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cheyisagirlkisser · 10 days ago

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Twisted Girls

:¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀⠀ `· . ꔫ Perv Ellie x Femdom! Reader

Content: Sexual content, masturbation, face-sitting (r! receiving), thigh-riding (e! receiving), perverted horndog Ellie, best friend trope, light blackmail, spit-play, dom reader, switch Ellie who is really just a sub for reader, sub/dom roles, rough sex, choking, use of degrading names like "whore", reader has a cooter cat

Word Count: 3.2k

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Description: You’ve been Ellie’s “sweet” best friend for years now, and she thinks that you don’t understand the depths of her horniness. Especially when it comes to you. Ellie thought way too much about what she’d do with you if she had the courage to expose her obsession, but when you discover her darkest secret, the tables turn. Ellie’s in over her head.

Ellie was face down in her bed, face buried into her pillows. Her hand was down her pants as always, and she was aggressively humping her hand like a fucking dog. This wasn't the worst of it, either. Clutched between her grimey finger-tips was a pair of your silky panties. Yes, that's right. She had a pair of your most expensive Victoria's Secret set down in her pants, rubbing the fabric against her clit perfectly. She pretended the dampness that spread from her pussy to the fabric of your underwear was yours as well, but it just wasn't the same. Still, the thrill was exciting.

After the came, she did what was honorary routine. She let out an exhausted sigh as she tucked your panties away under her bed in a little box with a few others she stole, including a few polaroids you obliviously gave her, not realizing it'd become masturbation material.

In all truth, post-nut clarity hit her hard. She'd always feel horrible for taking advantage of your kind nature, even if it was in secret. She hated how much she wanted you, how she couldn't keep her hormones at bay like some horny teenage boy. Her feelings for you were deeper than any of that, too. She truly loved you. But she'd rather take out her feelings in the way she knew how. She was far from a sex addict either; she didn't do what she did often. But she did fall asleep with a picture of you under her pillow once. Only one time.

And of course, tomorrow was a sleep-over day for the two of you. Ellie both dreaded and fantasized about what it'd be like to have you sleep in her bed. She wondered if you'd snore, if you talked in your sleep, or perhaps you were silent and peaceful. Even though she'd been your friend for years now, she hardly let you over. You never understood why; she was fine with coming over to your house. She just seemed to hate you being in her personal space. But for Ellie, she had the most justifiable reasons for pushing you away.

Ellie's room was always a mess, and in the center of it all would be something she simply didn't want you to see, like the vibrator on her desk or the uneven Cannibal Holocaust poster on her wall. She was a true horror fan while you were an adamant hater. You thought gore, even if fake, was just disgusting.

You were entirely different from Ellie in all ways possible. While she was seemingly awkward and quiet, you were like a golden retriever, always talking someone's head off. Ellie saw you as innocent, too. It was kind of a fantasy for her. She loved the idea of being your first, ruining you for anyone else. She wanted to make you only hers, to make you cum for the first time so you'd see it as some godly experience and be attached to her for the rest of your life. She partially assumed you saw sex as something that caused soul-ties or some shit like that. In all honesty, she would've gotten attached to you if she had the chance to fuck you.

However, Ellie's perception was extremely biased. As much as you were oblivious to her perverse behavior, she was oblivious to yours. No, you weren't some innocent girl who was too prissy to even think about sex, let alone masturbate. You were a secret control freak. Ellie fantasized about you being her sweet girl, about ruining something she didn't know was already ruined. Something that she didn't know existed within you. The idea of you being her slut was so appealing to her, while the idea of her being at your every whim was appealing to you.

She couldn't have predicted how truly different you'd be from the fantasy she had stuffed up into that murky head of hers.

You loved Ellie so dearly. She was truly one of your best friends for years now. She was always there for you when you needed her. All of those pathetic boys who broke your heart in highschool somehow found themselves with a broken nose. Ellie was like a dark savior for you, so it was natural to love her in a more complex way than a simple friendship runs. After that simple statement, not much more was natural.

You loved her, and that was obvious. But you also wanted to ruin her. No, you needed to. You didn't feel an ounce of guilt like Ellie did when it came to these twisted thoughts. There was nothing stable about the way you'd picture her in ropes while you bounced on her strap or had your tongue deep between her folds. You didn't want to just give her pleasure, you wanted to send her tumbling into a limbo between heaven and hell where she'd both hate you and need you so badly, where every time your tongue would refuse to apply any sort of stimulation to her clit, she'd feel that dizzy feeling of desperation. She'd hate you if you ever got your hands on her.

These feelings were reasoned with Ellie's behavior. While you were sweet and caring to her like a goddess to her mortals, Ellie wasn't exactly the picturesque best friend and you weren't as oblivious as you'd pretend to be. It was almost insulting that Ellie thought you were so clueless to where your underwear was running off to, as if an expensive Victoria's Secret set grew a pair of legs and left your laundry hamper. No, you absolutely knew. And you were much better at secretly fantasizing about Ellie than Ellie was about you. She wanted to fuck you, but she was much too desperate. You might’ve wanted her, but there was no pathetic horniness to your mindset. It was all so controlled. And that's the whole point, control.

Handcuffs, ropes, and belts. Physical restraint is one thing, but total mind control is another. And you had just the plan to take what you wanted from her.

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Ellie scrambled to clean up her room. She wasn't the most organized person, and she didn't really think she needed to be. It wasn't like she had many friends to come visit her. She was fine with doing her own thing, playing Call of Duty at late hours of the night even with the strain the bright PC light put on her eyes, writing shameful journal entries, sketching photos of her obsessions(space, dinosaurs, the new editions of Starlight Savage, and most importantly, you), and obviously touching herself with extremely lesbian thoughts.

After she had mostly cleaned up the tornado in her bedroom, now she had to text you and tell you she was ready for you to come over. It wasn't long before you were knocking at her door, and that was when the inevitable sequence of events would begin.

Ellie was never much of a control freak. She thought she was, she thought that she loved the idea of just fucking some girl and making her cum. She thought that meant she was dominant in some sense, or that she was even right to assume she'd be the one in control if she were to ever actually sleep with you. That's just not how things work, though. Someone so reckless, so careless, so sensitive and unorganized can't possess a human being. Ellie was in over her head by thinking she could've kept her secret for very long.

The knock on the door jolted her out of whatever daydream she was having, and Ellie scurried to opened the door.

There you were, in all your glory. Beautiful, wide eyes that had a sprinkle of shine in them Ellie was addicted to. You smiled wide and let yourself in.

"So, I was thinking we could play Mario Kart. Unless you have other plans." You immediately requested that specific activity because you hated most video games when usually that was all Ellie did. Mario Kart was always middle grounds for the both of you.

"Oh, fuck yeah. But don't start crying when I beat your ass," She said with a laugh and lead you into her bedroom.

Ellie's room wasn't huge, and her décor consisted mostly of video games and comics you hadn't even heard of. You only recognized Starlight Savage because of the hours Ellie would spend ranting to you about Dr. Daniela Star. She had a few dinosaur plushies on her bed and a record player in the corner of her room that complimented her vinyl shelf nicely. Her PC setup was impressive, which didn't surprise you. All you could think about, however, was where your precious Victoria's Secret sets were located. For now, you would have to focus on dominating her in Mario Kart.

Ellie won about 10 times. You beat her once and it was because she ran over a banana at the last second. Of course, Ellie was being as smug as usual.

"Told you I'd beat your ass. Don't whine now." She sneered in a voice that made you want to put her in her place.

You remained calm. "Whatever. So..what do we do now?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, but I gotta use the bathroom. Wait on my bed, okay?" Ellie shut the door behind her, leaving you alone in her room. This was your chance.

You quickly went through her drawers first, and found nothing but her own boxers. Not that you were complaining, but those weren't exactly yours.

You got lucky. You bent down to search under the bed and your hands felt around until you felt something. it was a red cardboard box that you'd never seen in her room before. Unlike Ellie, you didn't feel extremely guilty about going through her private stuff.

Your hands made quick work of the lid and at the same time, the bathroom door swung open. Ellie opened the door, her eyes widening and her face a tomato red at the sight of you sat on the floor with her stash of your undergarments in your hands. You felt a little guilty now, but this would put your plan in motion, and you wanted Ellie too much to brush it all aside. Even if you didn't truly care.

"What the fuck, Ellie?! Are these my panties? What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?" You exclaimed, and you sounded truly offended.

Ellie's heart dropped down into her stomach. She'd never seen you so angry. You were always so sweet with her and she never felt deserving of it. Now, at least she felt like this is how things were really meant to be.

"Oh, my gosh...I am so sorry, I swear to you I never meant to-"

You cut her off quickly, standing up and throwing the panties onto the ground. "What? I could ruin your life for this, Ellie. You would probably deserve it to. I could tell everyone about this, and they would hate you. You'd be labeled as a pervert for the rest of your life."

Suddenly, Ellie was panicking. She'd never expected you to find the stash. She felt all the guilt bubble up in the form of nausea. Her hands were trembling now and she was fidgeting with the tips of her fingers trying to calm herself. Now, she was truly groveling. "Please don't tell anyone! I'll do anything, I swear to you. I will do anything. I understand if you hate me, but please..just don't tell anyone. You can leave if you want, I.." She trailed off, feeling hopeless. She felt that nothing could change what she did.

The next words that left your mouth made Ellie's jaw drop onto the floor.

"Let me sit on your face." You stated, as if it were a casual request everyone had made to their friends before.

Ellie was extremely confused by the way this was going now. She struggled to find the words to explain how she was feeling, and the ache that was beginning to gnaw at her lower stomach was inconvenient but unsurprising. All she could manage was a weak "What...?"

"You heard me. You’re gonna make me cum, or I'll post all about this to everyone. Your life will be ruined. You better get started, don't you think?"

Ellie was hesitant. She couldn't tell if this was some joke or not, and then you spoke up again. "If you're not going to do it, I can just leave and go tell-"

"No!", Ellie shouted quickly. Her voice was shakier than normal, and her face still flushed. She couldn't believe this was how she'd get to have you, with you being in control of the whole situation. Still, she didn't want to complain. "I-I'll let you, I promise..”

The first taste Ellie got of you made her almost cum in her fucking jeans. Your juices tasted like something completely foreign to her, like lust and pure arousal. She gave your cunt experimental kitten licks, and you responded by putting more weight onto the girl, practically smothering her face with your cunt. God, even when she was struggling with the lack of experience she had pleasuring girls, her eagerness made up for it. You had to place your hands flat on her chest to keep from falling over with the pleasure she was giving you every time she’d whine against your pussy, vibrations making your clit practically numb with pleasure.

You began to guide yourself on her face, slowly rocking against her mouth. “Fuck, Els..c’mon, just like that.” You praised, and Ellie put in even more effort into the task, tongue swirling around your sensitive bud and making you go dizzy with power. The way she was whimpering at your taste as if she was the one getting fucked, her own hips bucking up in the air for some friction she couldn’t get. The sight was truly giving you an ego.

You felt the heat in your stomach from every flick of her tongue against your clit and the fire only grew into unprecedented flames as your hips shifted your cunt down into her mouth, using her like some sex toy.

Ellie didn’t even think of sex like this, like being controlled completely by someone. But the more you grasped at her chest, snaking your hands down her shirt to greedily palm her tits, the more she just wanted to please you. All she could focus on was making you cum, even though her own cunt was throbbing with neglection.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl..you’re gonna make me cum, Ellie.” Your voice was trailing off and breathless, and soon you hit your climax, orgasm hitting you like a freight train.

Your legs trembling from above, thighs squeezing at her head and making her dizzy with the warmth of your cellulite. You were frantically grinding, pulling at her tits as if it would give you another orgasm. You cried out, and Ellie spent the next few seconds licking up your cum as if it was the gods nectar.

When you finally came down, you rolled over breathlessly and buried your face into the sheets. Ellie was just as messy as you were, your wetness coating her chin, and her breathing coming out in soft pants. However, she still felt extremely needy.

“P-Please, can you make me feel good to..?” She asked, voice small and her words coming out in a stammer.

You paused for a moment at that. You could’ve probably done so much to her. You wanted to fuck her silly and use her all night. However, you still wanted to make a point about the stash. You had to keep up with the whole “offended by Ellie stealing your underwear” bit. So you rolled over to sit up and shrugged.

“You can hump my thigh.” You stated shamelessly.

Ellie blushed at this, and she felt pathetic for how fast and moved to straddle your leg. Fuck, it felt so good to grind her cunt against your leg-

You grabbed her hips and stopped Ellie’s beginning movements, making her whine in protest.

“Nuh-uh, not like that. Take off your clothes.” You demanded.

Ellie was naked without much thought to it. She was too desperate to fuck herself on your thigh that she didn’t care about dignity.

Her hips ground down against your soft thigh, and you’d occasionally bounce it up, making her let out little yelps. She was aware of the wet patch her arousal was leaving on your bare skin, but she was too caught up in the pleasure to care. However, when you leaned down to spit on your thigh, causing even more easy friction, she practically folded. It felt way too good to slide her cunt against your own saliva, and it messed with her head even though she was used to perverse thoughts.

“P-Please, you feel so good..” She gargled out, her voice shaky and needy.

You scoffed. “Please, what? What are you even begging for? You’re so greedy.”

Ellie’s face turned another hue of red at this, and she let out a whorish whimper, her hips picking up speed. “Be rough with me..it’d make me feel good.” She asked.

You’d fantasized about this countless times.

You didn’t hesitate to wrap a hand around her throat, and you began shifting your thigh beneath her, making her soaking pussy feel overwhelmed with the sudden attention.

“Is this what you wanted, whore? You wanted me to be rough with you?” You spoke, and your tone was so unfamiliar from the sweet, soft angelic voice she was so used to you using.

Ellie struggled to answer, and your hand tightened around her throat. She was practically humping your leg like a dog, and you could tell she was getting close. You delivered a small smack to her hip, making her moan in response.

“Answer me, baby. Is this what you wanted? To be fucked on my thigh?” You loosened your grip on her throat so she could speak.

“Y-Yes!! Fuck, I’m gonna cum..”

You didn’t hesitate to tighten your embrace on her soft throat once again, partially cutting off her airflow. You leaned forward to speak into her ear. “Better make a mess on my thigh, baby.”

Ellie didn’t need any further encouragement. With the feeling of the loss of oxygen and your ironically sweet words, she finally found her orgasm. Her body shook with the effort to release, and your thigh was coated in stickiness as she continued to ride out the high.

Your hand left her throat and your arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly. You left kisses in her hair as she shifted to sit over your lap, her body warm and limp in your embrace.

You sighed and pulled her face up to give her a soft kiss, your lips massaging hers with a newfound affection. When you pulled away, she buried her face into your shoulder. You smiled and ran your fingers through her hair, loving on her as if she was some fawn that couldn’t walk. To be fair, she probably would fall over if she tried.

“Better not steal my panties again, Els."

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aceyalonso · 2 months ago

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two is always better than one - OSCAR PIASTRI & LANDO NORRIS

pairing : oscar piastri x fem!reader x lando norris ↳ oscar piastri x gf!reader

summary : what happens when lando catches y/n and oscar in a rather... compromising position?

warnings/notes : swearing, unprotected sex (please use protection!), dom!oscar (only for a bit), oral (m!receiving), double penetration, anal, creampie, spanking, implied exhibitionism kink, praise kink, degradation kink, a shit ton of dirty talk, squirting

word count : 2.7k

song : hotel - montell fish

a/n : (its immediately nsfw, so its under the cut) teehee love these two sm

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Lando walked into Oscar's driver's room, expecting to find his friend alone. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of Oscar's cock thrusting in and out of Y/n's eager mouth. Her lips were stretched around Oscar's thick shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper into her throat with each movement.

Oscar had one hand tangled in Y/n's hair, guiding her movements as she sucked him off. His other hand gripped the armrest of his gaming chair, knuckles turning white from the intensity of the pleasure. "Fuck, Y/n," he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth. "Your mouth feels so good."

She moaned around Oscar's cock, sending vibrations along his length. She loved the taste of him, the weight of him on her tongue. Her own arousal was growing, her panties dampening as she serviced her boyfriend.

Y/n slid one hand down between her thighs, her fingers pressing against the damp fabric of her panties. She rubbed herself through the thin material, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Her other hand continued to stroke Oscar's balls, rolling them gently in her palm.

Oscar's eyes widened as he watched Y/n touch herself. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice strained with lust. "Play with that pretty pussy while you suck my cock."

Lando stood frozen in the doorway, his own cock hardening in his pants as he watched the lewd display before him. He knew he should leave, give them privacy, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

As Lando turned to leave, Oscar called out to him, "Hey, where do you think you're going? Don't you want to join in on the fun?"

Lando hesitated, his hand on the doorknob. He looked back at the couple, seeing the desire in their eyes and the invitation in Oscar's words. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n pulled away from Oscar's cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. "Of course we're sure," she purred, her eyes locked onto Lando. "I love putting on a show for others."

Oscar nodded in agreement, his hand still tangled in Y/N's hair. "Come on, man. Don't be shy. We're all friends here, right?"

Lando took a deep breath, and his decision was made. He closed the door behind him and approached the couple, his cock straining against his pants. Y/n licked her lips as she watched him approach, her hand still rubbing her clit through her panties.

He stepped closer, his eyes roaming over her body hungrily. She was a vision of debauchery, her lips swollen from sucking Oscar's cock, her cheeks flushed with arousal. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, mirroring Oscar's grip.

Oscar grinned, his own arousal growing at the sight of his two friends together. "Why don't you help her out, Lando? I'm sure she could use a few more fingers in that tight little pussy of hers."

Lando needed no further encouragement. He dropped to his knees beside Y/n, his hand replacing hers between her thighs. He pushed her panties aside and plunged two fingers into her wet heat, groaning at the feel of her walls clenching around him.

She gasped as Lando's fingers entered her, her back arching off the chair. She reached out and grabbed Oscar's cock, stroking him in time with Lando's thrusts. "Fuck, that feels amazing," she moaned, her head lolling back in ecstasy.

Y/n's mouth was filled with the taste of Oscar as she sucked him off, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Just as she was about to take him deeper, Oscar signaled to Lando, and both men pulled away from her simultaneously. Y/n whimpered at the sudden loss of contact, her body craving more.

She looked up at Oscar with pleading eyes, her lips glistening with his pre-cum. "Why did you stop?" she whined, her voice tinged with desperation. "I was just getting started."

Oscar cupped Y/n's cheek, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip. "Be patient, baby," he murmured, his eyes dark with lust.

He turned to Lando and gestured for him to help her stand up. Lando complied, pulling her to her feet and steadying her as she wobbled slightly. Once she was upright, Oscar gestured to the couch.

Lando sat down on the couch, his erection clearly visible through the fabric of his pants. He looked up at Y/n, his eyes hungry with desire. "Come here," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Y/n obeyed, walking over to him and straddling his lap. She ground her hips against his, feeling his hardness press against her core. "Mmm, you feel so big," she purred, her hands roaming over his chest.

She turned to face Oscar, her eyes seeking his approval. "Can I take these off for you, baby?" she asked, her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties.

Oscar nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Go ahead, I want to see that pretty pussy of yours."

Y/n slowly slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them gracefully. She turned back to Lando and straddled him once more, this time facing Oscar. She could feel Lando's hard cock pressing against her bare pussy, the heat of it seeping through his pants.

She began to grind against him, her wetness soaking through the fabric. Oscar had a perfect view of her spread open, her pink folds glistening with arousal. "Look at how wet you are," he growled, palming his own erection through his jeans. "You're dripping all over Lando's pants."

Lando's moans grew louder as Y/n continued to grind against him, the friction driving him wild. "Wait, stop," he gasped, his hands gripping her hips. "Take my pants off first."

Y/n obliged, sliding off his lap and kneeling before him. She unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down, along with his boxers, freeing his throbbing erection. She licked her lips at the sight of it, her eyes wide with desire.

He guided Y/n back onto his lap, positioning her so that she was still facing Oscar. He gripped her hips, holding her steady as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet entrance. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

Y/n shook her head, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Not there," she whispered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I want it somewhere else."

Oscar leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he tried to decipher her meaning. "What do you mean, baby?" he asked, his voice low and curious.

Lando understood immediately, his cock twitching at the thought. He moved his hand, positioning the tip of his erection at the entrance of Y/N's tight hole. "Is this what you want, Y/N?" he teased, his fingers digging into her hips. "Do you want me to fuck your ass?"

Y/n bit her lip, nodding eagerly. "Yes," she breathed, her eyes locked onto Oscar's. "I want you to fuck my ass, Lando. I want to feel you inside me"

Oscar's eyes widened at Y/N's request, a mix of surprise and arousal flickering across his face. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, his hand stroking his own cock faster. "I didn't know you were into that."

Lando didn't need any further encouragement. He pressed the tip of his cock against Y/N's tight entrance, feeling her tense up slightly. "Relax, Y/n," he murmured, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on her lower back. "I'll go slow."

With that, he began to push forward, the head of his cock breaching her tight ring of muscle. Y/n gasped at the initial stretch, her nails digging into the couch. But as he continued to press in, inch by inch, the pain began to fade, replaced by a deep, intense pleasure.

Lando groaned as more of his length disappeared into Y/n's tight heat. "Look, Osc," he panted, "she's taking it so well."

Oscar watched, transfixed, as Lando's cock slowly vanished into Y/n's ass. Her face was a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, but she never once asked him to stop. "Fuck, she looks so hot," he said, his hand pumping his own cock faster. "I can't believe she's letting you do this."

Y/n moaned, her head falling back as Lando finally bottomed out inside her. "It feels so good," she whimpered, her hips starting to move tentatively. "Don't stop, Lando."

Lando began to move, his hips rocking back and forth as he thrust into Y/n's tight ass. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she couldn't help but moan louder. "Oh god, yes!" she cried out, her fingers gripping the couch cushions tightly.

Oscar watched, his own arousal growing as he saw his girlfriend take Lando's cock so eagerly. "You like that, don't you, baby?" he asked, his voice rough with lust. "You like having Lando's big cock in your ass?"

Y/n nodded, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Yes, I love it," she gasped, her hips meeting Lando's thrusts. "It feels so fucking good."

Oscar's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Lando pound into Y/n's ass. "Lay down, Lando," he commanded, his voice authoritative. "I want to fuck her too."

Lando complied, laying back on the couch and pulling Y/n with him. She ended up straddling both men, Lando's cock still buried deep in her ass, while her pussy was exposed and glistening with arousal.

Oscar positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her wet entrance. "Are you ready for me, baby?" he asked, his eyes locked onto hers.

She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please," she begged, her hips wiggling impatiently. "Fuck me, Oscar."

Oscar gripped Y/N's hips, holding her steady as he slowly pushed into her tight, wet heat. She gasped as he filled her, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Lando watched as Oscar began to move, his own cock twitching inside her. "She's so fucking hot," he muttered, his hands roaming over her curves. "I can't believe we're both inside her."

Y/n moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy as both men moved within her. The sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming, and she could feel her orgasm building quickly. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her nails raking down Lando's chest. "I'm so close."

Oscar and Lando increased their pace, their hips slamming against hers in a frenzy of lust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with the trio's moans and cries of pleasure.

Y/n's body was consumed by the dual sensations, her mind clouded with ecstasy. She could feel every ridge and vein of both cocks as they pistoned in and out of her, stretching her to her limits. "I'm gonna cum," she screamed, her voice raw with passion. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Her words spurred the men on, their thrusts becoming erratic as they chased their own releases. Oscar reached down, his fingers finding Y/n's clit and rubbing it furiously. That final stimulation was all she needed, and with a guttural cry, she came undone.

Her body convulsed as her orgasm crashed over her, her inner muscles clamping down on the cocks inside her. Oscar and Lando followed soon after, their own releases triggered by the intensity of her climax.

Oscar came first, his cock spurting ribbons of cum into Y/n's pussy. Lando followed suit, his cock unable to slip out of her ass as he emptied himself into her tight hole.

Oscar grinned, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their combined juices. "You want more, baby?" he asked, his eyes dark with lust. "You want to have another round?"

Y/n nodded frantically, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Yes, please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "I want it all."

Lando chuckled, his hand stroking his spent cock. "Looks like someone's needy tonight," he teased, his eyes roaming over Y/n's slightly shaky body.

Oscar stood up, pulling Y/n with him. He guided her to the other end of the couch, where Lando was already lying down with his head resting on the armrest. "Get on your knees, baby," Oscar instructed, his voice gruff with desire. "Suck Lando's cock while I fuck your ass."

Y/n eagerly complied, kneeling between Lando's legs and taking his semi-hard cock into her mouth. She began to suck him off, her tongue swirling around his shaft and bringing him back to full hardness.

Oscar pressed the tip of his cock against Y/n's tight hole, feeling the resistance of her muscles. "Fuck, you're still so tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "Maybe we need to loosen you up a bit more, huh?"

He began to push in, his cock stretching her even further than before. Y/n moaned around Lando's cock, the dual sensations of being filled and sucking driving her wild with pleasure.

Lando gripped Y/n's hair, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth as she sucked him off. "Fuck, you're so good at this," he praised, his eyes locked onto hers. "And Oscar, you have one hell of a slut for a girlfriend."

Oscar chuckled, his own hips moving in a steady rhythm as he fucked Y/n's ass. "I know, right?" he said, his voice strained with pleasure. "She's so fucking needy."

Y/n moaned in response, her mouth and ass filled with their cocks. She loved being used like this, loved the feeling of being their plaything. The more they complimented her, the more aroused she became, her body craving their touch and praise.

Her hand drifted down to her clit, her fingers rubbing the sensitive nub as she continued to suck Lando off. Suddenly, a sharp smack echoed through the room as Oscar spanked her ass. "Ah!" she cried out, her fingers leaving her clit.

"I didn't say you could touch yourself," Oscar growled, his hand rubbing the reddening spot on her cheek. "You need to ask for permission first, understand?"

Y/n nodded, her eyes wide and submissive. "Yes," she whimpered, her voice muffled by Lando's cock.

Oscar smirked, pleased with Y/N's response. "Good girl," he praised, his hand caressing her ass before delivering another firm spank. "Now, let's see if you can make us both cum again."

He began to thrust harder, his cock plunging deep into her ass with each stroke. Lando matched his pace, his hips rising to meet Y/n's mouth as she continued to suck him off. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the slapping of flesh against flesh, creating a symphony of lust.

Y/n's body was on fire, her nerves alight with pleasure as the men used her for their own satisfaction. She could feel her orgasm building once again, her walls clenching around Oscar's cock as she sucked Lando's with renewed vigor.

Her body tensed, her back arching as her orgasm crashed over her. She threw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she came hard, her pussy squirting clear fluid onto the couch beneath her.

The sensation of her coming undone around him drove Oscar over the edge, and with a final thrust, he buried his cock deep in her ass and released. His hot seed filled her, mixing with the remnants of Lando's previous load.

Lando followed shortly after, his cock pulsing in Y/n's mouth as he emptied himself down her throat. She swallowed it all, her eyes watering as she struggled to keep up with the volume.

When Lando finished, Y/N pulled his cock out of her mouth, her lips forming a perfect 'O' as she opened her mouth wide to show him that she had swallowed every last drop. Lando grinned, his hand stroking her cheek affectionately. "Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Oscar pulled out of Y/n's ass, his softening cock slipping out with a wet pop. He admired the sight of her, sprawled out on the couch with their combined fluids dripping from her holes. "You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, his hand caressing her lower back.

Y/n's body trembled, her limbs weak from the intense pleasure she had just experienced. She collapsed onto the couch, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Oscar and Lando each wrapped an arm around her, supporting her weight and pulling her close.

"That was incredible," Lando said, his voice filled with awe. "I've never seen anyone take it so well."

Oscar nodded in agreement, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Y/n's skin. "She's something special, isn't she?" he mused, his eyes filled with admiration and love for his girlfriend.

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ohproserpine · 10 months ago

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for valentine's day, i thought i'd buy a gun.

synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose tags: fem! reader, married couple, blood&injuries, demi alastor, suggestive/steamy, just a short kinda bad drabble to break my writer's block, ooc-ish alastor, soft alastor at first, vox mentioned don't like? don't interact.

"Cher!"

Alastor greeted you with a smile, his lips curved into a charming yet slightly crooked grin that softened the rugged edges of his appearance.

Leaning against the door frame, he looked every bit the rogue hunter returning from a hunt. His once-neat attire bore tears, burns, and scratches, with both knees of his pants ripped and scuffed thin. His monocle hung loosely on his chest, the glass broken and shards glinting in the light. Tousled strands of crimson hair fell haphazardly across his forehead, framing his rugged features, while a trickle of blood from the cut on his lips dripped down his chin, staining his deathly pale skin.

"Christ!" You jolted off the hotel bed, propelled into action by concern, your heart racing with worry. You began running around, collecting towels, extra clothes, and a first aid kit in a frantic rush.

Alastor moved into the room and stood in the very center, observing your frenzied activity with an amused smirk.

Finally, with all your materials in hand, you rushed to your husband's side, your footsteps echoing against the cold carpet.

"What happened to you?" you asked, filled with concern as you assessed his injuries, your eyes scanning his form for any more signs of distress.

"Just a little scuffle on the hunt, my doe," he replied with a cheer in his tone, spinning his staff in his hand. "Came across a feisty, moronic beast. But nothing I couldn't handle."

"A scuffle?" Disbelief colored your voice as you got on your tiptoes, straining to reach up and dab at the blood on his chin with a damp towel.

Alastor grinned down at you, his eyes tracing your features with tenderness. Always such a pretty view, but seeing you so domestic and sweet for him made him begin to feel hot below the collar. Leaning down, he reached out to sweep a stray strand of hair from your eyes, his long, sharp claws grazing against your skin.

"That can wait," his voice crackled with low static as he pulled you flush against him, chest against chest. "I've missed you dearly."

“Good heavens, Alastor, you’re insatiable,” you chided him playfully with a swat, though the warmth in your tone betrayed your affection. Your fingers lightly brushed against the rough fabric of his torn shirt as you urged him to let you continue tending to his injuries. "Let me fix you up first."

Alastor's ears twitched back as he rolled his eyes at you, but his grip remained firm as he pulled you closer and closer until you were practically dragged towards the bed, falling into his lap with a gentle thud.

"Love," you began to protest, but before you could continue, he silenced you with a deep kiss pressed upon your lips, a low chuckle vibrating against your own, melting any further protest.

He drew back briefly, only to dive back in, his lips tracing a delicate path along your neck. With a familiarity born of passion, his hands roamed, each touch igniting a cascade of sensations that threatened to consume you both.

"Al," you whimpered, unable to resist the intoxicating allure of his touch. As his lips began to trail up your jawline, you found yourself melting into his arms, the tension of the earlier encounter gradually dissipating in the heat of the moment.

He let out a dark chuckle, the sound echoing in the room, as he threw off his ruined coat and loosened the tie around his neck. Gripping onto your hips with a firm hold, he all but threw you off his lap and onto the bed.

The smug bastard. He knew all too well that his affections could smooth over any trouble he found himself in.

"Alastor," you murmured, your senses cutting through the haze of desire, "We really should attend to your wounds first."

Alastor began to move towards you, his claws digging through and tearing the mattress beneath him. "In due time, my heart."

"I am serious," you insisted, ignoring the wide smile you received in return. Alastor merely hummed, a low, melodic sound, as he moved to press himself against you, encasing you in an embrace that felt simultaneously comforting and confining.

You leveled him with a glare. Gritting your teeth, you continued, "What did you even do? I know damn well you didn't get these," you gestured to the charred edges of his shirt, "from an animal."

"Well, dearest, it was from an overlord meeting. You understand how tense politics can become," Alastor countered with a laugh.

"Bushwa," you scowled, jabbing your finger into his chest. "I know a lie when I see one."

"Rather accusatory," Alastor hummed, his tone dismissive.

"Well, I apologize for worrying about my husband, who looks to be on the verge of collapse any moment now," you snapped, frustration seeping into your voice.

"So enough of this," you scolded, your expression hardening. "What did you do?"

"What was necessary," Alastor scoffed, a mirthless chuckle following.

"I'd say he deserved it. You should have seen the way he looks at you," he continued, his voice low and tinged with a hint of warning, the air around him crackling with static.

"Who?" you asked, leaning down to meet his gaze. "There are plenty of people. Plenty of looks."

"Don't act as if you don't notice that pompous television bastard hanging around the hotel nowadays," Alastor's voice crackled with dark intensity, the radio static grew stronger, prickling against your skin and nearly making his words incoherent.

So this is what it's about?

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Alastor's jealousy, though a small part of you felt a flicker of flattery at his protectiveness.

Your husband's irritation simmered beneath the surface, evident in the subtle set of his jaw and the way his normally smug gaze turned icy. But a mischievous spark ignited within you, tempting you to push his buttons just a bit further, to dance dangerously close to the edge of his patience.

"Are you talking about Vox?" you asked with a smirk playing at your lips. Tilting your head coyly, you met Alastor's gaze with a glint of mischief in your eyes. Your voice was laced with honeyed sarcasm, dripping like molten gold from your lips.

His expression darkened at the mention, a flicker of raw anger crossing his features before he regained his composure.

"You know well who I'm talking about," Alastor's grin was uncanny, his voice carrying the same tone you'd heard the night he faced death. "Don't toy with me."

Despite the seriousness of his tone, you couldn't resist the urge to tease him further. A playful smile danced on your lips as you reached out, gripping onto his tie and pulling him closer, closing the distance between you with a pull.

“What if I found him charming?” you breathed out against his lips, your voice a tantalizing whisper as you ran your hands up the fabric of his undershirt. Your touch was featherlight, fingers smoothing down the wrinkles of his torn button-up with a teasing caress. “I might have let him have me right then and there.”

A sudden sharp pierce of a distorted screech, like a radio malfunctioning, cut through the air, shattering the moment. Claws flying up to grip your face, Alastor broke the kiss and stared down at you with glowing blood-red eyes, their intensity piercing through you. Your breath caught in your chest at the sight, your heart pounding in your ears as you were overcome by a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Alastor called out your name. It was the first time you had heard him utter it in a while. Throughout the years, he had always addressed you by endearing nicknames, leaving you half-convinced that he had forgotten your actual name.

But as the sound of fell from his lips, despite the danger, you found yourself yearning to hear it once more, to feel the weight of your name on his tongue.

"My sweet," Alastor tutted, a screech of radio feedback following him as he cupped your neck in one hand, guiding your gaze back to him. His touch was possessive, firm, and demanding, akin to the control of a puppeteer manipulating his marionette.

"Never utter such words again," he growled softly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. His grip tightened ever so slightly, sharpened claws a warning of the consequences should you dare to defy him. "No one else shall lay claim to you."

With a defiant tilt of your chin, you met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down in the face of his dominance. "And what if I refuse?" you challenged, your voice steady despite the fear that coiled in your belly.

Alastor's lips curled into a manic grin, his canines shining beneath the lights of the room, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he leaned in closer.

"Then you shall suffer the consequences."

#have this shite drabble sorry for no writing :P i had a competition yesterday and the results come out today + i have prom tonight lolol #sephiewrites #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor imagine #hazbin imagine #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x you #hazbin x you #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin vox

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dollyprint · 1 month ago

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⠀⠀teasing, oral (r receiving), nsfw. males + minors dni

smut below the cut (not really proofread)

ellie knew how to take care of you, especially when stressed, but that never meant she’d make it easy.

‘els,’ you huff out, frustration evident in your tone.

‘what’s the matter, baby?’ she mutters, voice thick with mischief as her hands trail over your thighs, sending tingles right to your clit, but you won’t give her that satisfaction…. yet.

as she bends your legs at the knees, spreading your thighs, she has that knowing grin on her face.

she brings her thumb to your panties, tracing a faint line where your slit is with a steady, deliberate motion. ‘hm?’ she prompts, a teasing glint in her eyes.

you swallow, ‘c’mon.’ you nearly hiss at her, your poor brain all fuzzy you can’t even control your tone. that familiar heat building and spreading in your core is all you can focus on.

she chuckles and continues her slow strokes, teasing you through the fabric. you lose yourself, the sensation creeps up on you until your dampness becomes undeniable and visible through the material.

ellie’s eyes darken with amusement as her head tilts slightly. ‘feels good, doesn’t it?’ she drawls with a slow, satisfied smirk.

without breaking eye contact, she hooks her finger under the edge of your panties and tugs, pulling the fabric aside. ‘there we go, much better.’ she hums, letting the words stretch lazily.

without another word, ellie shifts and lowers herself between your thighs. slowly, almost reverently, her lips press a damp, lingering kiss right over your clit.

the neediness hits you all at once, your hips buck involuntarily into her mouth. it’s only when her soft laugh vibrates against you that you realize what you’d done.

‘alright, alright,’ she rasps, her tongue dampening her bottom lip. she leans in closer, her breath fanning across your pussy, making you shiver. she doesn’t touch you, she just lets you crumble under anticipation.

‘please?’ your voice comes out a desperate plea. ‘theeeere’s my girl,’ she chuckles.

then her lips brush against your clit, soft and teasing. she’s in no rush, her tongue barely flicking out to taste you. she wants you to become a babbling mess.

she holds you in place, each kiss and lick is soft and maddeningly patient, like she’s savoring every second of your need. once you’ve huffed and pouted enough, she finally darts her tongue out, using it in slow, torturous circles.

‘ellie..’ it’s not enough— nothing she’s doing is enough. your hips twitch in her grasp, desperate for more contact, more pressure, more anything to relieve the throbbing ache between your legs. ‘i need… i can’t—’ you can’t finish the thought before a whine slips, your words melting into incoherent babbles for more.

ellie has you exactly where she wanted you. a smirk plays on her lips, ‘what was that, baby?’ she doesn’t let up, her voice low and teasing. she drags her tongue slowly over your now puffy clit, your back arching at the intoxicating contact.

‘more… please, els? ’ you gasp, barely able to speak between tiny breaths. ‘swear i’ll be good.’

something flickers in her eyes, her playful facade slipping as she watches you struggle, needy and desperate beneath her.

‘shit,’ she grunts, her voice huskier now, ‘you want more, huh?’ she murmurs. you nod, pouting at her.

and, well, she cracks. ‘alright, baby, i’ll give you what you fucking want.’ without hesitation, her face is now buried between your legs, mouth pressed fully on your pussy.

the sudden warmth and wetness of her tongue swiping messily over your folds and clit makes you whimper, hips bucking up into her. she’s not teasing anymore—she’s all in.

her tongue glides through your slickness like she’s starved, and, of course ellie is the type to get off on eating you out; the taste makes her borderline feral, so she can’t help but groan into you, the sound deep and throaty, reverberating through you.

her tongue is everywhere, flicking against your clit one second then delving deep inside to collect every bit of your sopping arousal the next. naturally, she’s insanely messy, slurping it all up just to spit it back at your pussy. hooking her arms around your thighs, she pulls you closer as she devours you.

her mouth and chin are glistening with the mess she’s making of you. ‘fuck,’ she grunts, pulling away only to take a quick breath before diving back in, more desperate as she loses herself in her sweet girl’s pussy.

you can’t stop the sounds spilling from your lips— half-formed words and broken gasps. even if you tried, you couldn’t hold back. ‘ellie.. oh god.. i— i can’t—’ you’re babbling now, lost in a haze of pleasure.

‘please.. ‘m so close…’ you huff out harshly, the heat pooling in your core becoming unbearable. without thinking, your hands shoot down, desperate for something to anchor you.

your fingers find their way to ellie’s auburn hair, tangling in the messy strands as you pull her closer. the soft strands slip between your fingers as you stuff her mouth in your pussy, eliciting a moan from ellie.

she focuses directly on your swollen, puffy clit, giving you exactly what you need to make the heat in your belly coil tighter and tighter til it snaps.

your back arches off the bed as a loud cry tears from your raw throat, your thighs closing around ellie’s ears as the wave of pleasure crashes over you, leaving you breathless.

as you catch your breath and release her head, ellie pulls back, her lips and chin glistening. she grins, wiping it away with the back of her hand before smearing kisses all the way from your stomach to your neck. ‘pretty girl. feel better?’

‘yeah.. so much better.’ your voice is quiet, completely fucked out. it makes ellie laugh when she wraps her arms around you. ‘good.’

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planetsage · 4 months ago

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i neeeddddd subby cho in your writing

📌 nsfw, sub!cho, f!reader, begging, spit, m rec oral.

choso easily crumbles under your touch with only the slightest whispers of pressure. of pleasure.

weightlessly. like a dried-up little rose petal ready to dust and disintegrate at just the faintest caress. yet, still, his face warmly harbors a spectrum of reds and pinks that flower and spread down the flush fields and ridges of his neck. he looks so pretty like this. his purple eyes big and glassy pooling into yours with a special kind of desperation only he can be so full he overflows with.

“please ca— n you — ohh” he stammers quietly, his voice trailing, teetering off into a raw, needy cry.

and a breath hitches deep, deep, deep in his throat as you move to kiss and spit and drool all over his pudgy bulge, wetness glistening and spreading against the darkening fabric creating a damp, patch that clings obscenely to his poor clothed cock “can i …?”

with very, very deliberate slowness, you move to nuzzle against him, rubbing the warmth of your cheeks against the cool pool of spit that sticks and leaves a thin layer on your skin. looking at your pretty face like this: pushed up against something so dirty, so sinful makes him twitch with guilt. guilt that he’s soo turned on by the nasty sight. his fingers gripping the sheets tightly, his knuckles bleeding white.

“mmhmm?” you hum teasingly when he doesn’t respond. too busy hanging on your every move and trying not to cum in his pants on the spot. the sound vibrates down his cock, as you look up at him through long fluffy lashes, batting coyly, “can i wha baby?” your words come out in muffled little blurbs against his shorts.

the answer he gives you is a strangled little whimper. a barely audible, gasp: “s-stop teasing,” his body taut, so full of tension, muscles coiled up tight as he fights against the urge to just buck into your little mouth, “please”

leaning in with a minxy smile, you press your warm tongue against the damp fabric, tracing the outline of his thick cock with a slooowww stroke, “ooo— oh my god, baby” you feel him shudder beneath you, then you pull back just enough to look at him.

his eyes are screwed shut, plump lips pink and parted in more pretty gasps, “look at you, my pretty boy” you pause to let your tongue poke out and lick your lips, “you want me to take care of you, hm? that what you want?”

before he can even answer, because you already know, you reach up and tug at the stretchy waistband of his shorts, pulling them down juustt enough to free his impatient cock. it springs up and out, so thick and flushed, pretty strings of sticky precum pulling from the wet material, making your mouth water.

he hisses behind pearly clenched teeth and without breaking that delicious eye contact, you pop your mouth open and plug yourself full, inch by inch, pressing the fat of your thighs together at the way he moans and whines for you, the way his hips jerk up uncontrollably, “ye— yeess feels so good like .. like that, please” your tongue flattens against the slit of his fat tip, tasting the saltiness, your lips forming a tight seal around him before you bob your head slowly, teasingly, letting him feel every corner of your mouth’s warm, wet embrace.

you move to take him all the way in, his flushed tip massaging the back of your throat as tears trigger and spill down your face, your nose brushing against his scratchy pubic hair, “sh— shit bab— haah, lookk so pret— ty hnn” his hands fly to your head, fingers tangling in your hair, not to push you down— no. but to hold on, to grab handfuls and ground himself as you suck the literal soul out of him.

you hollow your puffy cheeks, sucking him harder, your head moving faster. his hips start to move too. thrusting shallowly. silently begging for more, for everything.

“so— so close, please let me cum for you. wanna be so good… so— hahah so goood.”

you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head of his cock. spit pools and spills … everywhere, all over your cheeks, slipping down to his fat balls, making you hum in satisfaction, feeling the vibration travel down his length.

you take him deep again, your throat clamping around him as you push him to the brink. his already vice grip on your hair tightens as he pulses and twitches and throbs in your mouth, your warm soft hands working to jerk and massage what doesn’t fit in your little mouth.

“oh my— fu— gonna haahhnhg.. gonna—”

he cries out, a hot, broken sound as he comes for you. thick and salty on your tongue, and you gulp and swallow up every single drop, milking him fucking dry before moving to softly squeeze his balls, coaxing him to give you his all.

and you hold him there. letting him ride it all out as he hiccups and sniffles so cutely.

“mmmm, did so well, baby,” you murmur, your voice soft and soothing, crawling up beside him to place a gentle kiss on his teary cheeks. “suuuchh a good boy”

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ashlynlovestlou · 1 year ago

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Can you do EllAbs DESTROYING the reader, and she looks at them, all fuck dumb and covered in spit and cum and she says "That all?" And Ellie is staring and 👁️👄👁️ with her strap dangling off one of her legs, and Abby crosses her arms, strap in one hand vibrator in another "Can you take more?" Reader smiles and says "No✨" and passes tf out

ellabs x reader (blurb)

꩜ synopsis: just ellabs aftercare :))

꩜ CW: overstimulation , dom! ellie and abby , sub! reader , afab! reader , strap use (r receiving) , dacryphilia , MOSTLY aftercare , mention of bruises and skin irritation , no use of y/n , use of pet names

nsfw!! men dni, sorry this is so short :(

masterlist

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You lay staring at the ceiling, completely fucked silly. You didn't even have it in you to cry any longer. You came at least four times, but you lost count when you almost passed out from forgetting to breathe.

"What do you think, Abby?" Ellie asks, gently rubbing circles around your clit, the stimulation just about making you want to scream. And you would have, if you had it in you.

"That all?" Abby asked you, vibrator in one hand and strap resting in the other.

"I think she's got one more in her." Ellie says softly, moving her calloused fingers from your clit to your stomach, where she rubs gently circles on your skin.

You wanted to throw up at the thought of yet another orgasm, but you didn't have the energy to object.

"Speak, baby. We need words." Abby says.

"N-No." You stutter out.

Without another word, both girls get off you, peeling their straps off their hips. Ellie was the one to run off to the bathroom, fetching two towels: one damp and one dry.

The second the rough material of the towel touches your pussy you pull away, your legs closing as your sensitive and irritated skin is stimulated further.

"Baby, breathe. Ellie is just cleaning you up." Abby tuts, peppering kisses on your tear-stained face.

You nod and stay still again, letting Ellie wipe you clean. She presses a gentle kiss to your knee as she dresses you again, putting on your softest, most comfortable panties so it doesn't irritate your pussy further.

Abby is first to lie next to you, picking you up and rolling you over so you're laying on top of her. Your breasts are pushed up against Abby's clothed ones, her hands tracing circles around your back as Ellie stands above both of you, lathering lotion on your back.

You shiver at the temperature, but you adjust once her warm palms rub up and down your spine. Just minutes ago, they were fucking the life out of you. You almost fainted and forgot your name from how hard their straps were pounding into you simultaneously. And now they're treating you like a princess, giving you back rubs and gentle little kisses on every square inch of your skin they can find.

a/n: i'm so sorry this is so short, it's finals week and i've been super stressed so i had to literally wring this out of my brain. 😊

#lynnielovestlou #lesbian #the last of us #queer #ellie williams #abby anderson #fanfiction #fanfic #lesbian smut #abby anderson smut #ellabs x reader #ellie williams x reader #abby anderson x reader

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you-know-honey · 5 days ago

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A Strange Guy

Viktor x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5k

Chapter Summary: Jayce needs to go to Undercity for certain materials if he wants to continue his secret project. Which ends up taking him to the only crazy person who take risks to take him. You. Even if it ends up getting you into more serious problems than street fights.

Series: The Path of Zaun

Next Part

N/A: English is not my first language, feel free to correct me in the comments and I'll update it. Remember share if you liked it.

Knock…Knock…Knock

The knocking on the door started softly, like the sound of a drop on wood, almost imperceptible to your ears. The cold air of Piltover came through the window, clean air, so pure that even after so many years your lungs were still not used to it. In undercity you were used to the heavy, dry air, the damp, sticky streets, but above all, dark, where the sun was barely a mirage and everything was ruled by shadows. In the great city of progress everything was full of unusual energy, each piece destined to move with millimetric precision, full of light even at night.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The knocking became louder, making the beams of your very humble bedroom at the academy vibrate. It was not how you had thought you would end up. A small apartment, so old that you thought maybe Professor Heirmerdinger himself lived there when it was just new, but you couldn't expect anything less, without a last name to bear or a sponsor watching your back it was all you had, and still it was better than having nothing like in undercity.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

You woke up with a start, your back creaking as you stood up from the chair and stretched. Some of your notes were stuck to your face and the ink had been ruined by your drool. You were a complete mess right now, but who would come to your room at this hour? The clock read 2:36 AM. You ran your hands over your face trying to help you wake up and tear the papers off your face.

You walked as best you could to the door, tripping over everything in your way. You swung the door open, through the shadows of the night and your irritated eyes, you focused on a tall, burly man standing in front of you.

“What do you want?” you asked. You weren’t in the mood for whatever that guy needed, besides only one person in the world had the right to visit you in the middle of the night and it definitely wasn’t him.

“Are you Y/N?” he seemed quite nervous, playing with his fingers and avoiding eye contact with you.

You refrained from answering for a moment, if this was some kind of joke from your classmates they would pay dearly for waking you up at this hour. “Who’s asking?”

The boy didn’t seem to expect that answer but he answered as quickly as he could, as if he was holding back from spitting out a wave of words.

“Jayce Talis”

I think the raised eyebrow on your face gave him the message that you had no idea who the hell he was, maybe that’s why he seemed embarrassed.

“Mhmm, and what is Jayce Talis doing knocking on my door?” You leaned back against the door with your arms crossed. “I don’t think you’re coming here just to introduce yourself.”

The boy cleared his throat, as if he was gaining courage to be more firm in his way of speaking.

“You’re from undercity, right?”

“You got it, congratulations.” I joked, giving him a sarcastic, slow applause.

You snapped your fingers in front of him when you caught him looking behind you. “What do you need?”

The academy was very clear about where they wanted to invest the funds they received. The biology faculty was one of the last places on their priority list. It had been years since any of the projects proposed by their students had borne fruit or even been promising. This was the reason why you fell asleep on your desk that night, working on your own project.

“I need you to take me there.”

Your eyes widened before bursting into a loud laugh.

“You? In undercity? Are you crazy?” You’ll be eaten alive.” You tried to stop laughing when the boy’s brow furrowed in disgust, but you couldn’t imagine a guy like him, so well dressed in a place like your home.

The light of a flashlight at the end of the hallway caught both of your attention, your laughter had attracted a police officer who was making rounds in the academy.

“I don’t think you should be here, Jayce Talis” you smiled, ready to close the door and have someone else take care of him.

The man clenched his jaw and clenched his fists, he was annoyed, not at all pleased with you playing with him, the police officer’s increasingly closer steps left them little time to act.

“Hey!” you shouted when the man pushed you aside and snuck into your room, closing the door behind him.

You didn’t say anything when the police officer’s flashlight stopped in front of your door a few seconds before continuing his rounds. The academy was very strict about students in the hallways, their strategy had been foolish and risky. You could scream, alert the police about him…but you wouldn’t, because then you would bear the brunt of the possible punishment.

“What is all this?” he asked, moving from the door to walk curiously around the small living room.

Behind your back, what you had tried to hide from him, was your small private laboratory. The desk was overflowing without space, filled with papers and notebooks in total disarray, one of the walls was completely covered with terrariums, large ones with flowers that possibly no one in Piltover had ever seen before. A sight for someone so curious to Jayce.

“It’s none of your business” you replied, there was no way to excuse the sight, it was just what it seemed. You let yourself fall on the couch reluctantly.

He smiled maliciously “Maybe not, but I bet Professor Heimerdinger did”

Your body rose as if a spring from the couch had lifted it, you grabbed one of the books on the nightstand, the thickest one and threw it in his direction, with such good luck that you managed to hit him directly in the forehead.

“If you say anything I’ll kill you!” you screamed while trying to keep your composure and relax your agitated breathing.

He didn’t scream in pain, although you were sure he would have if it weren’t for the fact that the policeman would have surely heard him and well…it was the female student wing “Crazy…” he sighed while touching his forehead with his fingers, luckily there was no blood. He took the chair from your desk and turned it to sit in front of you, with a grimace you dropped back down onto the couch. “Let’s make a deal.”

You had no other choice so you just nodded.

“Take me to undercity and Heimerdinger will never know about… whatever you do here.” he said as he pointed at the terrariums.

“They’re toxin purifiers…” you muttered under your breath. You weren’t happy that they treated your job like a simple child’s game.

“What?”

“They’re plants that purify the air and earth of toxins, I’m trying to make them work on a large scale.”

“I’ve never seen that kind of plants,” he exclaimed, and it made sense, they were rare and it had been extremely difficult for you to find them, they glowed in the dark, some with leaves that seemed to move like tentacles, others gave the image of a skull.

You let out a small, egotistical and proud smile. “Of course not. They are plants from undercity”

“How did you get them?” he asked, standing up and bringing his hand closer to the glass of one of the terrariums.

“What do you think?” you walked towards him as soon as you saw him approach the terrarium, you had been working on this project for years and you weren’t going to let any of his imprudences ruin it.

He rolled his eyes, you weren’t being easy to deal with, not that you wanted to be. He let out a small growl before turning around to glare at you.

“Are you always this charming?”

“Only with those who enter my room without permission.” You forced a smile.

He sighed again, massaging his temples in frustration.

“Let’s stop playing games, take me to undercity tonight and no one will know about your research. Period.” He crossed his arms, seeming very determined to continue with this crazy idea.

You thought of some way to dissuade him from that, but he seemed too sure and perhaps too desperate for you to convince him. There weren't many undercity students in the academy, you could count them on the fingers of one hand and you would have fingers left over, but you supposed that no one was crazy enough to go down again after all the comforts that the academy offered.

“Why do you want to go?” You asked, giving up, after all if it was something simple you could do it, otherwise you would hit his head with something and leave him in the main hallway so it would seem like it was just a bad dream.

“It's none of your business” he replied, almost in the same tone that you spoke to him.

“You already stuck your nose in my business, it's only fair that I do the same.” He also sighed and sat back down in the chair.

Both of you were realizing that their pride would only lead them to an ego fight until dawn and neither of them were comfortable with something like that.

“I need some machinery parts…” he said, obviously not wanting to reveal too much and biting his tongue to avoid accidentally saying anything too much.

“Machinery parts? You could get that at any market here.” you snorted, finding it ridiculous that he wanted to go down for something he could get in much better condition in Piltover.

“They are specific parts, I couldn’t get them here without raising suspicions” he mentioned, taking a notebook out of his vest.

You hadn’t noticed that he had something inside his clothes, it made your hair stand on end to think that it could have been a weapon and you hadn’t noticed. You swept those paranoid thoughts from your mind to continue listening to him.

“Show me and I’ll tell you where to get it” you walked slowly behind him, leaning an elbow to rest your face on his shoulder, he winced but you didn’t care.

He opened the book to one of the bookmarks, very clever of him, so you wouldn't take a quick look at the rest, on the page there were very specific tools and materials, and you knew that things like that wouldn't be easy to get in the (in your opinion) very basic markets of Piltover, if he said to make them on his own, it would attract the attention of the teaching staff and since this boy had sought you out, that was probably the last thing he wanted.

You looked at the notebook for a moment, hoping to see something that would give you a clue about what he was up to. “You sign every page? A bit of an egotistical on your part.” He just rolled his eyes, but you noticed that he tried to cover his name on the page with his thumb. “Do you have money to pay for something like that? Things aren’t cheap downstairs,” you mentioned, letting your face fall on his shoulder.

“Will this be enough?” he asked, leaving in the coffe table a bag of considerable size with gold coins.

You let out a small giggle. “If you’re not easy to scam, I suppose this is enough.”

“So, do you accept?” He turned his head in surprise, getting too close to yours, both of you moving away from each other as if you were leprosy.

You thought about it for a few minutes, it seemed like something not too difficult to do, go get some gadgets and come back, it didn’t seem that difficult. It would be easy.

“Okay, deal.” You extended your hand to him, who didn’t hesitate to close the deal with a smile.

“So… are we going now?” he asked, like an excited child going on a trip for the first time.

You looked him up and down very critically, everything screamed Piltover boy.

“Not with those clothes.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” he asked, looking at himself for any wardrobe flaws.

“Do you want to be stripped? If you come there’s dressing like that, forget about getting anything.” You crossed your arms, thinking of something that might work, you didn’t think he had a change of clothes in his vest.

“Do you have any ideas?”

An invisible lightbulb lit up above your head, accompanied by a mischievous smile that chilled his blood. “I think so…”

“I hate you.” Jayce exclaimed. If looks could kill your body would be unrecognizable.

“Who goes on an undercity with gold details on their clothes?” you quickly replied with a murmur. It wouldn’t be wise for any police to see them right now.

“Couldn’t you get something better?” he stretched the tight collar of the shirt that clearly wasn’t his size.

“The janitor’s clothes are fine, don’t complain.” You poked your head out of one of the alleys. “A cop is coming. Against the wall.”

For once he heard you, it was funny to see him stick to the wall, a little more force and he would go through it. You did the same, clearly with more class than him. It had been a long time since you had worn those clothes, you had buried them in the back of your closet in the hopes of never wearing them again but somehow it was the most comfortable you had been in a long time.

In Jayce’s case you couldn’t say the same, he looked like a cake in the wrong mold, the poor janitor’s uniform barely fit him, the buttons were trying their best not to jump out of the buttonholes of the shirt, you didn’t even try with the shoes, they were too small so you just limited yourself to putting tape on the gold details and making him step in every mud puddle on the way to the bridge.

When the policeman walked away, far enough so that he wouldn’t hear you, you motioned for him to follow you, both of you successfully sneaking to the end.

“This place isn’t so bad” he said as you walked through the streets of the surface.

“This isn’t undercity” you mentioned, giving him a quick glance before quickening your pace and tightening your grip on the backpack on your shoulders.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, as if he didn’t expect that answer from you. Somehow that irritated you.

Going back to that place simply awakened a huge irritation inside you, you couldn't control it, it was the part of you that kept you alive all that time. Both arrived in front of an old establishment in ruins, next to a dark precipice.

“Do you want the easy way or the interesting way?” you adjusted your backpack and began to stretch all the dormant muscles in your body.

“Which is the interesting one?” He asked, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets when you pointed with your head to the precipice “The easy one, definitely the easy one” he quickly said.

You sighed, you had definitely liked the idea of jumping on roofs and sliding down pipes with the minimum of safety.

“As you wish princess” without warning you entered the place, at the back was the elevator “ I was thinking of giving you the panoramic view tour”

Jayce ran after you, as soon as he set foot inside you turned on the elevator and with the sound of old mechanism working you warned them that they were descending.

The sight in front of Jayce left him with his mouth open. The view only gave an industrial and decaying place, in the darkness the only touch of light were the saturated neon signs of some stores, he was surprised how they were still standing, above them rose buildings more similar to the architecture of Piltover, only a few could afford that luxury, as they went down the air became heavier and more humid with different smells that he preferred not to think about too much, he knew that the path would not be easy when you hid a knife in your pocket.

“Just in case” you told him. It's not like he would be of support if they found themselves in crossfire but at least it would be enough to keep away a few addicts and minor criminals.

The elevator soon filled with people and Jayce felt you press your back against his body to make him crash into the wall, you didn't look at him, nor did you apologize, it was what you were used to doing and he seemed to understand it well.

Each inhabitant had a unique style, crazy and anti-gravity hairstyles, old clothes or with patches everywhere, some with prosthetics made to make them look more intimidating than to take care of their health.

Going down you took his hand and pushed him through all the people in the elevator, you received some insults but you wisely ignored them.

Returning gave you back the feeling of hopelessness you used to live with, remembering all the time you were fighting to survive at all costs. Every inhabitant of undercity was resilient, refusing to let themselves die, clinging to life and the dream of something better with nails and teeth.

You shook your head to clear away that fog of thoughts, you weren't here to go back to the streets, you were here for work. Both of you walked in silence a few more blocks, loud and noisy music could be heard coming from most of the premises.

“Keep your eyes forward” you told him when you caught him looking at a modified weapon in the hands of a thug with an unfriendly face.

He listened to you, like a punished puppy he looked at the ground and let himself be guided to a small and lonely alley where they barely change.

“Why are we stopping?” he asked, he seemed somewhat worried. Sure two academy students caught trying to buy contraband in undercity deserved a considerable punishment if they were caught, but to be honest it was the least of the problems they could face right now.

“Show me what you need to finish this quickly.” He quickly pulled out his notebook in the correct bookmark, it was definitely things he could get here. You examined the sheets for a few moments before rushing over and tearing one of them off.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he yelled at you, pulling the notebook away from you and putting it back. You didn’t need to see his face to know he was very upset about it, the way his voice sounded and the heaving movement of his chest made it very clear to you.

“I’ll give it back to you later, don’t yell, we can’t go together or we’ll attract trouble.” After all, you were the expert here. “See the beech store?” you pointed with your index finger, there was a white-haired boy cleaning the glass of the entrance.

“The one that says Benzo’s?” Jayce asked, you just nodded.

“Go to that store and look for the rest of the stuff, it’s like a premium junk store.”

“What are you going to do?” he asked as he saw you putting on some goggles that were previously hanging from your backpack.

“I going to get the rest. I'll give you 30 minutes, if you're not out of the store by then you'll be back upstairs alone.” You pulled up your shirt collar to cover your nose. “Don't let them rip you off.” Giving him a friendly punch on the shoulder you ran off until you were lost among the people.

“Wait, you don't have any money!” Jayce shouted your name but the sound was swallowed up by the noise of the people, he had no choice but to trust that you would come back. Resigned, he walked as fast as possible to the store you had indicated, as soon as he entered he was already amazed.

He was greeted by a small child with white hair, who watched him from the counter, following him with his eyes wherever he went.

“Can I touch something?” Jayce asked, in other cases he would have expected the arrival of an adult but his minutes were numbered.

“Only the ones you plan to buy.” The child answered suspiciously while playing with a wrench on the counter. He was almost sure he used the same tone of voice that you used with him all this time.

“Okay…” Jayce shrugged as he looked at all the artifacts carefully to know which one to take “It’s all stolen?” he said to himself.

“Stolen is a very big word, let’s say they were bought without permission” The boy appeared at his side as if by magic “Buy something or leave” the boy crossed his arms in front of him.

Jayce sighed and began to take things and put them on the counter, at first with some laziness and before he knew it he already had a considerable mountain of things and was going for more.

“Why do you need so many things sir?” the boy asked as he noticed how the mountain of things grew and grew.

“I’m going to do something revolutionary” Jayce said proudly, if everything went well it would change everyone’s lives forever.

The boy nodded curiously, he was willing to ask more questions until his curiosity was satisfied but the bag of gold coins caught his eye the instant it was placed on the counter.

“How much would everything cost?” asked Jayce.

The smile on the boy's face was big and malicious. "This would be enough." He quickly grabbed the bag of money and put it under the counter before his naive buyer could complain or change his mind. Jayce was more than satisfied with everything he had acquired, his mind was already plotting how he would put it all to work. He looked at the old and strange clock on the wall of the store. He still had a few minutes of free time before you arrived.

"Waiting for someone, sir?" the boy asked, playing with a gold coin between his fingers.

"Yes," Jayce replied, his gaze fixed on the door, waiting for you to enter at any second.

"What's all that noise?" Jayce asked as he heard screams and moans of pain from outside the store, as well as a huge commotion among the people walking by.

"Some idiot caused a fight." The boy seemed too used to situations like that. He got off the counter stool and approached the door, ready to put up the closed sign.

His hand only stretched a little before returning to his body at a surprising speed. The door ended up swung wide open, cracking glass and wood alike, a hooded figure dropped to the ground, trying to catch his breath.

“Put… everything in the bag… we have to go… Now!” you got up from the ground, taking off your goggles.

“There’s the idiot.” the boy calmly returned behind the counter.

“What the fuck did you do?” Jayce asked as you carelessly threw all of his recent purchases into the backpack and threw it into his arms. “What do I do with this?” your adrenaline began to spread to him, you didn’t have to say anything to him as he adjusted his backpack himself.

“I pissed off the wrong people, we have to get out of here” He grabbed your hand tightly, something that made you scream in pain, you didn’t have enough adrenaline to not feel that your wrist was really hurt. Both of you left the store and ran, you could still hear them shouting your name, it seemed impossible to lose them.

“How are we going to get out of here?” Jayce pushed you into a small alley, both of you too exhausted to take another step, but your pursuers didn’t seem tired at all and they were getting closer and closer.

“You’re getting out of here. Wait for me at the end of the bridge, I’ll lose them.” You let go of his hand before he could stop you. With shouts and exaggerated gestures you managed to get them to follow you. “Hey! Finn! You’re falling behind!” you shouted and said goodbye to Jayce with a wink.

It wasn’t hard to lose them alone, yes of course, they were thugs with guns but you knew Finn well, the last thing he would want is for a bullet to go through his former ‘treasure’. You had run into him while you were walking through the market, taking some things from here and there, just what you thought Jayce might need, you can confess, you got distracted in the food area but who could judge you? It's been years since you tried something homemade. You ended up wandering until you reached the limit between the market and the red light district, there was your limit but there was also him. His eyes were fixed on you like arrows, you tried to calm down as he approached to greet you, you weren't friends, not even good acquaintances, if it were up to you you would erase him from your mind forever. When he got closer, that's when you punched him in the golden jaw and ran away, obviously it didn't take long for him to send his bitches after you.

Getting into that kind of trouble wasn't in your plans, you cursed yourself for having let yourself be guided by nostalgia and curiosity, that shouldn't happen again.

“Come on Y/N, is this how you treat an old client?” Finn’s voice echoed in the desolate street, his thugs had disappeared from your sight but they had to be close, never too far from their master.

You remained silent, it would be foolish to answer him and give away your location while you looked for a way out of there, the cliff you had mentioned to Jayce was close, if you managed to jump over it you could use one of the huge pipes to get out of there and knowing Finn he was too cowardly to follow you there.

You came out of your hiding place with the objective you plain in your mind. A huge hand grabbed you by the hair and slammed you against the wall, your thoughts scrambled a little from the blow, you were dropped to the ground full of broken glass. You tried to stand up as best you could but the small glass stuck in your skin and small rivers of blood dripped from your fingers.

“Aren’t you saying hello to an old friend?” Finn asked, placing his gun under his jaw, as if he were talking to a pet, forcing you to stand up.

“You're not my friend,” you spat the words in his face, he didn't seem to like it very much.

“You’re right…I was much more than that for you” his hands grabbed your thighs and forced you to hug his hips with your legs . “You still remember” He dropped the gun to the ground and quickly caught your wrists with his hand.

The feeling of having his body close to yours was too unpleasant. He made a gesture with his face and his thugs left, you rolled your eyes, hitting your head against the wall, but this time you felt higher than just the wall. You surreptitiously looked up, some rusty fire escapes were above you like a blessing.

A smile settled on your “perfect” face, you let your legs climb up Finn’s body until his face was between your legs and although your hands were trapped you managed to stretch enough to hold the first bar surreptitiously.

“Honey…you know I don’t do that” Finn replied with that stupid and pitiful tone that imitated flirting.

“But I do.”

Before the idiot realized it, your feet were on his shoulders, staining his expensive shirt with dirt, using him to push yourself up and make you touch the last bar of the emergency staircase, getting him to let go of your hands wasn’t difficult, you just hit them against the rusty metal, with the brief moment of freedom you used a bar to balance yourself and push yourself to a more comfortable position until you climbed up and reached the top. Finn tried to follow you but with a couple of kicks the ladder basically crumbled, creating an ideal distance between the two of you.

“Bye Finn” you didn’t stay to hear the answer, you ran as fast as you could before they found a way to follow you.

You ran in the darkness with blind faith that you wouldn’t fall, a dim light indicated that you were approaching the precipice and the sound of pipes greeted you, without hesitating for a second you jumped. It was easy to land on them, they were giants, while you ran back to Piltover you managed to see Finn and his thugs on the edge of the cliff, he wasn't happy at all but that wasn't your problem.

When you got to Jayce he seemed totally nervous and worried, he had dodged a few guards and was afraid that they would have caught you.

“Did you lose them?” He asked just to confirm.

You just raised your thumb, giving a long sigh “Job done”

Jayce sighed just like a worried mother would and both began to walk, this time calmer, without haste and better yet without pursuers.

“So… this is your house?” You asked when both stopped in front of a nice apartment complex in the academic district.

“Yes… umm, thanks for tonight. Without you I wouldn't have been able to get any of this” Jayce shook his backpack a little “I'll give it back to you tomorrow”

“Don't worry…” you turned to leave but a mischievous smile crossed your face “I promise that next time we go I won't get into trouble”

Jayce let out a genuine laugh “Prove it”

Your response was to laugh with him, while you let yourself be absorbed by the early morning mist until you finally disappeared from sight.

That morning, before going to the academy, Jayce opened the door to his balcony while sipping his morning coffee, only to find a small ribbon of stars and beneath it the page you had torn out of his notebook.

N/A: For the person who sent me a one-shot request… You could be more specific, my brain is a bit slow and I didn't understand the request 😅

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ediewentmissing · 2 years ago

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it started off as just the cozy snuggling you do every morning. you were sleeping in on a saturday, no plans for the day. eddie’s deep, sleepy breaths were fanning the top of your head as he hugged you from behind. his embrace was warm.

he was spooning you like usual. if you wanted to leave, you couldn’t, because his muscled arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, but that was okay, because you weren’t planning on getting up ever again. this was too nice.

it was quiet. peaceful.

until eddie pushes his lower body into you and whines quietly. the thin material of your panties and his boxers leave very little to the imagination. you can feel the whole of his length - his painfully hard length - pressed against you. you can feel the dampness in the fabric from his precum. you can feel his breath hitch when he humps the fat of your ass lightly, a mear brush.

“eds?” you mumble, checking if he was awake.

he responds with a grunt. “need you…” he whispers airily.

leaning down, he takes your neck between his lips, kissing messily from your jaw to the base of your neck, leaving a wet trail. you moan softly, rutting back into eddie’s cock, making it twitch against you.

he humps you at a slow pace, laying his tongue out flat to lap up your salty sweat. he whimpers against the side of your throat, vibrating into your skin.

“need your pussy, baby…” he mumbles in a pleading tone, muffled by your neck. “please, sweetheart… fuck-”

you pull off your panties, reaching behind you to tug down his boxers, tucking them just under his sentsitive balls.

with a little help from eddie, you line him up to your entrance, and he pushes in easily.

he moans loudly, biting down on your collarbone to keep himself from blowing. “fucking christ, baby. so wet… so wet…” he moans into your skin. slowly, he pulls his hips back, and then forwards again, groaning.

your mouth is open in a silent moan, breathing heavily regardless of the speed. he was so deep inside you. this new spooning angle was hitting all the right spots. you could feel every inch of him inside you, gliding gently up and down your walls.

he stops biting you, licking over the sensitive skin as an apology. he quickens his thrusts by just a bit, and you moan in response. his lips move to right beside your ear so you can hear every dirty thing he whispers.

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wispyxjae · 1 month ago

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gentle

genre: smut, 18+ mdni

summary: cuddling with riku turns into lazy oral

cw: oral (f receiving), riku needs to hold eye contact, dirty talk

a/n: this was requested, thank you for making me write about riku bc i've been dying to but didnt know how to go about it. also missing riku hours now that he's on hiatus :(

riku is just sooo so cuddly. he asks his members for hugs just to recharge his energy and it’s so endearing. this detail about him doesn’t change, but intensifies with you.

imagine him coming home after a long hectic work day of jam packed schedules, barely having time to think to himself.

he immediately comes to you, not even bothering to change into comfier clothes or wash up first, he just wants you right now.

he’s putting his full body weight on you, flopping onto the bed and not moving. his face is buried in your neck and you put your phone down to welcome him happily. he only adjusts so he can breathe better, but other than that it’s a comfortable silence.

you’re running your fingers through his hair, your nails lightly scratching at his scalp as he lets out little grunts of pleasure.

“feels good,” he mumbles into your skin, tickling you and making you smile in response.

“you worked hard today, baby,” you tell him gently, hands still carding through his dark locks.

after a few more moments of silence, you think your boyfriend fell asleep by the way his breathing steadied out.

just then, riku inhales deeply. he starts pressing kisses to the soft skin between your neck and shoulder, moving inward toward your chest. his eyes are still closed but he knows your body like his own, knowing exactly where to place his lips to make you shiver under him.

his fingers are pushing your shirt up a bit, just so he can drag his lips across your hip and stomach. you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

“i thought you were tired, babe,” you say gently, your hand finding its way back to the top of his head.

“just want you right now,” he mumbles into your skin, the vibrations sending sparks to your stomach. “been thinking about you all day today.”

you blush, biting your lip in anticipation as he moves down to settle between your legs. he looks up at you with tired eyes and your heart skips a beat. he doesn’t break eye contact as he pulls your bottoms down, leaving your panties on.

“haven’t even done anything and you’re wet,” he whispers, almost to himself. you gasp as he starts teasing you through the fabric, fingers rubbing against the damp material. “will you let me eat you out, my love?” his eyes lock with yours.

“yes,” you breathe out in response, your fingers tugging at his hair lightly.

he wastes no time, pulling your panties to the side and licking a stripe up from your entrance to your clit, stopping to place small kisses to the bud.

his eyes haven’t left yours the entire time, his sharp eyes blinking slowly when he attaches his mouth to your cunt, flattened tongue swiping at your slit.

“feels nice,” you say softly, your hand pushing back his hair to get a better view of him. you shut your eyes in pleasure, the feeling of him on your pussy overwhelming you.

“mm-mm,” riku tuts as he pulls away, making your eyes shoot open and eyebrows furrow in confusion. “keep looking at me or i’ll stop, baby.”

you whine at the loss of contact but don’t do anything to argue as he pulls your panties down, putting them off to the side somewhere. his hands run along your hips and thighs as he settles back between your legs. the kisses he leaves are fleeting as he makes his way back to your pussy, running a finger along your dripping slit.

“just watch me and let me make you feel good, yeah?” he asks, his free hand squeezing at your hip before he returns his mouth to your heat, eating you out to his heart’s content to relieve the stress of the busy day he had before.

tags: @rikupid and @sminiac mwah ♡

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michaeluis · 1 year ago

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bearsbeetsbeskar · 11 months ago

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Study Days with Joel (Joel Miller x f!reader)

pairing: Joel Miller x female reader (no outbreak) word count: 3.5k of pure smut rating: Explicit, MDNI 18+, swearing, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, breath play, choking, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Joel is in his 40s), no physical descriptions of reader except that Joel is able to lift her up summary: You have your state psychology exam coming up, the last step in getting your degree, but studying is the bane of your existence. Joel comes up with an alternative solution to help you study for the exam. A/N: Soooo, this was rotting my brain for the last month of my semester in grad school, pretty sure I was ovulating and I started typing it out in the library on campus. Best believe I struggled to get any studying done, thinking about this fictional man. This is also my first time writing smut so please be kind. Not beta'd cause I literally just needed to get it OUT. Comment and reblog if you like it. Enjoy! 🌚 🌹-N main masterlist

“C’mon baby, try again. Wanna hear it.”

You whine and squirm under the weight of his grip, his forearm pinning your hips further into the mattress like an iron bar.

“Jo- fuck,” you pant as your hips buck up, chasing the heat of his mouth. The crumpled study cheat sheet that you were clutching is long abandoned as your right hand snakes through his curls and grips them hard.

All you can do is mewl helplessly as Joel laps away at your aching cunt, his tongue lathing in wide strokes through your folds, before flattening it and swirling it around your swollen clit.

“Try again,” he mumbles into your core. The vibrating rumble of his baritone sends shockwaves throughout your body, as he presses a kiss to your clit, then moves down to lick into your hole, drinking up your arousal.

You gasp, canting your hips up again, trying to get him closer.

Deeper.

More of his tongue, more of his fingers, more Joel.

“I can’t,” you sob in desperation and arch your back, more wetness seeping out of your pussy.

Your mind is reduced to mush at this point. The only sensations that exist are the heat of Joel’s mouth, the softness of his curly locks, and the damp fabric of the sheets underneath you.

“Yes, you can,” he whispers against your core. “You remembered it earlier today. C’mon” He looks up at you, those sinful chocolate eyes devouring you whole.

The photographic memory you were so confident in fails you instantly, as you try to remember concepts from the cheat sheet. The only image you can see is Joel's predatory gaze peering up at you from your core, the lower half of his face drenched in your slick.

You have no doubt that Joel’s intentions were pure. Wholesome, even. The key word being were. But the way he’s sucking on your pussy lips, devouring your cunt as if it was his last meal on earth, nothing about this feels wholesome or pure.

He wanted to help you study for your upcoming licensing exam, the final step in getting your degree. When he suggested helping you out, you figured he would run through the material with you a couple times, test you on a few concepts, and then reassure you that you had nothing to worry about. Kiss you on the forehead and tell you that you’d ace the exam no problem.

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“You’re gonna do just fine baby, you’re overthinking it. You and I both know that you know your stuff.” He grabs your face, his massive palms enveloping your cheeks, as he kisses you on the forehead while you continue your anxious tirade.

“Yeah, but not with statistics!” Anxiety bubbles up through your chest, solidifying and compressing your lungs as you squawk back at him.

“This is math, my worst fucking enemy. I hate that they include this portion on the exam, it’s not like I’ll ever need to know how the different types of reliability and validity will help a client in a counseling session-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he presses his thumbs into your cheekbones ever so slightly, interrupting your runaway thoughts and bringing you back to earth. “Look at me.”

You attempt to hang your head in defeat but Joel’s strong hands keep your head in place. Pouting incessantly, you roll your eyes and pointedly look away from him.

“Hey.” He grunts and shakes your head sharply. “I saw that.”

You’re still mostly in panic mode, but the edge in his tone has warmth rushing through your body, and your gaze trailing back up to meet him.

Joel strokes your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, back and forth. The featherlight touch on your soft skin lulls you out of panic mode, as your shoulders slump and your posture relaxes. Pulling you in for a hug, he cups the back of your head, his other hand rubbing up and down your back. The heat from his large hand bleeds through your sleep shirt, wrapping your body in his comforting warmth.

“You’re smarter than anyone I know darlin,’ told ya so from the first day we met. Hell, I don’t know anyone else who has the entirety of that damn manual memorized front to back, ‘cept for you.” He presses his lips into the crown of your head, inhaling the sweet smell of you.

You snort, but it comes out muffled as you press your face further into his broad chest.

“That’s different. That stuff is interesting to me, it’s easy to absorb. Statistics is math, and math is the devil.” You grumble, nuzzling further into the warmth of his shirt, breathing in the faint smell of his detergent and cologne. The smell of Joel.

“I know. But I’m sure in the beginning, even memorizing a quarter of the stuff was a headache, and yet you did it. You just gotta give this a chance,” he murmurs against your hair. “Maybe there’s a different method we haven’t figured out yet, that will help it click, hm?”

He continues to rub slow circles against your back when you mumble something incoherent and bury more into his chest, wrapping your arms around his middle.

Joel was right. You knew he was, as much as you hated to admit it. But above all else, he genuinely cared about helping you succeed, and if there was anything he could do to make life easier for you, or let you know that you weren’t alone in your struggles, he would do it. And he always spoke about conquering those struggles as a team, as your partner, always willing to carry the load for you if you couldn’t handle it yourself.

Not that he doubted you in the first place. But it was always ‘we’ or ‘us,’ never just ‘you,’ or ‘I.’ It’s one of the reasons why you were head over heels in love with him. Sometimes you wondered if he realized how much strength he gave you by simply existing.

“Remind me again,” he shifts his arms so that they wrap around you, gluing you to his body,.

“What’s the difference between.. Schizophrenia and schizoaffective disorder?”

Although you’re not looking at him, you know that he has a smile on his face. He fully knows that you know the correct answer. Sighing deeply, you turn your head to the side.

“Schizophrenia is a psychotic disorder where a person experiences psychosis, or hallucinations and or delusional thinking, but schizoaffective disorder is when a person experiences the same psychotic symptoms, along with symptoms of a mood disorder, like depression or mania.”

“Straight from the fuckin’ textbook,” he whispers in your ear, before leaning down to kiss your pulse point. “My smart cookie.”

Shivering in response, you tilt your head to the side as his lips trail down your neck, pressing soft, wet kisses and nibbling ever so slightly. Gasping, you tilt your head further, giving him more access and melting in his embrace.

“Mmm.” Joel rumbles, the deep vibration reverberating through his chest.

“Why don’t we try another study method and see how it works?”

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Little did you know that another study method would involve you laid out beneath Joel, his broad frame caging you in as he took you apart with his mouth. Every kiss, every lick, every suckle to your clit, had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Joel tested your restraint.

“Tell me again baby, I know you know it.”

He whispers into your wetness, pulling away to press wet kisses to the inside of your thighs. When you don’t answer immediately, he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh, applying the slightest pressure that makes you gasp and lift your head to look down at him. He doesn’t say anything else, save for quirking his brow, patiently waiting while his tongue soothes over the indents on your skin.

“Stat-fuck.”

You swallow, your throat desperately dry from the hoarse moans and whimpers you’ve been letting out.

“Statistical significance is- is when the rela-relationsh-shit,” you pant as Joel’s tongue traces your outer lips, sucking slightly before dipping into your hole and curling, “between two or more v-variables is caused by s-something other than-ngh chance.”

The last part comes out as a rushed gasp as scorching heat runs through your veins, with Joel’s mouth magnetized to your cunt, but he praises you nonetheless.

He hums and gives you a devious smile.

“Good girl,” he purrs, grazing your slit with his middle finger, gathering up the obscene amount of wetness leaking out of you, before sliding two thick fingers into your cunt.

You barely have time to catch your breath, choking on gasp as you revel in the stretch of his fingers. So fucking long and thick. You never get tired of how they fill you so perfectly.

“My good fucking girl. So fuckin’ smart.” He growls into your cunt, curling his dexterous fingers, effortlessly pressing up against that spot that makes your eyes roll back and clench around him.

“Oh shit.”

Your mind goes blank as you whine and start to tense your stomach, hips lifting up again seeking out more friction. The stretch of his fingers is delicious, the way they hook inside you, reaching spots you can never reach yourself. It makes your head spin as he continues to lathe his tongue up and down, flattening it and making wide circles around your clit.

You can feel the heat starting to build in your core, licking up your spine as Joel keeps slowly pushing his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. Steadily, in and out, until your hips are tightening and loosing with the building pressure.

“Joel, please.”

You sob and lift your hips up once more to meet his mouth, pull his fingers in deeper.

“Shhh babygirl. You’re doing good so far,” he lifts his mouth off your pussy, his drenched lips hovering just above it as he presses a chaste kiss to your mound.

He waits a beat, before a devious grin spreads across his face.

“But you gotta be prepared for all sorts of distractions when you’re writing that exam, gotta be able to focus and tune it all out.”

Your thoughts aren’t even coherent at this point. Your brain is just a soggy pile of mush, frayed neurons, misfiring in all directions. He’s kidding right?

Joel Miller is your biggest distraction.

Always.

You barely have time to lift your head up and watch his malicious smile disappear, as it morphs into something primal.

Pure hunger.

He rises up from his place between your legs, releasing your one leg he was holding to spread you open, while his other hand is still knuckle deep in your tight, throbbing pussy.

Coming up on the bed to hover over your frame, you’re awestruck by his size. How much bigger he is than you. How broad he is, with his shoulders spanning twice the amount of space as yours. It makes you shiver, your skin tingling under the thin layer of sweat that coats your naked body.

“Next question sugar. Ready?”

Joel licks his lips, his pupils blown black as he snaps his fingers against that spongy spot deep inside you. The air is punched out of your lungs as you choke on a gasp.

“Fuck, Joel.”

“I know baby, I know.”

He coos at you, leaning down to kiss you. Gently brushing his lips against yours before his tongue teases the seam of your lips, you open up to him. He swallows your moans, tongue dancing with yours as he groans, sucking on your bottom lip.

Breaking away he pants as his gaze flicks between your lips to your eyes. “Y’trust me?”

For a fraction of a second, you see the concern in his big rounded eyes. The dominance dissipates as he checks in with you, making sure you’re still with him, and that it’s not too much.

You nod frantically before you can even process his words.

“Words baby, I gotta hear those sweet words.”

“Yes, Joel.” One word falling from your lips.

“Please”

“There we go. Now, can you tell me what inter-rater reliability is?”

“Uhhh.” You wish you could answer him, you really could. But he keeps fucking his fingers into you, pressing up against your g-spot at the same steady pace. The squelching sounds coming from your pussy are obscene, causing your brain to short circuit as you feel the familiar coil tightening in your lower belly.

You try to continue, but as soon as you do, Joel’s free hand slowly snakes around your neck. His massive palm envelopes the circumference of your throat, as he grasps it loosely.

Instantly your mouth drops open as you whine, eyes glazing over. He loves playing with you. It’s all too easy to turn you into a babbling mess, drunk on his pleasure in a matter of minutes. His voice, his hands, his mouth.

Sobbing and squirming underneath him, another pulse of pleasure shoots straight to your core as you clench around his thick fingers. He’s not even squeezing, barely applying the slightest bit of pressure but fuck, it makes you dizzy already.

You love when he chokes you, love feeling his huge warm hands encircling the column of your neck. The way that those hands could so easily snap you in half, holding onto your fate. It makes you ridiculously wet, your pussy fluttering in anticipation.

Joel tilts his head, drinking you in underneath his predatory gaze, before the corner of his mouth slowly lifts into a smile.

“Distractions baby. Gotta think past them”

All you can do is look up at him through teary doe eyes and whimper. In response, his thumb starts to gently circle your clit while his fingers continue stretching you out.

“Joel, please.”

It’s all you can repeat. Begging that he take mercy on you and forget the studying, and just fuck you senseless already.

“Nuh-uh baby, answer the question.” His grip around your throat tightens ever so slightly as he encourages you again.

Swallowing as best as you can while the warmth of his palm bleeds through your skin, you try to think of the answer. But all you can feel is the heat simmering in your belly, the dampness of the sheets beneath you from all the arousal seeping out of your cunt.

“Interrater r-reliability is a measure of val-lidity-”

Joel clicks his tongue and removes his thumb from your clit. You whimper as your hips rise up, chasing his touch.

“Mm, not quite darlin.’ Try again.”

Your brain flounders, unable to conjure up any images of your cheat sheet or study material. The only thing keeping you tethered to reality is the warmth emanating from his large frame caging in your body, and his fingertips pressed into the sides of your throat.

He lets up slightly around your neck, as you pant and bite your lip.

“Inter-rater r-reliability, is a measure of consistency, or the d-degree of agreement between different people -fuck, observing the s-same thing.” The last couple words fade out as he starts running his fingers soothingly up and down the sides of your neck.

“There you go baby,” he purrs. “Very good, so fucking good for me.”

Immediately, his hand slithers around your neck again as his grip gets tighter and tighter, till you’re gasping. Euphoria floods your brain. A gush of wetness seeps out around Joe’s fingers that are still buried in your cunt as you clench hard around him.

You grasp at the sheets, grasp at the hand wrapped around your neck as you writhe underneath him incessantly, your mouth falling open as you try to say his name again.

Growling at the way your body responds to him instantly, Joel’s fingers inside you pick up their pace, thrusting into you and snapping up against that spot that makes you go cross-eyed. His thumb presses down against your clit as he starts to circle it quickly.

“Did so well baby. So fucking smart, and good for me.” His lips curl as he bares his teeth at you.

You’ve never felt smaller in your life. Never felt more aroused. You want him to swallow you whole and wreck you. Then put you back together how he sees fit.

Your lips try to press together, forming the ‘p’ in ‘please’ as you go to beg him for release again. Watching your eyes glaze over, he nods in response.

“Go ahead babygirl, can feel you squeezing me so fuckin' hard. That tight little pussy is drooling, begging for release.”

He leans over you, till his lips are right beside your ear.

"Cum all over my fucking hand and I’ll pound that pretty pussy from behind till you can’t see straight, make you watch in the mirror.”

That’s all it takes. His filthy fucking mouth unraveling your body while his hands break you apart.

All the heat in your body pinpoints towards your core, as you feel your toes start to curl and your eyes roll back as your cunt tightens around his fingers. The coil deep inside you snaps as he lets off your neck, and you cry out, your orgasm washing over you in waves.

It’s searing, white hot euphoria. Endless ecstasy coursing through your veins as your body locks up and convulses, your pussy gushing around him. His fingers don’t slow down, fucking you through it as you arch off the bed, gripping the sheets with white knuckles, wailing his name as if it’s the only answer.

Forget the studying, forget school, forget anything.

Just Joel.

“There you fuckin’ go.” He murmurs in awe, mesmerized at you falling apart for him.

“My good fucking girl, came so hard. So fucking wet for me.”

He presses soft kisses all over your face, your neck, your chest while murmuring more praise. Pulling his soaked fingers out as your body still shakes with aftershocks, he sucks them into his mouth, his eyes falling shut.

You mewl at the sight and let your head thunk against the pillow.

You feel drained. Flattened. Exhausted in the best possible way.

He rests his head on your tummy, looking up at you with adoration. Like you captured the fucking moon for him.

The hunger in his eye is gone, the depth of his chocolate brown irises replaced with warmth and love. Rubbing his hands up and down your sides and kissing the softness of your skin, he checks in with you.

“Holy fuck,” You huff out as you will your breathing to slow down.

He chuckles, the crinkles around his eyes deepen.

“How was that?”

“Well, I’m not gonna be able to conjure up the definition for statistical significance or interrater reliability without remembering your fingers deep inside my pussy.”

You reach down and bury your hands into the soft mop of curls, trailing them down to caress his jaw. You trace the patchy scruff of his beard as Joel turns his head to press his lips against your fingertips.

“But it certainly is a memorable study method.

You flash him a tired smile. "I’m a big fan”

Sweat beads at your hairline as you feel your hair plastered to your forehead, yet he looks at you with same intensity and adoration.

“I’m glad I could help darlin.’ If you can stand my distractions, I have no doubt you’ll ace the exam.”

Mischief laces his tone as he leans up and over you to kiss your forehead. Moving down, kissing your cheek, your lips, his lips brush your pulse point as he licks and nibbles.

You whimper helplessly and tilt your head, giving him more access.

“We’ll see about that. I’m just lucky I have a very good study buddy”

“Oh we’re just getting started sugar,” he whispers in your ear. “That was just the first chapter of material, we got the rest of the textbook to cover, and the rest of the fuckin night.”

Goosebumps prickle across your skin as you shiver again, warmth flooding from your pussy. His fingers dip down, slipping through your folds as he feels how wet you are. He pulls his fingers up, watching the clear webbing of your arousal coat his fingers, as his eyes darken and his gaze flicks back to you.

“Get on your hands and knees for me.”

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A couple weeks later, you get your exam results through the mail. You passed with flying colours, although you’re not really sure how to be honest. But it doesn’t matter as you fling your arms around Joel’s neck, one hand clutching the ripped open envelope as he lifts you off your feet and swings you around, elated for your success.

Needless to say you don’t study by yourself again for future tests after that study session.

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❝ birthday boy, a. iosivas. ❞ ‎ ‎ ┉

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: the birthday boy's turning 25. it's only right he gets his present.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: okay so boom, storytime. this idea hit me exactly five hours ago after i saw a clip of troye giving vinnie a lap dance on tour. immediately thought about subby!andrei which is perfect bc i wanted to write a bday fic for him anyways. so i hope y'all enjoy. she's short and sweet <3

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, sexual content, lap dance, grinding, handjob, blowjob, a hint of sub!andrei, description of ejaculation.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: andrei iosivas x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 1.9k.

You stepped out of the shower, the steam enveloping your naked body like a warm embrace. The scent of vanilla and musk filled the air, a tantalizing hint of what was to come. You toweled off with a hum to yourself, your passion twists clinging to the dampness as you walked into the bedroom, your bare feet whispering on the plush carpet. You glanced at the bed, where Andrei, your boyfriend, lay sprawled out, scrolling through his phone.

He looked up at you, his brown eyes smoldering as he took in your freshly scrubbed skin. "You're killing me, baby," he murmured, his hand unconsciously adjusting his growing erection through his pants. "I can't wait for this surprise anymore."

You giggled, your full lips curving in a knowing smile. "Patience, birthday boy," you sang, your voice a velvety purr.

You strutted over to the dresser, your naked curves swaying with a seductive grace. From the top drawer, you pulled out a black lace lingerie set, holding it up against your body in the mirror. The reflection revealed your dark areolas and the promise of more to come. You slipped on the lingerie, feeling the material hug your curves like a second skin.

Andrei's eyes followed your every move, his breath hitching as he watched you change into your underwear. His dick strained against the fabric of his pants, a silent plea for release. You noticed his struggle and couldn't resist a little tease. You turned to face him, throwing your passion twists over your shoulder without a word before reaching for his Bluetooth speaker on the nightstand.

Andrei's eyes widened in anticipation as you reached for his phone, the light from the bedside lamp casting shadows across your body, making you seem to glow. Without a moment of hesitation, he handed it over, your manicured fingers navigating to Spotify. You hit the play button and a sultry R&B melody filled the room.

The first notes of your sex playlist hit the air, a bass line that vibrated through his chest and straight to his lower half. His eyes never left you as you turned the volume up just right, a knowing look on your face. He recognized the first track immediately, your favorite song that never failed to set the mood.

You strutted back over to the bed, your hips moving to the rhythm as if the music lived in your very bones. Andrei's eyes traced the lines of your body, the silk of your skin glistening under the soft light. He cursed to himself, his gaze devouring every inch of you.

"Sit up," you ordered, gesturing to the edge of the bed. Your tone was playful but firm, leaving no room for argument. Andrei did as he was told, his legs trembling slightly as he followed your command, his heart racing.

You positioned the speaker just right, ensuring that the music surrounded you both. You stepped closer, your movements fluid as water, and began to sway in front of him. The beat of the song matched the rhythm of your hips, which rolled in a mesmerizing dance that made Andrei's mouth water. You placed one hand on his shoulder, your nails digging in slightly as you ground yourself against his thigh. He released a breath, his cock jumping in response.

Your other hand trailed down your body, teasing your skin as you moved. Andrei watched, his eyes following the path you took, his own hand twitching with the desire to do the same. The room grew hotter, the air thick with lust as the music grew more intense.

The second song began to play, an impossibly slower song. You stepped closer to Andrei, your thighs parting to straddle him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, your nails digging in slightly as you began to grind against him. He groaned, his dick straining against you, desperate for contact.

"Take your pants off," you breathed, your voice low and commanding.

Andrei's hands shook as he unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. He slid his pants down, revealing his boxer briefs, the fabric tented with his arousal. You licked your lips, a wicked glint in your eye.

Your hands traveled down your stomach, your fingertips grazing the edge of your lace panties. Andrei could see the dampness already soaking through the fabric, a testament to your own desire. He groaned, his hips bucking up to meet yours as you slid closer, your wetness brushing against him.

"Not yet," you whispered, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

You leaned in, your breath hot on his neck as you kissed him lightly. Your teeth grazed his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine. "First, the full show."

The music was a siren's call, guiding Andrei's eyes as they traced the lines of your body. He watched, his breathing ragged, as you reached behind your back and unclasped the bra. It fell away, revealing your firm, round breasts. They bounced slightly as you moved, your hardened nipples peaked with arousal.

"You're so beautiful, princess," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

You giggled, the sound low and throaty. "Thank you, Drei," you said, leaning in to kiss him, your breasts pressing against his bare chest. Your hand snaked around to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss grew deeper, your tongue slipping into his mouth to tangle with his. Andrei groaned, his hands sliding around to cup your ass, his thumbs grazing the damp fabric of your panties.

The third song kicked in, a rhythmic bass that had you both grinding against each other. You pulled away, a glint of mischief in your eyes. You stepped back, placing a hand on his chest to keep him seated as you turned around. You bent at the waist, your ass high in the air as you slid the panties down, revealing your toned backside. You looked over your shoulder, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

Andrei's breath caught in his throat as you stepped out of the lace, leaving it in a pool at your feet. He took in the view of your bare pussy, already glistening with excitement. The music grew more intense, and you began to dance again, your movements slower and more deliberate. You knelt to your knees, your ass swaying as you grabbed the base of his cock through his boxers, your nails scraping gently along his length.

He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as you began to tug at his boxers. Inch by torturous inch, you revealed his hardened shaft, until it sprang free, standing proudly against his stomach. Your hand wrapped around it, your grip firm but gentle as you began to stroke him in time with the beat.

Andrei's hands clenched the bed, his chest heaving with each stroke you administered. The room was alive with the throb of the bass. Your grip tightened, your thumb tracing the precum beading at the tip of his cock. You leaned in, your warm breath fanning over his shaft, and whispered, "You want me to suck it?"

"Fuck yes," he hissed, the words barely leaving his mouth before you took him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around him like a warm, wet glove. Andrei's eyes rolled back in his head, the sensation of your tongue swirling around his head nearly sending him over the edge. You sucked him deep, your cheeks hollowing as you took him to the back of your throat. The sight of you eagerly pleasuring him was almost too much to handle.

Your hand kept rhythm with your mouth, your nails lightly raking his thighs as you worked him. Andrei's hips began to move, thrusting up to meet your mouth, his control slipping away as the music swelled around the two of you. You moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him. He watched in the mirror across from the bed, his muscles tensing at the sight of the back of your head bobbing up and down his length, your twists flowing down your back.

The music grew more intense, and you pulled away, panting. "Take these off," you demanded, pointing to his boxer briefs. Andrei complied, his cock bobbing free as he kicked the material away.

You straddled him again, this time with your slick pussy pressing against his thigh. Andrei groaned, his hands reaching for your hips, but you slapped them away playfully.

"Not yet," you purred, your breath warm and sweet. Instead, you reached for his chin, tilting it up to meet your gaze.

Your eyes searched his tensing features, the music a pulsing heartbeat in the background. Andrei's own heart hammered in his chest, his anticipation a tangible force in the air. You leaned down, your breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him hard. Your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking him from base to tip in time with the beat of the music.

"I wanna give my birthday boy the best present," you murmured, your voice a siren's whisper that sent another jolt of need through Andrei's body as he moaned painfully. You continued your movements over his shaft, watching as he groaned out.

His brown eyes closed as he whispered, "You're the only present I need, baby."

"Gonna come for me, birthday boy?" You taunted, your hand moving faster, your thumb circling the sensitive ridge of his head. Andrei's eyes snapped open, meeting yours, and he nodded frantically, unable to form words through his lust. The room was a symphony of his heavy breathing and the bass of the music, your bodies moving in perfect sync to the rhythm.

"Come for me, Drei," you encouraged, your strokes now a blur as you watched him, his eyes locked on yours. His hips bucked, his body begging for release. He was so close, so very close.

And then the dam broke. Andrei's body tensed, a moan ripping from his chest as he came, spurts of hot cum landing on his stomach and chest. You slowed your movements, your hand milking him through the last of his orgasm, watching with a smug smile as his cock twitched and spasmed in your grip.

The music switched to a new song, something slower, more sensual, as you climbed off of him. You stood to your full height and leaned down to kiss him again. He tasted himself on your lips and groaned as you deepened the kiss.

"I love you," Andrei murmured against your mouth, his breathing still heavy. Your smile grew wider as you broke the kiss, your eyes sparkling with satisfaction. You leaned over him, your breasts brushing against his chest as you reached for a towel, his hands reaching to steady your hips. You wiped the evidence of his release from his body, your movements gentle and tender.

"Thank you, baby," Andrei managed to say, his voice still thick with pleasure. Your eyes softened as they met his, a soft smile playing on your lips as you leaned back in to kiss him again, your tongue dancing with his in a slow, passionate dance.

"I love you too, baby. Happy birthday," you murmured against his lips, your breath sweet and warm. Andrei's eyes fluttered closed as he savored the taste of your mouth, feeling a sense of peace wash over him, the afterglow of his climax lingering as his muscles relaxed.

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