#Underwear is blue tho

[askblueandviolet]

-pours pink environmentally safe glitter into Macs sock/underwear drawer then puts it into his shampoo bottle, and puts the empty bottles into the child's bag-

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[litlunacy]

Saw everybody else doin this picrew that's been runnin round, figured I'd join in the fun!

Astarion with my tiefling bard Temerity and my drow durge Nilofynn.

Tem thinks the bat sweater is hilarious. Fynn is missing his red candy cane hair striping and pretending a five o clock shadow is his fey patron tattoo, but still really cute I think.

[buntanteen]

bestie fwb!mingyu headcanons (nsfw)

summary: kim mingyu and reader's bestie fwb dynamic headcanons :3

contains: 18+ nsfw writing so mdni!! implications that reader is smaller than gyu

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bestie!minyu who is just a poor puppy not catching a break from anyone 😔 especially from you lmao. you're one of his biggest supporters but also biggest teasers. post-concert, you'll be imitating how he's trying to make carats swoon with his charms (the both of you know how proud you are of him <3 you just love seeing him pouty) 

bestie!mingyu who lets you use his chest as a stress balls. you once said "honk honk" while squeezing them and got your mingyu tiddies card revoked for a week😢

during bestie!mingyu’s night dance practices to finish, he'll come whine to you that "jeonghan hyung is being mean🥺" or complain about whichever member is pulling jokes on him. he should've known better that you’d be riling him right with them 🥰

fwb!mingyu who comes home to bury his face in your chest after a long day. you think he's knocked out...only for him to start licking, nipping and sucking marks onto your skin :3

bestie!mingyu who will always provide you delicious meals😌😌 is constantly cooking you a something when you come over and has deemed you his official taste tester! if you insist to cook alongside him, he'll refuse. he might let you peel the veggies tho <3

when you go out to eat, bestie!mingyu will always insists on picking up the cheque. since you get pouty about him not letting you pay, he lets u buy the dessert at the convenience stores or cute lil cafes as a compromise

bestie!mingyu who always asks you to take pretty boyfriend pics of him for his carats🥹 ofc you oblige, loving to see his fans fawn over new pictures that you so carefully asking him to pose for  

fwb!mingyu who begs to eat you out and hits you his 🥺 puppy eyes so you to let him (you were going to anyways)

bestie!mingyu who comes to you for relaxation or advice when he's stressed out of his mind. he lets you pamper him with gentle touches and soothe away his worries with sweet words. you tuck him into your bed so he rests well to tackle the next day😊

feeling safe enough to initiate touch with bestie!mingyu :) he gives as many piggy backs as you desire as long as you let him bite his fangs into your arm when he's bored 🥰 sits you in his lap in crowded group hangouts. you've insisted that he sit in yours too, but your legs became numb after 5 minutes😭😭

good puppy fwb!mingyu whimpering pleads against your neck or between your legs for you give him permission to cum while he ruts against the bed sheets 🥺

always having sleepovers with bestie!mingyu. atp you could be another roommate to the minwon household for how often you're just vibing at their place when they arrive home

fwb!mingyu who got caught sniffing your underwear post sex when you went to get him water. you end up stroking his hair with his head in your lap, jerking him off with your underwear around his cock...but you leave him blue balled as a punishment <3 "oh! i'm late to work, see you later after your tour?😘”

while he's on tour, fwb!mingyu won't have phone sex with you, but leaves you voice notes of the pretty noises he makes jerking off as payback <3

ames note: hi hi! this is my first time writing wooooo~ this was definitely self indulgent😅 i just wanna be friends with mingyu! he seems like the most fun guy to hang out with...and to get dicked down by lmao. i hope y'all enjoyed it and are doing well!! i tried for something gender neutral but i'm not sure if i achieved it? feel free to kindly give feedback <3 ς(.-‿-)

author note: do not distribute my work on other platforms without my consent. if you see my writing in places other than this tumblr account, please let me know. my writings are purely fictional fantasises for fun. the people i write about are real human beings and should still be treated as such. please do not take my writings seriously or as truth.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 1 ] || [ Chapter 3 ]

Pairing: Soap x Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1K~ cw: a bit of dirty talking/innuendos Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?

Chapter 2: Johnny

“Oh, hello…” You remarked to yourself as your eyes locked into a stunning pair of blue eyes on your screen, stopping your mindless right-swipping. “...Johnny.”

“You’re 29… A soldier… Scottish… Are you friends with Kyle?” You mused playfully. “Let me guess, you’re a gym bro, aren’t you?” You asked sarcastically as you tapped your finger on the right side, skipping through his pictures. The first one immediately after was him lifting while wearing a weightlifting belt. “Yup… Mandatory gym pic.”

Chuckling to yourself, you snap a screenshot of his profile to the girls as well, sending it quick.

leah: @/mia Whatever good energy you sent its working. second hot guy in the last 5 minutes! mia: i lit a CANDLE for this!!!!! leah: there weren’t any handsome guys like this when i was on tinder?! �� UNFAIR. 🙄 you: blow it out then cause this is the 3rd actually. leah: 3rd??? Where’s number 2??? you: didn’t think to snap a screenshot. hasn’t matched me back yet. mia: has he posted a shirtless pic? you: kyle did and this one idk but probably. need to check. leah: Don’t forget to send it over.🥴

Shaking your head and laughing in amusement, you went back to Tinder, checking on ‘Johnny’. The mandatory gym pic was there… a couple of them in fact! And then the mandatory shirtless selfie. Or rather… The mandatory shirtless SELFIES. Plural.

Three of them… The first one was him just straight up wearing just a towel… And the next was him in a kilt… And the next was him with a button-up very much so unbuttoned. 

“Oh, my, Johnny-John-John… You sure know how to woo a bird…” You joked to yourself.

You dragged your finger down to check his bio and immediately frowned. “Of course…” You trailed off with a disappointed frown as you snuck another spring roll into your mouth.

He might be stupidly attractive, but his personality… Gosh, he doesn’t know how to sell himself. Boring, boring, boring. “I work out and like video games!” You quipped mockingly and scoffed a bit.

“Artist.” You remarked when you reached the last of his profile’s tags, spotting that word in the hobby section. “An artist? You?” You asked your phone screen as if Johnny would come alive in it and answer you. 

You’d admit, him calling himself an artist was intriguing enough, but normally that wouldn’t be enough to make you Swipe Right on him… But you’re not under normal circumstances. You promised your friends you’d Swipe Right on everyone so…

Your phone almost dropped out of your hand as soon as the ‘It’s a Match’ screen showed. “Of course… He’s probably swiping right on everyone as well…” Rolling your eyes, you go to click off the screen but accidentally enter DMs.

Johnny: ye have any scottish in you? you: not that i know of. Johnny: would ye like to? 🫦 Johnny: wait. wdym not that ye know of??? Johnny: i was trying to be filthy and now got me curious bonnie

“Fuckin’ hell…” You said as you set down your phone and covered your face before breaking into a fit of giggles.

The fact you had accidentally ruined his pick-up line and succeeded in stumping him got you very, very amused. Okay, maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as boring as you thought.

you: story for another time. you: i walked right into that one tho. good job. Johnny: no ye cant do that Johnny: gotta tell me all about it now you: i mean werent scottish people everywhere in the uk at one point? you: i might be 1/370232103484320th scottish. Johnny: would ye like some MORE scottish in ye then? 🫦 you: solid attempt again. you: if you keep trying you might just get there. Johnny: i intend to dont worry you: soooo… Johnny: so? you: were you wearing underwear under the kilt? Johnny: no Johnny: why want a peek? 😏 you: i’m good you: so ur an artist? Johnny: i am Johnny: ur fast at typing fuck you: what kind? you: keep up then! Johnny: drawing Johnny: im trying 🥴 you: can i see some? Johnny: hanging with my mates difficult to text fast 😤 Johnny: idk if ull be in the mood to see anything after im done with ye you: why? 🤨 Johnny: might be too tired and need to be cuddled to sleep 😏 you: oh fuck off. Johnny: u just cursed me out Johnny: i think m in love 😫 Johnny: gonna tell my mates i just met my spouse 🥴🥴 you: don’t give them any ideas. you: haven’t even agreed to meet up with you. you: haven’t been invited in the first place. Johnny: meet up with me 🙏 Johnny: meet up with me 🙏 Johnny: meet up with me 🙏 Johnny: meet up with me 🙏 Johnny: meet up with me 🙏

Your eyes widened at his enthusiasm and persistence. Okay, he was definitely not boring… It was actually kind of endearing and funny!

you: jc r u copypasting that? Johnny: yes Johnny: are ye going to or not you: can i get back to you on that? Johnny: ill wait for ye you: sure you do that johnny Johnny: ow the sarcasm burns

Concealing a chuckle, you clicked off the DMs page for the second time tonight… but, this time, you closed the app and focused on eating dinner.

Sure, this whole dating app thing was stupid, but at least you were enjoying yourself. 

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[chris-slut]

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

pairing : sub!nerdy!matt x soft!dom!reader

summary : when you catch your best friend’s brother matt touching himself to your photos, you decide to step in as you can’t take yourself away from his face and the glasses that were slipping down his nose.

! 3rd person p.o.v !

warnings : SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it please!), getting caught, masturbation, mommy kink, pet names (good boy, mommy, handsome, baby).

a/n : okay i kinda did this idea already but whatever:))) i also hate this!

matt — blue “ y/n — pink “ nick = purple !

you were at your daily sleepover at nick’s house, who’s your bestfriend. he has two other brothers who lived in the house but you never really talked to them before. you’ve always noticed matt tho. he was shy and never really talked in classes the two of you shared unless it was to answer a question asked by the teacher.

as you walk past the room of your best friend’s brothers bedroom to get back to nicks so the two of you could continue your movie, you hear soft whimpers past the door. you try to walk away but the sound of whimpering begin to grow louder which pulled you back to the spot in front of the door.

“please y/n, fuck m’ so close!” you hear from outside the door as you slap your hand against your mouth. there’s no way matt was jerking off to the thought of you. i mean, you never talked to him before so why was he thinking of you like this?

you tried to pull yourself away but you just couldn’t. all of a sudden your standing directly in front of the door with you hand twisting the knob. you open the door wide as your eyes scan the room and land to the queen sized bed next to matt’s window.

the boys curly hair was sticking to his forehead as his glasses were on the tip of his nose from the sweat making them slide down. he has his phone in his hand as he slides his hand up and down himself. your eyes widen as you notice his gaze meeting yours.

“matt? what’s going on..” you ask, a confused look taking over your face. matt slides his phone behind him as he moves his hand off himself. “uhm— nothing!” he says as he lets out an awkward laugh, pulling the covers over his exposed half.

“matt cmon, i heard you from outside the door. you aren’t good at being quiet,” you say as you walk over to him with, crawling between his legs. the boy lets out a breathy moan as he looks up at you.

you notice the pink hue that’s on matt’s face as he watches you runs your fingertips over his thighs that had previously been covered by the blanket. “so, what were you doing?” you ask as your hands tease over his length.

“i— uhm,” he mumbles as he places his arms next to him. “just yknow’ messing around..” matt whispers as he feels your hand move under the cover. a smirk appears on your face as you remove the cover off of his lower half.

“messing around? i didn’t know messing around involved whimpering my name..” you replied as you place your hand onto his hard-on. you put your legs on each side of him to get a better angle. matt looks down at your hand as he places his lip between his teeth.

“fuck, ‘didn’t know you could hear me,” matt whispers as he feels your hand move up and down his length. a breathy moan leaves past the boys lips as you move his hand to begin sliding your shorts off. he moves his hands to your hips but pulls them away quickly in embarrassment. “‘m sorry!” the boy says as you shake your head at him, “it’s okay handsome, you can touch me.”

matt moves his hands back to your waist as he watches you slide your underwear down your thighs. his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. you hover over his tip as you look up at him, face a light pink as is glasses are halfway off his face. "ready?" you ask matt as he quickly nods. "yes- yes 'm ready," he replies.

you place yourself onto him as a moan escapes past your lips. once matt feels himself enter you, his chests begins to rise up and down. you push his glasses back up as his nose scrunches. “f-fuck,” he lets out a breathe he feels you move up and down softly.

“god, feels so good m..” matt whispers as he cuts himself off before he could embarrass himself. you place your hand on the side of his face as you move his head to look at you. “it’s okay baby, you can say it.” you tell him as he nods. “feels good mommy..” “good boy,” you praise as he lets out a moan in response..

you begin to move at a faster pace as you feel yourself clench around matt’s length. the boy throws his head back as your movements begin to become sloppier by the second. whimpers escape past matt’s lips as his hand grip onto your waist. the sight of him like this could just make you cum.

“feel good?” you ask as the boy in front of you nods quickly. “yes, yes it does!” he whimpers out as he nuzzles his face into the crook of his neck. you feel him twitch inside of you as you feel him remove his face from your neck.

“mommy, pls let me cum. ‘m close!” matt pleads out as you nod. “cmon baby, cum with me.” you move up and down once more into him as you feel him release into you. you come undone shortly after as you throw your head back. both of your chests move faster as you try and regain your composure.

“did so good for me, so good.” you tell him as he nods. “you sure?” he asks as you nod in response. matt moves himself out of you as he lays back against the headboard, sweat beating down his forehead. you lay down next to him as you place your hand on his arm.

“are we finishing our movie or what?” nick yells as he bangs on the door. you turn over to matt as you place your hand on your mouth. matt chuckles as you grab your clothes and put them on quickly. “yeah, coming out now!” you reply as you grab your phone and place it in your pajama shorts pocket. “see you matt,” you whisper as you place a kiss on his cheek, quickly walking out.

@qnzov @chrissturniolos1wife @starsturns @stvrnmc @mattslolita

[lovifie]

Lift Me Off My Feet

Chapter 2: Captain’s Dinner

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Original Thought - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12

Warning/Notes: Captain Price x Reader (on this chapter only, the poly 141 is still building), Oral sex (F receiver), a bit nasty

The rest of the drive goes by in a breath, suspiciously, Simon didn't step on any more bumps, and it felt like being rocking a baby. Kyle got his hand inside your shirt, but as nasty as your acts before, now his hand was just innocently caressing your back, keeping you calm and pliant against him.

At some point, the car stops and you hear Simon talk with someone outside of the car.

“Go ahead, Lieutenant.”

The car moves again but for short this time. And just after a minute or two, the car stops and Simon turns off the engine. Everyone begins to exit the car, Kyle included with you in his arms. You notice people walking around, not too close but enough to see you, and you start to feel self-aware of the fact that you are being carried like a baby by the Sergeant.

“Can you put me down? I want to walk.” You say squirming a bit in the Sergeant’s arms.

“It's faster this way actually, doll.” He responds giving you a quick smile.

“At least put me on your back, it feels weird not seeing where we going.” You say turning your head around as much as you can.

Kyle snickers, making you turn to him with your eyebrows furrowed. “Doll, I actually would be really glad if you let me carry you like this the rest of the way because like this I can hide the fact that I came on my pants like a teenager.”

“Oh.” That's all you managed to say as you feel your cheek blushing. You can definitely feel your panties sticking to your pussy, but he must definitely feel his underwear hardening.

“Soap, Ghost, we will tomorrow at 0700 for a debriefing of today's events. Go rest now. Kyle, come into my office so we can find the key and free our little birdie.” Price orders behind you, relief flowing through your veins at the thought of being free.

Kyle enters the room, Price’s office by logic, and sits you on a desk. And once you are seated, he raises his arm and crouches down getting out of the weird knot of limbs.

He stands before you, free, as you look at him dumbfounded, still cuffed.

“H-how… You could do that?!” You ask looking at him. “I thought you didn't fit, that's why you haven't got out! You could do that?!”

Kyle simply chuckles at you while he adjusts his pants quickly and drops a peck on your forehead whispering against your skin. “Sorry, luv. But it was just too comfortable.” He turns to Price, announcing he is going to take a shower and leaves the room sending you a wink right before closing the door.

You turn to Price, looking a bit shocked still and he picks the key from the drawer at his desk. “Sorry about him, he is a good lad. Hope you were not uncomfortable, right?” He asks as he walks up to you, you put your hands together expecting him to unlock the cuffs, but instead, his hands travel to the back of your tights and he picks you up forcing you to put your hands around his shoulder (almost strangling him for a second before you remember to move your hands above his head)

You let him be, too tired already to fight anymore, and he sits you on the other side of the desk. In front of his chair, once you are seated, he sits on his chair and gets between your legs.

The sight in front of you shouldn't be allowed, broad shoulders making you physically spread your legs to accommodate him, blue eyes looking up at you and warm hands picking yours. “Let's take these off, yeah?”

“Yes, please.” You whisper back, not even sure what you are begging for.

Price takes the cuffs back, furrowing when he sees the red mark where the metal dented into your soft skin. He caresses both wrists drawing circles and then one of them goes higher on your arm up to the bandages. “How's the pain?” He asks looking at your arm.

“Hm? Oh, that… honestly, I always thought bullet wounds would hurt a lot more. It's not too bad, I almost had forgotten about it.” You say smiling back at him.

He chuckles back shaking his head. “I'm definitely having you give a pep talk to the rookies. Sorry about your blouse, as well. I'll pay for a new one.” He says caressing your arm.

“Oh, there is no need, really. This is an old one, I should have thrown it out a bit ago anyway.” You admit shaking your hands to let him know there is no need.

“I insist. And if you get any medical bills, or need any physiotherapy sessions or anything. We will pay for them, we'll take care of you, doll.” He says standing up to his full height still between your legs.

“You keep saying that…”

“What do you mean?”

“That you will take care of me.”

“Yes. We will if you allow us.”

You look at his face, trying to decipher what he means. But the intensity of his gaze pulls the air out of your lungs leaving you breathless, the heat from his body is scorching against you and the ground seems so far away you feel like you falling off a cliff.

“Are you okay, doll?” He asks softly looking to meet your gaze again cupping your face.

“Yeah.” You say softly pulling his hand away and you put a hand on his chest pushing him back. “I-I should get going, I have work in the morning it's better if I get back home.”

“You can stay the night if you want, I'll drive you to work tomorrow.” He quickly responds like he doesn't want you to go.

“Capt- John.” You correct yourself earning a smile from him. “John, I need to shower, and I don't have any clean clothes, really you have done more than enough for me, I will just go home.”

You stay looking at him, waiting for him to move back so you can hop off the desk and get out. But he doesn't, instead, he gets closer and moves both hands to cup your face making you look at him. “You are thinking too hard, doll.”

And then, as natural as it is to blink, he kisses you.

A soft peck right on the corner of your mouth to test the waters, a soft peck on the other side, and then, softly, almost like melting at the touch, a kiss right to the centre of your lips.

He moves slightly back, enough to be able to speak and ask. “You solid?”

And you nod.

You are not even a hundred per cent sure you know what he means, but you know that whatever the man in front of you would ask, you would say yes.

You shouldn't, you don't know him. You only know his name and his position as Captain. You know your mind is not clear, right now he is your saviour, he is been taking care of you since you met, and he is so strong, so gentle with you, so handsome.

You shouldn't be leaning in for another kiss, but you are.

There is always tomorrow for regrets.

But tonight, all your senses scream John Price.

Never did you though a kiss could get you so hot and bothered, he only has his hands on your face and his lips on yours and you are already panting.

He moves forward, hips crashing onto yours making you gasp and he uses the opportunity to get his tongue on your mouth.

You can taste the tobacco on his tongue, swimming down your body. His hands move, taking your hair back into a ponytail and he pulls back. It stings and you groan softly, shifting to a moan when you feel his lips down your throat.

His moustache tickles the soft skin of your neck in contrast with the scorching feeling of his breath. “Who beat me to it?” He asks, chuckling drily looking at something on your neck.

Fucking Kyle.

“Better to erase it, doll.” He says, possessiveness taking over him. And there are no more soft kisses, now he makes out, no, he devours your neck like a madman. Sucking and biting, feeling the mark erupt and your panties to grow wetter.

You bite your lip to try and not make an embarrassment of yourself from how badly you want to moan, and you take his shirt out of his pants. Running your hands under the shirt, needing to feel him.

“I hope you don't mind, sweetheart. Since it is already ruined…” He trails off as he grabs your shirt over your chest and pulls, hard, pulling the buttons of the fabric and ripping it where it didn't give in.

He almost growls when he sees the skin giggle and he dives right into your chest. His hands rest on your waist pulling you forward him, pulling your shirt out of your pants.

You try to take off your jacket, but the sudden movement causes a sharp pain in your arm making you groan in pain. Price quickly detaches himself from your skin to look at your face, alarmed he hurted you. “Sorry, you alright love?” He asks feeling guilty. You shake your head, only worrying him more and then you add. “It's not you, the jacket. Got stuck on the bandages or something; can you help me, please?” He smirks mischievously at you. “Help you to undress? Oh, darling, that's my pleasure.”

He kisses you on your lips again, taking off your jacket carefully and then your shirt. He pulls your bra strap down your shoulder, leaving your bra downside, your boobs out and pushes up. He cups one of your boobs groaning on your mouth when you moan softly and then bends down to get the other one inside his mouth.

He twirls his tongue around your nipple, savouring the taste of your skin. You move your hand to the back of his head, and when he gets lower, right under your boob over your ribs, and he bites you as you pull his hair moaning his name. “John…”

“Yeah, darling, moan my name like that.” He mumbles against your skin before he goes back to your mouth. “You taste like fucking candy, sweetheart. Can't fucking wait to taste all of your.”

“Do it. Do it, please.” You say against his mouth, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Aw, darling, what a fucking sight. Asking so nicely, how can I say no?” He says between kisses as he undoes your pants.

He lifts your ass from the desk with an arm as he pulls down your pants and your underwear all together. He leaves you again on the desk and undoes the clasp of your bra taking it off. Leaving you completely bare on his desk, while he remains completely dressed. The vest is even still on.

“Fuck… I must have been a fucking saint on my last life to be worth it of this sight, angel.” He says looking up and down your body as he moves his hands from your waist up to your face to give you a kiss. “I'm gonna make you feel good, love. So, so good…” he trails off as he begins to give kisses down your jaw, neck, collarbones, sternum, tummy, and just when he is about to reach your mount. He pulls back making you whine. “Shh, pretty, just getting comfy.”

He grabs the chair from before sitting down, gets closer between your legs and pulls them over his shoulder forcing you to lean on your back using the elbow that is not hurt to prop yourself up enough to see him.

He kisses the inside of your tights, from your knee and higher, higher, higher… you can feel his beard on that soaking part of you where you need him the most. But he doesn't indulge you, instead, he goes back to your knee and high again. Teasing you, leaving you panting, aching, clenching around anything, needy, desperate.

“John… please… no more teasing…” you beg, feeling desperate for him.

“Poor baby, already soaking.” He says looking directly at your cunt, and you feel as he presses a thumb on your clit making you shudder at the feeling and he slowly moves it down your slit, reaching your dripping hole and pressing it, but without getting it inside. Just collecting your juices and driving you mad.

He takes the thumb up to his lips licking it while he looks at your eyes. “Just as I thought, fucking candy, love.” You want to complain, to grab his hair and shove his face against your cunt but the only thing that leaves your lips is a bratty whine, too horny to think straight.

You feel Price chuckle against your skin, and when you finally feel ready to tell him off, he presses his tongue flat against your clit turning your brain to absolute mush as you let go of a moan worth of a porn video as you let your head fall back.

He moves his head up and down, letting his tongue move between your folds; collecting your arousal mixing it with his spit making a mess on his beard.

His index finger moves to your entrance, slowly getting it inside stretching you slightly because of the size of his hands. He sucks at your clit, almost making out with it. And once he feels satisfied with it, he gets a second finger inside.

You keep moaning his name, like a mantra almost, not being able to remain quiet when he begins to thrust his finger in and out of your wet cunt. The sounds, the squelch, the sight, delightful.

You have been given head before, but never like this. It never had you begin for them to keep going, to not let you hanging, never this desperate. But John Price, it has you wishing you could kiss the terrorist of your neighbour just for putting you in his line of vision.

He curls his fingers inside of you pressing a point that has you falling on your back hitting your head load enough for him to chuckle against your cunt, but before he can lift his head to check on you, you just get your hand on his head keeping him in place.

Caressing his hair, spreading your legs even wider, he eats you out like a man starved. Like he hasn't eaten in days like he just found a water fountain in the middle of the desert.

You realise then, that the reason why you have never felt like this before with any ex-lover, is because you have never felt this desired. You can feel Price moaning against your cunt, and it makes you wonder who is enjoying it more.

Not for long though, because you begin to feel the knot on your stomach get tighter. More and more tight, you feel your toes curl and you close your eyes letting your mouth open as you feel the knot coming undone like an elevator free-falling. A high-pitched moan leaves your lips that in any other situation would make you feel embarrassed and your tights clasp around Price’s head when he doesn't relent on his attack.

He helps you ride out your orgasm as you cover your face with your hands, the light in the room is suddenly too bright, and after a couple of seconds, you look up at him.

And the sight…

He is sitting, leaning back against the chair, manspreading wide, an elbow resting on the armrest as he lazily licks clean the fingers that were just inside of you. Absolutely content with himself and his accomplishments, a sight absolutely devilishly delicious.

You notice the tent on his pants, and you try to touch him with your feet. But he grabs your ankle, and you don't have enough energy on you to push it.

“As much as I would like to keep going, doll.” He says letting your leg down and coming up closer to your face. “You can barely keep your eyes open, so I think it's time to rest.”

He stands up, goes somewhere behind you that you guess is the bathroom because of the sound of water and a bit later, he is back. He picks you up, and lays down on a sofa, with you on top.

A bathroom and a sofa inside of his personal office, he really is a military captain. He covers the both of you with a blanket, he gives you a kiss to the forehead and before you know it, you are out.

Post-nut clarity doesn't hit until a couple of hours later.

You are naked, in an unknown man's office, far away from home, with no phone, no keys, no money, no clothes, ashamed.

So you do the only thing you can do, you slip away from the sleeping handsome man, get dressed as fast as you can without making any noise and leave the room. You don't even bother to put on your blouse, choosing to just close your jacket.

Once outside, you let a sigh escape your lips. You know the military base, it is actually not that far away from your home, less than an hour walking back.

Are you excited about walking back home at the break of dawn alone? No. Do you have another choice? Not really, not any that would help reduce the walk of shame you found yourself doing.

So you get your hands on your pockets and start doing your half a marathon back home.

And just as the sun is beginning to pick over the horizon, you reach your home.

Just last night there were dozens of police cars, military workers, everything, the whole paraphernalia. But now? It is just dead silence, no a soul in sight, as if nothing has ever happened.

The janitor calls your name when he sees you, he gives you your keys and tells you that the police dropped them by when they cleaned everything.

You wait for the elevator and make your way up to your floor. On apartment 608, there is a police notice, banning everyone from getting close to the crime scene. There are bullet holes and some bloody handprints on the walls, a blood splutters a bit too close to the height your arm is.

You shake your head trying to forget about it, and open your door. Once inside, you lock the door and look for your phone. Only to remember that it must be in your bag, in your car, where you dropped it when you tried to run.

You look at the clock on the wall that you always forget about, and realise you have 20 minutes to get ready if you want to make it time to work. So get at it.

Most of those 20 minutes, go into taking a shower. You feel dirty, mainly because you are, but also because you feel used. You think about Price and Kyle, handsome military men, they have probably visited countries you don't even know exist and they probably have a lover in each of them.

You are probably just another one, and you let them in so easily. They must have barely felt any satisfaction from such an easy catch.

You feel like crying for being so silly, but a voice in your head stops you. The voice in your head that picks you up whenever you fuck something up. Don't cry! Why would you cry?! They used you just as much as you used them! And they are not crying! So neither are you! You made a grown man cum on his pants by rubbing yourself a bit and an even grown-er man basically get on his knees to eat you out! So don't cry!

So you get out of the shower with another attitude, you are going to get a hold of the situation, you are going to get space between these men and yourself, and you are going to be just fine!

“Son of a bitch!” You exclaim when you see yourself in the mirror, if you had thrown yourself down the stairs there would be fewer bruises on your body. Well, not bruises, hickeys.

You huff getting out of the bathroom to get dressed, and then back to the bathroom to cover all the hickeys.

By divine grace, you make on time for work. You are exhausted, starving and if any of your coworkers spoke to you today just a bit out of tone, you would chew their arms off. But luckily, everything goes right.

At least, until you get back home, and the first thing you see when you get off the elevator, is a masked man standing in front of your door.

I guess it is a series now, I don't know where I'm going with it but there is still a couple of things I have thoughts about.

If you guys have any ideas or scenarios please, tell me hehe

And if you want me to tag you on the next part drop a coment 💗

[nottsangel]

god artpatrick taking ur virginity… they’re sooo sweet with u.. asking if ur sure like a million times…. patrick kinda taking the lead, art praising u kissing ur face…. both of them being sooo sweet and gentle with their girl….. they feel honored kinda (patrick won’t admit that tho)

mhm mhm they would honestly be the perfect combination. patrick would focus more on you physically while art would have his attention on you emotionally.

patrick’s hands would eagerly roam over your body— one hand squeezing your tits and the other one rubbing gently over your clothed, yet already dripping cunt, meanwhile art trails sweet kisses along your jawline at a slow pace.

“you sure about this, baby?” art whispers softly before you nod, feeling slighty nervous but trusting them both completely. art gently grips your jaw, guiding you to meet his gaze, his blue eyes locking onto yours.

“we need you to use your words, okay?”

“i’m sure, i promise— please” you plead, feeling ready and so desperate to feel them as you instinctively lift your hips when you feel patrick tugging at your underwear. “hoooly shit, she’s so fucking wet already, man.” patrick chuckles as he sees your dripping pussy, glistening in arousal as he tosses your soaked underwear to the ground. “i bet she is.”

you cheeks heat up at their words, feeling slightly embarrassed as you have never before been so exposed to someone like this. art slowly leans in, pressing his soft lips to yours before kissing you deeply, tongues exploring each other as your heart races. patrick slowly eases his fingers into you, trying to be gentle despite his eagerness, and completely stretches you out as he prepares you for their cocks. “that’s it, baby. we’re gonna take good care of our girl.”

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[sterredem]

LUNCH

Billie eilish x driver!reader

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Summary Billie Eilish has a girlfriend, and the whole world knows.

Warning spelling mistake, not proofread

A/N not the biggest fan but I like it. Thanks for the request, and sorry that it took so long to post, but life has been a bit busy atm.

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User1 OH??

User2 Obsessed

User3 I’m actually freaking out

User4 AAAAHHH CANT WAIT

User5 LOVE U BILLIE💙

User6 AAAAHHH

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billieelish AAAAHHHHH!!! (Louder)

User7 Is blue true blue?

User8 French??

User9 LUNCH??

User10 I really wanna know what these are about

User11 prolly a few about Y/n

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User13 SO EXITED!

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User1 Aaawwww

User2 she’s so hot

User3 they’re*

User4 So happy to be an f1 and billie girlie

User5 we got fed

User6 Refrence to HMHAS??

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User8 I love yooouu!

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billieelish that’s when you found me

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User10 why can’t she just be a supportive girlfriend for once? Every post about billie is also about f1 and every comments is ether objectefying her of mocking her

User11 i wouldn’t say anything, you don’t know about their relationship so you don’t have the right to comments in it.

User12 hot.

User13 stop killing me in fortnight please

Yourusername sry that was me…

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billieeilish NEW YORK AM I PLAYING YOU MY ALBUM TOMORROW ??!!???!!!???!!!?

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User1 AAAHHHH!!!

User2 IM GOING TO BE THERE!!

User3 I love you and Y/n

User4 What is lunch about????

User5 I am so in love with her, there is no way I can put it in word

Yourusername same

User6 WHAT?!

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Yourusername my lovely girlfriend just released a brand new album!! Go stream ‘HIT ME HARD AND SOFT’ !!!

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billieelish THANK TOU LOVEE! Liked by author

User7 THEY ARE SO CUTE!!

User8 looking at this cute post while I know that lunch is probably about her is so weird

User9 FOR REAL!!

User10 this looks so much like a PR relationship tho…

User11 bro bffr

User12 CUTIES!!

User13 Mothers!

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billieelish ITS A CRAVING NOT A CRUSHHHHH 🍒🍒🍒

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User1 WE SUPPORT YOU BILLIE 💙💙💙💙💙💙🫂🫂🫂✨✨✨✨✨✨🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

User2 hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot ho-

User3 wifey

User4 💙💙💙💙💙

User5 I LOVE YOU

User6 MUSIC VIDEOOOO

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User7 of course she had a real 🚜 like why not?

User8 MOMMYYY

User9 where did you get all the underwear?

User10 from her shows and Y/n

User11 wowowowoowowowow

User12 Charli likes boys but she knows I’d hit it🗣️🗣️🗣️

User13 🔥🔥🔥

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Yourusername My amazing girlfriend just released an album and did a remix with Charlie xcx!!!! Dear billie, I am SO proud of you! And I feel honoured that I get to call you my girlfriend (and that you wrote me songs)

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billieelish I LOVE YOUUU!!!

Yourusername 💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️

User1 AAAWWWW

MaxVerstappen1 Whipped

Yourusername shut up

User2 IM IN LOVE WITH THEM!!

User3 I can’t believe that they do so cutesy on insta but then you hear the songs about her and they are so DIRTY

User4 I’m in love with their love

User5 IM SCREAMINGG

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User7 she looks so happy!!

User8 Supportive gf!!

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billieelish MY GIRLFRIED JUST WON HER FIRST F1 RACE!! I am so proud of you!! Aso it was really great meeting everyone in the paddock!

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Yourusername ILY THX MWUAH!

Landonorris it was gray meeting you too!

Maxverstappen1 always a pleasure to see you

Oscarpiastri congrats Y/n!

User9 SHE RUINED HER AESTHETIC FIR HER!! THEY ARE IN LOVE LOVE!!!

User10 now we have 2 supportive girlfriends!

User11 I loved seeing her on my tv!

User12 same! And I loved seeing her talking with the other drivers!

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[sturnioloarchive]

" ℳℯ 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂. " - 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓅𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾ℴ𝓁ℴ

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙟𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙠𝙞�� 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 𝙅𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨, 𝙍𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝘿𝙤𝙢!𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨, 𝘾𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝘿𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙉𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣(?), 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧?? (𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.

{ 𝘼/𝙣 : 𝙄𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨, 𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙋𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩!! }

You should've knew better than not giving Chris the attention he wants, instead you were ignoring him without even realizing, giving his brother too much attention.

"Matt what do you think about those?" I gave Matt one of the cookies i was baking, wanting another person's opinion.

He took the cookie from my hand and took a bite from it, chewing thoughtfully he then looked at me, nodding.

"They are good! Like too good-" he said with full mouth which i smiled at and thanked him.

I saw at the corner of my eye Chris, my boyfriend looking at Matt then at me with his eyebrows furrowed but i didn't look him.

"Will you not ask about my opinion too?" Chris said with a deep voice, i looked at him with my eyebrows rised slightly then i took one cookie and gave it to him without a word.

Matt just looked between the both of us while eating his cookie, Chris took a bite and chuckled.

"Nah man you lied to her, they're bad as fuck." He chuckled dryly once again, my mood instantly falling.

"Then don't eat them, they are not just for you" i rolled my eyes, scoffing with annoyance.

"Stop being a shit Chris" His brother looked at him and laughed, trying to lighten the mood when he felt the tension.

I scoffed again, putting the cookies in a plastic container then turned to matt.

"Tell Nick we have cookies when he comes back, oh and try this too" i poured him a glass of the orange juice i made and gave it to him, he smiled at me and thanked me quickly.

Chris kept looking at me but i ignored him, even tho his eyes burned me, i cleaned the mess i made and washed my hands.

"Im going in our room" i said dryly to Chris in which he replied with a scoff.

I went downstairs to our shared room, and took some clothes to take a shower, but before opening the bathroom door Chris suddenly walked inside the room.

"Put the clothes away, you'll take a shower after im done with you." He demanded and took of his t-shirt quickly.

I felt wetness starting to pour out of me, i immediately put down the clothes and looked at him waiting for him to say something.

"Come here" He looked at me, his blue eyes now dark with lust, i swallowed and got closer to him.

"Do you realize how much you were ignoring me the whole day? Or did you do it in purpose hm?" He grabbed my jaw not too roughly but not gentle either.

"I didn't do it on purpose" i defended myself quickly, looking up at him.

"You weren't? Is Matt more important to you huh?" His grasp became tighter, his teeth grinding against each other in anger.

"Chris do you hear yourself? Of course you're more important im sorry if-" He then rudely Interrupted me.

"Take off your clothes, i don't want to hear your fucking words." He let go of my jaw sharply, getting away to take off the rest of his clothing.

I took of my shirt and pants leaving me on my underwear, i looked over Chris he looked at my bra and panties, silently telling me to get them off so i listened to him.

"Lay on the bed and spread open your legs" i obeyed him quickly, laying down and spreading my legs, the cold air hitting my pulsating clit, my wetness very visible now.

Chris chukled dryly at the sight the sound making goosebumps rising upon me, he crawled on the bed and looked between my legs, he took two fingers and circled my wet entrance.

I moaned softly at the contact, looking at Chris my eyes pleading him for more.

"Such a slut ma, s'fuckin wet for me hm?" He laughed dryly, looking at me and smirking, he then leaned down slightly to spit on my clit.

The act made me whimper pathetically then he suddenly pushed both of his long fingers inside me, i moaned out his name as the stretch was deliciously burning.

"Fuckin' whore making me jealous of my own brother, you wanna fuck Matt hm?" His pace quickly quickened, pushing his fingers in and out of my wet pussy, i moaned out louder than the last time.

"N-no i don't-" I said through whimpers, my eyes closed shut as his fingers curled up and hit that spot that made me float.

"No? You don't seem like it the whole day you were paying him attention, like he's your boyfriend like you are his, whoring yourself around him!" He groaned, he pushed in a third finger which made my eyes open wide and moan out loudly.

Chris laughed at my pathetic state, the middle finger from his other hand started rubbing my clit, making me close to cumming, just as i was about to finish he took of his fingers and licked them clean whilst looking at me.

"Spread your legs more, I'll make you regret your actions." I obeyed him, spreading my shaky legs as much as i can, and looked at him he looked back and smirked.

Chris grabbed his cock and slapped the tip of his dick on my clit, rubbing it up and down teasingly, tears started falling from my eyes.

"So needy that your cryin'? Such a good slut, want my cock that much? Hm?" He didn't wait for my answer and pushed all the way inside, i moaned loudly at that.

He stayed like that for a moment to let me adjust a little bit, my pussy clenched around him tightly pushing him even more inside my hot heat.

Chris pushed his dick out so just the tip was inside, he looked at me and then pushed in hard and groaned out, the sound and act making my eyes close shut in pleasure.

"Ya like that ma? Like how my big cock is stretchin' you out?" His pace quickened and hardened, he hooked one of my legs on his shoulder, the new position making him push deeper.

"Yes!" I whined pathetically, my eyes opening and my mouth hanging open into a "o".

"Wanna cum ma? Gonna cum on my dick like the perfect slut you are huh?" He started fucking me harder than before, the headboard hitting the wall and the bed squeaking underneath us.

One of his hands grabbed my tit and squeezed, then he pinched and rolled my nipple which i moaned loudly at.

"C-chris! Need to-to cum!!" My words were barely understandable, Chris chuckled at that but he understood me.

"Who’s cock are you gonna cum on baby, huh? Who’s makin’ this little pussy wet?” he then put me on a matting press, his cock hitting my g-spot too good to care that Matt might hear us.

"Y-you! Only you!!" I squealed out, my eyes wide open, his gaze fell to my bouncing tits and smirked, leaning down to suck on my left nipple for a moment then pulled back.

"Yeah? Only me slut!? Telle again who's fuckin' ya so good" my eyes were now shut, and my sounds ever louder.

"Nuh-uh. You don’t get to pretend I’m him! You don't get to pretend im Matt! Open your eyes and speak slut!" He started abusing my pussy faster his whole weight pressing against me, making me feel dizzy with pleasure.

"Come on say my name whore, Who’s fuckin’ you right now? Is it Matt!?" He asked sharply.

"Chris! You're making me feel good! Chris's fucking me so good!!" My eyes opened and i looked at him, i felt my stomach tightening i was so close.

"Chris's fuckin’ you good, ain’t he?" He chuckled at my words, his hands holding my thighs close to my head, i nodded eagerly at him and moaned loudly when he punched that spot once again, his tip abusing my cervix.

I knew the pain would be so much later but i couldn't care at this moment, "Pl-please Chris i need to cum!"

"Who’s makin’ your little cunt feel good? Who are you gonna cum for?" His pace hardened more if it was even possible, my whole body shaking from his furious thrusts.

"IM GONNA CUM FOR YOU CHRIS!" i screamed out, totally not caring that we are being too loud not when he was making me feel too good.

"There’s a good whore. Look at you, all cock drunk, you’re lovin’ this ain’t ya? gushing around my cock fuckin' pathetic" he laughed at me, one of his hands going around our bodies and found my clit, his finger started rubbing my clit fast.

I moaned loudly at this, my head spinning and my gaze hazed with lust along with his, my eyebrows furrowed and mouth opened, i was sure i was drooling but i didn't care.

"Cum ma! Fuckin' cum around me! Cream my cock slut." He rubbed faster and then i snapped, creaming on his cock i screamed out his name as i came hard.

"Good girl ma, so good f'me!" His thrusts got sloppy meaning he was close as well, he took his hand off of my clit and pushed two fingers in my mouth.

I started sucking on his fingers, tasting my self. He groaned out at the feeling and suddenly came inside me, filling me up with his cum.

"Gonna fuckin' breed ya, then you'll know your place" he moaned loudly and stayed like that.

He took off his fingers and leaned down and kissed me softly, i kissed him back then he pulled away.

"The cookies were good by the way" He chuckled, and i rolled my eyes at him and thanked him.

"Chris the door isn't lock-" the door flew open revealing Matt.

He stood there shameless, and chuckled.

"You fuckin' animals were too loud! And if my name is said that much then yall should invite me next time..or now" he laughed at first then smirked, looking at me, his gaze making me blush.

"Im sure she'll agree, the slut obviously wants to fuck ya" Chris chuckled, and suddenly pulled out with a embarrassing squelch, the sound making my ears burn with embarrassment.

"Gonna let me fuck ya baby hm?" Matt came close and looked at me, smiling. His hand coming to my cheek and caressed me gently.

"You know i jerked off to your sounds" he admitted shamelessly, making Chris laugh..

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Dividers:i forgot the username :(

[huevoconfrijoles]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Guess *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Summary: he wants to guess the color of my underwear

Authors note: I’m so down bad for Joost it’s crazy.

Today was the day I decided to tidy up my room. The closet door barely even closed with all the clothes sprawled on the floor from times in which I swore to myself I would pick them up once I got home. I groaned, looking at the mess I made myself.

I managed to fix and rearrange most of my closet, but not without distractions. I found a bunch of clothes I stole from Joost including shirts and hoodies that were too big for my own body. The scent of his cologne lingered on my nose.

God, I miss him.

Wait, he hasn’t even texted me.

It was getting late, so I showered and got in bed, putting whatever show I came across first on Netflix for background noise. It was another hour before I received a text from Joost.

we just got done

you up? :p

Of course, I was up and he knew it. I can’t sleep without telling him goodnight. I mean I can, but I don't want to

yes im upp

im sleepy tho

I snapped a quick picture in bed showing off the shirt I had clearly stolen from him. A white t-shirt that read ‘I ❤️ Joost Klein’. That man loved himself maybe a bit more than me. I don’t mind.

what are you wearing? 🤨

a shirt lol

just a shirt then?

ofc not 🙄 im wearing stuff under too

i hope it’s another joost klein shirt with joost klein socks. he’s a cool guy.

yeah he’s the bestt

and unfortunately it’s not another joost klein shirt sorry 😔

i don’t know i might need proof

My cheeks started to burn up. He’s not even here next to me, and he knows how to make me flustered.

Fuck it.

I quickly pull off the sheets and roll my top up a bit just so there’s under boob.

see. just 1 joost klein top here.

id rather there be no top involved.

But let’s not say

My heart jumps at the notification.

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joost klein underwear over here

Like I said, that man loved himself more than me at this point.

I'm going to need some of those underwear

I’m sure the ones you have on right now are wayyy better than some loser named joost klein…

i bite the inside of my cheek at the thought of where this conversation is heading.

wouldn’t you like to know

i would.

what color are they?

He’s such a guy, of course he’d want to know

guess

pink

see through?

no idea (i’m a visual learner btw)

I soon got an incoming FaceTime call from a red-cheeked Joost.

“So was I right? ” His face was illuminated, but I could see the tiredness in his eyes mixed with lust.

“Not even close”, I laughed and sat up a bit.

“You’re lying, let me seppe.”

I gently bite the side of my lip while I fulfilled his wish. I lift the oversize shirt that was covering my lower half painfully slowly. So much that Joost groans out of frustration.

“Such a tease” he muttered.

I finally gave him a peek at my black lacy undergarment. The look on his face was pure desperation. He roughly swallows and ruffles his hair.

“I wish I was there with you” he says.

“I know baby” I said, looking into his blue eyes through the screen.

“ Can you touch yourself for me?” he quietly asks, to which I nod and comply.

My hand travels down from my chest to my thighs, my phone in the other tracking my actions.

I could hear his phone shake a bit. He adjusted the position so that his upper torso and lower half of his body were in the frame.

He palms himself through the tight fabric of his boxers. Soft moans escape his mouth every so often as his eyes follow my every move. His gaze never faltering from the screen.

My hand travels down to push the lace fabric to the side. My fingers work in a fast motion against the slickness, dipping in and out occasionally.

Our moans fill the atmosphere in my room. We both come down from our highs and are a panting mess.

“I love you, but now I have to go clean up the mess you made me do” he says, winking at me through the screen.

[akiranzee]

i got another idea!!!(modern but still demon) you know how muzan sees through his minions's eyes? they know where they are at all times and what they are doing? Well... Imagine his demon wife shopping at a store and uh... finds some things to wear~ Sexy stuff, of course. be it a revealing maid outfit or casino bunny or even really really enticing lingerie.(which ever you chose) If i were him i'd be having reader come back home right after purchasing these things XDD

👙 • ° ` — \\ “EXCITE ME”

╰┈➤ PAIRINGS: muzan x demon wife!y/n ╰┈➤ SUMMARY: Lingerie for excitement. ╰┈➤ WORD COUNT: 0.2k+ ╰┈➤ CONTAINS: suggestive content (?), lingerie, & muzan is 1,000 while reader is 999. ╰┈➤ A/N: i found the lingerie on sims4 mods, i forgot which tho so i can’t put a link😭😭

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muzan — a man who’s very serious, a man who’s not one to fool around, a man who never smiles out of kindness or a good reason, and the only thing that excites him is the thought of blue spider lilies.

but you, his dear wife, had thought of an alternative way to make him excited, and that is you walking inside an adult shop in the red light district.

and of course, knowing muzan, he doesn’t want to lose what is his, so now he’s stalking you through your very own eyes.

there are vibrators, adult magazines, porn CDs, and... revealing outfits.

his eyes widened when you pick up a lingerie — one that doesn’t cover your shoulders and thighs, it was like a bikini — its bra only covered the nipple though, a pink horizontal line through the breasts, as the swells were revealed out, and... a string underwear with no cloth nor fabric, just simply... a pearl string hovering over the pussy lips, and a transparent pink cloth connecting the both of them together.

he was staring right at the mannequin wearing it, but he already sees you in those, blood rushing through his bulge. it doesn’t take him a minute to contact you right after you handed the shop seller the money, urging you to come home.

you smile mischievously, finally finding out this husband of yours is not all that serious — rather, he’s excited about this too.

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

the next morning, as you tried to get up, you could feel a panging pain on your back, sides, and thighs.

you rubbed each of them in hopes for the pain to fade, but seemingly useless.

you tried to stand up, only to be a stumbling mess, as you walked towards the mirror and saw your reflection so... ruined.

your lipstick was a mess, smudging all over, same went with your eyeliner and mascara. hickeys all over your neck and chest, and your lingerie torn all over.

oh, right.. lingerie.

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© akiranzee || do not steal, plagiarize, or repost my works without my permission.

[lexithwrites]

not to sound like a slut but i need more moonwater fucking, thoughts?

ABSOLUTELY we're all sluts here

NSFW below the cut obvs

reg and remus aren't the most sexual couple to me, i feel like they don't always need to be together to have pleasure (we stan self pleasure here) but when they fuck they take their tiiiiime

remus is a giver and reg is a receiver (not in every aspect) especially during oral, reg will just pull remus back if he's sitting on the bed to sit on his face, or he'll open his legs and he hasnt got underwear on and remus just crawls to him AH

and remus gets subby when he gets head bro that boy is whining

reg is an edge king, he'll tease remus for days

i feel like regulus also sometimes wears lingerie but not every time, he can get dysphoric about it, but when he does he wears royal blue, dark green and black because its remus' favourite

regulus has 100% pegged remus before

the only time remus gets into 'dom' mode is if he's jealous, if a guy starts flirting with reg he'll glare and huff and eventually pull reg away to make out with him in a corner and tell him that he's his and no one else can have him and regulus eats that shit up he loves this side of remus because its very rare

they also do cockwarming pretty often i feel like thats one of reg's biggest kinks, he doesn't like moving all the time so he just sits there and gently rocks his hips, or remus does, or they just take a nap with remus inside him

remus is a big breeding kink guy too, ive talked about this before and will again, but he loves cumming inside reg

reg lowkey hates the clean up tho its gross

they've only gotten frisky in the shower one and remus almost broke his arm lmao

regulus once sent a video of him bouncing on a dildo when remus was at work and remus faked being sick to drive home not even 15 minutes later

[cactuswaterscactusfields]

Him.

I wrote this instead of sleeping. I have no regrets. Reader is femme coded and 18+.

OR

When you find yourself accidentally walking in your Master, Anakin Skywalker, you're affected more than you think. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for you, so was he.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff (just the tiniest bit tho), this is filthy, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Bathroom Sex, dirty thoughts, Force Mind Reading, Breaking the Jedi Code (fuck the Jedi code), Hand and Finger King (squint and you'll see it), Sex Pollen, Muscles, and an Alien planet.

crossposted here on ao3

Thank you to Rio and Cilantro for inspiring this and also being there as I wrote it. You guys are the best!

All you can think about is him. Him. With those water beads running down that sinfully muscular bare chest, that tiny white towel covering his waist, just barely disguising the girth of his member, those muscular legs that could crush you in bed..maker, what is wrong with you? You quickly turn to leave the fresher, of course, you didn’t mean to walk in on him. You’re just his padawan, you’re just his student. You’re nothing more. You can’t have feelings, you’re a Jedi. What would the other padawans think? What would they think of you, having these thoughts about your master, the Anakin Skywalker, about the man supposed to be training you? You look around as you push the door of the fresher open, the pink sky of some alien planet other than Coruscant gleaming above. You pause.

Sweet. Like flowers. Like warmth, straight to your core, you can feel your heartbeat in your center, pounding away. God, your panties are so slick they’re borderline soaked. There’s some kind of pollen in the air, and you lift your hand towards it. The gentle green grains settle on your palm, bright against the sky, vibrant against your skin. Is this some plant’s pollen? Your inner academic calls to you, ask your master! He’d know–

That’s right. Your naked master, with his massive muscles, bare less than ten feet from you, you could turn at any moment and see him again, surely it wouldn’t hurt, right? Surely it wouldn’t hurt to see him fresh out of a hot, steamy shower, drying that delicious sandy blonde hair of his, removing that towel from his waist to change, that rippling scar against his perfect face, surely it wouldn’t…

No.

You’re a jedi. You’re soon to be a knight. Your whole life, you have studied and prepared, prepared to fight for the Republic, prepared to die for the cause you were born with. You cannot lose your way. The code is life. No attachments, the code reads out, clearer than a Nabooian summer day. No attachments. Not to your master, not to your life, not to the things you find..so deliciously attractive. 

You shake your head, trying to clear it again, and continue walking..before a warm, strong, perfectly tanned hand wraps around your waist, pulling you backwards, further, further, and you’re suddenly in the fresher, the door sliding shut silently in front of you, and you’re pressed into the wall, steel and ice cold against your cheek, and the hand around your middle begins to fiddle with the wraps holding your robe together. “You should really keep your thoughts to yourself, padawan.” His voice is so perfectly baritone, so perfectly deep against your ear, the hot breath of his voice whispering past your ear and sending earthquakes to your core. You can see out of the corner of your eye, more of that strange green pollen filtering in through the air vents, and his other hand presses your face further into the wall, icey and so, so hot, the perfect juxtaposition that rocks your mind.

 “Fuck the code.” He finally finishes pulling the straps of your robes apart, sliding them down your shoulders, revealing more and more of your skin until all that is left is your chest wrap and underwear. His hand slides up from pinning your head, and it coils itself into your hair before twisting and gripping and pulling. Maker, his blue eyes burn themselves into your retinas, filled with a fire you’ve never seen before, filled with a light that you never imagined you’d be able to experience. It’s feral. Inhuman, with darkness and desire in his eyes, with those slightly pointed canines of his glinting in the light, as he runs his tongue across his lips. 

“Maker, you’re gorgeous. You have no kriffing idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He runs his hand up your chest, before running his thumb along your bottom lip and pushing. Two of his fingers are in your mouth, and you immediately begin to wet them with your tongue. They taste like warmth, gunsmoke, like a thousand memories left unsaid, like a thousand salty tears caught. Maker, he tastes absolutely divine.

He pulls them out, a slight string of saliva connecting his fingers to your lips, and he looks down before growling at the sight of your still-covered core. He flicks his hand, and the underwear rips to shreds.

The back of your mind laments at the loss of a nice pair of undergarments, but it’s quickly replaced with a blazing hot need as he lowers his fingers, closer, closer, Maker they’re right there, and..he stops. 

“Padawan..we shouldn’t do this.” His voice, no longer animal and rumbling, less a tsunami and more a gentle entering tide, moves away from your ear.

“Master, I…” Your voice, reduced to the tiniest little whine, sounds strangely far from your ears. 

“It’s the pollen. My master, Obi-Wan, had told me about pollens on certain planets that could negatively affect how a soldier performs, and even affect us Jedi, but...I didn’t know this would be what he meant.” His hands start to slide away from you, but before you think, your hands secure themselves around his, keeping him pressed against you, wrapped around you.

“P-please. Don’t-don’t..don’t let go..” You whimper out, and he growls, deep in his chest and throat. You can see that green pollen swirling in the air again, and it flows into your nose, down your throat, into your lungs before you can even think. Maker, you’re so hot. You’re burning up, like someone tossed you into a volcano and the only escape is your master absolutely ruining you. It doesn’t look like it’s affecting him any less, you can feel something absolutely rock hard pressing into your back, right into the triangle bone below your spine, just above your ass.

“P-Padawan. We-we really..fuck…oh, fuck the code..” He snarls into your ear, re-coiling his hand into your hair, pulling back, and his fingers quickly find your entrance before pushing.

Oh maker, you’re so full. The stretch of his thick fingers is almost painful, and he pushes further, further, you’re so full, you can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t see, oh maker. And then he begins to rub, his thumb pressing right on your clit.

You feel like you’re out of the galaxy. His fingers are pressing right against the spot that makes you cry, that makes you sob with need, that makes you moan his name as if it’s a prayer to the only maker you’ve ever needed to believe in. Maker, his fingers are too big, there’s no way they’re going to fit, you feel so tight. 

And then it spreads. The tingling, flickering like fire all over your body, down to the tips of your fingers, up your hands, up your arms, closer and closer to your core, you feel like you’re running toward a cliff edge, sprinting closer, closer, closer, the band in your stomach tightening, tightening, and then you jump.

Maker, it’s like you’re flying, for a moment, and then you explode.

Like electricity soaring out from an arc tower, like a volcano erupting across a massive landscape, fusion at the seismic level, the white-hot pleasure races through your body, crackling and rushing, like a massive hurricane smashing into the dams and barriers of your Jedi core. Falling, falling, falling for what feels like an eternity, as wave after wave after wave breaks through you, crushing you, shockwaves out across the room, the base, the planet, the whole universe. You’re alive. Like the whole of the force flows through you, you’re alive. So, so, beautifully present, like the whole of the Jedi Council could burst in at any moment and it wouldn’t affect how happy you are. The pleasure is indescribable, spreading from his fingers through you, to the whole world. Your heart beats to the drum of your shocks, loving and so, so aware yet unaware. His fingers slow, you can tell from somewhere, and the volcano finally starts to cool. 

You finally feel yourself starting to return to your body, your whole body cooling, breathing, maker, you’ve never felt so alive.

“That was gorgeous. You have no idea how beautiful your force signature was, Padawan.” He purrs into your ear, and you feel your cheeks redden impossibly further. He removes his fingers, and they’re covered in your clear, salty juices. He brings them up to his lips, before licking. He licks his fingers clean, before smiling and pulling you back from the wall, twisting you to face him, and finally releasing you

Jellylegged, you collapse into the wall, sliding down, and you look up at him. Maker, he’s so perfect. Rock hard, his member is huge. He crouches down to eye level, before running his thumb softly across your cheek.

“My padawan. Meet me tonight in the bunks. Don’t be seen.” He smiles that fanged smile, sending another shock to your blissfully used core. 

“Y-y..yes, master.” You giggle out, and he shakes his head chuckling.

“Just one orgasm, and you’re already reduced to a blubbering mess? What will I ever do with you, beautiful?” He presses his lips to your forehead, and for the first time in decades, you feel loved.

He starts to pull your robes back around you, affixing them and tying their straps, before helping you slowly stand. He runs his hand through his hand, and aside from the occasional green pollenite specks, he looks..normal. He pulls his robes and armor on, already back to the honorable and powerful Jedi Knight that padawans and separatists alike fear.

You, on the other hand, are nowhere near that. Your hair is everywhere, your face flushed, your clothes still messy and lopsided, and your eyes are…so glassy. 

“Clean yourself up, Padawan. I need to go make sure Jesse hasn’t killed someone yet.” He turns to leave, before looking back at you one last time, those gorgeous blue eyes leaving you so, so hungry for more.

[darknesscreepin]

lee yechan

pairing : sub!yechan x dom!reader

been thinking about how yechan would be in any intimate situation, especially eating you out. after a lengthy make out session, you were getting visibly needy and yechan immediately jumped into action.

he’d gain so much satisfaction from eating you out. the more he hears you moan, the harder he’ll try to get you to orgasm. yechan wouldn’t stop at one though, no, he’d unintentionally overstimulate you. you just sound so pretty.

the feeling of his plump, soft lips, occasionally grazing your clit made you shiver. his arms would grip your thighs, trying to stabilize your legs. he would have such a firm hold on you, it turned you on.

you watched the top of yechan’s head move in between your legs, and knowing how much he enjoys it, made you want to last longer.

yechan would hate when you tried to make lengthen his time between your legs, regardless of how much he loved it. he would say “this is about you, i just want to make you feel good.”

almost in competition with you, he’s do his best to make you cum. thumbing your clit, or inserting a finger usually did the trick.

his breathing would pick up and you hear the light groans he lets out. your moans would pick up, yechan’s nose would graze against your clit, his eyes finding yours. he would be the happiest camper if you squirted on his face.

he’s do his best to catch every last drop, maintaining eye contact with you. you hadn’t noticed yet, but yechan came in his pants, his underwear sticky as he panted with his head on your thigh.

you ran your fingers through his black hair, streaked with a green-ish blue. the two of you sat in silence for a while, trying to catch your breath until yechan made his way back onto the bed. the two of you cuddled until you fell asleep.

UMMM DOUBLE UPLOAD THIS MONTH WOAH! yeah this is just like him being a pleaser has been rotting my brain for weeksss omg there was this one interview w summi and she asked him to do a kick. at first he was like “ehhh” and sunmi was like “oh, are your pants too uncomfortable?” or something like that and he was like “i’m just gonna do it😆” OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT but there’s sm other stuff i notice about him when i watch content. i wanna write minjae next if i do another xikers one tho! okay bye who knows when i’ll post again!

[moonshynecybin]

i think often about rosquez feminisation (when you said vale would use feminine terms of endearment 😵‍💫) so… vale who thinks he’s learning the ropes of being an alpha quite nicely and is acclimating well enough to these new dynamics (his charisma doing the bulk of the work lol) learning about mpreg and all of a sudden things are once again Not fine and he has like 5381 new kinks (tho one in particular) all involving marc fricking marquez

not about abo rosquez sorry but i was thinking. about marc’s lucky underwear. thinking about them being blue and red. thinking about vale learning about this because marc flashes him his ass after getting asked about his pre-race superstitions as he has been known to do. thinking about vale going omg haha that’s so funny. you know what else would be so funny. dropping off a couple sets of blue and red race weekend panties for marc to wear as a JOKE. frilly, lacy things. designer. expensive. just a prank. he doesn’t even leave his name on the box just has someone drop them off. and he expects marc to realize they’re from him and laugh, maybe get a little embarrassed, push the side of vale’s shoulder the way he does when vale says something that really gets him. just BUDDY stuff. but when he sees marc later he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even react. he’s happy and normal and maybe a little pink at his cheeks. but he just says hi. yammers about his late race pace. and vale thinks maybe he just didn’t get the joke, maybe he threw them away. didn’t notice. so he tries to forget about it, stop thinking about it, wait for a good moment to bring it up and REALLY make the moment land, and it never does.

but the thing is. for some reason it keeps sticking. in his brain. every race weekend— he knows exactly what marc is wearing under his clothes. blue for practice, red for races. and he can’t stop thinking, would he. would he let me tell him what to wear. is he wearing them right now? playing like a loop on his head. just the thought of marc swinging a leg over his winning (2014, i THINK !) honda with a scrap of bright red lace tucked up inside his leathers… marc’s good luck charm being chosen by VALE…. it starts being genuinely all he can think about, and he starts to realize it’s a PROBLEM when he’s behind marc for warm ups staring at his ass like UH OH…

anyways it’s all very. horny but abstract. a fantasy. lingering over panties in store windows like hm. hm. hmmmm. thinking about marc in silence. some half repressed thoughts while he’s getting himself off, how easy it would be to call marc and just. ask him what he’s wearing. keep a hand on himself when he talks… until they’re in the hall after a press conference doing terrible unfunny bits and somebody drops something… and marc bends over to pick something up… and record scratch. freeze frame. comical double take. he’s actually fucking wearing them.

[chris-slut]

GIRLS NEED LOVE

pairing; jealous!matt x heartbroken!reader.

summary; matt has always been jealous of reneé and her boyfriend. he has always wanted her to himself since he first met you. when she had came to him crying, telling him that they broke up, he had to act as sad as he could even tho he really isn’t. he tries to comfort reneé but she needs more. she needs everything she can get.

! 3rd person p.o.v !

!warnings!; SMUT, pet names (baby, good girl, sweetheart), oral (fem!receiving), p in v (protected!), little angst, slightest aftercare. nickname; ren, slight praising??

authors note; this one’s dedicated to my wife reneé, hope you enjoy it baby ☺️☺️!!

blue = matt

pink = reneé

CURRENTLY, RENEÉ IS sat next to matt as his arm is rested around her shoulder. “it’s okay ren, don’t worry. he wasn’t good for you anyway,” matt whispers to the girl as his cheek is pressed against hers. their cuddled as close as they could possibly be. they had always been like this with each other for ages. little did they know, the pair wanted it to get more intimate.

“matt i just don’t get it, what did i do wrong?” reneé mutters as she wipes the dried mascara tears off her face with matt’s hoodie sleeve which she had on. a frown plasters across matt’s face as he looks at the girl in disappointment. he had always been warning her that he was no good, but she would never listen. “i mean.. do you need some kind of distraction?” matt asks and reneé whips her head quickly, noses practically touching.

“what do you mean..” reneé asks the boy as he lets out a husk chuckle. “come on ren, you know what i mean. the tension between us is fucking killing me and now is the time i can finally show you what i’ve been thinking about. please tell me you’ve felt this to baby, please,” matt’s eyes beat into hers, she’s biting her lip trying to hold back the smile that’s trying to take over her face. “of course i’ve thought about that matt, it’s all i’ve ever wanted,” she mutters as matt smirks at the girl. “it’s always been you.”

that was all matt needed to hear as he pulled her over closer to him by her waist and flipped her over, now crawling on top of her. “always wanted to see you under me baby, always,” he tells the girl as he places a wet kiss against her neck, biting down on the area then licking it to soothe the pain. a whimper falls past her lips as she runs her hands through his brown curls. “fuck— don’t talk like that matt,” reneé tells matt as he smirks to himself, placing more and more kisses against her jawline. “why? do i make you nervous baby?” reneé bites her lip and smiles as she nods slightly.

“take it off,” matt tells the girl as he messes with the hem of her—his— hoodie. wasting no time, she rips it right off as she’s now under matt in her tank top and short pajama pants. his cock twitches at just the sight of her. and of course she wants to be a tease and wear no bra under her white tank top. “only fair if you take off your shirt too you know,” reneé tells matt as he quickly rips his shirt off with one hand.

matt practically rips her tank top right off and wastes no time placing one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. “mm, feels so good,” reneé whimpers out slightly as matt just smirks to himself. after some time, he moves to the other one, trying to give them both the same amount of attention.

his hands move to the hem of her pajama pants, grabbing ahold of both the pajama’s and underwear at the same time. “can i?” matt asks as reneé just nods at the boy, he shakes his head and lets out a low laugh, “words,” matt practically demands. “yes matt.. please!” she tells the boy as he takes them both off in one swift motion. his head moves right between her thighs as he places soft but wet kisses against the inner part of her thighs, inching closer to her clit. whimpers fall past the girls lip’s as she tries to suppress her moans by biting down on her bottom lip.

“cmon, be a good girl and let your noises out,” matt tells her as she nods, letting a moan finally pass past her lips. this is matt’s approval to finally move his lips from her thighs to her clit. a loud moan comes from her mouth as he does so, her hands immediately running to his hair as she slightly pulls on it. matt’s tongue licks up her whole vagina as she squirms under him in surprise.

he kisses her clit as begins to put his tongue into her. “matt— matt!” she moans as his tongue digs deeper into her. he sucks on her and goes back to flicking his tongue up and down a few times before pulling away— earning a sad whimper from reneé.

“i know sweetheart, i know, but i can’t let you finish on just that,” he murmurs as he places his lips against hers softly and grabs a condom from his drawer. “blue or yellow?” matt asks as she points at the blue one, “good choice baby,” matt tells her as he rips it out the packaging. just seeing matt do things like this sends reneé right over the edge. she can’t wait any longer as she rips his sweatpants down for him as she notices the bulge in his underwear.

“you can wait 10 seconds baby,” matt tells her— “i kind of can’t matt, i’ve been wanting this for who knows how long.” his eyebrows raise as he laughs at the girls sudden boldness. he slides his underwear to his thighs as his cock springs out, hitting near his belly button. all of these years knowing matt, ren never known he had been this big. it had shocked her for sure. “is that gonna fit matt?” the girl asks as matt nods, “trust me, it will. and if it doesn’t it’ll have to find a way cause this won’t be the last time this happens baby.”

he slides the condom over his cock and lines himself up against reneé’s core, groans coming from both of their mouths. he pushes himself into her core farther as he thrusts out of her. “oh fuck matt— so good,” reneé tells the boy as he pushes in and out of her faster and faster. “such a good girl, fuck— making me feel so good baby,” matt praises he thrusts into her harder. a loud moan comes from ren’s mouth which makes matt smirk— letting him know he’s doing a good job.

his hands hold onto her hips as he watches her eyes roll to the back of her head. all of the fantasies about reneé he had been having are all coming through within even thrust. she quickly starts to feel herself tighten up around matt, letting him know that he’s close. he thrusts harder into her knowing this.

“so close, so close!” she calls out to the boy. it’s been such a short amount of time but it’s all she’s been thinking off, so cumming won’t be hard for her. “me to baby, so close, cum with me alright?” matt tells her as his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier by the second. a loud groan escapes past matt’s lips as his load shoots into the condom.

matt slowly pulls out as he takes the condom off and ties it, throwing it into the trash bin that’s next to his bed. “i’ll clean you up, stay there baby,” matt tells her girl as she nods, not being able to speak. he comes back in a short amount of time with a wet paper towel, wiping her legs off. “you did so good, you know that right?” matt asks as she gives him a tired smile.

being the tired pair they are, matt grabs her and lays her down on his chest. whatever has happened tonight will be pushed off and talked about in the morning.