? JUST LIKE YOU, Y/N~!” Immediately dramatic about it and pretends to be a “loving father” to the animal. "We'll nurse it back to health together, and it will become our cult pet! Oh, this is WONDERFUL!" Accidentally overstimulates the poor thing by holding it too much. Y/N has to stop him. Loses interest after a while, but pretends to still care just to make Y/N happy. 🌔 Akaza “Tch. It’s weak. Let it die.” Absolutely refuses at first. Says it’s not worth the time. But Y/N gives him THE LOOK. And suddenly, he’s holding the tiniest, most fragile thing in his big hands. "I don’t see the point of this." (But he’s secretly protecting it from the cold.) If it gets better, he’ll say, “Good. Now it can survive on its own.” (But he’s lowkey proud.) 🌕 Gyutaro "Ya really think a piece of filth like me should be takin’ care of somethin’ so fragile?" Lowkey scared to touch it. He thinks he’ll hurt it. Y/N is patient with him, and he actually ends up being super gentle with it. Gets attached. “Damn thing’s kinda cute, I guess.” If anyone tries to hurt the animal? He’ll MURDER them. 🌖 Kaigaku "Ugh, why me?!" Complains the most but still helps. Acts like it’s a huge burden, but Y/N notices him secretly making sure it’s warm. "Tch, whatever. If it dies, don’t come crying to me." (Literally the first one to panic when it looks sick.) If it survives? He’s just like, “Of course it lived. It had me.” Tamayo Instantly goes into doctor mode. “Poor thing… Let’s clean the wound first.” Super gentle and efficient. Probably has some kind of herbal remedy for it. Gives Y/N an approving smile, happy to see their kindness. "It will be alright. You have a good heart, Y/N." Yushiro "Why do you care? It's just an animal." Complains like crazy but still helps. If Y/N is sad over it, he gets pissed at whoever hurt it. "Tch. Whoever did this is a waste of space." Ends up being the best at keeping it calm and stable. Pretends to be annoyed but actually proud of himself for saving it.

Eheheh also I feel like I should do some of the Hashira, I'm thinking of Sanemi and Obanai, because everyone else would react calmly except these mfs <33

🐍 Obanai Iguro & 🌪️ Sanemi Shinazugawa React to Y/N Forcing Them to Care for a Wounded Animal

🐍 Obanai Iguro "Absolutely not." The second Y/N shoves the small, wounded animal in his arms, he freezes like he just got cursed. “I am not touching that thing. It’s filthy.” Y/N does not care. They just wrap it in a cloth and shove it at him again. Kaburamaru sniffs it. Now he’s conflicted because if his snake isn’t hissing at it, it must be harmless. “…Fine. But you’re the one feeding it.” (Spoiler: He totally feeds it.) Lowkey protects it without realizing it. If anyone else tries to touch it, he glares. “You’ll scare it. Back off.” Will never admit he cares but will stab someone for it. 🌪️ Sanemi Shinazugawa IMMEDIATE LOUD REACTION. “THE HELL IS THIS?! YOU THINK I GOT TIME FOR A DAMN ANIMAL?!” CROSSES HIS ARMS AND REFUSES. “Not my problem.” Y/N gives him the biggest death glare. Y/N: “Sanemi. Pick it up. Now.” Sanemi: Grumbles, picks it up aggressively like it’s a sack of rice. Instant regret. "Shit, it's shivering—WHAT DO I DO?!" Panics but refuses to show it. Calls Y/N dumb for caring but is the first to keep it warm. “Tch. If it dies, I ain’t takin’ responsibility.” (He’s totally taking responsibility.) If it survives, he acts like it was all Y/N’s doing. Secretly checks up on it when Y/N isn’t looking.

😭 THESE TWO WOULD BE THE MOST DRAMATIC FOR NO REASON. I LOVE THEM. Hope you enjoy, bae!! 💖

[vadersangel]

Temporary - Roman Godfrey x Reader - Oneshot

Synopsis: Everything is temporary, but some things are just too good to let go. Roman Godfrey slowly finds out he might not be as dominant as he thought, and chickens out when faced with the reality of his desires.

Disclaimer: Guys, I had to be warned TWICE by a mutual that I had misspelled very easy, common, simple, absolutely normal words. I'm still sick and fatigued, so bear with me. God's work has to be done, and there's no rest for the wicked. So here it is: my newest baby. My attempt to gift my fellow Roman girlies who believe our boy is a switch. I hope you enjoy it. I know I need to create a tag list, but my brain is mush nowadays. I promise to get to it soon. Love y'all. As per usual, special thanks for @peachesinto for the undying support. Love you, bestie.

Genre: smut smut smut, pure filth and more smut, switch Roman Godfrey, soft femdom reader.

Trigger Warnings: sex, foul language.

Word count: 2457

Boy, love isn’t easy, it's hard She said: Boy, love isn't easy, it's heartache Boy, see everyone leaves and your heart breaks (Lovin' you is heartache) But I still hold on Oh, I still hold on – Chase Atlantic

Having Roman Godfrey’s emerald green eyes on you feels simultaneously like having the first breath of cold fresh air on a winter morning and an asthma attack. The air fills your lungs so completely that there’s no room to accommodate it, and you try to exhale but it’s impossible, so you choke on it. You drown on it. On the note of drowning, being with him also reminded me of when I was a child and took swimming lessons. At one point, I learned how to empty my lungs and sink to the bottom of the pool to sit there. The pressure in my ears was intense, but it was so peaceful… It only lasted a few seconds, of course, before I had to swim to the surface again. Last time I counted, I managed to stay thirty seconds underwater, my personal record.

Just like sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool, being peacefully with Roman couldn’t last too long. Eventually, I would need to breathe. Or he would. Or both of us would. And I knew since day one that something would come up to disrupt our situationship. Most people would be too anxious, too demanding, having high hopes and dreams that would have pushed him to the opposite direction a lot sooner. Not me, though. Seven years of therapy had taught me better and I was proud to be very much in control of my emotions; I never expected from people any more than they were capable of giving me, and on the other hand, I never gave too much of myself either. To me, everyone aside from my family was more or less just passing through, a temporary fix before I went off to college and really started living my life. Just temporary, no matter how nice they were, how beautifully their green eyes glistened under the dim sunlight, or how well they fucked, they would all go away at some point. In a way, Roman and I were cut from the same cloth: he ran away whenever anyone got too close, and I never really had to run away because I never got too close to begin with.

Still, those full sinful lips of his, that always curled into an equally sinful smile when he came, felt just too deliciously plump to deny. And then again, those eyes were a tidal wave, dragging me, drowning me. 

When he showed me a side of him not many others had been allowed to see, I knew it was the beginning of the end. It started with the first time he asked me to be on top;

“Can you… Like… Ride me?” The uncertainty in his voice, the way his pupils dilated leaving only a small ring of green visible, made me shiver. He came harder that night than he had ever before, lying on my bed with swollen parted lips and his breathing coming out in ragged gasps. For weeks, it was all he dared to bring up.

Until one day when I was showing him a few sailor knots I had learned last summer from a cousin who joined the Marines. I showed him the Highwayman’s Hitch, then the Slip Knot and finally the Handcuff Knot. To show him the latter, I tied his wrists together and the look on his face was priceless. Then his eyebrows drew together in skepticism as he asked me why the hell did my cousin teach me that. I laughed in response, rolling my eyes at him. But that seemed to have rented a penthouse in his head because a couple of days later he asked me to show him that knot again. So I did. I tied his wrists together firmly. He didn’t have to voice what was going on in that wicked mind of his because his eyes spoke for themselves when he leaned back against the bed’s headboard with a defiant look in his eyes–the fucking little brat! He was already so hard when I slid down his pants, his tip leaking pre-cum and making me salivate. I ran my tongue along his shaft, then swirled it around his tip, tasting his fluid and finally sliding it into the small drippy slit of his cock. He whined, his head tilting back against the headboard, his eyes closing for a brief second before he stared blankly at the ceiling as if his soul had just left his body. In a way, it scared me and I was about to untie him when he spoke in a throaty voice,

“Don’t you dare stop!”

With those eyes, he silently asked me to tie him up countless times after that. It was always the same; he would get in my room when my parents were away, or asleep, casually lie on my bed for a few minutes, before reaching out for the drawer in my bedside table. He would start fumbling through my things, as if he owned everything, until he found the rope. And he would always ask me to try and teach him again how to do that knot. Invariably, it would end with him tied up and cumming all over himself, over me, over my sheets–making a mess of both of us and everything near us.

Roman was tied to a chair, his hands firmly bound behind his back, in our favorite sailor’s knot. He was not fully naked, though, just his arousal exposed to my greedy eyes while I eagerly pressed a vibrator against his tip. His head lolled back. The muscles in his abdomen flexed under his shirt. Again, his eyes glazed over and it never failed to startle me a little. But once again, his hips bucked against the vibrator and a soft moan rolled off his lips.

“You’re…” His voice trailed off mid-sentence, and he had to take in a sharp breath before being able to finish his trail of thought “You’re a psycho!” He chuckled, a gruff and needy sound that made me impossibly wetter in my already damp panties. I had ruined his second orgasm, and he let out an exasperated grunt, pulling at the rope that tied him to the chair. I watched him squirm, contort, and shut his eyes tightly. His cock twitching, throbbing desperately as a few drops of cum pathetically leaked from him staining his shirt. 

Then Roman looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and arousal,

“Slap me…” It was a request, but it sounded an awful lot like a demand. I laughed at him.

“You gotta ask nicely.” I said, with the most wicked grin on my face.

His eyes rolled in annoyance, but when I pressed the vibe against the tip of his cock again, he caved,

“Please?” His voice sounded whiny, so cute I just had to kiss his forehead.

I should have known it would be too much for him.

After that, he ghosted me. Or rather yet, I was the ghost, because he walked past me in the school hallways as if I wasn’t even there. Chest so puffed, with his arm around Ashley Valentine’s neck. Being peacefully with Roman couldn’t last too long. Eventually, I would need to breathe. Or he would. Or both of us would. I should have known that relinquishing his natural power–something he believed he should have simply by breathing–even if he did so willingly, would make him retreat into himself once more.

I’m not gonna lie, I just wanted to curl up on the floor in a fetal position and disappear. Sink into the depths of the Earth to never be seen again. But, I was smart enough to know the drill; everything was temporary, everyone was a placeholder. Roman Godfrey would always do what Roman Godfrey does–only this time he wasn’t the only shark in the tank. He found his match. I was his co-op partner on hard mode.

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Later that same week, I had Henry up against a wall at Brooke Bluebell’s party and a very displeased Roman Godfrey staring at us with clenched teeth and fiery eyes. I swear I could feel his gaze burning on my skin when Henry delicately tangled his fingers in my hair while my thumb grazed his bottom lip. And Henry was so sweet. I could have loved him. In another lifetime, another reality, he could have been mine and I would have been happy. Not in a world where Roman Godfrey exists, though. In a world where Roman Godfrey existed everything more or less gravitated towards him. Like a blackhole, he pulled me in.

Henry’s breath caught in his throat while I kissed his neck softly, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses all over his sensitive skin. I felt his arousal pressing against my stomach through his jeans. When a low, guttural moan escaped his lips, all I could think about was Roman. Roman Godfrey and his plush lips. Roman Godfrey panting and squirming under me. Roman Godfrey and his large hands all over my body. I had to pull away from Henry because I knew it wasn’t fair to him. Thankfully, he didn’t notice that my current state of flusteredness wasn’t due to him, but to my sinful thoughts about another guy.

“Will you excuse me for a few minutes? Gonna grab another drink…” I said, smiling sweetly at him. His eyes beamed when he smiled back at me and he planted the most gentle kiss ever over my lips before unwrapping his arms from my waist and letting me go.

When I turned around, Roman was clearly fuming! His hand gripped his beer bottle so tightly that I thought it was going to break. He bit his bottom lip–not like he did when he was aroused, no–this was a very specific quirk of his, something he did when things were not going as he had initially planned. My eyes widened at the sight of his dilated pupils, and I felt like prey he wanted to sink his teeth into. It looked like he would rip me open if he could, with his bare hands. Right before I averted my gaze and walked past him, I saw his eyes spark devilishly. I knew he was up to no good when Roman strode toward sweet, innocent Henry, who had moved from the wall and was now talking to two of his friends. My heart clenched in my chest; I was about to walk back to Henry, to try and grab Roman’s arm and prevent him from putting in motion whatever sick idea that he had in mind, but it was too late. Roman's shoulder bumped into Henry on purpose, making him lose his balance a little.

Henry didn’t say a word, he just frowned at Roman in confusion–they had never had any trouble before. And it would have ended there because Roman was headed toward the exit of Brooke’s house, probably to grab a smoke, when one of Henry’s friends decided to be stupid,

“Freak!” The guy said sarcastically, making Roman stop in his tracks. The way he turned, deliberately slow, told me he had gotten exactly what he wanted.

“What did you just say?” Roman’s eyes squinted with a terrifying, psychotic rage.

“You heard me!”

Henry, who watched the whole scene dumbfounded tried to reach for his friend’s arm

“It’s ok, just leave it alone!” Henry tried, but his friend didn’t listen to him.

Roman’s smirk turned into a wide, predatory grin.

“Punch him.” Everyone–because now they had managed to call everyone’s attention at the party–gasped at Roman’s words.

“What?” The guy was flabbergasted at first.

“You heard me!”

The guy turned around and his fist landed straight on Henry’s face, making him fall on the ground completely stunned, and clearly in pain. With a bleeding nose and a satisfied look on his smug face, Roman turned around and left. He waltzed out of the mess he had made and I was still trying to understand how the hell he had managed to make Henry’s own friend punch him. I thought it had to be some sort of blackmailing! Henry’s friends rushed to help him, the one who had punched him kneeling down to help him up muttering apologies. 

Meanwhile my legs had a life of their own because I walked out of Brooke’s house following Roman.

“Roman!” I shouted.

He turned to face me, cleaning his nose with a handkerchief. He didn’t say a word, turned around again and headed toward his stupid cherry-red jaguar.

When he opened the door to get in, I placed my hand on the door slamming it shut. My jaw clenched as I waited for him to acknowledge my presence.

“What the fuck?” He turned to face me once more, his lips pressed in a thin line.

I walked a few steps away from him to try and gather my thoughts. Then I faced him, ready to give him a piece of my mind:

“Are you downright insane? Clinically psychotic?”

“They started the whole thing, what are you on about?” He shook his head in mock disbelief, feigning offense as if he had been the one scorned.

“You ask me to tie you up, do a bunch of things to you, treat me like I’m nothing, show up with Ashley fucking Valentine wrapped around you… And then when I decide to give you the smallest taste of your own medicine, you go ballistic? Fuck off, Roman! You got all flustered because you let your mommy issues show through and you can’t handle the truth about yourself! Fuck you!” My words came out in a rush, tumbling out, tripping over one another.

He laughed dryly with a snort, crossed the distance between us in two long strides, and cupped my face with his abnormally large hands, towering over me.

“I’m gonna show you mommy issues!” His voice came out low, in a warning, through clenched teeth that threatened to attack me. So close to my lips I could almost taste him. His expensive Chanel scent clouding my judgment even further—as if that was even possible!

“Then show me, Roman!” I said.

“It’s a shame…” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, “it’s a damn shame that you smell like that fucking loser. Now I have to cum all over you just to prove a point…”

I gulped. My eyes widening. But then I smirked at him,

“You say this now. Then we get back to mine and you beg me to tie you up.”

He shrugged.

“That’s why I’m taking you back to mine.”

Everything is temporary; people are just passing through. But we can do it just once more, drag it on a little longer, before the inevitability of separation hits us.

[pedropascalsx]

Release {Joel Miller x F! Reader}

Summary: You convince Joel to let you take control and he agrees but only once.

Warnings: sub/dom dynamics, consensual use of restraints, handjob, oral (male receiving), edging, orgasm denial, brief mentions of previous sexual encounters and cum eating.

Word count: 1441.

Authors note: i have not successfully finished a fic in over a year and i wrote this today in two hours, so i can’t promise you it’s very good. but i’ve had no confidence in my writing for the longest time and honestly im just really proud that i’ve finished something and i’m able to post.

i would really really really appreciate feedback as it’s been so long since i’ve written anything (positive or not! constructive criticism would be helpful if you have any!)

thank you guys! i hope you enjoy!

The sounds of metal clanging against metal momentarily drowns out the sound of his groans, as he attempts to lift his hands despite the restraints keeping them behind his back.

Sweat stains his skin and his chest heaves up and down as his eyes widen in protest as you threaten to stop. He’s taken it for so long, that the hard exterior that he’s spent years and years building has started to crack, leaving behind a man that’s desperate and unashamed to beg for you to give him what he needs.

He was reluctant at first, but you knew he would be, he has always been in complete control of every situation especially when it came to pleasure. From the moment he knew he had your consent, everything was on his terms - every position and the amount of times you’d be coming would be up to him. Until now.

You had spent weeks whispering filth into his ears, or begging loudly as he brought you to orgasm with his fingers or his cock and finally his reserve slipped.

“Just once.” Joel growled at you, earlier that day as exhaustion lingered in his bones, you had promised to take care of him and make every second worth his while and you were doing just that.

The second you have him firmly in place with the handcuffs he frequently uses on you, you take your position, kneeled in front of him with everything you’ll need ready to make him squirm, groan and curse your name.

You start off slow, squirting a little bit of oil on your hands and working it up and down his shaft, gently squeezing the tip of him with your thumb and working your hands back down again. Your hands stroke his cock in a slow languid manner, your tongue occasionally lapping up the liquid leaking from the tip before moving your head back.

As your speed increases, you twist your wrists with every pump of his cock, loving the way his groans become more frequent and he stops attempting to conceal the delicious sounds, letting them fall freely as you work him towards his pleasure. “How does it feel, Joel?” You whisper, before taking the tip of him in your mouth and sucking, still stroking the rest of his cock.

He grunts in response too lost in the way your mouth feels wrapped around his cock to attempt to make a coherent statement. You respond by hollowing your cheeks and sucking even harder, before pulling off him with a loud pop.

Sitting back, you admire the way the tip of his cock is flushed red and is leaking with pleasure. Your fingers wrap back around his shaft, and you start stroking and squeezing until you know he’s on the edge, ready to burst, and that’s when you pull them away. Loving the way he growls in response, demanding that you give him his pleasure, but you don’t, instead you cover his lips with yours and swallow every last grunt of frustration before standing up and moving backwards.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growls at you, as you walk across the room, saying nothing as you start to rifle through your bag.

You don’t respond. You keep looking until you find what you’re after, and only then do you make your way back to him. Saying nothing as you resume your kneeled position in front of him. You tear open the plastic and discard it somewhere beside you, presenting him the ring you’re about to wrap around him. The sound he makes is nothing short of feral, and it makes your cunt throb.

You gently roll the ring down to the base of his cock, and give him a few more languid strokes. “You have a gorgeous cock, Joel,” you mewl, before leaning closer and running your tongue around the tip. Wasting no more time, your strokes are fast and steady, each stroke synchronized to his breathing. ”Good boy,” you praise, as his cock throbs in your hand. His breath hitches as you take his balls in your other hands and gently squeeze his sack, while pumping his length.

“You’re so fucking hard,” you tease up at him, “I bet you’d wreck me with this on,” you say, as your fingertips trail over the ring and his cock twitches in response.

“Untie me and find out.” he growls and you simply shake your head.

“Next time, baby.”

His chest starts to heave harder and faster and you know he's getting close, he’s been denied an orgasm already and the way he’s started rocking his hips and fucking into your hands makes you think he’s determined not to be denied again, but you’re in charge, you look up at him and pout your lips and slowly shake your head before pulling your hands away, loving that way his cock bobs up and down after you let go.

“Not yet, Joel.” The tips of your fingers gently stroke his cock, as he grunts in frustration.

“Make me cum.” He demands, as you bring your face up to his, and bump your nose against his. “Now. And I won’t be as rough on you as I was planning for your punishment.”

“Punishment?” With a shake of your head, you tut. “A punishment for making you feel good? For worshipping this gorgeous cock, Joel? That’s not very nice.”

You don’t wait for his response, instead you drop back down to your knees and take him in your mouth as deep as you can, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard. Looking up you keep your eyes trained on his eyes and you lick from base to tip, before taking the tip of him back in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around him and you moan in pleasure at the taste of him and the liquid spilling from the tip. He groans your name, as you wrap your fingers around the ring and increase the tightness.

The only sounds he can make of groans of pleasure as you bob your head up and down moaning around his sensitive flesh. You take him as deep as you can and hollow your cheeks, swallowing around him for as long as you can before pulling up for air. Momentarily feeling as wrecked as he looks. The telltale sign of him reaching the edge comes a lot quicker than you’re expecting, and you question whether he’s at his limit before deciding that he can take it a little longer and letting him fall out of your mouth. You wrap your fingers back around him giving him a few soft strokes - barely squeezing tight enough for him to feel any pleasure and look up at his wrecked exhaustion self.

You expect to hear a barrage of curses and moans, but instead he just whimpers and groans a few times. And that’s when he starts to thrash his hands and the sound of the metal handcuffs hitting the metal chair floods your ears and you know he’s at his limit.

Drenched in sweat, and clearly desperate for relief as he eyes focus on your hands - clearly concerned you’re going to stop.

“Please,” he begs, and it’s all you need. You reach down and roll the ring off his cock and let it fall to the floor, before wrapping your hand around him firmly.

“You ready for some release, Joel?” You ask, before stroking him hard and fast. Twisting your wrist as you pump him in even strokes, keeping your pace nice and steady. His tip is flushed an angry red, and leaking more pre-cum with every stroke. You swipe some with your thumb and work it into his cock. Keeping him nice and slick. You shower him with praise as his cock starts to throb and twitch in your hand. The sound he makes as he starts to cum is delicious, it's a pleasure like you’ve never heard from him before and it fills your chest with warmth.

You stroke him with both hands, and with every flick of your wrists he rewards you with another spurt of his cum. Your hands and wrists covered in his pleasure, ready for you to taste once you’re finished.

Finally with a loud groan and a final spurt of his cum you know he’s completely spent. His eyes widen as he watches you taste him off your own skin, not letting a single drop go to waste.

“You were perfect,” you praise him, as you push and press a kiss to his lips. “And I’ll be ready and waiting to take whatever punishment coming my way.” You tease with a wink.