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softestqueeen · 2 months ago

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prompt: "Oh? Does that turn you on?" a/n: sub!spencer lives in my head rent free. i hope you like it, enjoy <3 so, this is a repost beacause the original post got literally 0 notes and i want to see if tumblr is the issue or if it was really my writing 😭 original post + request warings:18+ MDNI!!, smut, pet names, hand job, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink pairing: sub!spencer reid x dom!reader I 979 words special prompts I special masterlist

You were standing in the kitchen of your boyfriends flat. Spencer Reid could do a lot of things and knew how to do even more things, but the one thing he never quite mastered, was cooking.

By no means were you a good chef, but you knew you way around a kitchen and could whip up a few meals. Which is why you were currently in Spencers kitchen, showing him how to do a simple lasagna.

"And that's how you do the layers. The key is to stay consistent and make the layers even. Now you go ahead and try, Spence."

Your boyfriend didn't enjoy the cooking as much as the close proximity while you were showing him how to do all the steps, guiding his hands or just hugging him from the side while watching something cook.

Watching Spencer cook away made pride swell in your chest. This wasn't your first cooking lesson and it was definetely a dramatic improvement from your first one, where you had a quick bathroom back and once you returned he managed to completely burn the pasta sauce. He looked like a kicked puppy while you threw the sauce away.

But since then he had gotten significantly better, even surprising you with a home cooked meal on your anniversery.

Once Spencer successfully laid out the next layer of the long pasta and sauce, you couldn't help but smile.

"You did such a good job, you're getting better and better," you knew your boyfriend loved it when you praised him, so you decided to tease him a little bit with it ,"you're such a good boy, Spencer."

That made him stop. Spencer was glad that he wasn't facing you right now, but rather was standing at the counter with you standing behind him to his right, now looking at his face. You immediately saw his blush, but Spencer was glad you couldn't see the boner he was now sporting after hearing his words.

He knew you were teasing him in a way, though you were still earnest. Still, he couldn't keep his body from reacting, the words planting a seed inside of his mind in a place he hadn't dared to discover yet.

You could see immediately what had happened, how your words affected Spencer. A slow smile spread over your face and you stepped closer to him, your lips now directly next to his ear.

"Oh, does that turn you on? I didn't know you liked being called that, though you were always my good boy." Now you were being a bit mean, but you knew that Spencer would tap out if it got too much.

At you calling him a good boy again, Spencers breath hitched. He wasn't surprised that you almost immediately caught on to his feelings.

You reached around his hip, palming his length through his trousers, making Spencer moan. Starting to pepper kisses over his neck, while Spencer leaned against you, just teasing him for now.

"You like that, baby? Me calling you a good boy?" He could hear you so clearly with your mouth directlly to his ear and his cock twitched in reaction to your filthy words.

It took him a moment to register that you asked him a question, but once he did he nodded, putting more of his weight against you.

"Words, baby, I need words. Be a good boy for me or I'll stop."

"Y- Yes, I- uhm, do like it when you call me that. Please, please I need you."

You could feel him throbbing though his trousers, deciding to have some mercy. Slowly undoing his belt and popping open the button of his jeans. Reaching inside you pull out his length, the tip glistening with precum as Spencer let out a relieved sigh.

Taking him in your hand you slowly start to move up and down, spreading the precum on his length. His pretty moans and whines only spurred you on further, not yet increasing your speed, but the grip you had on him, making him gasp.

You knew this was a new situation for the both of you, the dynamic itself already familiar. You decided to test out the waters, Spencer now being able to think clear enough incase he felt uncomfortable with anything.

"Such a good boy for mommy, huh? You like my hand wrapped arounf you?" Spencer moaned at your filthy words, his cock twitching imaptiently in your hand.

"Yes mommy, please more." Jackpot.

You went faster over his length, your free hand wandering to his front as well, slipping under his t-shirt and sprawling out over his stomach, making his muscles contract.

"You're doing so well for me, baby. I can feel you're getting closer."

"Please, mommy, make me cum. I want to be good for you." His breathing was getting more irregular and you could feel him being impossibly close to his high.

"Don't worry baby, yo're already such a good boy for me. Cum for me, cum for mommy."

Your words finally tipped him over the edge, his cum spurting all over his stomach and your hand. You continued to stroke him, your movements slowing down while he calmed down as well.

You peppered kisses onto evey free patch of skin you could reach at the moment and retracted your hand, taking a paper towel to clean you both up. After washing your hands and cleaning up the evidence of your short lived passion, you were ready to get things done.

"Well I'd say you finish the lasagna and then we'll contine. What do you say, Spence?"

With those words you left a stunned and sputtering Spencer behind. He turned around, looking at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes. But once you gave him a pointed look, he immediately went back to the lasagna.

You were sure you've never seen someone layer anything that fast.

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sh4rkkks · 15 days ago

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𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜!𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 ༒

𝐓𝐰: 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝-𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐦/𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 | 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 ’𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭’ 𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

the terrifying Ghost, large hulking lieutenant of the tf141. you’ve known him for a while now, the regular appeal of his character a striking blow to your personality. he never speaks, never dares to look you in the eye as he walks by. the few glances you swipe at him are passing stares, watching from afar as Price drones on about missions. you watch him, just watch as he lives his life.

you’ve offered your assistance when he looks like he needs it, only to be shot down by a stern grunt—or if you’re lucky, a sharp no. he’s a peculiar figure, one who you’ve wanted to dig inside for so long now. you can’t lie to yourself, you’re utterly amazed by him. the way he carries himself at such a tall standard is as inspiring as it is attractive.

“good work with the sweep, i’m going to need the paperwork from each of you by tomorrow and…” Prices voice drones on, a practiced speech he gives after every successful mission. it’s the same spiel every time, a metaphoric pat on the back if you will. you pay no mind to him, alert in case of a change to routine, but your head is elsewhere. you’re sitting across the table from Ghost, watching. watching like you always do.

it’s an analytical approach, one you use on many people in interrogation when you want to read their body language. but with Ghost it’s different. his face is hidden behind the dark balaclava he wears. the worn skull pattern mocks you, almost taunting the ideas of what may lie beneath it. his dark eyes are focused on Price, eyebrows drawn together as if this is the first time hearing the script before. he shifts back in his chair as if he can feel your eyes on him, though he never dares to look at you.

his eyes are a dark hazel, sticking out against the dark eye grease he’s so clearly half assed onto his skin. you wonder what the grease feels like. is it a stale paste that is a burden to rub on? must not be if he wares it so frequently. his lashes flutter against the dark grease, and if you look hard enough you can see the blonde coloring closer to his eyelid. you’ve observed the small amounts of skin he’s let be shown so much you’ve created an image of him in your mind.

he shifts again, almost startling you by the movement of crossing his arms. what really gets your heart going is when his eyes find yours. his brows pull even further together, like he’s insulted you would dare look at him. but you can’t take your eyes off him. he blinks slowly, a subtle shift to his pupils as he narrows his eyes in your direction, the hazel of his irises disappearing behind the cold look.

“dismissed.” that’s all you register before Ghost is out the meeting room door.

the gym is quiet, the soft hum of the overhead fans filling the room with an almost eerie atmosphere. you don’t mind though, too enamored by the day to care. you cant sleep, your mind consumed by a single pressurized thought. one that you refuse to admit to yourself.

the sweat trickles down your back, the sports bra clinging to your skin in a nauseatingly uncomfortable manner. you sink down from your last hip thrust, body aching as you sit against one of the hard mats. the process of cleaning of the weights is exhausting to say the least, your body in need of any sort of hot compress.

the shower rooms are a nightmare during the daytime, the night providing a much nicer contrast to the usual lines or chaos. as you step into the large room, a faint steam surrounds you, the hiss of one of the showers echoing through the empty spaces. you look around the corner into the main shower room. one of the curtains are closed, a pair of feet visible from under the expanse of the showers before it. the long bench in the middle of the tiled room is currently housing one set of clothes. Ghost.

the familiar skull balaclava he was wearing earlier today is resting right on top of his discarded clothes, placed deliberately on top of the neatly folded black fabrics. you dare not speak, unable to even fathom what might happen if he knew you were just standing here. you’re torn with your choices, debating wether to just ignore him and shower, or run with your tail tucked between your legs.

a groan.

it pulls you from your own head, ricocheting off the tiled walls of the empty rooms. his breathing is labored above the spray of the water, his lips tightened as he seemingly conceals something. he sounds pained, like he’s wounded and forcing himself to shower through the pain. you move without realizing, footsteps silent as you walk past the empty stalls. you don’t even regulate that you’re not breathing, too focused on making sure that your lieutenant isn’t injured.

you almost feel your heart stop. the shower curtain is foggy but still clear, giving you a good view of his large back as it faces you. one of his arms is planted on the wall in front of him, the other seemingly gripping his stomach from what you can see. his back muscles ripple as he sucks in another breath, head tipping back so his face is facing the ceiling. he’s blonde. from what you can see at least, his hair darkened from being wet.

his hand rubs over his stomach, bicep flexing with the movement as he moves it faster. a realization dawns on you, everything going blank in your mind. “Ghost-“ you don’t know what you’re doing, you don’t know why you’re calling out to him as you watch him unfold.

“mm, fuck-“ he reels over slightly, body shaking as he moans. you’re stricken by your own horror as you feel the spot between your legs pulse. “fuck fuck fuck…” his head dips between his shoulders, arm flexing as it slows movement. his shoulders rise and fall as he pants, his mind clearly too clouded to recognize that it was your actual voice, not just imagination.

you swallow, hand reached out like you’re trying to hold him from the other side of the shower curtain. “Ghost,” you repeat, voice timid as if not to scare him. his head whips around, side profile sticking as he hides behind his outstretched arm.

“get the fuck out.” his voice is chilling as he practically yells at you. he spins around, clearly not realizing what he’s just done. his face is fueled by anger but your heart pounds at the tortured beauty of it. his nose is crooked from being broken so many times. there’s a large gash in his right cheek. his eyes fit so well with the rest of his rugged features you don’t even realize how heavily you’re staring until he tugs the shower curtain back. “you hear me?” he snaps. “get out of the goddamn showers.” it’s an eager bite to you, voice low and truly terrifying to an average person.

it would be terrifying if you weren’t so focused on his body. he’s absolutely built, his muscles carved into his scarred and pale skin like it’s never been any other way. it would be terrifying if you weren’t so focused on the way his biceps bulged with each tense and hardened breath. it would be terrifying if you weren’t so focused on the way his cock hangs between his legs. fuck.

he’s semi-hard you assume, only judging on the way it twitches with his movement. you feel lightheaded, your mind consumed by the imprinted picture of the man standing before you. he’s a bit bigger than average, you decide. jesus christ. you can feel your jaw slack as you watch a bead of his cum roll down the base of him. “shit- get-“ he growls in frustration, realizing a moment too late where you’re looking. “stop looking.” he snaps at you. he’s covered himself with a towel before you can begin foaming at the mouth unfortunately, your eyes wandering back up to his face.

“what the fuck are you doing in here?” he runs a hand through his hair, turning away so you can’t see his full face. “showering.” you answer simply, eyes tracing over his side profile. “jesus, fuck.” he scoffs humorously, his laugh hollow as if he can’t believe himself right now. “i-i’’ sorry i didn’t realize you were in here and when i heard you, you sounded like you were hurt, so i came to check on you to make sure everything was okay but-“ he cuts your rambling off by holding up his hand. “found me fucking wanking.” he grumbles, rubbing a hand over his jaw as he continues looking away.

“you don’t have to cover up, i saw everything just now.” you’re not sure how those words slip from your mouth, but they’re met with a glare from the corner of his eye. “this is not an ‘i showed you mine, so you show me yours,” type situation. he snaps. you blink slowly, as if you don’t understand. “it can be,” everything seems to move at lighting speed as the words spill form your tongue. the confidence of your tone isn’t lost on Ghost, his eyes widening in a way only someone who analyzed him every day could notice.

he scrubs a hand down his face, muttering something into the palm. your eyes drift down to where the towel covers his cock, you can see the imprint of it now. so your words did have an effect on him. “Ghost,” your voice is breathy as you stare at the way the towel visibly tents. “don’t-”his voice is gravely, a shiver rolling through his body. “are you embarrassed?” you feel more timid now, trying to hide the amusement in your voice at the flush that creeps up his neck.

“yes i’m fucking embarrassed,” he snaps. “j’st heard me fuckin’…” he makes a grotesque movement with his hand, mimicking a stroke of his cock. he drops his hand, scoffing at himself. “why am i even- the fuck are you doing?”

you’re stripping, that’s what. you’ve got the workout shorts you were wearing gone, left in the sports bra and panties covered in sweat. “you showed me yours, so i show you mine.” you say like it’s the simplest thing on earth. he swallows, unable to speak or move as you take off your underwear, stepping out of the fabric and kicking it aside. your sports bra comes next, arms working to peel the material over your head. you’re breathing heavily as you eyes find his again.

“you..” he’s at a loss for words, his eyes averting your body as whole. you huff with frustration, walking forward until you’re able to take his hand in yours, guiding it to rest on your stomach. “touch,” you tell him simply. his eyes drift down to where you’ve placed his hand, immediately moving closer like its muscle memory. his eyes follow the movement of his own hand as he drags it down your skin. his palm runs down your stomach, shifting to the left before he comes in contact with the soft pussy he’s been dreaming of.

his fingers squeeze at the flesh of your hip, his eyes moving their own path around your body. he grunts in response when you let out a pleased hum, his eyes never leaving your skin as he lifts his other hand. the towel covering him drops to his feet instantly, giving you a clear view of him. his tip is now a puffy pink, drooling at the slit just from touching you. he stumbles forward as his hand reaches up to your chest, palming at the soft globe of your tit. he crowds you against the tile wall in the shower, dragging the curtain closed like someone would walk in at this hour. you hiss as your back comes in contact with the cold wall, immediately warmed by his body pressing against yours.

“can i touch your pussy?” his voice is a quiet huff, eyes still moving over the way his hand gropes your chest. you nod, smiling to yourself at the embarrassment he feels. “you want to?” you can’t help the amusement that seeps from your voice. his eyes snap to yours, glaring but then softening at the look on your face. he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing. “please.” his head tilts, nose brushing against your cheek bone as he pushes his hips against your thigh. you can feel the precome running down your skin, as he shifts. a soft sound leaves your lips as his hand on your hip trails over to your pubic mound. the heel of his hand rests against your lower stomach as two fingers dip between your thighs. he gently touches your lower lips, parting them with a hitched inhale.

you feel as his head moves from yours, his eyes moving down to where he fiddles with your flesh. his breathing is heavy, shoulders moving with each passing second as he practically pants. his fingers spread your pussy lips, granting himself access to run them through the soaked slit. he swears under his breath as he brushes his fingers over your puffy clit, tugging his hand away to push his fingers into his mouth. his eyes close as he sucks, entranced by you and your sweet taste.

“j’st wanna-“ he grabs at your hips, tugging them against his as he shifts. his cock rubs against your clit, sliding through the puffy folds. he groans at the feeling, chest constricting with urge to hold his sounds back. “oh fuck-“ his head dips to press his forehead against yours. you moan at the pressure against your clit, sound swallowed by the spray of the shower still running.

his hips rub against yours, soft pants coming from his lips as he practically humps you. “Ghost..” your arms wrap around his neck, tugging at the strands of his wet hair. “don’t do that- don’t say my name in that voice.” he warns. “g’nna cum too fast.” you almost laugh at his words, but your mind is cut off by pure ecstasy as his tip rubs against your entrance. “j’st wanna put it in-” one of his hands move to grip the base of his cock, rubbing it against your hole. “can i? i promise i wont cum inside ya-“ he shifts forward a bit, not even waiting for your response as he presses fully against you. “just- oh fuck yeah-”

you feel the almost painful stretch as he sinks the tip of himself inside you, his hand strangling the flesh of your hip as he holds himself back. his head moves to rest against your shoulder, biting down on your skin to stop his whines threatening to escape. you feel as your legs begin to tremble, the ache subsiding as you’re filled with pure desire. “c’mon,” he’s talking to himself, his hips bucking forward in sloppy desperation. “tight fuckin’ pussy.” he grumbles, a string of drool collecting on the skin of your shoulder as he sheathes himself further inside you. it’s like he’s in a trance, his whole body shaking as he sloppily grinds against you. “you touch her? late at night,”

“yeah, Ghost. think of you when i do.” your head tips back against the tile wall, body shivering as he sinks even deeper. “yeah, yeah you do. good fuckin’ cunt.” he nods, slurring his words. he thrusts forward, fully sitting himself inside you with one single groan. he holds there for a beat, holding his breath as he collects himself. his lips find the skin of your neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth as he moves his hips. they’re rough thrusts, his swollen tip kissing your cervix as he fucks himself into your pussy.

you run your hand down his back, soothing him as he ruts into you. “so good,” you whisper into his ear, your lips grazing the shell. “mhm.” he nods. “yeah, m’making y’r pussy feel good.” his words are a jumbled mess, access growing thicker as he loses himself in you. “please lemme make you feel good.”

god he’s pathetic

“you are making me feel good,” you assure him. “m’k j’st wanna fuck you good.” he mumbles into your skin. one of his hands move to where you’re joined, two of his fingers searching for your clit. you reach down, guiding him to the small bundle of nerves with a soft chuckle. you guide him as he rubs at you, adjusting him to how you like your pussy played with. he moans, thrusts growing sloppy as he rolls your clit between the pads of his fingers. “please come-“ he begs. you’re swallowing thickly, unable to get words out as your legs tremble with pleasure.

the moment you come undone he’s a goner, his hands braced on the wall beside your head as he fucks into you at a frankly painful pace. “yeah fuck…fuck…fuck..” he pants, snapping his hips against yours at every swear. you feel as he spills inside of you, clearly forgetting about what he said about ‘not cumming inside you’.

and at that moment you realize how big of a slut your lieutenant is for you.

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lights-at-night · 3 months ago

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ik the general depiction of faulkner is with top surgery scars but you cannot convince me he had top surgery before season 2. i know in my heart he was binding with tape and a sports bra for like several days on end because he didnt want to not bind in front of carpenter. at some point he heard about unsafe binding and immediately disregarded everything he heard because he thought it'd be different for him. bastard was gritting his teeth and suffocating at 11pm on the road desperately waiting for their arrival at the next motel so he could take that thing off. and i think if he ever had top surgery at all it wouldve been during the withermark blackmail era of early season 2 as another manipulation strategy from mason, given what jon ware has said abt the nature of crab hrt. like "oh brother faulkner i believe you were on the list for top surgery before your pilgrimage? well good news it's your turn now! are you sure you're okay to go through with the procedure given your shock from the withermark - how is that going, by the way?" i believe in either top surgery or s2 or none at all. if he tried in s3 there probably would have been some internal scuffle about who was worthy enough to do the high prophet's top surgery and he'd never hear back from them. if we go through the faulk never had top surgery route that adds to my headcanon that his high prophet robes give him dysphoria. rane would have tried to make sure he was binding safely/get him to stop altogether so he wouldn't hurt himself. so there was probably a moment when he looked in the mirror, in dress robes and grown out hair and was forcefully thrust back into thinking about himself when he was younger and hadn't transitioned yet and silently questioned how much he'd even changed since then

#this is like 3 posts smashed into one but whatever #tsv #the silt verses #brother faulkner #morgan coherent posting tag

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sevsbunny · 2 months ago

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decode | sevika x reader

i was listening to decode and just had an angsty moment that needed to be turned to smut soz!

no word count, smut! fingering! (r receiving) sevika just being vulnerable and soft for you

“how did we get here? i used to know you so well…” you say softly as you look up at sevika, the look on her face traced with pain, and anguish. something you’ve never seen on her face before.

she more or less didn’t have an answer. she had so much to say yet so little in fear of having you walk away from her for good.

she couldn’t handle that happening.

she stretches out an arm, her flesh palm up towards you. she takes as step as she does, which makes you take one step back. she faltered, her step pausing mid move, eyes flickering hurt as she looked away.

“look i..” she huffed, dropping her arm as her palm slapped her thigh softly.

“you left…for months. then you come back here, acting like you own the place.” you ball your fists at your sides, furrowing your brow as you feel anger pool into your throat. you were so pissed at her for thinking she can just leave, without telling you where she was going. who she was seeing.

what she was doing.

“like you own me.” you stated, eyes flickering up to her with hurt in your gaze, tears threatening to spill from your waterline. you were stronger than this, she didn’t deserve to have your tears wasted on her.

“i know that. i know i screwed up.” she started but you shook your head, feeling your heart hammer in your chest. you weren’t one for confrontation, let alone small arguments over menial things

you and sevika rarely had fights. yeah, you bickered over small things like how her hair looked out of place before going to work, or how she still mixes her colors and whites in laundry.

“do you?” you asked, knowing the answer already. she looks up at you, nodding.

“the truth is hiding in your eyes,” you comment, and it’s hanging on her tongue, but she can’t bare to let the words slip past her lips.

“of course i do. fuck, i can’t tell you where ive been…” she sighs heavily before slumping over to the dining room table, the low dim light from the one light on under the microwave and the streetlights were the only things illuminating her frame.

she was still big, that hadn’t changed. she might’ve even gotten bigger while away. you couldn’t remember.

you screwed your eyes shut for a moment, trying to not think of how big she was, what she looked like over you.

“why?” you fiddle with your thumbs, shuffling on your feet as you look over at her. you hear her sigh, before leaning back into the kitchen chair and and spreading her legs. “don’t you trust me?”

her sweatpants were hanging loosely on her hips, a crop top under neath with a red flannel over top., something she’d sport regularly in lounge ware.

“of course i do, doll.” she says gently, her tone low and firm. she looks up at you, your frame leaning against the entry of the kitchen. her eyes raked over your frame, a thin satin baby doll slip over your body.

she could see your nipples poking through the fabric. flimsy shit, she thought.

“i just, it’s silco…” she trails off, running her flesh hand through her short bobbed hair. her piercing glints in the low light and for a second you remember what it felt like against your cunt while she ate you out.

“well is there any way i can at least talk to you? can you tell me when you have to leave?” you ask, coming over to where she was sitting. she sits up a little bit, outstretching her hands once again — both palms facing up.

your finger tips press into the palms of her hands, the contrast of metal and flesh making you shiver. you smooth them over her palm and she lets out a soft sigh at the tough of your fingers on her.

she looks up at you with a nod, as you make your way in between her legs. “i can do that for you. sweetheart.” you smile at her gently, sadness still laced through your expression and she can see that.

she knows that you’ve been affected by her, and she knows it’s not fair to leave with no notice. she’ll try harder, if it means you don’t leave her.

her hands run up your own hands, to your arms and around your thighs, squeezing the skin softly as she pulls you closer to her. she takes one of your thighs and pulls it over hers, letting you straddle her thigh.

“i love you.” she admits, and your cheeks heat up. it wasn’t every day you had sevika vulnerable and soft in your hands. the look she gave you affirmed that she meant that she would keep her word.

“i love you, sev,” you say softly in return, your hands coming up to grip her shoulders. she sits up a bit, her flesh hand coming to the small of your back. her metal hand comes to grip your thigh, and you can’t ignore the feeling of your cunt throbbing against her thick thigh

you let out a small whimper, a knowing glance on her expression. she smiles softly, pulling you closer to her body as she starts to slowly move your hips over her thigh. your clit pressed firmly against her thigh, making you shudder in pleasure

“that feel good, sweetheart?” she asks softly, eyes never raving your face as you scrunch your eyebrows in pleasure, soft whines falling from your lips as she moves your hips against her.

you could feel yourself soaking the fabric of her sweats, making you blush darkly. she coos, her flesh hand coming to cup your cheek. “what is it, sweet girl?” you feel your head fall into her palm, her warm touch against your skin. your hips were moving at an agonizingly slow pace, your clit brushing against her thigh every so often

“more, please..” you begged quietly, looking down at her with half lidded expression. she grunts softly at your request, her eyes darkening as she swiftly takes your other thigh, and hikes it over her other

your spread out for her, her metal arm holding your weight so you don’t fall. your arms are wrapped around her neck, looking down at where your cunt was on display for her

she chuckled as she felt the wet patch on her thigh, tskng gently. “oh, baby. you’re leaking…” she takes her right hand, looking up at you as the pad of her pointer finger presses teasingly over your wet hole.

you let out a bated breath, pulling your hips closer to her touch. she laughs softly, pressing her forehead against yours and noses brushing

“needy girl.” she mutters before pushing her pointer finger into your cunt, groaning out softly along with the whimpers falling from your lips. “so fucking wet.” her brain is filing with desire and lust, swimming with the only thought of how you’d feel around her cock.

another time, though. this is about you.

she moves her finger slowly in and out of your cunt, her mouth falling open slowly to watch the sheen of slick over her index finger. her thumb presses against your clit and you shudder at the sensation.

“vika..” you moan softly. she grunts at that, pushing another finger into your cunt before curling them slowly, making sure to feel all of you.

“what is it, doll?” she asks sweetly, moving her nose to judge your jaw, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. you let your head fall to the side to give her better access before letting soft moan spill from your lips as she picks up the speed of her fingers

“faster, please…oh please…” you babble, your eyes closed as you feel her fingers pick up. soft moans fill the quiet room, the sounds of her fingers squelching with each thrust. it only made you more wet

“anything for you, my love.” she growls as she picks up the pace, her thumb making quick circles around your clit. you felt your hips stutter with each stroke, your cunt dripping every time she fucks you

“taking my fingers like my cock so well, baby.” she mutters against your skin and you let out a moan as she speaks, your body shivering and stomach tensing. you knew you were close to cumming, and you couldn’t hold it back

“‘m close, sev please,” you moan out, matching her thrusts with your hips as she quickens her pace on your clit. you’re clenching around her fingers, feeling her deep inside your cunt. you let out a moan as you feel your orgasm wash over you

“that’s it, baby. so fucking pretty for me. cumming all over my fingers like this, fuck,” she moans out, her eyes never missing how her fingers plunge deep into you and how wet and warm you feel. she felt her own pussy throb with desire, needing nothing more than release

you felt your body shaking after you came down, her fingers slowing inside of you before you cling to her body like a koala. “never leave me, ever again.” you mumble into her neck. she takes her fingers from your cunt before wrapping her arms around you tightly.

“never again. sweetheart.”

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Another Gym Buddy (18+) | Kwon Eunbi

Waring Sexual Content (18+) Read At Your Own Risk

Hyewon Gym Buddies Here

1436 words

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Ever since your encounter with Kang Hyewon in the gym, you have been going out with her. Hyewon was the "It girl" of your university and you were very lucky that you can go out with her. It was nice to get back on the dating scene and most importantly gym sessions are more fun, especially when Hyewon gave you some incentives.

Moving towards the start of another year in university, you went back to the university so you can get a few gym sessions under your belt before university starts. However, your usual gym buddy Hyewon wasn't around campus this week which means you will have to hit the gym on your own this week.

Gym sessions alone were boring, especially when you are now used to having Hyewon around. There aren't anyone around because the semester hasn't officially started yet. However, it was something that you had to do so you plugged your earphones in and did your normal routine. After a while, you were finally done, sweaty and tired. You were prepared to finally go home, take a shower and have a break.

As you were heading out the empty gym, someone came in. It was Kwon Eunbi, one of the more open and popular girls in the university. She was always looking for fun with a very naughty side. Most importantly, Kwon Eunbi was famous for having the nicest rack in the university.

You can't help but stop and stare at her for a bit, especially when she was wearing a Calvin Klein sports bra.

"Like what you see?" Eunbi joked as she caught you staring at her.

"Oh hi Eunbi, didn't know you'd be here this early" you greeted back.

"Empty gym is my favourite place to be" Eunbi replied to you with a smirk.

Instantly you knew what she was up to, she was the famous Kwon Eunbi who knows how to use her body to get her way and today she was planning to use it on you.

"Well I'm going now, enjoy the very empty gym" you said as you were to leave.

However, as you were leaving, Eunbi grabbed your hand.

"Come with me sexy" Eunbi dragged you into the girls changing room.

You haven't been here for a very long while, but you certainly have fond memories from your last time here. It was in this very changing room that you first had sex with Kang Hyewon, where you started dating Hyewon. Despite the two of you not being exclusive you weren't so sure about what Kwon Eunbi has planned.

Eunbi sat you down on one of the changing benches and stood back up.

"Enjoy the show while it lasts pretty boy" Eunbi told you.

Eunbi then stood back a few steps and slowly took off her sports bra exposing her naked chest to you, before cupping her big boobs to making your already semi hard cock twitch inside your gym shorts.

"Do you like them huh? All the guys I've been with says I have nice big tits" Eunbi said in a seductive voice.

You can't answer, all you could do is nod and adjust your seating position so that your crotch area doesn't feel uncomfortable as your erection continued to grow.

All of a sudden, Eunbi then sat on your lap, her big tits right in your face. You were trying your hardest to not compare her rack and Hyewon's but it was not easy when both of them have a generous sized chest. But it wasn't really a fair comparison, Eunbi's boobs were way bigger than Hyewon's and you were desperate to give them a feel to make sure.

"Go on, you can touch them" Eunbi gave you the green light.

Immediately, you were let loose. Grabbing a handful of her breast before licking and sucking on the other. The sudden touch on Eunbi's breasts caused her to moan.

"C-careful, ah- they're sensitive" Eunbi moaned softly.

You ignored her as you continued to attack her tits with your hand and your mouth. Sucking and squeezing her nipples causing Eunbi to moan louder and louder. The more you feel her breasts, the more you feel how much bigger Eunbi's boobs were bigger than Hyewon's, it wasn't really a fair competition.

"W-w-wait, s- ah- stop" Eunbi suddenly moaned.

Reluctantly, you stopped all your actions wondering what Eunbi has planned next. But she didn't tell you, she used her actions to let you know what was coming up next.

Eunbi then kneeled down in front of you and slowly pulled your shorts down as she clumsily fished your cock out of your pants.

"Oh my, I think I'm going to enjoy this" Eunbi said as she smiled smiled and slowly stroked your cock.

"Fuck, yeah stroke it Eunbi" you said as you enjoyed Eunbi touching your already hard cock.

"Oh don't you worry. I'm going to so much more than just stroking it sexy" Eunbi said seductively.

With that Eunbi started kissing the tip of your cock and licking the slit causing you to jolt in pleasure before spitting and taking your whole cock into her mouth.

"Fuck that's so good" you moaned out as Eunbi started giving you a blowjob.

Eunbi's blowjob was sensational, the way she took your cock in and out of her warm and wet mouth. Occasionally licking the slit of your cock causing you to jolt in pleasure and never leaving the tip of your cock unattended by swirling around your head. It was magical and you were trying your best not to blow your load in Eunbi's mouth prematurely. As much as you wanted to cum, you also wanted to enjoy this blowjob as long as possible.

"F-fuck Eunbi, that thing you just did with your mouth nearly made me cum" you said as Eunbi swirled her tongue around the underside of your cock.

"Not so quick yet hot stuff" Eunbi said after releasing your cock from her mouth making a pop sound.

Your cock was already coated with Eunbi's saliva which acted perfectly as lubrication for what Eunbi was going to do next.

Eunbi shifted her body closer to you before spitting on your cock a bit more and trapping your cock in between her cleavage preparing to give you a good titty fucking.

"If you've enjoyed my mouth, let's see if you enjoy this" Eunbi said as she started moving her tits up and down your shaft.

"F-fuck it's about t-time you put those tits into good use" you moaned out as you started fucking Eunbi's tits.

The previous saliva from the blowjob made your cock well lubricated which means it was able to slide up and down Eunbi's tits smoothly giving you a sensation of pleasure as you continued to fuck her big tits.

Occasionally as your cock head poked out of her cleavage, Eunbi would lick the tip of your cock to give you just that little bit more pleasure trying to take you over the edge.

However, despite her big boobs, fucking her tits doesn't feel as good as her mouth. Nevertheless the constant rubbing of your cock in and out of her cleavage just provided enough pleasure to send you near your orgasm.

"Fu-f-fuck Eunbi I'm going to cum soon" you moaned out as you were very close to your peak.

Suddenly Eunbi stopped and took you back into her mouth. This time using her hand to stroke you whilst sucking you off. The pleasure of her stroking, her warm wet mouth and her tongue swirling was too much for you and shortly you were ready to blow your load inside Eunbi's mouth.

"F-f--fuck cumming-g-g" you moaned as you reached your orgasm.

As the first shot of semen shot inside Eunbi's mouth, Eunbi wrapped her lips tightly around your cock welcoming the next spurts of semen that your shot out from the tip of your cock. Eunbi took all the thick white liquid in her mouth like a champion. Once your orgasm died down, you pulled out of Eunbi and Eunbi opened her mouth to show you what you deposited into her mouth before closing her mouth swallowing the load in one gulp and showing that she has swallowed everything you gave her.

"I hope you have another load of that tasty semen prepared because I'm not done with you just yet pretty boy" Eunbi said after swallowing your load as she cupped your balls.

"Fuck that was so hot Eunbi" you said trying to gather some strength.

After that intense session, Eunbi put her clothes back on and pulled your pants back up.

"You're coming with me now" Eunbi said as you followed her out of the gym.

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