#Striped Lace Slit

[bpmiranda]

Hugh body worshipping his insecure younger gf? Maybe even talking her virginity I know he would be so sweet 🤭

Nobody Compares (Hugh Jackman) nsfw

A/N: purely fictional, 18+ f!reader, soft!hugh, shy!reader, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, pulling out

It’s hard for you not to feel jealous when Hugh shares a stage or a carpet with a female co-star, especially the older women that you know he has always had a certain affinity for before you and him got together. That wasn’t very long ago either, it has been about six months since you’ve started seeing each other, and you sometimes wonder if he truly loves you or if he still has his sights set on older women.

“Y’alright, darlin’?” Hugh asks you suddenly as he has rejoined you backstage of the talk show. You give him a small nod and you know he knows from that action alone that you are not all right. “Okay,” He chuckles, kissing your forehead softly, his hand around your waist. “You’ll tell me later, yes?” He asks and you give him another nod.

It’s silly, you know that, and you can’t bring yourself to say the words as Hugh is kneeling in front of you as you sit on the edge of the hotel bed. “I’m over it, I promise.” You insist and he shakes his head, again, refusing to get up or out of your face until you tell him what it was that upset you during the talk show. With a small sigh, your face turns warm as you say, “It just seemed that you were getting on well with, you know, her.” You murmured and Hugh chuckled.

“My co-star?” He asks, his hands softly caressing your thighs as you nod. “Because of my past interest in older women?” There’s a little smirk on his face and you feel embarrassed.

“I know it’s ridiculous. I know you wouldn’t be with me if you wanted an older woman, I just-” You are suddenly cut off by Hugh’s lips, his gentle touch on your cheek calming your frazzled nerves. Your hands rest softly on his chest as he leans into you and scoot up on the bed slowly so as to not break the kiss while Hugh crawls up over you.

Hugh’s hand slides into your blouse as you make out, his palm kneads your breasts softly which makes you whine. He has touched you before, his hands have roamed your body, his lips have left marks on your skin for you to cover up, but never like this. “You’re all I want, Y/N.” He whispered against your lips and you feel like you could cry from how sweet and affectionate he is with you. “You are absolutely beautiful, you know that?” You give a shy nod and he tsks softly at you. “I don’t believe you do, or you wouldn’t feel so threatened by another woman. I don’t think I’ve done my duty as your man to show you how much I adore you.” His lips moved down your jaw and your neck as both his hands are now underneath your blouse and he gently removes your top. “I want to show every part of you just how much love I have for you.” His lips press chaste kisses to your chest and you wrap your arms around his shoulders and sigh as his hands caress your waist, squeezing your sides lovingly.

His lips are pressed to your belly, softly kissing your hips as he tentatively hooks his fingers into the waistband of your skirt. “Keep going.” You whisper as he gives you a look that asks for permission. Hugh pulls your skirt down slowly, kissing your thighs as they are being exposed, and you bite your bottom lip hard from the anticipation. “Oh!” You gasp as his lips kiss on the inside of your thighs, it’s a new sensation, intimate and telling of his intentions tonight.

“Want me to stop?” He asks as he’s holding onto the band of your lace panties and when you shake your head no he pulls them off too. His tongue peaks out to moisten his lips as he’s spreading your legs open for him and his tongue is swiping long, slow stripes against your slit. Your body shudders from the feeling and you remove your bra before lying back and moaning his name. “You taste so good, darlin’.” He groans against your clit as one of his hands slides up your torso to palm your exposed breasts.

“Hugh, please,” You whine, your body writhes as he’s so desperately tonguing at you, swallowing your arousal, his hands firmly keeping your thighs open for himself. “I want more.”

“Yeah?” He asks, gently running his thick fingers against clit and through your folds, the feeling makes you tremble as you nod eagerly. “Oh, baby,” He sighs, kissing your cunt one last time before he undoes his belt buckle while you unbutton his white dress shirt. Hugh shrugs the linen material off and rids himself of his pants before crawling back on top of you. He gingerly latches his mouth to one of your soft mounds and his tongue swirls around your hardened nipple, moaning against your chest. “You let me know if I need to stop, okay?” You nod as his head is rubbing against your slit and bite your lip hard, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as he slowly pushes the tip in. Hugh growls softly, his head dipped down to look between your bodies as you take him in inch by inch. “Baby, you feel so good.” He says, kissing your chest and your neck as you’re softly whimpering and gasping his name.

“H-Hugh, it’s-uh-tight!” You choke out and he stops pushing into you. You let out a small sigh as he sits inside you, pulsing and giving you time to adjust. Your eyes meet and you feel your cheeks warm up at the way he staring so lovingly at you.

“Can’t believe you’d ever think I don’t want you.” He says, kissing you gently and you return the gesture, your hands smooth over the indentations you left in his shoulders and then you caress his face softly. “Nobody compares to you, darlin’.” Your core aches at his words and he feels it, it makes him groan, and he lets himself sink in a little more as you moan. “Almost there,” He whispers, pushing in more until your bodies are pressed together and he’s sitting completely sheathed inside you. “Fuck.”

The sensation is unlike any other. You’re so full and you’re connected to him in a way you’ve never bonded before. It makes you wonder why you waited so long, but it was all the more special doing this with him. “I love you, Hugh.” You say, tears prickling the corners of your eyes and he gives you loving look.

“I love you more, Y/N.” He said, slowly pulling out, just an inch because he couldn’t bear leaving your warm, wet core, and he pumps into you that way. His eyes search your face for any sign of pain as he makes you his own, so aware of how new this all is to you. Hugh takes precautions to make it enjoyable for you, he tells you what he is about to do before he does it, slows down to a stop when you whimper only for you to shake your head at him in protest because there’s a tightness in you that only seems to be satisfied when he’s fucking you.

“Don’t-don’t stop, please, I-I think-ah-think I’m close.” You stammer, kissing him hard as he picks up his pace and you whine into his mouth as the tension in your belly suddenly unravels. Your body shakes from the pleasure, the waves rocking through your limbs as you feel less in control than ever, but you like it. You like not having control, being at his mercy.

Logan groans as your arousal coats his cock, the warmth encourages him to continue, making it all too easy to glide into your pussy where he chases his own release. His back spasms as he suddenly sits back and jerks himself off onto your belly, you gasp softly at the sight of him, his eyes screwed shut as he strokes himself quickly. His panting is strained as he hovers over you, grunting and swearing as his droplets of semen fall onto your skin. “You okay, darlin’?” He asks, kissing your forehead gently as you nod and he leaves to grab a hand towel from the bathroom. “I hope you don’t really think I’m still looking at other women.” He says as he gently cleans off his spend with the damp, warm rag and you shake your head. “I’ve got more than I can handle with you, sweet girl.” He smirks as he kisses you.

“I know, I was just a little jealous, I suppose.” You whisper as he gets back into bed with you and pulls you into him so you lay your head on his chest. “I really do love you, Hugh. I think you’re the only man I’ll ever love.”

Hugh smiles and he kisses you softly, holding your jaw in his hand as he hums against your lips. “I really love you too, Y/N, more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

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[evilgwrl]

Neighbour!Simon Riley x Reader

Girl Next Door (Five)

CW: Oral (f receiving), squirting, second hand embarrassment

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Thickened hands worked against your flesh, kneading your hips like softened dough, working it between long fingers that itched to feel every crevice of you.

You radiated heat, slick gushing between your thighs, evidence smeared across the dining table as you felt Simon’s hot breath kiss your clit, brown eyes examining your most intimate areas before he finally licked a long stripe against the middle of your cunt, slurping the taste of you into his mouth, staining his tongue with a mix of arousal and sweat.

A guttural breath left your lips as you bucked your hips, two hands quickly ushering them down onto the hard surface as he licked and kissed at your exposure, saliva stringing between your slit and his own mouth as his nose rubbed against your sensitive bud.

“O-h my god,” you hissed at the sensation, whining at the way he slobbered against your mound, his tongue finally reaching your clit as he sucked it into his mouth with a loud sound, gushing around every inch of you with an obscene amount of spit and sound.

He panted against you, practically aching in his own pants as he got off on just tasting you, having you so docile under him, so completely willing under his tongue.

Long digits pressed against your weeping entrance, smearing around your wetness before they pushed inside, your own hand fisted into your mouth as you concealed the pleasured squeal that tore from your dry throat.

Simon pulled away, a hand slapping down against your clit as you winced. “Ain’t doing this if I can’t hear all the sounds you make. Got it?”

You replied in a desperate whine, nodding your head as you urged him back to your throbbing cunt, completely fixated on his touch. The air grew thick with the sound of your moans and the sound of the man devouring you, licking you with a profound urgency.

His fingers worked inside you, gummy walls breached with your slick as he rubbed against them, feeling against all your sweet spots as he curled deliciously, eliciting a raspy moan from you.

Simon would die right here, suckling against your clit as he caressed your cunt, moulding his fingers inside you before he could replace them when you were ready, with his cock. The tangy taste subsided against his tongue, his spit mixing in with your slick as he worked against the hood of your clit, nerves rattling against his pink muscle as he smiled when your thighs wrapped around him closer.

Your knees crossed around his head, desperate for the building high that coiled in masses, simmering in the pits of your stomach. Sweat built at the back of your legs, working in teams to swim down your salty flesh, sizzling into the nape of Simon’s neck as he worked against your heat, caressing it with hot, wet kisses.

“I’m close,” you murmured out, almost falling on deaf ears as he focused on the taste of you, his hand giving a reassuring grip to your thigh as you whined and spluttered around foggy air.

“That’s it, honey, taste so fucking good,” he slurred, almost pussy drunk on you as he growled back a gasp for air before resuming. Your fingers coiled in the ashy brown roots, tugging the base upwards as you writhed, spitting out expletives in an attempt to cool your orgasm off, fuelling your body with the absolute pleasure your neighbour was providing for you.

You came with a pornographic sigh, almost resulting in a wail as you convulsed around his fingers, sweet sap spilling from your heat as it splashed against his forearm and the lower part of his face. You swore you could hear Simon moan as he lapped at it, the overwhelming need for release taking over you as you writhed under his harsh grip, no doubt subtle sweeps of purple would paint against your skin later.

You finished with a loud cry, your legs shaking as the muscles twitched and worked down the upcoming high you just experienced, a satisfied grin lacing Simon’s face as he pulled away, tongue darting out to lick at his drenched lips before he pulled you into a kiss.

He was stained with the taste of you, working your own slick back into your mouth as he worked his lips against yours, stubble rubbing against your stache area as you clamped nimble digits down on his forearm, feeling the pure form of muscle he had worked years for. You both pulled away with a pant, eyes crossed on each other, lashes darting up and down as you let out a dorky laugh, suddenly self-conscious.

“Was that okay? You feel al’right?”

“Simon… I literally squirted.”

Your face burned with humiliation at your own crude words, his own laughter filling the damp air as he rubbed against your thigh affectionately. It had been a while since Simon had done this, too busy with deployment and working, focusing on himself and his team. He never had time for any of this, he wasn’t even sure if he had time for it now. All he knew was he strangely enjoyed your company, pulling him in with a quick glance and a plate of chocolate chip cookies.

He fetched you water as you hopped off the table, a slight wobble in your step as you hobbled over to the couch. You noted your desperate need for a shower as you readjusted your nightgown, the fabric stained with sweat and your own wetness as you shrugged off the grimy feeling.

You almost felt like you were moulding into his couch as you twitched uncomfortably, skin coated with a light sheet of salty perspiration as Simon raised a brow. “Do you want a shower? I can clean up and join you?” His tone was gruff but his eyes were gentle, almost softening into a darker shade of brown as you smiled, offering him a polite nod as you scurried off.

Silk left your skin, the back of your neck smothered by your hair that had tangled into a knotted mass, a grunt leaving your pursed lips. Your stomach settled with flushed tingles, nerves coiling through your veins, pumping into your bloodstream as they streamed to your cunt, subtle throbs beating in your clit as you imagined Simon nude, steam slicing through the glass pane of the shower as flesh tangled between wet limbs, lashes clamped with water as he fucked into you, strong hands holding the backs of your thighs as he guided you along his length with ease.

You heard the front door open, rushing you back to the presence as you examined your hair from behind, in desperate need of a brush. You turned the sink on, opening his cabinet to look for anything to wash your face with before landing on a basic line of skincare, a gel cleanser staring back at you, almost mocking you. You fumbled with the lid as you scrubbed away at your tender skin, eyes burning with the animosity of the face wash before thick suds followed down the drain.

You could hear Simon’s voice, almost calling out to you as you flicked off the tap. Fluffy grey cotton wrapped around your frame as you huddled out of the bathroom, following his voice.

“Did you need me?” You asked, barely looking up as you readjusted the towel around you, tucking it in.

“Ay, Simon didn’t tell us he had a missus waiting at home.”

The voice was painfully unfamiliar as you let out a squeak, eyes bolting towards three unruly men standing in the living room, your neighbour nowhere in sight. Your face paled as your eyes bulged, fingers gripping the material that barely covered you as you took in Simon slamming the front door shut, a hand slapping against the back of a man’s mohawk as you rushed away, humiliation exuding through you as you cowered away in his bathroom, wet tears of embarrassment streaming to the surface of your eyes as you let out a painful whine.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

This is not the best piece of work I apologise my beautiful people. :’)

[mistywaves98]

okay imagine we're like the really rich owner of a big company and scara is underneath our desk giving us head while he forces us to continue working on documents, when all of sudden, not one but three of your employees have come to make a report about the data for this month and he just starts going faster, trying to make you falter in front of those people

(apologies for this long ask i am currently craving for this man, love your writinggg :D)

I'm so glad you love my writing and don't worry, this ask isn't long at all 💕

✧･ﾟ:* ->Assistant! Scara x Boss! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Fem! Reader, Oral (f. receiving), sort of public sex(?)!

You're not exactly sure why you let Scaramouche do this. It's inappropriate and indecent. And it was sure to wreck your reputation if anyone found out. "That's the thing, if anyone found out, boss. So just keep quiet and everything will work out," the words rolled off his tongue like droplets of honey laced with persuasion that you just couldn't say no to. And you couldn't deny that the sight of him between your legs, under your desk, was rather arousing, especially when he looked up at you with those eyes full of mischief.

With your denim skirt hiked up to your waist and panties pulled to your ankles, you found your cunt getting absolutely ravaged by your assistant's tongue. The words on the papers splayed across your desk seemed to blur as Scaramouche lapped at your juices like a starved man. You were holding your pen so tightly it might snap at any moment, the other hand lost in his hair as you practically buried his face between your legs which trembled and shuddered with pleasure.

"Mmn... Ahh...! S-scara, are you really sure..—ngh!—if this is- mmph!" A particularly harsh suck to your clit cuts you off, making you drop your pen with a soft clatter as a hand smacks over your mouth. Scaramouche lifts his head ever so slightly, momentarily pausing his feasting to give you a cocky grin as he drums his fingers against your thighs,"Boss, you really need to learn how to live a little, to take risks. Stop worrying so much and just let me make you see stars.."

Without another word, his head dives back between your legs, continuing to eat you out like a man starved. All you could do was try to conceal your noises as you felt your climax approach. However, just as you were about to open your mouth, there's a knock at the door. The sound makes both of you freeze, your eyes going wide in horror as a soft groan of frustration slips past your lips. Just your luck! The knocking persists and you're worried it might be urgent so you quickly scramble to try and make yourself look presentable.

After managing to appear somewhat decent, you called out in a shaky tone,"Come in..!". Your body stiffened as not one, but three of your employees filled the room, standing a small distance away from your desk. You prayed that they didn't notice Scaramouche beneath the furniture but they seemed too focused on you. The first one begins to speak, but their words go in one ear and out the other the moment you feel the familiar sensation of your clit being kitten licked.

Your hand itched to go under the desk to pull his face away from your dripping pussy, but you daren't even look down. But if you did, you'd be met with Scaramouche's sly smile as he goes back to lapping at your cunt, collecting your juices on his tongue as he licked long stripes up your drooling slit. It was nothing less than entertaining to watch you try to keep your composure in front of others, your fists clenched so hard your knuckles were white and beads of sweat beginning to form on your forehead.

"Um, boss? Are you alright? You're looking a bit...tense." One of the employees asked out of innocent concern, none the wiser to your predicament. Your face flushed more and your posture stiffened as you forced yourself to play it off, biting back moans as you spoke,"What...? No, of course n-not! It's just...hot today..." It was a poor excuse and you wanted to slap yourself for stuttering but your workers seemed to buy it, resuming with the original topic.

You practically slumped back in your chair with relief as soon as the door was closed, throwing your head back as you moaned from the way Scaramouche's tongue felt inside of you. Your body was so sensitive from being kept on edge after all this time, it only took a couple of figure eights around your clit to make you cum. He made sure to catch every drop of your release, drinking it up as if it were the finest wine of the century before pulling his head out from your pussy,"hah, did you even hear a word those employees were saying? Or were you too focused on when you were going to get to cum?"

You bit your lip in embarrassment, tilting your head down to meet his eyes full of triumph,"I'll... I'll have to ask them to reiterate later..."

[jyoongim]

Alastor/Reader—Spicy, shoelace prompt?

prompt 3, #8: shoelaces

”Dear your shoe” Alastor said making you look down. “Oh” your laces were undone.

”Allow me” the red demon said, motioning for you to sit on the sofa.

He kneeled down and began lacing your shoes, even redoing the other one properly.

”There all done”

You went to thank him, when you felt his lips ghost your ankle. You peered down and the man was looking up at you as he kissed up your leg, slowing inching up your leg.

”A-Al?” You whispered as he disappeared under your skirt, his teeth nipping at your thighs.

You let out a soft whimper as he nosed your clothed cunt, lips pressing against your clit, giving a mischievous nip to the bud. His tongue licked a stripe up your slit, dampening the flimsy fabric.

”oh? Ah!” You moaned as his lips wrapped around your clit, having pulled your panties to the side.

His tongue dipped into your warm hole, burying itself within your warm walls.

You felt your body tingle and with a cry, you orgasmed.

Alastor lapped at your sweetness, pressing one last soft kiss to your cunt.

He chuckled as your thighs trembled before patting your legs and coming from under your skirt. 

“Now should we go on that outing?” He asked standing tall.

Your face was flushed and you looked at him with a heated stare.

”O-Of course” you stood, legs feeling like jelly and followed the man out the door.

[etherealxwitch]

Tangerines

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie can’t get enough of how good the reader tastes.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), oral (f receiving), fingering, slight dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, use of pet names, overstimulation, squirting

WC: 923

(just a longish eddie blurb that i wrote last night, enjoy!)

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The slurping sounds of Eddie sucking your swollen clit between his plump lips echoed off his bedroom walls. For hours he has been eating you out, making you cum over and over again. He was like a starved man needing to satisfy his hunger. 

You were overstimulated, sore, and a sweaty mess, but god, that didn’t stop you from craving more. Your makeup is a mess, mascara running down your face, and your lipstick smeared. 

“E-Eddie- oh!” You placed a hand on the wall above you, trying to sturdy yourself as Eddie had you sit on his face. Your shaky thighs were pressed against his head, leaving him nowhere to go, though he didn’t mind at all. 

“Right there,” your other hand grabbed his hair, “right fucking there.” 

Eddie gripped the supple skin of your ass, trying to push his face deeper into your pussy. Your taste flooded his tongue, his face soaked with your past orgasms. He was savoring every moment he had you like this. 

“I can’t get enough,” his voice was muffled. He was practically suffocating himself in your pussy. “I want more- need more of you.”

You felt his tongue slide inside you, reaching deeper than you knew a tongue could. Instinctively, you rocked your hips back and forth, riding his thick tongue. “Oh my god- Eddie! Feels so fucking good.” 

Eddie moaned against you, the taste of you enough to have his cock twitching in his pants. He was leaking precum could, he could feel the wet spot form in his pants, but he didn’t care at all. His main focus was you, tasting you. 

He was painfully hard, and needed to cum, but not until he was satisfied that you had enough, not until you had cum so many times on his tongue that you couldn’t anymore. 

His nose nudged at your clit while his tongue expertly swirled inside you. You saw stars behind your eyelids, and your skin felt as if it was on fire from how close cumming to again.

Eddie swatted your ass, feeling it jiggle under his rough hand. You let out a choked gasp from the pleasurable sting and pulled on his hair harder. He groaned against you, the vibrations sending a shock through your body.

“Fuck!” You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers together. “I’m so close, please…”

He pulled away for a moment, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. “You sure you can handle another one, sweetheart?” His thumb swiped over your clit, and you jumped at the touch. “I know I want more, but what about you?” 

You nodded repeatedly, trying to find the words to tell him just how badly you needed it. 

Before you knew it, Eddie had the two of you flipped over. You were now on your back, your legs bent towards your chest. 

“I need your words.”

You spread your legs further apart for him, a silent beg for him to keep going. “Yes, just- please! I need more! I’ll take whatever you give to give to me. You know I will.” 

Gently, he kissed up your thighs, stopping to blow cold air against your exposed pussy. “That’s just what I wanted to hear.”

His eyes were dark, but glazed over from being so drunk on your pussy, his lips swollen, and his chin glistening from how sopping wet you were as you watched him plan what to do next. Your heart was thumping in your chest, and your face became red under his gaze. 

“I wanna hear you say you’re mine,” his thumb circled your clit, barely making any contact. 

“I-I’m yours, Eddie.” You bit at your lip, watching him drink every bit of your body in. “All yours.”

Your words soaked into Eddie as he licked a stripe over your slit, slowly spreading your lips with your thumbs. He spits on your pussy before he went back to devouring it.

“Shit!” Your back arched off the bed, and you looked down, making eye contact with him as his tongue dove back into you. “You’re so fucking good to me.” 

Eddie shook his head back and forth, making sure his nose was still nudging at your clit in time with the thrusts of his tongue. 

Your chest started to heaven with each breath you took, and you knew you were about to cum. You could feel it in the curl of your toes and the hairs standing up all over your body. 

Eddie knew it was coming too, he could feel it in the way you clenched around his tongue. 

He pulled out his tongue and replaced that empty feeling with his fingers, curling them up. “C’mon, baby, just one more.” 

You could hear yourself gush around the three fingers that were inside you. “Yes, yes, yes!” You couldn’t manage to say anything else, words suddenly escaping you.” 

“That’s fucking it, sweetheart. Keep coming for me.” Eddie took his other hand and rubbed harsh and fast circles against your clit. 

Your orgasm felt never-ending, dripping out of you and making the mattress more of a mess than it was before. You couldn’t take it anymore. 

Eddie noticed just how spent you were, pulling his dripping fingers out of you. 

You whined at the sudden feeling of being emptied and not touched. 

Your eyes focused on Eddie as  he brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean and moaning when your taste hit his tongue for what might be the millionth time tonight. “Mmm, juicy and sweet. Just like tangerines.”

[chososdiscordkitten]

Prettier In Pink.

artist: @g00miato

Synopsis: Discovering the wonders of lingerie with Choso.

Pairing: Sub!Choso x GN!reader Content: some plot, mostly smut, no penetrative sex, he wears panties hehe, mentions of different sexual acts (him fucking r!, r! fucking him, oral ect), handjob, edging, nipple play, use of good boy, PRAISE, the mark on his nose leaks •⩊•, ik anon made it sound like teasing- but he's just soooo pretty I never wanna write edging him, he deserves to cum :> no aftercare (sue me.)

(a.n) you know how choso hyperventilated nd groaned when he found out Yuuji is his brother? yeah. that's what I listened to while writing this.

MDNI

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“Are you sure this is what you want?” Choso asked as his knees dug into the bed. Blush evident on his cheeks, the prominent black stripe on the bridge of his nose threatening to waver its lines from how embarrassed he was.

One of his hands pulled on the veil like fabric to cover his leaking tip. Precum seeping onto the thin lace panties that trapped his cock. 

This all started when the topic of lingerie was brought up. At first Choso didn't really understand the point- “Isn't it just gonna be taken off right after?” he asked as you showed him photos of potential pieces of lace you could buy. 

“Well I mean, yeah-” you scoffed with a grin, turning off your phone and looking at his expression- lost as to how it would be different from any other piece of clothing. “It's like when you choose fun wrapping paper for a present.” you grinned about the metaphor you were using, “It would be fine if you gave it to someone without it- but the wrapping makes it so much more fun.” you smiled sweetly, seeing his eyebrows furrow and thinking of receiving an unwrapped present.

“Isn't it the best part of receiving a gift?” you asked, seeing a lightbulb flicker behind his eyes, “Unwrapping it to reveal the best part?” you grinned, watching as he nodded his head agreeingly. Though the look in his eyes wasn't quite convinced. 

That was until you surprised him with a black lace set leaving very little to his imagination. Complete with a pair of sheer stockings held up by black garters.

After that Choso saw the light and the excitement in unwrapping you before sex. Only after, when you leaned over to his ear as you tried to catch your breath, whispering “Your turn.” 

Choso didn't know they made lingerie for men, he was completely unaware how they could make such delicate lace pieces for people with his build. 

That was until you came home from shopping, handing him a little pink bag with white tissue paper on the top. And as he plucked the tissue from the pink bag- revealing light pink lace at the bottom- just by looking at it he knew there was little to no fabric. 

Choso got excited thinking that you were gonna wear it- looking back up at you with sparkling eyes. Only for you to greet him with a smile he knew all too well, he looked back down into the bag. Coming to the realization that you meant what you said when you whispered that it was his turn.

And as he tried to put on the thin lace, he came to the revelation that this wasn't meant for a man's body. Little to no space in the panties for his cock to fit in, the thin thong of the panties felt like he was wearing nothing on his bottom. But he was thankful you at least chose a set that had a skirt. 

Even if it was skimpy and was held onto his waist from a single satin pink ribbon that could easily come undone- Choso was grateful that his growing bulge would be covered by the thin fabric. All too aware of the possibility that if he moved in any way, his ass would be showcased in full. Be it the slit on the back or how short it was. 

And god- the top was the worst part. Choso tried buckling the small clasp that was supposed to hold the bralette onto his chest, his hands trying to reach up to connect the endings. Trying to remember how it was supposed to clasp together. But his fingers only ever undid the clasps, never did he hook them back on.

“I'm waitinngg!” you shouted from your shared bed, impatiently waiting for him to come out of the master bathroom in the pink wrapping you carefully chose, purposefully a few sizes too small for him. And as you said that, Choso finally got the clasp to stay in place, seeing his chest fill in the padless cups of the light pink bra. 

Choso furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at himself in the mirror- a sliver of embarrassment forming in his chest as he looked at the pink bows beneath the breast cups.

He inhaled deeply- feeling the dainty lace stretch against his chest as he did. Quickly deflating his lungs in fear he might tear the fabric. The hem of the thin skirt ending right below his bulge. Thinking how it was only fair that if you wore something like this for him- he had to do it for you too.

Choso opened the door of the restroom, shuffling out and into your line of sight as you watched his hand tug at the little skirt to cover his veiled bulge. You gasped in adoration as you watched him take little steps- afraid he’d tear the over expensive lace with any movement. 

He raised his knee onto the bed slowly, glancing at your amazed expression as he settled onto the bed, his hand held onto the hem of the skirt. Hoping the see through veil would cover his cock in the little panties. 

You were sitting laxly on the bed, your back on the pillows as your hand reached out for him, guiding him to straddle you, placing one thick thigh on each side of you.

As though it was instinct, your hands pressed onto his bare thighs, thumbs rubbing small circles on his pale muscles as you gazed at his red face.

Choso’s mouth dared to pull up on one side as he watched your gaze darken, knowing that little smile on your lips meant you were enjoying yourself.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he murmured, the blush on his cheeks had to be alarming at this point. Your lips were curled in a desirous smile, having him in the frilly pink lingerie almost made your eye twitch from how cute he looked right now. 

His thick thighs caged you onto the bed, hovering right above your own as he looked down at you. 

You parted your lips as your hand trailed up and down his thighs adoringly- his hand still holding down the front of the pink veil that was closer to a belt than a skirt. 

Your gaze was dark- more greedy than anything. “I don’t think ive ever wanted anything more, Cho.” you whispered as one of your hands landed on his elbow gently, coaxing his hand to pull away from the hem. 

“It's embarrassing..” he murmured, watching as your fingers wrapped around his wrist gently, “What's embarrassing about this?” you cooed, pulling his hand away from the hem with a quiet gasp from his lips, “Hmm?” you looked at the lace straining against his cock, Choso’s tip was threatening to poke from the band of the panties as your hand rubbed on his thigh gently. 

His lips were shut tight as the air brisked against the fabric, your hands guided his hips to ease down onto your thighs, feeling his bottom rest on your legs. Finding it that much hotter that you were fully clothed, and here he was- practically naked in front of you. 

You rolled up the sleeves of your shirt to avoid a mess before trailing a hand up his side as he eased his weight onto your legs, his shoulders shivering from the gentle touch the pads of your fingers left on his exposed skin. “You look as pretty as I pictured.” you murmured as you traced your finger onto the ridges of his abs, curling your thumb beneath the pink bows on the bralette, your fingers easing onto his ribs as your other hand caressed at his exposed hip. 

He furrowed his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, not being able to handle the scalding gaze you were burning through him. Choso started shifting on your legs slowly- uneasy from the dynamic that was arranged for him. Your thumb roamed up the lace on his chest- strained from his hardened nipple beneath it. A small gasp left his throat as your thumb gently grazed over the little mound. 

Still avoiding your gaze- his hands grasped onto your shoulders in attempts to brace for whatever you had for him. And in tandem, his back arched in the slightest way, pushing his chest closer to your face. 

You looked at his expression that was littered with a mix of excitement and humiliation. Smiling before pressing a kiss onto his exposed sternum, humming as the hand on his hip lowered down to his thigh again, denting the tips of your fingers into the plentiful skin. 

Choso breathed shakily at the wet kiss you placed on where his heart would be, your lips separated by skin and bones. Trailing more sloppy pecks onto the swell of his chest, the lace grazing your chin as your thumb gently brushed back and forth on the hardened pebble beneath delicate lace, earning small whimpers from his dry throat. His cheeks were an alarming shade of red, the black stripe on his nose bridge was wavering in shape from the simple touches.

He inhaled as you licked a stripe on the edge of the lace, “Did it feel this-” he started quietly, watching your tongue wet the light lace adorning his chest. “This revealing, when you wore-” his words were cut off with a shuddering gasp by your tongue running past his laced nipple, pulling back and looking at him, trailing your hand towards his inner thigh. 

You huff in amusement at how sensitive he was. Your breath wisps against the wet fabric causing his chest to rise with a heavy inhale. “It's supposed to feel revealing.” you grinned as your fingertips danced on the pale skin between his thighs, purposefully ignoring the obvious tent beneath the veiled skirt. 

Choso was about to reply- but your lips latched onto his nipple, the tip of your tongue waltzing against the ridges of the lace. His lips parting at the sudden warmth, eyes batting closed as the tip of your tongue traced around the ring of color, deliberately ignoring the pebble beneath the delicate fabric. His hand wandered down your shoulder as he tried to suppress the throaty grunts that dared leave his lungs.

Choso was huffing harshly, only earning for his chest to press against your face. The hand dancing on his thigh traced up his side, landing on his ribs as he let out a stifled grunt from the frustration. Both of your hands holding onto his back in an attempt to keep him still, fingers splayed against his pale back. 

Choso’s hold on your shoulders threatened to grip harder as your fingers pressed onto his back bringing his chest closer to your face. You pulled your lips from the soaked fabric, pursing your lips and blowing gently as goosebumps formed beneath your fingers, your lips so close to his nipple he could feel every breath you exhaled wisp against the damp lace.

You smiled before baring your teeth, your lips pressed against them as you licked one light stripe onto the little peak beneath the lace before lightly sinking down your front teeth onto the bud. Choso gasped harshly at the faint bite, causing his chest to cave and his shoulders to shiver from the feeling. Your eyes glimmered as you looked up at him, “You're so cute Cho~” you huffed in astonishment. 

You pulled away from him just enough to take in the full sight of him, your hungry eyes scouring every single inch of skin you could see. On his chest, small circles of saliva left behind from your messy kisses. The roaming blush down his neck accentuating the evidence of your endearing pecks, causing the ache between your own thighs to pulse. 

Choso fanned his eyelashes closed, embarrassed from how long you were staring, and your gaze fell onto his abs that were starting to glimmer from the light sweat that seeped from his skin. 

Your tongue darted past your bottom teeth in reflex, mouth watering as Choso looked down to your actions. Pressing your warm tongue onto his lightly salted skin, right above the first set of the ridges of his abs. His jaw fell softly, feeling your tongue trail up to his sternum with a low hum that vibrated against his suede flesh. The taste of his skin soaking onto the palate of your tongue causing a hum in the shape of a moan to buzz against his chest.

The hand on your shoulder trailing onto your neck, keeping a gentle hold as he watched you level yourself in his sight again.

Looking at him with a seemingly innocent smile on your lips before extending your neck up, Choso met you halfway- pressing his lips onto yours as you greedily sucked his tongue into the cavern of your mouth. His hand held the side of your neck to make sure you wouldn't pull away, his eyes were shut tight, eyebrows knitted as your hands slid down to his waist. You watched him with a half lidded gaze as your tongue swirled against his. 

Choso moaned into the kiss as your hands roamed to the swell of his bottom, your soft fingers giving his ass a light squeeze. The thin skirt creased in your grip before trailing your light fingers onto his hips in unison. 

He gasped into your mouth, breaking the kiss as he felt the tip of his harrowing cock pop from the band of the little panties that only held his balls now, you snapped your gaze down- his tip holding up the skirt in the shape of a tent as his precum started pooling onto the sheer fabric, causing it to become translucent.

Choso only let out an embarrassed huff at your staring. You pouted a feigned ‘awee’ before looking back up at him, trailing your hand from the side of his thigh to the inside of it.

“Have I been neglecting your pretty cock?” You cooed, Choso sighed at the words you spoke in a condescending tone. Even if it was a sort of praise it still sounded somewhat demeaning. He turned his head to the side with a soft exhale, his chest gleaming a blush against the lace as you giggled, raising your hand slightly and looking down to the translucent chiffon on his leaking tip. 

Though he was on top, and had a bigger frame- you had the control here. 

You lightly pressed the end of your pointer finger to his reddening tip that stood proud beneath the fabric. Choso’s chest heaved at the light pressure, his lungs threatening to let out whiny moans, only for you to pull your finger away from him with a mean smile. 

You sighed a dreamy breath, taking a second to look at him with your hand rubbing the top of his thigh soothingly. “Look at you-” you gasped in disbelief, his cock twitching from the compliment, coaxing a fresh pump of pre from his tip.

You slid your hands to his waist, slowly snaking them back to the silk ribbon that held the skirt on his hips, your face was unbelievably close to his as you pulled one of the pink bows’ tails, the top of the skirt loosening by the action. Choso looked at your face, bashful eyes staring into yours as you gently pulled the thin skirt from his waist, leaning back with a gasp and looking at the pretty pink panties that truly hid nothing- 

Choso’s chest let out a hic from looking at your expression as you tossed the soiled skirt to the side. Sighing as you looked at his state, the urge to keep teasing him was strong- but the look on his face made you feel like you were being a little too mean. With a sniffle from his almost pained expression, you caved. 

You grazed the tip of your finger from the band of the panties to the underside of his cock, gathering his precum on the pad- watching his face contort in attempts to not whimper at the feeling. Your other hand rubbing back and forth atop his thigh to soothe your teasing touch. Choso’s grasp on your shoulders was threatening to firmen- needing something to grip onto if you to keep on this way. 

“What sweet boy?” you hummed almost teasingly, “How do you want me?” you whispered in a coo, your touch against his cock was light- barely applying any pressure. But it was present enough for his lips to press shut tightly in attempts to hide his moans, knowing they’d come out in strained whimpers if he allowed them to leave his lips.

He looked at you with bewildered eyes- not being able to process the question. “You wannt-” you started, pressing the pad of your finger onto his crying slit before sliding it down to the side of his cock head, “My mouth?” you smiled with a perked brow, inhaling the sight of his face at your words. 

You leaned over- your lips brushing against his ear as your finger traced down his shaft, “You wanna fuck me?” you whispered- a shiver running down his spine at your enticing offers. One of the hands on your shoulders snaking to hold the back of your head to keep you close to him.

Choso inhaled with a light whine at the breath filling his lungs- quickly releasing the air before repeating the heavy breaths littered with whimpers- all but hyperventilating as you licked a stripe against the warm cartilage. With a seducing tone, “You wan’me to fuck you?” you huffed with a smirk, carefully wrapping your fingers around his shaft in a ghost-like grasp.  

His chest was practically heaving at your overwhelming words, unable to process what you were asking. The lines of the black marking across his nose bridge becoming wobbly, showing you he was getting off on your teasing maundering just as much as you were. 

You pressed a kiss to his feverish ear, trailing sloppy pecks down his neck- gently sucking on the prominent vein on his jugular, formed from how desperately he was holding back his moans. Lightly lapping your saliva on his neck, the glisten almost looked like glass from how thick it laid on his skin.  

“You wan’your mouth filled?” You rumbled against his collarbones as you gently pressed your thumb onto his weeping cockhead.

A throaty grunt left his throat from the act, the hand on his thigh trailing up his ribs with a feather light touch. Pressing supple kisses to the swell of his chest, rubbing your thumb lightly back and forth earning a few more semi-clear tears to leak from his exposed tip. 

In a way, your offers were spoken to fluster him- knowing he wouldn't last long from the expression decorating his face, along with the unfiltered whines between his heavy breaths. 

Choso’s eyes tried to stay open- watching your tender lips press adoring kisses onto his skin, but your gentle hold on his cock made his vision fuzzy from how obscene his view was. 

Your hand reached his back- goosebumps trailing in wake of your touch. 

You hesitantly tightened your grip on his cock, feeling your pinkie graze the band of his panties that held his balls exquisitely- adding just enough pressure to keep him from cumming prematurely.

Choso could barely focus on breathing- let alone make the choice you were leaving in his hands. 

Your thumb was lazily circling on his tip- his fingers gripping onto the fabric of your shirt as your fingers reached the hook of the lacey bra that Choso spent too much time trying to clasp. 

Your lips latched on his nipple once more- this time placing all the attention on the little bud that strained against the pink lace, a guttural moan left his throat as your thumb moved back and forth in tandem with your tongue, the hand on his back undid the hook on the thin wings of the bralette, causing the fabric to become shapeless in your mouth. 

You unlatched your lips from his nipple, slipping the lifeless lace from his chest. Wasting no time before you connected your lips onto it once more, leaving nothing to separate your tongue from his puffy nipple. 

With a circle from the tip of your tongue, you pulled away from his nipple with a quiet ‘pop’ before trailing wet sloppy kisses in between his tits. Latching onto his neglected nipple, sucking harshly as his hips bucked up into your hand- enticing you to stroke him quicker. 

Choso’s whines told you what his lips couldn’t- he was close. So, so fucking close. 

His breathing was ragged, on the verge of hyperventilating as you slowed your thumbs motions- gaining a frustrated grunt from his chest. Lightly dragging it down to the little v that formed beneath his cockhead.

Your tongue lapped at his puffy nipple as he started muttering incomprehensible pleads through breathy whimpers- the pad of your thumb gently pressing onto the sensitive skin, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull with a drawn out moan.

Even if Choso decided on how he wanted you- it was too easy to let him cum from a few lingering touches. So as his shoulders started shuddering- mouth slack jawed as his hips twitched- you pulled your hand away alongside your lips from his pink nipple. Leaving him right on the edge with an exasperated whine- his head bowed down as he caught his breath. 

A saccharine smile on your lips was what greeted Choso when he managed to raise his head, a sweet expression as though you had done nothing wrong. 

Both your hands landed on the loose bra straps that dangled on his biceps, loose from not being clasped together anymore. ”Let's get this off of you-” you muttered as he eased his grip on your shoulders- allowing you to pull off the damp pink lace and toss it mindlessly.

Choso’s cock stood tall between you, the little pink panties accentuating his reddening tip that was coated in a copious amount of precum that worked better than any lube.

His eyes were low, almost asking you why you’d derive him from the orgasm he was riding up. And as though you could read his mind- “You didn't tell me how you wanted me.” you smiled sweetly, almost apathetic as you watched his glistening chest settle into a breathing pattern. Choso looked down to his cock- your hand close to it- so close he could feel your warmth seep onto his shaft. 

Choso looked at the silken precum that messied your palm, “Well?” you hummed sweetly, earning for him to meet eyes with you. His lips parted as your clean hand came up to swipe away damp strands of hair from his forehead.

He was finally able to collect his thoughts as your hand gently caressed his blushed cheek, Choso knew he wouldn't be able to act on any of your proposals for longer than a few minutes. Just thinking of your mouth, of fucking you; made his tip twitch. And he knew if you fucked him, the prep alone would take too long for his tastes. His mouth watered from thinking of you stuffing his mouth while he came-

“Your hand-” he murmured with furrowed eyebrows as you raised your own. “C-can I fuck your hand?” he whispered with an exhilarated tone. You were surprised, sure. Thinking he would have asked for something else- anything else, but he chose your hand for his own reasons. So you gave him a sweet smile before pulling your hands from his searing body. 

Reaching for the hem of your shirt and tossing it to the other discarded articles of clothing on the floor. You tapped the top of his thigh lightly- urging him to raise himself a little. 

And as he did, you sank down into the bed further, his thighs on the sides of your hips leaving you directly in the splash zone. Choso looked down at you- already feeling apologetic before he even did anything. 

You parted your lips as the angle infiltrated your pupils- the sight was similar to missionary. But only this time, your legs were caged by his thighs, and his cock was hovering over your tummy. 

Choso was going to object to this position- not wanting to dirty you with his seed. But as your hand came into view, hovering right above your belly as your fingers formed an ‘o’ shape, awaiting his cock to push past the small opening. 

Choso gulped before placing his shaky hand to his pale base, guiding the red tip of his cock to press against your fists opening. His eyebrows knitting as he slowly rolled his hips into the tight ring, your clean hand landing on his thigh again as he slowly pushed his tip past the taut opening. Trying not to cum from the over-surrounding feeling of your hand around his cock.

Coating your hand in even more of his pre as his chest struggled to keep the breathing pace he just steadied. “It's okay Cho-” you muttered with an excited smile- “You can go as fast as you'd like.” you assured, watching his eyebrows knit as he dragged his cock from your fist slowly. 

He quickly thrusted his cock back in with a drawn out whimper. Taking your words to heart as he started sloppily thrusting in and out of your hand- the angle looked like he was fucking you- but his twitching thighs beside your hips made it seem like he was riding you. 

“There you go~” you smiled, feeling the harsh jolts of his thrusts shake the bed, Choso’s lungs unwillingly let out heaves littered with whines- his hips rolling into your hand as you watched him with prying eyes. Squeezing your fist when his cockhead would breach the rim of your fingers. 

He tried keeping his spine straight, he tried to not let his posture falter. But his knees couldn't keep holding him up- causing his hands to fall on either side of you. Face to face, chest to chest and keeping his sloppy thrusts in and out of your hand as you watched the faltering stripe on his nose start to drip slowly down his rosy cheeks.

Choso’s blushed chest was searing against yours, his sensitive nipples dragging up and down against your bare chest from his rigorous thrusts.

“You're so pretty-” you whispered against Choso’s lips, brushing against each other as he huffed in every breath you exhaled. His thrusts were borderline rabid- almost like he was trying to finish before you could pull your hand away again. 

Trailing your hand up the side of his hip, parting your lips as you watched the dark red tears fall from his stripe. Your hand held onto the side of his ass, gripping lightly as he fluttered his eyes closed and pressed his parted lips to yours.

The kiss he instigated was messy- mostly teeth and imprecise movements from his tongue as his moans vibrated against your lips. Your hand was caged between your tummy and his clenching abs that signaled he was close. 

He trailed a hand from the sheets up to the side of your face, pulling his lips from you as his striped nose bumped against yours. 

Your lips were brushing against his with every jolt from his thrusts, his half lidded eyes staring into yours. “S-so fucking good for me.” you stuttered through clenched teeth- words spoken into the warm air that hung between your lips and his.

Almost as though he was trying to suck your soul directly from your lungs- he gasped deeply, his hips stuttering their thrusts into your fist as he tried warning, ‘M’cumm-cumming- im cummi-’ into the air between your lips, forcing his half lidded eyes to stay open as his balls clenched in the lacy panties- 

With one guttural moan, his cock oozed out warm hard earned white streamers onto your torso. Fucking your clenched fist sloppily, Choso’s spasming hips struggled to bring himself down from the well won orgasm. 

You pressed a kiss onto his parted lips, slowly working your fist up and down his shaft in attrition as he muttered a curse. Your hand on the swell of his bottom wandering up to the little dimples of his back rubbing softly to soothe him as your palm threatened to overstimulate him. But the little hic’s from his blushed lips made that mean urge melt along with the violent trembles from his back.

His forehead pressed against yours as you assisted him in the comedown, breathing in the same air as his hips twitched in your grasp. His eyes threatened to blink shut from how your hand felt as you stroked him tenderly.

Slowly, Choso’s cock softened in your hand, pressing a sloppy opened mouth kiss to the corner of your lips. Raising himself ever so slightly onto his forearms, easing his head onto your chest as his mess spread on his own stomach, just fucked out enough to not even bother in getting a wet towel.

Basking in the afterglow as his eyes threatened to stay closed. Still breathing heavily as you placed your clean hand onto the back of his head, tangling in his black hair and scratching your nails lightly on his scalp as his eyelashes bat against your chest, small spasms rattling in his shoulders. 

Choso sighed softly, “They don't make lingerie for men, do they?” he asked with a breathy tone, your laugh rumbled against the side of his cheek from the question. You pressed a small kiss to the top of his head, “I'm sure they do- but you look prettier in pink.” you hummed as he gave a small grunt against your skin from the compliment. 

Knowing you were biased since that was the only kind of lingerie you've seen on him. But certainly not the last.

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this is what my dreams are made of. truly. strong men in pink frilly lingerie. nobody asked for it but alr plotting a prequel of reader showing him lingerie (them in it) where Choso ISNT a sub??? what?? me writing non sub Choso???? the world has flipped upside down

[amartianonmars]

Strahm: Insulting Hoffman's entire being

Hoffman, who can clearly see that Strahm is wearing a Victoria Secret lace bra set instead of their usual mesh sports bra: Whatever you say, beautiful

Image ID below the cut

[ID: A four panel comic of gender-bent Mark Hoffman and Peter Strahm in greyscale with red accent colors used for shading. The first panel is of Hoffman and Strahm arguing, with Strahm yelling and pointing at Hoffman who has a smirk on her face and her hands on her waist, a devil emoji floating above Hoffman's head while two exclamation points float above Strahm's. Hoffman is wearing a a suit jacket and a pencil skirt with slits up the sides with thigh highs, large bangle bracelets and giant hoop earrings with spikes. Her hair is up in a messy high bun. Strahm is wearing a striped dress shirt and high waisted dress pants with a black tie and bobby pins in her lose, short choppy hair.

The second panel is of Strahm from the waist up, left hand on her waist and head tilted to the left. Her eyes are closed as she continues to rant angrily, her mouth open mid sentence. Angry emojis float around her face displaying the fact that her ranting is angry.

The third panel is a close up of Strahm's chest and face from the lips down. Her mouth is open again mid sentence. Her black bra is in focus and is transparent from her white dress shirt, sparkles around her breasts. Around her head is "blah blah" showing that Hoffman is not listening to what she is saying.

The fourth panel is of Hoffman's eyes, done with eye shadow and eyeliner, half lidded and looking down, eyes shining with red light looking mischievous. She's blushing and has sparkles around her eyes with her eyebrows tilted up. She mumbles "mhm" . End ID]

[stayeudaemonia]

⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ stay awhile — simon riley x fem! reader

warnings: not proofread, p in v, cummin’ inside :3, blowjob, brief mention of pussyeating, pretty vanilla overall !!

‧₊˚ genre: smut

. ݁₊ ⊹ simon buys you a gift n you repay him

talking to simon riley was like talking to brick wall— it’s there, but it isn’t particularly listening… or so you thought, but today when simon trudged into the living room with his heavy boots on and a small gift bag in his hand your head perked up.

“what’s that?” you asked as you scooted closer to the part of the couch closest to him. he handed you the bag and you opened it with eager hands. your heart melted when you opened the small packaging to see a delicate necklace placed carefully in the black box.

“‘s that bloody necklace you wouldn’t stop chattering about.” he mumbled, his voice gruff. though his words were harsh you knew this was his attempt at being sweet.

“would you help be put it on?” you asked sweetly as you batted your mascara covered eyelashes. he huffed as you put your hair in a makeshift ponytail. he fiddled with the tiny clasp in his thick, calloused hands until it finally linked together.

you grasped the necklace in your hand with a tiny smile on your face.

“thank you, simon.” you whispered.

he sat down on the couch with a small hum in acknowledgment.

after sitting together and talking about your days you slowly made your way off the couch and between his thighs.

“what in the world are you doin’ down there, love?” he chuckled.

“‘m repaying you.” you hummed and unbuckled his belt.

“is that right?” he laughed. “mhm.” you giggled.

you fiddled with the button on his jeans with a small pout on your glossy lips, “help?” you looked up at him with half-lidded, desperate eyes.

“yeah, yeah.” he grumbled and undid his fly, lifting his hips in the air and sliding his pants and boxers down, his cock eagerly springing out. you looked up at his length and wondered, “how is it so big?”

you gently wrapped your hands around the base as if it was made of the most valuable material in the world and looked up at him as you kitten licked the tip.

“oh god,” he muttered, his chin squished against his neck as he watched you bob your head up and down. he laced his fingers in your hair and softly guided you in the pace he needed. the small whimpers and whines you let out vibrated his cock just right, and he let out stifled groans.

“oh fuck- that’s- that’s a good- good fucking girl.” he whimpered. “just- just like that.. mhm- mhm- oh god.” he muttered.

he put your hair in a makeshift ponytail as his hips bucked softly, careful not to disrupt your rhythm.

“love i’m- ‘m gonna cum.” he said but it was too late as his load poured into your mouth.

his inky brown eyes bored into yours as he spoke, “swallow it.” he demanded, and with no hesitation you did with a cheeky smile on your face.

“look at that…” he muttered, “just fuckin’ perfect, you know that?”

a shy laugh escaped your lips as you crawled on top of him, trying to slide yourself down on his already hardened cock.

“not today, love.” he muttered and a small frown formed on your lips. “but i wanna cum.” you frowned. “‘s not what i meant. lay down.” he huffed.

you slid off his lap and laid down, your head resting on the arm rest as he situated his hips between your thighs, sliding your leggings and panties down. he looked down at you and admired the way the sun bled through the sheer curtains and onto your dazed face and leaking pussy.

“christ almighty,” he murmured, “dripping this much already?”

you pouted up at him and tried to hide your face with your hands.

“none of that.” he grumbled and tugged both of your wrists in one of his hands.

he shimmied between your legs his face right in front of your poor pussy. he licked a stripe from the weeping slit to your aching clit.

“si- you- i want it.” you hiccuped

“you want what?” he asked teasingly. “go on, use your words.”

“y-you know what i mean.” you frowned.

“‘m afraid i don’t, sweat pea.” his voice was low as he moved a few strands of hair out of your face.

“i-i want you i-in me.” you muttered.

“what part of me?” he asked, feigning sweetness, and sitting up to his full height.

“you’re-you’re dick.” you whispered, fiddling with the bottom of you sweatshirt.

“there you go,” he murmured. “i know it’s so hard to use that stupid little brain of yours” he sighed.

“but you need to be prepped, hm?” he cooed. you looked up at him with big wet eyes and sniffled.

“please?” you whispered.

“if you insist.” he chuckled and stuffed the tip of his cock into your hole. a small squeak escaped your lips as he pushed in until his hips were flush against you.

“o-oh si!” you squeaked.

he let out a soft chuckle and slid your sweater off of you, watching your tits softly bounce with every movement he made.

he pinched your clit between his thumb and his index finger and softly squeezed, a hum of amusement vibrating his throat as you dig your hips deeper into the couch before bucking them back up.

after he hit just the right spot a few too many times a squeal escaped your lips and with no warning you came along his cock, your cream dripping into the coarse blonde hair that covered his pelvis.

“christ.” he growled, reaching his arms behind your back and bringing you to his chest with a huff.

he laid down, his head resting against the armrest and yours on his chest as you lifted you hips up and down, obscene noises filling the room as you did so.

he softly chuckled as he saw your mascara smudged down your cheeks. he softly wiped at your eyes before his hands traveled down your body.

he squeezed your hips in a way you’re sure will bruise you, not that you care. after a few more lifts of your hips he spill his seed into your pussy. as you were about to lift off of him he grunted and sat you back down on top of him.

“stay awhile.”

a/n: didn’t realize it’s already been like half a month since i posted anything of substance so here u go and happy late valentine’s day !!🤍

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

TW: SOMNOPHILIA (READER GAVE THEIR CONSENT AT AN EARLIER TIME)

Aaron can't take his mind off of you the entire way home from a week long case in Portland. That's seven long days and nights he's had to make do with his fist and a bottle of lotion, just imagining it was you. You've been working night shifts and weren't able to facetime with him like you usually would when he''s away and you're both feeling needy.

He drops his go-bag at the door of your shared apartment, shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his shoes, leaving a trail of clothing towards the bedroom. After 7 night shifts in a row this week, there's no doubt in Aaron's mind about just where he'll find you, it's 3am and he knows how hard you have to try to change your sleeping schedule after a week like this. He breathes out a sigh of relief at the sight of your sleeping form, buried under the covers in the middle of the bed, you're face down, with your nose buried in his pillow, no doubt breathing in his scent, letting it comfort you in his absence.

You left the nightlights in the hall and at the foot of the bed on for him, and his heart warms at just how thoughtful you are of him stumbling around in the dark. But the warmth in his chest is nothing compared to the heat in his cheeks after he has shed the rest of his suit and peeled back the layers of blankets over you to reveal your beautiful ass, covered only by a thin pair of lace panties, and positioned perfectly for him to admire it.

He feels himself pitching a tent in his boxers as he recalls a conversation the two of you had quite early in your relationship, about how you wouldn't mind the other person waking you however they deemed appropriate, or them using you however they need to. He sits back on his haunches behind you in the bed and palms himself at the thought of bring inside of you, finally inside of you after seven long days. He knows this can't wait til the morning, the weariness deep in his bones nothing compared to the fire now burning in his belly as he runs his hand over your thigh, checking how deeply you're sleeping. He slinks back to the doorway where he had discarded his tie, taking it back to the bed and tying your wrists gently together behind your back. Not tight enough to hurt, but certainly enough to hold them together.

He sheds himself of the last layer of clothing, hissing when his strained cock hits his stomach, snapping free from his waistband. He knows exactly how he's going to take you.

He drops to his elbows, making just enough space between your legs for him to lay behind you, and he licks a long stripe up your slit, from your clothed clit all the way up to your hole. He feels his hips move against the bed of their own volition as he gets his first taste of you, even through your panties. He loses his control then, quick to pull your panties down your legs, leaving them around one ankle in his hurry to taste you properly, like a man starved.

He starts slowly, suckling and nibbling at your clit and your folds, before you start shifting against him in your sleep, which only stirs him on. He uses his hands to spread you open so he can dive in, his tongue exploring everywhere it can reach inside of you. When he feels your walls start constricting around his tongue he knows you're close and he moans, loudly. The deep sound causing further vibrations throughout your body as your arms start moving above him, your fingertips finding his hair as you awake with a series of groans. Your sounds only cause Aaron's hips to start grinding against the bed as he continues his onslaught on your pussy.

Aaron knows you, and he can tell from your writhing that you're close but you need more, so he runs his fingers through your slick, coating his digits before he slips one into your greedy cunt. You let out a long moan as he adds a second, and begins curling them against you. He's very upset that all your sounds are being muffled by the pillow you're pressing your face into but his disappointment is countered when you manage to grab at his hair, tugging it. He speeds up his frenzied attack with his mouth and fingers working in tandem to bring you to the edge, before he replaces his fingers with his tongue once more, bringing his thumb to circle your clit furiously, his attempts to reach deeper into you are only causing the tip of his nose to toy playfully with your ass. This causes your grip on his hair to border on painful as you scream into your pillow, pulling at his roots, and he can taste your release on his tongue.

He rides you out through the waves of your orgasm before he pulls back, panting, and only now realising how badly he's strained his jaw in his attempts to lap up every drop of your slick. Now that he's sure you're ready, he kneels again, shuffling up behind you and using his mess covered hand to pump his leaking cock, knowing he doesn't need any more lubrication, having already coated his entire chin and nose in your juices.

He picks your hips up, sliding his pillow underneath you, so that you're at a higher angle for him, as he comes up behind you, peppering your back with kisses on his way up. He still has the full body urge to pound you into the mattress just so he can feel your vice grip on his cock once more, but now that you're awake he wants to make sure you're okay with this.

"What a way to wake a girl up, Aaron. Welcome home indeed." You laugh, as his stubble tickles at your neck, and he places kisses behind your ear.

"I've been thinking about stuffing you full of my cock for over 180 hours now, but who's counting?" Your hips stir at both his raspy, horny, sleep deprived voice in your ears and at the thought of his leaking cock finally making its home in your cunt once again.

"Well, don't stop on my account, please. Take everything you need." Aaron can feel your arms trying to free themselves from his tie but he needs no further encouragement as he pumps his cock once, twice more, lining it up with your entrance before he pauses to tease your clit with his head, flicking it and collecting the last dripping beads of your slick on his shaft. He hears you almost whimper in anticipation, but he can't hear you clearly enough. He tugs on your tied wrists, pulling you back against him so your face is off the pillow.

"Be sure to let me hear you, little girl. You know how daddy feels about you voicing your pleasure, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes, sir, just please, please fuck me already!" You practically cry, and Aaron knows he's done for, as if he could ever say no to you.

In one swift motion, he begins burying himself to the hilt, letting out a rather loud groan at the feeling of your hot, wet, spasming pussy stretching to accomodate his size, like always. He keeps one hand gripping at your wrists as his other hand takes you by the hip, pulling to ensure he's as deep as he can reach, allowing you just a minute to adjust before he starts moving, slowly at first. But hard thrusts, making sure the very tip of his dick collides beautifully with your g-spot each time. He feels your walls clench around him when he does and he knows he's not going to last very long at all, so he'd better make this worthwhile. He speeds up, pulling out to the last inch before pounding his length back into you, hearing a whine escape your mouth each time he buries himself inside you.

He's close, too close, after a week of fucking his fist with nothing but the topless polaroid he keeps of you in his wallet to help him, he's completely drowning in the pleasure of the real thing, of your tight pussy clamping down around his throbbing cock. He pulls your wrists further back against him, using his hand under your hip to guide your torso to be pushing back against his, now sitting back on your knees, he's almost fucking up into you now, letting gravity do his back a favour by pulling you back down on top of him after each thrust. Now, his free hand snakes around to your clit, quickly starting to rub tight circles on it in the way he knows will always get your thighs rubbing together in no time. The sounds in the room can only be described as pornographic, his balls clapping against your folds and the wet squelch of your mixed pleasure each time he stuffs you with his cock.

You're quick to release a string of curses along with Aaron's name as he can feel every vein in his neck straining, he must be practically purple trying to not spill his seed until you've cum around his cock once more. He feels your telltale bucking of your hips as the first wave of your second orgasm washes over you and he lets out a massive breath, before almost screaming your name as his thrusts become messier and his spasming cock paints your insides with hot white ropes of his cum.

It takes him almost two minutes to regain the ability to breathe and speak, and as the sound of thrumming blood in his ears gives way to normal sound, he can hear your sweet voice soothing him, telling him what a good boy he is and how well he did for you. He can feel your poor hands still pinned between the two of you playing with the hair beneath his belly button, making him realise he still needs to help you out. He unties your wrists, apologising for being so lost in his own pleasure that your poor shoulders must be aching.

"It's okay, Aaron, I was too far gone to even feel anything straining."

"Good, that's good." he says quietly, still clearly frazzled from just how hard his orgasm had hit him. He's softening inside you as he moves the two of you to lay on your side, and he pulls out. With a kiss on your shoulder, he pads off to the bathroom, returning with two wet washcloths. One to clean the growing sticky messes between both of your thighs and another for his face, still coated in your slick.

He discards the washcloths back by the basin and crawls into bed, caging you in his arms and declaring that he will never ever let you work that many night shifts in a row again, he just misses you too much. You can only form half the words to assure him you missed him every bit as much, as your sentence trails off and you drift back to your slumber, now much more content, sleeping in his arms.

This post is nsfw minors DNI****

Okay so this has been sitting in my inbox for a good while and I didn't know how to respond to it. So I have decided not to add anything because this is just an entire smut fic on its own.

I'll add warnings but of course I can't add the read more feature.

Warnings: Smut, somnophilia, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), reader is tied, masturbation, I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh @luvehotch @callm3c0nfus3d @ivyflowers13 @randomuserrs

Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11 @htchnr

[devzo]

Hi hi! Can you do a fluff to smut where Bill Confesses his feelings for yn ? (Female reader) 2009 era

CONFESSING FEELINGS

Bill kaulitz

content: fluff+smut

a/n: I didnt know which era of 2009 you wanted, ‘cause man had a thousand different one in the same year. So i just chose the dread one, you can imagine him differently!! Thank you for the request, and keep them coming!

You and Bill were close, really close. You were practically joined at the hip, always together whether it was hitting the mall, shopping, or just chilling at each other's places.

You had invited Bill over for a movie night, and there you were, huddled up on the couch with white chicks playing on the TV. "I want to tell you something," Bill's voice breaks the silence. "What is it?" you respond, your curiosity piqued. You moved slightly, now fully facing him, your attention solely on his words.

"I… I like you, I’ve liked you since i first laid my eyes on you," Bill admitted, his words catching you off guard. Knowing he felt the same way after all this time filled you with an overwhelming sense of joy. You leaned in for a kiss, and he reciprocated it happily. Bill deepened the kiss, his tongue entering your mouth. As it tangles with yours, he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you close as his other hand cupped your cheek, a tender gesture that spoke volumes.

Without breaking the kiss, he gently urged you to lie back on the couch, positioning himself between your legs with an intimate closeness. He was needy, and you could feel it.

He trailed kisses sloppily down your neck and collarbone, his hands trembling as they slowly move to take off your shirt, pulling it over your head as his gaze falls to your lace covered breasts. "You're so beautiful," he whispered softly, his words filled with genuine admiration.

His fingers traced the outline of your bra, reaching around and unclasping it. He watches as the straps fall from your shoulders while smirking to himself. He couldn’t believe you were giving yourself to him, since the day he met you, he never thought this exact moment would happen.

But here you were, sprawled out on the couch, in only your underwear as your clothes were thrown somewhere neither you or Bill cared. You looked down, the tent evident through Bill’s skinny jeans. His hands quick to unbutton his pants, unzipping the fly and taking them off, tossing them near your own. The only thing separating you from pleasure were your underwear.

Your hand relocates from your side to the back of his neck, tugging at his dreads impatiently. “So impatient, are we baby?” He coos softly, chuckling slightly when he hears you whine, He reattaches his lips to you neck, quickly finding your most sensitive spot as you moan softly.

Your other hand found it’s way to the waistband of his boxers, your fingers slipping in and out of it. Bill sensed this, his hand brushing yours off and he takes off the fabric, His dick sprang free, the veins on it more prominent then ever, the tip red with precum dripping from it.

His hands shifts to your panties, pulling them down with a swift move. His eyes were glued to your pussy, the folds a pretty pink and glistening. “Such a pretty pussy,” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss just above your clit, eliciting a whine out of you.

“please, Bill.. Stop teasing and just- Oh fuck!”

He lowers his head and licks a stripe up your slit, the small metal ball on his tongue felt cold on your skin. Bill reaches your clit and wraps his mouth around it, sucking gently.

“Oh my god.” you moan out as bill probes at your entrance with his finger, slowly inching it inside. You clench your thighs together, leading Bill to pry them apart, spreading them wide giving him room. His tongue flicks out tentatively, tracing the edge of your folds while driving his finger in and out of you.

He adds another finger, now his middle and ring finger in you. This adds to the euphoric feeling. He curls his fingers, brushing against the most sensitive spot inside you, making you see stars. He continued sucking, nipping, flicking, at your clit.

“Bill, fuck. I’m close.. Dont stop!” You moan out. Bill smirks against your skin. “Are you baby?” His fingers picking up speed inside you. You unconsciously squeeze your thighs together, almost suffocating Bill, but not that he’d mind being suffocated by your thighs.

Your walls clench around his fingers, your release close. Your eyes shut tightly as ebony covers your vision, with white specks enveloping the sight.

“’mcumming’mcumming, fuck!”

You exclaim as you reach your climax, releasing in Bill’s mouth as he gladly takes what he wants from you. He slurps up your juices, humming approvingly to himself. “You taste so good, baby.”

He leaned up and kissed you, His hand moving for your thigh to your breast, he squeezes slightly, his tongue entering your mouth as you gasp, making you taste yourself. You cringed slightly at the taste.

“Are you gonna let me fuck you?” Bill whispered against your mouth. “mhm.” you hum desperately, you could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, begging for release. He positions himself at your entrance, slowly pushing just the tip inside making you whine.

With one fluid motion, Bill slides into you, his girth stretching you in ways you never imagined. His hips began to move in a slow, sensual grind as he feels the heat of your body surround him.

“mm, you feel so good, baby.” He picks up the pace, the sound of skin clapping surrounding the room. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. Now not just brushing against your g-spot, he’s directly hitting it. Your nails drag along his back, leaving trails of pleasure-pain behind.

Bill’s thrusts becomes more forceful, his moans mix with yours, creating a symphony of lust and desire. “I’m so close.” he warns, his breath hot against your ear. “Me too.” you say as you clench around him. With that small move, Bill groans loudly and releases himself into you, his seed pouring deep inside you.

You follow him soon after, Bill continues to thrust gently into you, riding out both your highs. When your highs subside, his body shudders with pleasure as he leans forward, collapsing onto you, his breathing heavy and erratic. “You did so good for me.” Bill nuzzles into your neck, his hands gently caressing your body.

“that was… incredible.” You state. “you are incredible.” he corrects, provoking a smile from you as pulls out of you, rolling off and laying down next to you. He wraps an arm around you pulling you closer to his chest and he pets your hair, mumbling praises about how ‘You were so good to me’ ‘You were such a good girl.’ ‘You okay?’

[prettygirleli]

YALL I DESPERATELY NEED KYLE GARRICK SO WHATEVER FOLLOWS THIS IS COMPLETELY SELF INDULGENT I FUCKING NEED THAT GORGEOUS ASS MAN!!!!

warnings: 18+, fingering, oral, reader is chubby and of color, reader is female, hair is described as curly/coily, anddd yeah!

you'd been arguing. all fucking day, and Kyle was sick of it. he hasn't the faintest idea of what's got your panties in a bunch, but he figures they can't be in a bunch if you aren't wearing them.

and that's why you're currently bent over the back of your sofa, dress pulled up, with your own panties stuffed in your mouth and Kyle's fingers knuckle deep in your soaked pussy.

"been so argumentative, love, and you won't even tell me why? tsk, tsk, tsk. yelling at me, but getting all quiet and broody when I ask you what's wrong? that don't sit right with me, pretty thing."

he curled his fingers up, hitting that soft spot inside of you that left your legs shaking, muffled moans leaving your full mouth.

with his free hand, he laced his fingers through your curls, tugging your head back gently. his lips were soft as they pressed against the pulse point of your neck, before they parted to let his teeth sink into your skin, coaxing a quiet, strangled noise from you.

"was tha' a whimper I heard?" he asked, speaking against your skin. "could barely fuckin' hear you over the sound of this soaked cunt of yours. 's like it's speaking to me."

he pulled his fingers from inside you, hungrily kissing every patch of skin that was visible, making his way between your legs and the couch. nuzzling the soft, plush skin there, he began to kiss and bite along it, leaving deep imprints of his teeth in his wake.

picking up the skirt of your dress, which had fallen from all the squirming you'd been doing, he latched on to your clit, laughing into your pussy at the jerk of your legs.

he licked long, slow stripes over your slit, relishing and collecting the rapidly pooling slick on his tongue. it wasn't long before he added his fingers back into the mix, faster this time. two, then three fingers pumping and curling inside of you as his tongue worked it's magic on your clit.

it wasn't until your second orgasm that he let up, sliding back from in between your legs and leaning on the back of the couch. your legs were absolutely wobbling, and Kyle's eyes were locked on the way the fat of your thighs jiggled. he looked up at you from the floor, grinning as you took the panties from your mouth.

"ready to talk to me now, pretty thing?"

[noassparetime]

RUN BABY RUN . ( leon kennedy x f﹗ reader ) PART TWO ﹗

DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT .

IVE ALSO NEVER WRITTEN SMTH WITH MORE THAN ONE PART BARE WITH ME﹐ I ' M NERVY

enjoy ❤️

CONTENT WARNINGS : stalking﹗ breaking and entering﹗ DUBCON ₍ pls this isnt a joke ₎ ﹐ oral sex ₍ f receiving ₎ ﹐ p in v penetration﹐somnophilia﹐ KNIFE PLAY .

some of the content within this chapter may be disturbing to some audiences﹐ reader discretion is advised . PART 1 HERE 1270 words no proofread

CREDIT : gif credit to me lmao

GIF SOURCE : HYDRAFXX on twitter

FILTER BY 161FR0ST on twitter

AS USUAL﹐ NO MINORS UNDER THE LINE PLS AND THANK U

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there she was﹐ my little dove . so innocent﹐ so peaceful . she was absolutely fucking oblivious to the fact that i am in her house right now﹐ watching her live like this was some kind of twisted reality show﹐ except﹐ she didn ' t know about the cameras .

she ' s sat on a rocking chair﹐ watching some sitcom on tv . she ' d giggle to herself occasionally﹐ my heart fluttering at the sweet﹐ sweet sound of my little dove ' s joy . soon enough﹐ [ Y / N ] made her way upstairs﹐ her robe hitting the floor﹐ revealing her perfect tits﹐ the only think keeping her somewhat modest being her flimsy lace panties . she got in bed﹐ her eyes glued to her phone as i watched from the small crack between the closet doors . she really has no situational awareness or any sense of danger﹐ does she﹖ it doesn ' t matter﹐ i ' ll teach her all of that soon enough .

as soon as i was sure she was asleep﹐ i stepped out from my front row seat to the show . i walked towards her﹐ she smells just as good as she did before . i slipped the covers off her body .

sweet fucking jesus .

she ' s perfection laced in ecstasy﹐ wrapped in a pretty pink bow just for me . leaning down﹐ making sure the mattress didn ' t dip too much﹐ my hands grazed her thighs﹐ her legs falling open almost instantly . she ' s fucking captivating . i settled on my stomach﹐ my lips gently met the skin just below her belly button as i kissed my way down . goosebumps followed my trail﹐ spreading down her skin as she arched her back slightly . i couldn ' t help but grin as i felt her react to my touch . my poor little dove ' s body is betraying her .

my lips trailed downward﹐ kissing her slit through the thin piece of material . fuck﹐ it wasn ' t long before i was intoxicated﹐ drunk on her from just a taste . my tongue darted out of my mouth﹐ licking a stripe from her entrance to her clit . her body jerked﹐ my eyes shot towards her﹐ making sure she was still asleep . my little dove needs to enjoy this . i placed my knife on the bed next to me﹐ just in case she tried something stupid .

i hooked a finger on the material as i pushed her panties aside﹐ i was in awe as i stared at her perfect cunt﹐ glistening wet﹐ and begging to be worshipped . fuck it . i shoved my face into her﹐ my lips latching onto her clit as i sucked﹐ hard . her hips jerked in response﹐ her eyes shooting open . shock coursed through her tiny frame﹐ her hands pushed my face away﹐ i happily obliged﹐ taking a step back . she shot up﹐ pushing her body back . disbelief painted her features﹐ her beautiful face pale .

❛ shh . . . ❜ i cooed﹐ picking up my knife from the bed . her taste still on my tongue﹐ a smile forming on my lips . i crawled onto the bed﹐ my cock straining against my jeans .

❛ come on now﹐ little dove﹐ don ' t make me use this . ❜ i held up my knife﹐ the blade glinting in the moonlight . i sat down next to her﹐ running my fingers down her shaking face .

her mouth opened slightly﹐ her words caught in her throat . my hand met her arm﹐ pulling her body over mine﹐ her legs on either side of my hips . her poor frame shook as i raised the blunt side of my knife to her throat . i could see a tear slip down her already flushed cheek .

❛ unbutton my jeans﹐ angel . ❜ i spoke﹐ adrenaline coursing through my body as i stared at her .

shy hands moved down my body as she closed her eyes﹐ her fingertips sending shockwaves up my body as they grazed the skin just above my waistline . i sucked in a breath﹐ biting back a moan . the sound of my zipper sliding down filled the room﹐ my jaw clenching as she took the initiative to pull my cock from my underwear .

❛ such a good fucking girl . ❜ i cooed as i watched her﹐ her thighs clenching against my body . my words had an effect on her﹐ i know they do . she can ' t lie when her body reacts like this . ❛ ride it . ❜ i continued﹐ my tone authoritative . her eyes widened for a second﹐ her mouth falling open once again . she didn ' t say anything﹐ instead﹐ she aligned my tip with her entrance﹐ her eyes squeezing shut as she sunk down . i heard a whimper tumble from her lips as her cunt hugged my cock so tight﹐ practically sucking me in .

a deep groan snuck up my throat as she sat﹐ adjusting . i couldn ' t believe this was finally happening﹐ i was balls deep in the woman i loved﹐ the woman i craved so deeply .

❛ that ' s it baby . ❜ i cooed softly﹐ ❛ all of it﹐ like a good - ah﹐ fuck - like a good girl . . . ❜ my breathing was quick and shallow﹐ matching hers as my other hand rested on her hip .

i guided her﹐ gently urging her to rock her hips - she did . it was like the heavens had come down and bestowed upon me their greatest blessing﹐ my perfect [ Y/N ] and her tight pussy .

she moved faster﹐ taking the opportunity to lift herself up and drop down﹐ using me and my cock to chase her high . her moans fell from her lips like diamonds﹐ adorning the room with their sparkle﹐ illuminating our bodies in this disgusting act of lust and sin . her hand drifted to my cheek as she rode me﹐ running from my jaw to my lips﹐ she smelled like heaven﹐ she felt like sin .

i could feel myself getting lost in her﹐ completely and utterly ruined by her . i studied her face﹐ the way she started enjoying it made my heart beat faster . her eyes shut as her head rolled back﹐ my tip kissing her cervix oh so gently . fuck﹐ she ' s magnetic . i dropped the knife﹐ using both hands to grip her hips as i stilled her .

the moaning ceased only for a moment﹐ our heavy breaths in sync as i thrusted up into her . the sweetest sound left my little dove ' s lips﹐ her hands gripping my wrists for support . her nails dug into my skin﹐ the burn stinging so good .

❛ fuck﹐ baby . ❜ i moaned as i watched her enjoy every ounce of pleasure she was getting from me . her walls tightened around my shaft as her legs shook softly . i gripped her left hand﹐ moving her fingers to her clit . we were close﹐ so fucking close . ❛ small circles . ❜ i instructed﹐ watching as her tiny body writhed in pleasure .

the familiar sensation hit me like a truck﹐ my body shook as i pulled her down﹐ her bare chest pressed against my shirt as my arms wrapped around her small body .

i held her close as her climax hit﹐ forcing a scream from her throat as she shook﹐ her unoccupied hand tugging at my hair .

her walls contracted a few more times as we came down from our highs﹐ my hips still slowly rocking my dick in and out of her perfect pussy . i planted a soft kiss on her forehead .

i knew there ' d be questions soon﹐ but for now she seemed tired . i waited for her to fall asleep before slowly and gently cleaning her up and tucking her in .

maybe she ' d think it was just a dream﹐ or maybe my dove will finally come home .

[cheollipop]

Sorry if I’m late to hard hours. I was trying to think of a prompt and then I was just reminded of this video:

https://twitter.com/intimatespaces/status/1637351238625886209?s=46&t=pEx9ML_AFTWts7to9JdO2w

Reminds me of San bc I feel like he can get so desperate like this that he just hoists you up like this to get right to it. And he’s got the muscles to do it 🥴

nsfw link

first of all, how dare you do this to me. I saw this in the morning and everytime I spotted a solid, vertical surface my mind wandered back to this ask. DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT????

ahem, anyway.

nsfw under the cut—minors dni!

barely through the front door, san threw his keys onto the small table by the entrance and turned around to crash his body into yours, your lips painfully pressing together in a messy battle of teeth and spit.

"sannie, wait," you tried pulling away, but the arm he had around your waist held you flush against his body, his free hand undressing you hastily. "let's go inside first-"

"can't wait. 'need you right now," he mumbled, trailing his lips down to your jawline to suck a bruise there, his hot breath blowing heavily over the skin.

a small squeak escaped through your lips when san's hands gripped the back of your thighs and lifted your bare body. before you could wrap your legs around his waist, he continued hoisting you up his torso until your thighs enveloped his head and your legs dangled off his shoulders, back pressed into the wall.

your fingers instantly gripped his black locks, your body swaying in his hold before he tightened his his hands over your hips.

"s-san, I'm gonna fall!" you protested, trying to keep still.

"you won't fall," his words vibrated on your skin as he pressed feathery kisses over your inner thighs. "trust me, baby. can you do that for me?"

at the sight of his feline eyes looking up at you—all wide and pleading—your head moved on its own, the small nod enough to drive san's face further between your legs.

his lips parted to latch onto your clit, sucking harshly to draw out a surprised moan from above him, his tongue flicking over the hooded nub before pulling away, the hands on your hips sliding down and tightening just under your ass to spread your legs apart. the fingers in his hair tightened, unintentionally pulling him off you as you scrambled to keep your balance.

he looked up at you through lidded eyes, an unamused expression on his face after you'd interrupted him. "I asked you to trust me, didn't I?" a shiver ran through your body when the deep baritone of his voice hit your ear, an embarrassed sound of agreement reverberating through your chest. "you're safe, jagi, I promise. let me make you feel good now, yeah?

"okay," you whispered, and san's lips were on you again, pressing a harsh kiss onto your clit before dipping lower.

his tongue poked out to taste your arousal, groaning deep in his throat before rolling it out fully and licking a stripe up your slit. "taste so fucking good. 'could barely hold back from fucking you in front of everyone at dinner," he mumbled into your cunt, his tongue pushing past your clenching hole the second the last word slipped through his lips.

glimpsing down at the man, his face buried between your legs and his tongue stuffed into your pussy, guttural groans vibrating inside you as your arousal flooded his tastebuds. your eyes trailed over his shoulders, the muscle bulging through his shirt and making way for the strong arms holding you up, the fabric stretched thin around them.

at the brush of his tongue over your g-spot, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you quickly forgot how high up you were being held, rolling your hips into san's face with the burning need to cum. you were already pent up, san's fleeting touches throughout dinner and on the drive back home enough to have you gushing into the pretty lace panties he'd recklessly stripped you of the second you'd stepped into your shared apartment.

but now his nose was pressing into your clit, his tongue curling inside you until your thighs began to shake around his face. 'cum for sannie,' you could hear him say as he looked up at you, fluttering his eyelashes while he pushed you over the edge.

you came with a cry, your fingers tugging harshly on his hair while he encouraged you to ride his face, strong hands holding you firmly over his shoulders. so you rolled your hips over his tongue—all desperate and needy, pleasure dimming the world around you and sending sparkling waves of heat up your spine. san stayed still and allowed you to take whatever you wanted from him, his cock straining painfully against the material of his pants as he felt you clench around him. when your hips slowed down to a stop, his tongue slipped out of you and moved back to your clit, the small kitten licks he placed over it making your body spasm in his hold.

"one more," you heard him whisper.

staring down the man while he eagerly lapped at your overstimulated cunt, his cock undoubtedly hard and leaking all over the inside of his tight dress pants, your eyes fluttered shut as he guided you through a second orgasm. your body shuddered forcefully in his hands, curling in on yourself as twinges of pain mixed with shockwaves of burning pleasure, violently rushing through you and making you see stars. san's tongue moved slowly over your clit, dipping lower to swallow down the arousal gushing from your pussy before finally pulling away.

you instantly recognized the glimmer of want in his eyes—this was going to be a long night.

[angelicabunny]

Doll - part two.

genre: smut

warnings: sub!chris x fem!reader, smut, boyfriend chris x reader, nswf - minors beware (i dont controll what you read) !!

as i mindlessly scroll on my phone, i can feel chris’s warm hand snake around my waist as he kisses my neck, a smile making its way across my face. his fingers now tracing circles on my stomach exposed by my cropped shirt. i purposely ignore him while smiling, his fingers toying with the laced underwear i have on without the usual tracksuit pants.

“babyyy,” he whines, dragging out the word, “pay attention to me.” he said jokingly.

“ew chris” i giggle while pushing his hand off me, still facing the other way.

“please ma,” he says while breathing shakily, “i need you.” he continued speaking while pushing closer to me, his needy bulge pressing against my ass.

i rolled over on the bed to face him, my hand cupping his slightly stubble covered face, his blue eyes staring at me in a more innocent way than usual. his chest rising and falling as i left a soft kiss on his lips.

"so needy for me arent you baby?" i say gently. he nods softly in response.

“lay back for me.” i say softly while pushing his chest. his head now resting against two pillows propped up against the large headboard. his hands gripping my waist as i straddle his lap, grinding gently against him. i dip my head down to meet his, planting a kiss onto his rosy lips. his mouth slightly hanging open, desperate for air. i sink my tongue into his mouth and let it dance with his own. his hips bucking below me, craving more friction, i pull away from the kiss leaving him unsatisfied.

"b-babe, please." he whines in between shaky breaths.

"only if youre good for me." i coo at him while tugging at his brown locs.

"mmh, anything for you ma."

my hands making their way down his chest, hips, and finally his waistband. i tugged at the elastic of his boxers, letting it hit him, his lower stomach jolting from the sudden sensation. i push my hands off him and make my way down to his crotch while still kneeling on the bed. i press my lips against his clothed bulge, keeping my eyes locked onto his. my fingers hooking around his sweats before pulling them down and tossing them carelessly to the floor. chris becoming needier by the second as i slowly removed by top, exposing my black laced bra, his favourite.

his hands making their way up to my chest, trying to cup my breast before i pull away, teasing him even more.

"no touching, okay?"

"mm s-sorry ma, ill be good." he replies while placing his hands back down.

i put my attention back to his bulge, his boxers covered in a puddle of precum. i lick a long stripe against him making him shiver beneath me, my hands resting on his thighs trying to calm him. i tug at his boxers before removing them and tossing them to the pile containing the rest of our clothes, his cock springing out and hitting his happy trail. his tip red, drooling and needy.

i rub my thumb over his slit, collecting his wetness before spreading it down his length. my knees pinning his legs down below me, leaving him in a whimpering mess.

"oh g-god," he whines, "feels so fucking good."

i wrap my mouth around his tip, letting my tongue draw circles around it, teasing him even further. i fit what i could in my mouth before gripping my hand around his base, stroking painfully slow. my mouth and hands working with each other as chris's moans and whimpers filled the air. his cock throbbing as i let out a moan sending vibrations down him.

"g-gonna fucking cum baby~" he moaned.

before he could finish i pull off him with a wet pop, his body jolting from the sudden movement. confusion and neediness painting his face.

"not yet baby," i say while motioning for him to sit up.

i pulled my panties to the side, my own heat leaving a pool of wetness on them. i slid down on his deprived cock, letting myself adjust to his size before moving. my arms wrapping around his neck for support as his hand held the small of my back while the other held his weight up.

i started slowly, taking him all at once before finding a fast pace. my walls consuming his bare cock as the sound of our overlapping moans bounce around the room. his head falling back in pleasure as i continue to slam down onto him, my plush thighs colliding with him as he tried to buck his hips.

"so close." he muttered while gripping my hips. i could feel myself growing needier, safe to say he was feeling the same way, my bounces became sloppier as we both came closer to the edge. his hands gripping my hips almost hard enough to leave bruises as i planted my face into his neck.

"f-fuck." he moaned lightly before filling me up. my body shaking helplessly before i clench around him, waves of pleasure seeping through my veins. i stayed on his cock to ride out our highs, wetness dripping onto his thighs as i struggled to catch my breath.

"mm, so fucking good." he said while rubbing my lower back.

i kept my head resting in his neck before running my fingers through his hair.

sorry this is so short !! it’s super rushed and idk if i really like it 😭 also to the person who requested this i hope this is kinda like what you wanted <3 !!

[stevenssticks]

HELLO P MY LOVE! it’s 7AM and i’m going feral but, can you write a smut about early met lars and kirk having a crush on reader and coming to her to teach them how to please a woman since they don’t have much experience? thank you dear!! <3

oh my god this is so…!!!!!!!! my little guys :(

ok so kirk and lars would be so shy and embarrassed to come up to you :( both of them are complete virgins (lars literally was confirmed to be one at the beginning of met) and they both have the biggest crush on you that they don’t know how to handle

one day it just spills out that they’re both so unbelievably inexperienced and kirk is blabbing about how he’s so anxious that he won’t be able to make his partner feel good :(

so ofc lars does THE dumbest shit ever and is like “can you help us?” and then turns bright red and is about to bolt out the door of your home, knocking over all your beers in the process before you grab him and ask

“why are you leaving? want me to help you or what?”

kirk and lars are speechless like. oh this is a dream come true!

and so you wind up laid out on the couch with both of them on their knees in front of you. you’ve got your legs spread. stripped to panties and that pretty lace bra you made sure peek a little over your shirt tonight just for them to ogle you.

“wanna make me feel good?” you ask, and their heads nod so hard you worry for their necks. you lift up your legs to shimmy your panties off and then you’re completely exposed to them. they’re both hard in their pants, aching and twitching, but this is about you. teaching them to make YOU feel good! and they’re determined to do so.

you’re prettier than anyone they’ve ever seen all laid out like this. you guide lars to go first, he was the one who asked for help of course.

you take him by the hair and gently drag him towards your cunt, “wanna feel it? go on..” and lars lifts a couple fingers up to guide his hand through your slit.

“yeah.. good boy. how about you try using your tongue? lick a nice stripe up my pussy for me. always feels so good.”

lars is quick to act, flattening his tongue on you and spreading your folds. you beckon kirk to move to watch closer, then grab him too and demand that he mimic lars’ movements. they go back and forth like that. licking and then moving to suck at you when you guide kirk to where your clit is.

they’re both so pussy drunk. faces covered and lips slick and smooth with your juices and their spit. they moan and whine into you, both pairs of eyes looking up at you so sweetly. waiting for you to tell them they’re doing a good job, making you feel good like you taught them to. you’re so close, murmuring “fffuck m’ gonna cum.. kirk c’mere and suck on my clit again.”

when you look down at kirk you lock eyes with his big pretty brown ones, and then you’re cumming on his tongue, unable to resist bucking into his mouth, him letting out a surprised little noise.

when you come down, you look over to lars. he’s still impossibly hard, possibly even harder than he already was. but now his fly is down and he’s got a hand around himself, not properly jerking, just rubbing.

“see what kirk did, lars? you’re gonna do that same thing, and then i’ll give you both a chance to make me cum with your cocks. sound good?”

lars and kirk have never been happier.