#Wetter boyfriend material

[nateezfics]

ATEEZ AND FACE SITTING

PAIRING — ateez x reader

GENRE — smut, boyfriend!ateez, fem!reader, dom!ateez, sub!reader

WARNINGS — smut, oral (f receiving), face sitting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, dry humping, edging//orgasm denial, dirty talk//sexual language

WORD COUNT — 2k

SUMMARY — as the title suggests, face sitting with ateez.

HONGJOONG

hongjoong wanted, needed, you on his tongue first thing that morning. the moment his eyes opened and he gained his consciousness, the craving for you hit him hard. you looked so peaceful sleeping next to him, it was just too bad he couldn’t resist the urge to wake you up. he barely offered you any time to process before he was hoisting you up on your knees, slipping himself underneath you. he didn’t waste much time on undressing you, only ridding you of your pajama bottoms. he pushed your panties to the side and groaned at the delectable sight of your pussy, already coming to life with that slickness he craved so badly. he licked a long stripe over your folds and god, he felt like he had been starving for years. his hands urged your hips down until you were literally sitting on his face. he couldn’t breathe, but he was content. if he died like this, he’d die a happy man. your scent, your taste was all around him.

“mmh, baby, you taste so fucking good,” hongjoong praised between sucks on your clit. “gonna let me eat you out, yeah? gonna ride my face until you cum, hm?”

you exhaled shakily just as your hands reached out towards the headboard. “y-yes, hongjoong. yes.”

hongjoong chuckled against you before offering you one quick plunge of his tongue between your folds. “you’re such a good girl for me, and you are the most delicious breakfast i could ever have.”

SEONGHWA

seonghwa grunted as he fucked into you. his hands had a vice grip on your waist, pulling you backwards to meet him every time his hips snapped forward. his eyes were fixed on your ass, your pretty bum on full display for him with you in this position. he could also see your soaked cunt, stuffed so full of him and leaking with your arousal. you were close, and with just a few more ruts into you, he was able to push you over the edge. he stilled while you came around him, and willed himself not to bust as your walls gripped his length. your release fell down your thighs and his, and he couldn’t help but think about how delicious you tasted. suddenly all he wanted was your release on his tongue. seonghwa slipped himself out of you, and when you moved to follow him, he insisted you stay just like that. he did urge you to sit up straighter and widen your legs, and you were confused until his head was seated between your thighs.

“i just can’t help myself. i need to taste your cum all over my tongue, baby.” he lapped and sucked on your pussy, and the noises he made were absolute filth, but they only made you wetter.

piggybacking off your previous high, you were quick to near your second orgasm. you moaned at the overstimulation. “hwa, i’m gonna cum again…”

seonghwa laughed. “go ahead, cum for me again. cum all over my face, and i’ll make sure to savor every drop.”

YUNHO

there was something about the way you looked in his clothes. seeing you in any of his clothes made him feel slightly short of breath, but the way you appeared now, in nothing but his hoodie, had his cock stirring to life in his sweats. the material would hike up as you moved, leaving your panty clad ass on full display for him. you wandered around the kitchen in search for something to snack on while yunho watched. his tall frame leaned over the counter, eyes never leaving you, while you remained oblivious. yunho had the insatiable desire to be suffocated by your thighs and your pussy, and he was only able to remain still for a moment later before crossing the kitchen and taking you in his arms. you were confused, but let him lead you to your shared room regardless, having a slight idea of what he was after. you were plopped onto the bed, yunho following you shortly after. he situated your body until you were straddling his mid section.

“sit on my face.” there was no room to question him. he looked as if he was going to perish any moment if you didn’t do as he wanted. “fucking please.”

you rid yourself of you panties and hovered over his face. you barely applied any pressure, something he didn’t approve of. he yanked you down onto himself until he had a face full of your pussy, tongue quick to flatten itself against your folds. you moaned, hand reaching to grab onto his hair.

yunho devoured you. he ate you up like you were the last meal he’d ever have. he made sure to keep you in place, not wanting you to move even the slightest bit. “when i say sit on my face, i mean sit on it.”

YEOSANG

it was late. so fucking late. you both needed to sleep, but neither of you cared to pull away from each other long enough to find any rest. yeosang groaned when your hips rolled over his, clothed pussy grinding against his erection. his hands gripped your ass and urged you to do that again, and again and again. he opened his eyes enough to look up at you, so beautiful in the dim moonlight. he was enraptured, so absolutely caught up in the way you looked as your face contorted in pleasure. he wanted you to feel more, just so he could see you make more of those expressions. he pulled at your panties until you understood what he wanted. you let him pull the lace material off your body, and let him bring your body up to his face. yeosang kissed your inner thighs just as they settled on either side of his face. you sighed when his warm breath blew against your sex.

“my pretty girl,” yeosang complimented just before licking your clit. “my sweet girl.” his tongue pushed itself between your folds, toying with your entrance. his eyes were trained on you, watching the way your head fell backwards.

you moaned, hips rocking across his face. “yeosang, oh my god. that feels so good.”

“yeah? use my face, baby. use it to get yourself off. fuck yourself on my tongue until you cum, and don’t stop until you’ve had your fill.”

SAN

san was addicted to you. your taste. he wanted you on his tongue every waking moment. he loved having you straddle his face, suffocating him with your body weight, face full of your pussy. he tasted you until he was absolutely pussy drunk. he was insatiable. he sucked on your clit, eliciting the nosy pitiful moan from you. you tried to pick your hips up to run away from his tongue, but he was quick to bring you back down onto his face again. “please, one more for me. i know you can give me one more.” he kept attention on your clit despite your whines. your thighs were shaking from the overstimulation. you’d lost count how many orgasms he’d pulled from you, and san was too preoccupied with your dripping pussy to count at all.

“san, it’s t-too much…” you cried as you felt yet another orgasm building fast.

“one more,” he repeated. “one more for me. let me taste you one more time, please.” san pushed his tongue into, fucking you with it. he urged your hips back and forth, your clit bumping his nose in a way that had your back arching. you fell apart quickly after, spilling over his tongue and face. san lapped up every bit eagerly before helping you onto your side. he kissed your temple. “so good for me.”

MINGI

it all started when you made a comment about his nose, telling him how pretty it was and how perfect it’d be to sit on. mingi was bashful and confused at first, but the more he thought about being nose first in your pussy, the more aroused he became. he was willing to try to please you, but the moment your pretty pussy pressed onto his face, clit bumping his nose, he became the one who was pleased. your hips glided back and forth while he thrusted his tongue in and out of you, and your clit grazed his nose rhythmically. the pleasure was beyond what you imagined, and mingi had just found his newest passion in life. he was going to need you on his face just like this again and again. mingi groaned when you pressed your sex into his face, letting you use him to find your release. his hands massaged your thighs, and he adored the way they shook under his touch. you were soaked, he could feel you dripping down his chin, pussy drenched as you came closer to your high.

“does this feel good, baby?” he asked you, already knowing the answer. he smiled at the sound of your small whimper.

“f-fuck yes, mingi! so good. g-gonna cum on your face.”

“mmh, that’s right. cum all over my face,” he urged you, burying his nose in your cunt. “yeah, baby, just like that.”

WOOYOUNG

“uh uh, baby. can’t cum yet.” wooyoung laughed at your pitiful whine. he was feeling particularly devilish tonight, teasing and toying with you simply because he enjoyed it. he loved your pouts and cries, your pleas, the way your body shook from another withheld orgasm. your cunt dripped above his face, so red and swollen and pretty. wooyoung could’ve lied there for hours, just admiring your sex and and the way you looked above him. of course he was going to give you what you wanted, but he wanted to drag it out as long as possible. he blew on your pussy, his breath cool against your heat, making your thighs shiver and goosebumps erupt on your skin. “oh, such a sensitive baby.”

you tried to sink onto his face further to feel some sort of friction, but his hands kept you in place. “wooyoung, please, let me cum.”

wooyoung smirked. “you wanna cum?” his tongued pressed into your clit and your reaction was immediate. he lapped and sucked until you were at the edge again. but before you could finally tip over, he pulled his mouth off of you. he laughed again when you cried. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll let you cum, but i’m not done playing yet.”

JONGHO

jongho’s thoughts were anything but innocent. with the way you looked in that dress, all of his thoughts were centered around getting you out of it. you sat across the dinner table, looking absolutely ravishing and completely aware of the state your boyfriend was in. with a smirk, you revealed to him that you just so happened to be wearing nothing underneath your dress. you enjoyed the firm set of his jaw and the way his grip tightened around his wine glass. it didn’t make much longer to finish dinner, jongho swiftly escorting you to your shared home. your dress was off the second you crossed your front door; there was no gentleness in the way he ripped it off you, but you barely had time to complain about the state of your dress before you were picked up and carried to the bedroom. jongho was quick to flip the two of you until you were on top and straddling his face. “you’re such a little slut, not wearing anything under your dress. is that what you wanted, hm? to get me all riled up like this?”

you moaned as your pussy made contact with his eager tongue. you smiled as he began to ravish you, enjoying the pleasure and the way your boyfriend seemed to lack any ounce of self control. you loved when he was like this. “yes,” you breathed, eyes fluttering as you succumbed to the pleasure. “and i am a slut, i’m your slut.”

jongho groaned. “that’s right. you are my slut,” he sucked on your clit. “now be a good slut for me and cum on my face.”

AUTHOR’S NOTES — been meaning to do this forever;; the way i feel like every single member of ateez would be absolutely in love with their partner sitting on their face 😫 they’d eat that shit up (heheh😏)

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[apricotgojo]

₊˚ෆ new-found kink - S.G - nsfw! ₊˚ෆ

・❥・ Satoru discovers a love for your new panties and decides to do something about it ~

a/n - thank u for all the love im receiving for my writing hehe many kisses !! <3

"What? don't you like them , Toru?"

Gojo's mind was fuzzy - his ears ringing. and his eyes were fixed down on those pretty baby-pink panties you had on display for him. They were new, with cute little white bows on the side - their material thin enough to see the outline of your puffy folds from beneath them. Thin enough to expose just exactly how wet you were. His mouth was practically watering at the damp, dark spot which was coating the front of your panties and your usual suave, collected boyfriend was absolutely mind-fucked by how easily wet you get for him just from a heated make out session.

Satoru Gojo was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. His cock was rock solid just from the sight of you sprawled out beneath him in nothing but your soaking wet panties. It's not like he's never seen you like this before - he has many times actually. But you've never worn a pair of panties like this. So fucking slutty and flimsy that it made his breath hitch.

"Toru?" You question when he doesn't respond, "Are you - Ah !"

Your toes curl at the sudden wave of pleasure you feel when your boyfriend slides a finger down your wet, clothed slit.

"Holy shit." his voice was barely above a whisper

His lips were parted as he slowly slides his finger up and down, your slick already glistening on it even through your panties.

"Baby," He breathes out and his eyes finally snap up at you - pupils incredibly dilated, "Look at how fucking wet you are~" He coos, amazed.

You gulp, chest heaving up and down, little whimpers leaving your parted lips as you watch your boyfriend toy with your clothed cunt. He hums as he does so, his fingers now fully coated with your juices.

"We're keeping these on for today, yeah?" His voice was raggedy and a smile twitches on his pretty bitten lips as he leans forward, his breath hot on the shell of your ear, "Don't want them to go to waste now do we?" he whispers.

Your back arches at the tone of his voice, shutting your eyes as your boyfriend applies more pressure on that sweet- sweet spot on your core. "mmm~" You can hear the smirk in his voice as his hand moves faster, the squelching sound coming from between your legs filling the room. Heat burns across your entire body, your pussy practically getting wetter by the second - Gojo was making you feel embarrassed and he fucking loved it

You notice that his free hand was tucked away under his boxers, slowly moving up and down his length as he touches you.

"Can i please make a mess on them, angel?" He purrs in your ear, causing you to gasp. "Let me ruin them."

as if on auto-pilot, you nod furiously, your hips bucking up to grind down harder on his hand. He lets out a small chuckle, kissing your ear before straightening his back.

He wasted no time in pulling down his boxers, his pretty, flushed cock slapping up against his toned abdomen - pre-cum already drooling from the tip. His dark, blue eyes scan your body and he licks his lips as he gives his cock a few tugs before-

Smack!

"fuck-T-Toru!" You moan out his name as he gives your clothed cunt a mean slap with his cock.

He lets out a throaty chuckle as he keeps tapping his heavy cock against it, causing you to let out the cutest little gasps and whines with every tap.

"My baby must love me soooo fucking much," he grabs his cock and starts sliding it up and down between your folds, your juices splattering all over the two of you. "can't believe that you're still getting wetter and wetter for me."

The feeling of his cock weighing down against your sensitive cunt was making you see stars. no time was wasted before his cock was coated with your slick mixed with the precum that was spewing from his pulsing tip.

You felt so dirty - the room was full of whimpers, jagged breaths and wet noises. Your cunt was aching for him - No, it was quite literally crying for him.

His flushed tip meets your covered entrance and he prods at it with his cock, the tip of his tongue stickling out the side of his mouth as he does so.

"You want me inside you so bad, right angel?" He eyes were focused on the way his tip was sinking into you though your panties, just barely enough to stretch you out, causing you to squirm beneath him.

"Please-" Was all you could choke out before he started rutting against you faster. He was starting to lose his composure, you noticed by the way his hair was sticking to his forehead, by the way he was biting his bottom lip as his eyes feasted hungrily at the sight of your puffy folds struggling to wrap around his thick length, the material of your panties so fucking wet at this point that you wouldn't even consider it underwear anymore.

"my god - such a slut- hah- fuckin' letting me use your pussy like this-" he was blabbering and spewing cusses at this point, his cock violently rubbing that sensitive nub. "I'm the only one who can get you this wet, right baby?"

Seeing him so into your pussy like this was driving you insane. "Y-yes Toru, mmmff - only you- fuck~"

A fucked out smile appeared on his glistening, pretty pink lips. "ah- yes- fuck yes - and i'm the only one who can cum on these cute little panties, hmm?"

You nod your head, spreading your legs further and gripping on the sheets. His cock twitched at the sight of your pussy slightly peaking from the material. He wanted to cum on your pussy so bad - it was like he discovered a new fetish that he never knew he had. "wanna cover it in my cum - fuck, gotta mark what's m-mine right?" You didn't know if he was speaking to you or himself at this point. He was whining, muttering your name and furrowing his eyebrows - you could tell he was close to coming.

"p-please make a mess on me - use me." That 'use me' you purred out had his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"mmm-fuck! baby- baby- I'm gonna-hah!"

His head tilts back - glistening, toned chest heaving up and down as he lets out the most delicious sounding, guttural groan from his throat, the tip of his cock pulsing against your cum covered little pussy.

you felt like an absolute whore - all fucked out and you didn’t even cum yet.

His cum felt so warm and so fucking good as he smeared it all over your pussy with his fat tip, breathing heavily as he did so.

He sighed - a small, satisfied smile now painting his features.

"lets put these cute little panties to the side now.”

[cherrychilli]

Caught

Happy New Year, everyone! Have some smut to celebrate.

Steve Harrington smut, AFAB Reader, secret relationship

Summary: Car sex with Steve turns awkward when you end up getting interrupted by one of Hawkins' finest.

A/N: Idk, I’ve just been obsessed with the idea of getting caught with Steve so I had to write this up quickly and get it out of my system.

Warnings: Minors DNI, NSFW, Dom Steve, degradation, dirty talk, P in V sex, unprotected sex (don’t do it), a mention of reckless driving (don’t y’all dare)

Characters are 18-19(referred to as ‘teens’ below)

Not proofread

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed this fic! (I love reading all of your comments and feedback, it really makes my day <3 )

Wordcount: 1.6k

The whole thing might have been your fault.

You were the one who initiated the kiss that night, not moments after you insisted that Steve park his car at the isolated forest clearing off the main road. You were the one pawing at his shirt, gathering fistfuls of the material and hurriedly settling into his lap. And you were the one urging his hands on your body, slipping them underneath your dress to glide over your hot skin.

“Please, Steve? I want it now”, you whine petulantly against his neck, sucking rosy bruises into his skin before slanting your lips over his.

“Baby, I really should get you home before your dad knows you’re out”, he manages to let out the corner of his mouth between your heated kisses. He means to do the right thing and explain that this was too risky, but the way you’re grinding your core against his crotch does everything to make his resolve waver.

You’d been dating Steve in secret for a couple of months now and despite how happy and proud you were to call him your boyfriend, it just wasn’t time to introduce him to your family quite yet. Having a strict father meant that you had to be extra careful but you both found that the sneaking around had added to the overall excitement.

“Can’t go yet- need to have your cock inside me”, you mewl into his ear.

Steve groans back in response. He always found it impossible to counter when you started talking like this, all needy and unrestrained. Your skirt rides us your thighs and your panties grow wetter as you pull the top of your dress down to reveal your bare breasts underneath.

Steve takes a quick moment to stare, decidedly throwing caution to the wind at this point. “Shit- we’ll have to make this quick”, he mumbles, one hand hurrying to undo his belt while the other groped at your tits.

You’d been known as somewhat of a ‘good girl’ in town. Polite, did well in school, reliable, so on and so on. The kind of daughter that would make any parent proud. As much as you didn’t mind being labeled a ‘respectable young woman’, it did bore you madly at times. Sneaking around with Steve made you realize just how much you liked doing the kind of things you were always told ‘decent’ girls shouldn’t.

Things with Steve started out nice and slow. He was the perfect gentleman but the soft lingering touches and chaste kisses didn’t cut it after a while. Eventually you started lying, telling your father that you were helping out at the local volunteer center when you were really out with Steve, letting him touch you in ways no one else had before. The more you got to know each other, you discovered the kind of things you liked. Some of it came as a surprise, even to you. You liked it when he got firm with you. Some moderate manhandling was more than welcome like having his fingers wrapped around your throat as he kissed you or being bent over his lap, waiting to feel the sting of his hand coming down on your ass. As someone who’d often been described as proper and pristine, you knew it’d come as a shock to anyone who found out just how much you liked having Steve spit into your mouth or how much you enjoyed the feeling of having his cum warm your skin. Every time he’d finish on places like your thighs, belly, breasts or ass you’d go so far as to refuse letting him clean you up entirely, haphazardly pulling your pretty clothes back on and letting his release stain the material.

One of your favorites was when Steve got a little mean with his words. You liked it when he admonished you, reminding you just how far you’ve strayed from being the ‘good girl’ everyone thought you to be.

“Bad girl, lying to your poor father just so you can sneak off and let me fuck you”, he’d grunt into your ear as he had you bent over his kitchen counter, house all to yourselves with Mr. and Mrs. Harrington out of town again. “Probably still thinks you’re his sweet, innocent princess”, he’d taunt, spanking your ass and squeezing the tender flesh as he thrust into your dripping cunt. “He has no idea what a dirty slut his little girl’s turned into”.

You raise your hips when Steve gets his cock out of his jeans, pumping it a few times before pulling your panties to the side and lining up with your waiting entrance. Your nails press into his shoulders as you sink down his length, moaning as you take him right up to the base. “Fuck- Steve, you feel so good- please start moving”.

With one hand on your hip he begins to work you on his cock, thrusting up into you as he grunts out, “greedy little pussy you’ve got babe- didn’t I fuck you enough last night?”

“Need more- please Steve, need you to fill me up again”, you whine shamelessly.

Minutes pass and you’re bouncing on his cock in a frenzy now, mouth falling open in a sultry moan when you feel him nudging your cervix. “Please please- fuck! Yes- Daddy!”

A wolfish grin spreads across Steve’s face, cocking an eyebrow up as your tits bounce in his face. “Daddy, huh? Since when- “

You cut him off with a quick smack against his shoulder. “No no, Steve- Stop!”. He ceases thrusting to turn and look out through the rear window, following your panic-stricken gaze.

“Oh fuck…”

The both of you had been too preoccupied to notice the Hawkins Police Cruiser pull up just behind Steve’s car and an officer already walking over to the driver’s window.

There’s no time to separate, Steve grabs at your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and tucking your face into his shoulder. In the middle of the scramble, he manages to pull your skirt down over your ass and throw his jacket over your back to help shield you. He’s still inside you, you’re both painfully aware of that fact when the eventual tapping against his window comes. Your blood runs cold at the sound of an all too familiar voice filtering through the minute gap, gruff and so very imposing when Steve has no choice but to roll down the window,

“Alright, break it up and go home you two”

“Yup- right on it- sorry, Chief”, Steve grits out through clenched teeth in the most deferential tone he could muster even though the tension is causing your velvety walls to clamp around his cock.

“Get back to your separate homes”, Chief Jim Hopper clarifies in the same indifferent and bored tone. Years of Police work has made him all too accustomed to situations like this. His gaze idly scans the surrounding area because he doesn’t need to peer inside to know that it was Steve behind the wheel, having already recognized his car. Neither does he have to guess what had been going on inside based on the way the BMW had been rocking when he first pulled up. Not his first time dealing with a couple of horny teens messing around in places they shouldn’t.

“Take the girl straight home, Harrington, you got that? and don’t let me catch you out here again”

Steve’s eyes momentarily flick to the gun holstered at Hopper’s waist, swallowing hard before replying. “Sure thing Chief, but could you maybe give us a moment to uh- get decent?”

Hopper sighs, deep and long and tired. “Two minutes. I better see you driving out of here in two minutes” he warns sternly and with that he’s walking back to his cruiser and begins reversing back on to the main road.

Steve waits until the headlights grow dim in the distance before speaking.

“Wow, your dad’s never in a good mood, is he?”

You pry away from Steve to swat at his shoulder again.

“That was too close!- I really thought he might recognize me- he could have killed you! Both of us! and how the hell are you still hard?”, you mean for that last part to sound reproachful but your tone betrays you, awe clearly evident behind your words.

“Are you kidding me? You’re lucky I didn’t cum in you right in front of him with the way you were squeezing me”, he laughs.

You blush madly at the thought.

“Steve! That’s so…”

“Dirty?” he smirks back and you melt.

It’s maddening having him so deep inside of you, long, hard, thick and throbbing.

Maybe two minutes might just be enough?

You can tell that he’s thinking the same, inching closer to your face.

You both abandon the idea when you hear the sudden blaring of the cruiser’s horn sounding off from the main road, your last warning to hurry up and get out of there. You pull away quickly but reluctantly from Steve’s lap, clothing yourself in a hurry before ducking out of sight when you drive past your father’s cruiser.

Cautiously sitting back up when you see his car disappear in the rearview mirror, you can’t help but feel sorry for Steve when you eye his erection straining against his jeans. You want to make it up to him after being the one who wound him up in the first place.

“Steve, I’m sorry”

He smiles back at you softly, “don’t worry babe, let’s just get you back before he finds out you were gone, alright?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, wringing your hands in your lap as you watch trees whip past and contemplate for a few moments.

Your face suddenly lights up, confident that you’ve come up with the perfect solution to cap off your rocky night with Steve.

“How about I suck you off while you drive me back home?”, you purr, voice sugary and eager.

Steve nearly veers off the road when you say it, fingers tightening over the steering wheel as he tries not to cum in his pants.

You’re definitely not a good girl anymore.

[saleeba]

thigh riding ; jude bellingham 🖤

summary ♡ i mean, literally what it says on the tin.

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+ (mdni), smut, established relationship, thigh riding ofccc, softdom!jude (?), dirty talk, reader is a whiny mess, tiny bit of cunnilingus at the start, lots of making out bc jude bellingham having the most perfect lips and me not putting them to work would be an injustice, teeny bit of tit play, 0 plot 100% porn

a/n ♡ (yet another repost since tumblr hates me & decided to delete the last one 🫠) anon hiiii tysm for the request and for the lovely compliment 🥺💘 i hope this is what ur looking for <33 pls lmk if u have any feedback/requests my luvs :3

“oh, oh my god,” you purr, legs akimbo on the soft couch where you’re engaging in all things sinful with your boyfriend who’s kneeling on the stone-cold floor, your back arching off the material which causes jude to moan from the way your pussy pushes further onto his face.

the room is cool but your bodies are lit with the fuel of arousal. you’re completely naked by the way, jude’s one remaining item of clothing being the tight black briefs that put a strain on his rock solid cock. to say you can only see the outline of it would be an understatement. you could have sworn you’ve seen it twitch at least three times.

he’s been at it for the best part of twenty minutes now, tongue dipping in and out of your wet hole, but most of his mouth’s focus is on your growingly sensitive clit, every muscle working hard to suck, tease and kiss the bundle of nerves.

you haven’t been given the gift of even one orgasm in those twenty minutes however, the requests coming from your boyfriend’s swollen and pussy juice-coated lips insisting on you not cumming just yet and if you can hold on now, i promise i’ll make it worth the wait, darling.

jude’s tongue laps increasingly faster as the seconds pass, your eyes almost getting wetter than your soaked cunt over how unfair he’s being right now. your hands restlessly pull at his dark ringlets of hair, the moans leaving your mouth starting to become even more frenzied.

“oh fuck, jude, please,” you elongate the last syllable of that plea to show how desperate you are to finish all over his plump lips and skilled tongue, spine curving even more in an attempt to make him change his mind; change whatever he’s been planning and to just let you coat his mouth and chin with your cum.

his lips pull away from you before his large hands bring your shaking legs together, and you’re unable to comprehend how he can stop eating out your pulsating cunt and leave you unfulfilled so easily. a whine of exasperation subconsciously exits your throat.

jude bites his bottom lip to stifle a chuckle, standing up and sitting in the space on the sofa right next to you, feet firmly planted on the wooden floor.

“i promised that i would make all the teasing worth your while, right, baby?” he leans in to plant a small kiss on your pouting lips, unintentionally deepening it when he finds you laying your palms on his chest and kissing back with all the misplaced fervour you’d lost while chasing a high that never came from when his lips were lower down your body. you whine against the softness of his mouth, your own lips slightly parting to leave breathy moans. jude partially gapes his mouth too, taking in all the sounds and sighs imparting from your throat before he takes your mouth in his again, the two of you now passionately making out on the couch. before you both get carried away in the embrace of each other’s wandering hands, jude pulls away, leaving a conclusive smooch over the pout on your sweet face.

“come sit here then, darling.”

he spreads his legs and pats his left thigh, the one closest to you, and you almost haphazardly roll over in sheer desperation, the thought of your wetness on his bare skin creating a deliciously anticipating feeling in the bottom of your stomach.

as you hover over his thigh, jude can feel the heat of your cunt from inches away, gulping at the way your breathing gets shakier before you position yourself on his toned muscle with a satisfied groan.

“good girl,” he praises as you slip both hands onto his shoulders to anchor yourself, his own hands coming to grip you at the hips and hold you in place. “is my baby gonna ride me now, hm? ride my thigh until she gets what she deserves for being so good for me?” his wanton words make you clench down on the surface of his warm skin. you haven’t done this before but you’re determined to put on a show for jude and to finally enjoy the rewards of a well awaited orgasm.

you give him a hurried nod, shifting all your weight onto your hands and therefore his shoulders as you raise your body up slightly before coming back crashing onto him, a shameless moan leaving your lips when your cunt comes into contact with his thigh.

“ah, jude,” you whine out, hips rocking to run your slippery core up and down him. his spit from earlier and your own arousal helps to lubricate your gyrating movements, the ease of it all only making you move harder and faster on your lover’s thigh.

“you’re doing such a good job, sweetheart, fuck,” jude comments as he guides you on him, the slickness of your pussy turning him on beyond reason. “making a mess though, aren’t ya?” he looks down at the skin of his left thigh, now glistening with your juices.

you don’t move your eyes from his face but only whine some more, panting into the parting of his lips. “o-oh my god, jude, you feel so good.”

he grips onto your hips harder, surely leaving a bruise in the making, but you don’t care, the feeling of his muscular thigh so glorious under your drenched folds.

“you close, baby? let me help you out,” jude’s now grinding you against him himself, almost lunging your entire body into him. again you don’t mind because the sensation is so fucking good, your brain dizzy with the pretty image of his gritted teeth and dark furrowed brows. your clit throbs at the spectacle in front of and below you.

“want you to cum on my thigh, darling, need you to cum on my thigh,” he’s the one getting whiny now, voice reaching an ever so slightly higher frequency. “you deserve it, baby girl, let go for me, angel, cum all over me.” he slips the very tip of his thumb over your clit, making you nearly scream with the contrast of friction over the wet squelches of your cunt rubbing on him.

“jude, fuck, i’m so close, please,” you beg, not sure what you’re really asking for because jude is giving you his all, head ducked down and lips now on your left nipple, sucking and swirling it with his tongue, the stimulation feeding the journey to your orgasm. “shit, fuck, fuck.”

your mewling and moaning get louder, the sounds of your sopping cunt and the quiet groans coming from your lover heating up the air around you. jude pulls his mouth off your tit with a pop before his face comes into line with yours.

“cum for me, darling,” he coos, hands now at your waist to get a more centred control of your rapidly moving body. “my baby girl deserves to cum, been working so hard and so good for me, haven’t ya, sweetheart?” he flexes his thigh suddenly, the muscle seeming like it could almost penetrate you.

and with that, the cord in your lower stomach snaps. the explosive feeling travels right through to your weeping pussy where you make an unholy amount of mess on jude’s thigh, your cum gushing onto his brown skin.

you let out an almost anguished belter of a scream before jude catches it with his mouth, tongue slipping in to cradle yours as your moans get smaller and smaller, dissipating past his lips. pussy now clenching on him, he intensifies the kiss, guiding you to lay down on the sofa as he balances on top of you, hands still clasped on the contour of your waist, yours now hooked around his neck. your aching legs wrap around him instinctively and his mouth is hardworking as ever right now, dancing against yours in a heatedly sweet method.

it feels like hours before you both pull away for the sake of air, neither of you wanting to do so. jude leaves a romantically deep kiss on your lips before pulling his face up to look into your eyes.

“did so good for me, baby,” he mumbles, moving down to leave kisses on your neck as you take this opportunity to finally pant out the effects of your orgasm and catch your breath. “always so good for me.”

you experience the hardness of his cock twitch again, this time feeling it on your inner thigh. you’re not totally spent, right?

you lay a kiss on the tip of his nose before smiling oh so sweetly.

“let me repay you now, jude. please?”

[elllisaaa]

hellooo <3 i’ve had o.de strength kink in mind for so long but i explored the thought recently

him coming home one day all flushed, looking for you as soon as he steps inside. when he finds you he’s all up on you telling you that he missed you extra today, not hesitating to quite literally rip your clothes off with those big muscles and strong hands of his >~<

SEUNGMIN has an obvious STRENGTH KINK, it doesn't even surprise you - why would he work so much on these muscles if it isn't useful ?

he especially needs to show his strength when he comes back from the gym. usually, he'll send you one or two selfies from him when he's working out, already making you go crazy about how hot he looks. so when he comes home with his arms on display because of the sleeveless shirt he's wearing, he immediately notices the way you're looking at him hungrily, a smirk playing on his face as he comes closer to wrap an arm around your waist and kiss your lips.

"hi pretty girl." you're quick to reciprocate the kiss. seungmin hasn't been able to come see you for a few days because of his packed schedule, so now that you finally have some time with him, you want to make the most of it. "you missed me ?", seungmin asks when you wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt to stop him from going too far. you simply nod, and his smirk widens. "i missed you too, baby." - "then kiss me some more. i missed this too." your boyfriend chuckles but he listens and leans down to kiss you again. he can't lie, he missed feeling you close to him too, and he purposely sent you these photos of him at the gym to get you riled up.

which seems to have worked just fine as you're already whining against his mouth, your hands wrapped around his biceps to not so subtly feel him up. seungmin slowly backs you up against the couch, pushing on your shoulders to make you sit on the armrest, one hand gripping your jaw strongly, his fingers digging into your cheeks. "you want me pretty ?" - "yes, please." - "good girl." the way his eyes shine with mischief tells you that he perfectly knows what his words are doing to you. without any more words, seungmin grabs your hips, easily flipping you around and pushing down on your back so that you lean forward, holding your ass up in the air. you bite your bottom lip to restrain the moan threatening to escape you because the fact that he can do that without any efforts makes you even wetter.

"so fucking gorgeous like this, this pretty ass is mine, right ?" he punctuates his sentence by a slap against your cheeks, holding you in place as you squirm and whine. "yes, it's all yours seungmin." - "so you're gonna let me have this pussy too, uh ?" - "please, please, i need you to fuck me." - "i love it when you beg like that angel." and then, he pushes up your oversized shirt - that is actually one of his - and discovers your lacy, navy blue panties, eyes staring down at the wet spot that already grew and made the material darker. "so wet for me and i didn't even do anything." - "you know what you're doing…" he can hear the pout on your lips, and he chuckles as he runs his fingers against your drenched underwear. "and it works every time." and it truly does, as you whine to the light touches he gives you, unable to move even an inch with the way his iron grip on your hips holds you right there.

and then, you hear the sound of tissue ripping, gasping when air hits your wet folds and you realize that seungmin just tore up your underwear. "seungmin ! they were expensive !" - "i'll buy you some more angel, just let me have you." his hand running down your spine under your shirt shuts you up quickly, shivers coming alive on your skin everywhere. you turn your head to the side to get a glimpse of his face, eyebrows knitted together as he stares at your pussy. "please, just fuck me." - "anything you want." he quickly discards his sweatpants and boxers, gripping your hips again as he slides right in.

"shit, you're so tight." - "feels so good…" - "yeah ? gonna make you feel even better pretty." you bury your head in the couch, letting seungmin move your hips back against his to match his powerful thrusts. the way he's able to maneuver you so easily has you clenching around him, releasing a moan of his name as you try to keep yourself up but your legs are already shaking too much. and if it wasn't for his strong arms wrapping around your waist, you would've already collapsed on the floor. "you love it that i'm strong enough to do all that pretty girl, admit it." you nod your head, eyes filling up with tears at the new angle he's hitting inside of you due to the change of position. "y-yes… it's so hot." and that's all seungmin needs to hear, that's all the motivation he needs to keep going to the gym.

[hotreadingwitch]

Matt Murdock x Reader - Boyfriend Material

Content Warnings/Kinks: teasing, bruising (handprints), hickeys, breast/nipple play, choking, hair pulling, praise kink, dirty talk, oral sex (male and female receiving), cum swallowing, penetrative vaginal sex (positions: spooning & missionary)

Matt slid his hands up the sides of her body until they reached the edge of her shirt. 

"Please tell me I can take this off" He stated, gesturing to the fabric. 

She whispered a small "yes" and in a flash the shirt was scattered somewhere across the room. Y/n giggled lightly, charmed by her boyfriend's clear enthusiasm. His hands reached higher, skimming her waist before reaching her breasts. She threw her head back as he cupped them through the lace of her bra, squeezing her nipples between his fingers causing her to moan. 

"You like that?" Matt questioned. 

Y/n bent forward until her face was an inch from his, letting her kiss answer his question 

"I think you know that I do" she then added, unbuckling her bra and slipping out of the rest of her clothes until she was naked before him

"Touch me?" she asked, giving him the permission she knew he craved. 

Matt's hands returned to her nude form, and this time her senses were heightened by the feeling of his skin on hers. He gripped her ass playfully, he peppered kisses along the length of her stomach. Y/n felt adored like she always did when she was with him. There were three things Matt Murdock took seriously in life 1) work 2) his friends 3) sex. 

Soon, Y/n was completely turned on, she could even feel the moisture slicking her inner thighs getting wetter and wetter the more that Matt touched her. She knew, however, that there was one thing that would make her ever hotter, even more aroused. 

She sunk to her knees and almost as if by instinct Matt spread his legs where he was sitting on the edge of the bed to make room for her. 

"I'm trying to touch you Y/n, don't you want-"

"Nothing's going to turn me on more than having your cock in my mouth" she interrupted his protests, "I want to feel you, I want to taste you, I want you to take this throat and make me remember why it belongs to you"

"Sweetheart..." he groaned, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, "Are you sure?" 

"Positive" she confirmed, before asking, her voice tinged with innocence in that way she knew he loved, "Please can I touch you now, Matty?" 

"Fuck" he grunted before nodding gruffly. 

Y/n unbuckled his belt slowly, focusing on the way the cool leather and metal strap felt in her hand and the power that she felt as she listened to Matt's shallow breaths become more and more irregular as she made him wait. She took his cock out of his underwear, starting by running the tips of her fingers up and down the underside of his shaft, dragging them before teasing around the sensitive tip. 

"Please..." he begged, the sensitivity making his hips buck upward. 

He hissed as she sucked his tip into her mouth, her lips creating a suction around the head. 

"Y/n" he moaned, his voice a swift, barely-there breath, "Such a good girl-so good for me" 

He continued to groan and praise her as her head bobbed up and down his length, taking as much of it as she could. His hands found their way to her hair and soon he was pulling her strands back away from her face into a makeshift ponytail, gripped roughly in his hands. She moaned on his cock as he tugged her head back slightly, the tension making a ripple of pleasure run the length of her spine. 

"Your mouth-fuck-'feels so good sweetheart" 

Matt breathed out a long breath, his head tilting back as his grip on her hair tightened subconsciously, pulling even harder, causing her to release another muffled moan.

"If you keep moaning on my cock..." he stated through gritted teeth, "I'm gonna cum in your mouth a lot sooner than I'd like" 

"Oh yeah?" she teased, pulling up off of him just to smirk. 

Y/n played with Matt's cock, using her hand to trace lines up and down his shaft. She let her other hand rest on his taut stomach, tracing soothing circles with her fingers as his hard muscles flexed beneath. When she finally returned her now-puffy lips to his needy tip, she kissed it gently, forming a perfect pout, causing him to groan. She then opened her mouth and sucked down his shaft, moaning around it so that the vibrations would send him over the edge.

"Fuck Y/n" he grunted as he came. 

White substance splashed the walls of her throat and she hungrily took it, sucking slowly up his erection until she reached the top. She placed another sweet kiss on his tip, making him release a low, rumbling growl before she stood up. 

She grabbed at him desperately, pushing him back down onto his silky sheets. They scrambled up the bed until they reached the headboard, Matt's head almost hitting the top. Once she situated herself on top of him their kisses immediately resumed, the salty taste of Matt there on her lips. 

"Mmm," he groaned, savouring himself. 

As they kissed, it was as if their bodies started moving completely on their own. Y/n gasped as she ground down onto Matt, her clit rubbing up and down the length of his shaft. He gripped her hips, pulling her down further onto him. 

"Fuck" she whimpered before begging, "Please Matt, I need you in me" 

"No," he chuckled against her lips.

He kissed away the pout that had instantly made its way onto her face. 

"Matt..." she whined, her frustration clear as she ground herself onto him again. 

He slid a hand up from her hips to her waistline, using his weight to throw himself over her until she was rolled onto her back. 

"I know what you want Y/n" he teased with another intense kiss, taking control, "but I'm not giving it to you until you've cum on my lips at least once" 

She whimpered. 

"Does that sound okay sweetheart...?" 

His lips trailed over to her cheek. 

"Your sweet pussy on my tongue..." 

Then, her jaw. 

"...Fingers pulling at my hair" 

She gasped when he reached her neck. 

"Caging my face with your thighs until I make you cum, make your legs shake" 

Y/n was practically panting. 

"Matttt" she groaned, her voice catching on the final consonant, "Please-ugh, God-please"

"No point begging Him sweetheart," he groaned onto her skin, sucking at her thigh roughly as he settled between her legs, "No...it's me whose name you're gonna be calling out" 

His kisses formed a wet chain from her thigh to her most sensitive area. Each one made her hips buck more than the last. When he finally swiped his tongue over her clit she gasped, her hands immediately flying to find purchase in his chestnut curls. 

One of his hands snaked up her body, his palms running over her front with a pressure so intense she felt it in her ribs. He squeezed at her throat. 

"That feel good?" 

"Yes," she groaned, her breathing getting more and more irregular by the second, "Just-just like that" 

He licked and licked at her clit, the feeling and the lewd noises of him eating her out making her moan. As he continued he took his other hand and began caressing her sensitive hole. He didn't penetrate her, just simply teasing her entrance. Y/n's legs squeezed the sides of his face tightly and he was buried so deep in her that she couldn't even see his eyes, only his curls as they spilled onto her lower stomach. 

"Fuck" he groaned onto her wetness, loving the taste. 

Matt sucked around her clit, his tongue sliding across the sensitive areas, touching every spot that pleased her. She could feel his satisfactory grin tickling her skin every time she moaned his name or simply whimpered for him. 

"Matt" she moaned, "Shit-I'm close" 

Y/n's hips rocked up and down against the suction he was creating around her clit, the circular movements in sync with her quiet moans and breathy utterances. And when she came it was explosive, and it was perfect because it was good oral, yes, but most importantly because it was Matt. To cum on his tongue, to wet his beautiful face with her cum, the thought made her shiver her way through her orgasm. 

"Fuck" she breathed out, sighing the word with a small breathy chuckle.

She twitched on his wet mouth, on his fingers as her orgasm subsided. Matt emerged from beneath her, crawling slowly up her body, running his hands up her curves as he did. He kissed her like they were running out of time, he kissed her like he loved her, and she knew he did. 

"I-I need to be inside you" he confessed softly against her lips, 

"Yes" she consented, pulling impatiently at his toned arms, "Please Matty" 

Matt kissed her then and again, it genuinely took her breath away. He pushed her onto her side before positioning himself behind her on the bed, taking the time to caress her waist with his calloused palm and press a line of kisses into the crook of her sensitive neck. Her skin prickled with each touch until she was begging for what she wanted. 

"Matt...please" she puffed. 

"Please what?" 

"Please fuck me" she groaned before repeating, "Please, please, ple-"

But her sarcasm was instantly cut off, her words replaced by a short gasp as Matt pushed the first bit of his hard cock into her. She reached back, gripping his skin, her nails digging into him. 

She gasped again as he pressed further and further into her until his entire length was sheathed inside her warm pussy. 

"Matt" she groaned, her eyes scrunching shut at the feeling of his size. 

"You can take it sweetheart" he encouraged, staying still until she was prepared for him. 

Y/n relaxed then, breathing in long, slow puffs, "...Ready" 

"Yeah?" He confirmed, pulling back before pressing slightly farther into her, she'd honestly forgotten that he had more to give. Matt began sliding in and out of her at a slow pace making her insides clench around him. 

"Mmm" she moaned, then whimpered, "Yes" 

Matt reached forward with one hand and caressed from her sternum up to her throat in one intimate motion. She groaned as his fingers wrapped themselves around her neck, whimpering immediately after when his grip tightened and his pace sped up. She tilted her gaze toward him so that the back of her head was resting on his wide shoulders. Y/n loved watching every twitch of Matt's eyebrows, every lip bite, every bead of sweat forming. The truth was she adored him, and watching him fuck her while feeling him fuck her was a dream come true. 

"I might not be able to see sweetheart but I can feel you staring at me" 

"And what's wrong with that?" she breathed, her tone dripping with desire, "I like looking at you when you're fucking me" 

Matt groaned at that, his hand on her neck subconsciously gripping even tighter before releasing, making her cry out at the loss. But in a second Matt was rolling her over until she was on her back beneath him. 

"I need to fuck you deeper" he stated, his grasp on her hips rough and desperate, then groaning, "Fuck your pussy's so good" 

He kissed her neck, her jaw, the skin beneath her ear. 

"You want it?" He asked then. 

"You know I do" she whimpered in response, repeating her words from earlier as she clenched at the feeling of his crown touching her entrance. 

He slid into her and immediately started to thrust, holding tightly onto her waist with both hands, squeezing the skin, likely leaving two handprints behind. Her stomach tensed as he pumped in and out of her tight hole, making her whimper his name. She moved her legs upward so that they were wrapped around Matt's body, pulling him closer, deeper. 

"Fuck" he cursed at the feeling.

His strong upper body leaned over her as he thrust in and out of her pussy, his toned arms caging her from either side. Y/n breathed heavily as she slid her hand down, connecting her fingers to her needy clit. As she began rubbing Matt's head cocked to the side... 

"No, no sweetheart, that's my job" he growled between kisses, "That clit, that pussy, it's mine-all mine" 

He refocused his attention then, spitting on his fingers before placing them on her clit and beginning to rub circles, causing her to moan, swearing so loudly she thought all of Hell's Kitchen must have been able to hear her. 

"Kiss me" she whispered then, desperate for even more intimacy, wanting him in every possible way, all at once. 

He smiled that slow, seductive Matt Murdock smile before sighing and leaning down to kiss her. His lips just missed hers, his kiss landing on the side of her mouth as she rocked below him, causing her to chuckle lightly. She grabbed his face, steadying him as he continued to thrust, planting a kiss of her own directly on his blush pout. A second later, they separated and her head rolled back on the pillow as the pleasure of Matt thrusting in and out of her while rubbing at her clit began to overwhelm her. 

"Fuck" she breathed. 

She came quickly, hard, at that moment with Matt's fingers rubbing fiercely on her clit, his cock slamming in and out of her.

"That's it sweetheart" he groaned, as she tightened up around him, "That's my girl"

He cupped her face with his large hand, holding onto her as he continued to thrust in and out of her, now cumming himself, the waves of her orgasm sending his cock over the edge. She felt weightless, she felt as if her bones had melted within her body and she was now nothing but a mess in his arms.

"Ahh," she sighed.

When they'd both come down from their highs and shifted into a more comfortable position, Matt caressed her cheek with his warm hand. 

"God I love you" 

"You love God?" He joked, smiling, "And here I thought you were an atheist..." 

He silenced her laughter with another kiss and she truly didn't want to break away, not to joke, not for anything.

[leclsrc]

could i req a threesome with charlos :))) thank u so much and happy holidaysss!

motorsport – cl16, cs55

genre: pwp, drabble

Carlos joins in on some fun between you and your boyfriend on the way back to the hotel.

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because... threesome, car sex, dumbification, degradation, dirty talk really, voyeurism/exhibitionism, edging

auds here... hope u like it anon and everyone :) sry this came so late!

You giggle into Charles’ hair when he bites into your neck, mumbling a flirty stop it when he nibbles another mark just under your jaw. His lovebites are notoriously difficult to cover up, always settling into the darkest of blues and purples that no concealer can win against. 

But that’s not what you’re worried about. That’s not what’s slowly dragging you out of the reverie of your inebriated state, forcing you to sober up and think with clarity. Charles is busy, kissing along your jaw, letting his thumb ghost over your tits, alternating those touches with hasty yanks of your dress upward.

It’s the fact that Carlos is fully sober, barely two feet away, driving all of you to your hotel.

“Charles, baby,” you say, louder this time. You suddenly feel shy remembering Carlos’ presence, like a kid caught stealing a cookie. “This can wait.” He stops moving against your neck, lets his lips travel upward until they’re pressed against your ear, then turns away from you and toward the driver’s seat in front.

“I really don’t think it can wait,” Charles says. “Do you mind, Carlos?”

“Mind what?” The latter coughs, feigning disinterest. 

“Watching my girlfriend cum in the backseat.”

A thick, tense silence spreads like fog over the car. You shut your eyes, body welling up with shame and yet arousal at the thought of being watched, played with. Used. You push your raked-up dress down further, but a hand circles your wrist to stop you. It’s a signal. Wait.

“I don’t,” Carlos says, voice low. Something stirs in the pit of your stomach. 

“Come on, sweetheart,” Charles says, smiling, “why don’t you give him a show?” You bite your lip, nodding, letting your boyfriend drag your dress upward, higher, until all you see is black lace. The delicate material is pushed aside to make way for Charles’ fingers, teasing against your pussy.

He runs a knuckle in between your folds, his thumb rough against your clit. You throw your head back. “Please,” you whimper.

Carlos can’t believe what he’s listening to right now. Prior to this, you’d been Charles’ girlfriend, the funny, pretty girl he saw every so often during race weekends. But it takes one bottle of Fireball—now you’re moaning in his backseat. Giving him a show. He knows he shouldn’t like this so much, but he’s painfully hard, and even more painfully close to swerving this car off the highway.

For his own sake, he’s actively trying to hold off on looking into the rearview mirror unless he feels he truly needs to, because he knows what he sees is going to be the death of him.

Behind him, you rut against Charles’ fingers, a silent plea for him to stuff them into you. He’d gotten you into this mess, might as well grant you an orgasm, too. But your grinding does nothing but make you so much wetter, until his fingers are almost dripping with your slick. A frustrated, quiet moan slips out of you. It’s not enough.

“Carlos, mate.” You blink—why is Charles calling his attention? “Apologies for this little brat beside me. She’s made a bit of a mess.”

Your eyes travel down, shame running through you at the sight of your slick dripping onto Carlos’ car seat. You really did make a mess, you think, whining when Charles knocks his thumb against your clit to gain your attention.

Carlos clicks his tongue. “I’d been told you were a good girl,” he says. You pretend to remain nonchalant, eyes trained on the road ahead, suddenly cornered. Charles chuckles beside you, remarks some crass sentence about how you just got even wetter. 

“I am good,” you insist. “I’ll prove it.”

Your boyfriend shoves two thick fingers into you, watching and feeling you clench around him, more slick pouring out of your tight hole. He thrusts them in and out, pushing you into a blissed out state. You grind harder against his hand, involuntary moans escaping your mouth as you near release.

You’re so tight, so close, in such a short amount of time—Charles can guess why. He stuffs a third finger in, doesn’t wait up for you to feel the stretch as they pump in and out of you. Your brain is clouded, focusing only on how his fingers press, hard and insistent, against the spot inside of you that makes you whine.

He doesn’t slow down, reaching deep and rubbing against your g-spot when his other hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. Your mind is barely coherent, eyes fluttering with ecstasy. You gonna be a good girl? He asks. 

You nod, delirious. Then he says: Go apologize to Carlos.

Suddenly shy, you freeze and shake your head, but his fingers slow as a result. It’s clear he’s telling you, not asking, and you grit your teeth and throw your head back. “I said apologize, sweetheart,” he says, voice deceivingly charming as he feels you pulse around him.

“Carlos,” you say, shaky, “I—I’m sorry.”

Charles takes a moment to thrust even harder, to muddle your brain even more, get you drooling and dumb just for them. You’re losing your train of thought, Carlos knows this, but still he asks, “Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry for making a mess,” you say. You could sob with how intense Charles’ fingers fuck into you, fast into your greedy, sopping cunt. “A big mess. Made a big mess.” Your voice is damp and breathless with the need to cum, your hips rolling to meet Charles’ hand. He rubs your swollen clit in tight circles, knocks louder whimpers out of you. All anyone can hear is the squelch of your pussy and your pathetic moans.

“Gonna cum, princess?” Charles asks, voice rough against your ear. You nod desperately. You can almost taste release, climax—then. “Carlos, should we let her cum?”

Charles continues thrusting and you stave off your orgasm, whining. He’s basically using you, holding a coherent conversation while he drives you to finishing. Carlos tuts. “She’s been good, Charles. Go ahead, let her cum.”

“You have, haven’t you?” Charles asks, and you nod along, biting your lip to channel your pleasure somewhere. Your eyes gravitate toward the rearview mirror, glassy and huge, waiting for Carlos to look. To give you attention, to see how wrecked he and your boyfriend have gotten you in the backseat of his own car. Charles has you shaking and eking out whimpers and moans then, so overwhelmed with pleasure you’re gushing slick all over the seat again.

Your tongue lolls out and you gasp, meeting Carlos’ eyes right then. “Fuck, Charles—I’m—I’m gonna cum, Carlos, I—!”

He thrusts one last time into your overstimulated pussy, your thighs shaking as your release spills all over his wrist and the seat. You pant, spent. Blinking through the haze of your orgasm, you find yourself belatedly realizing you’ve been parked at the basement level already. 

Carlos unbuckles his seatbelt. “About that apology, baby...”

[sugurusdiscordmoderator]

good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught !

ft. Satoru Gojo - MDNI 18+ - not proof read, sorry

“Cause in the back of the room where nobody looks, she’ll be with her boyfriend…they’re not reading books!”

you and Satoru decided to take as many college courses together as you could because your family didn’t exactly approve of him coming around often and you wanted to see him. Sneaking around has been a pain in the ass, especially as both 19 year olds with a very high sex drive. You happen to be in a freshman lecture hall, a history class needed for a general education requirement. Gojo told you what he wanted you to wear today (and of course you’re a good girl so you listen!!) Making heads turn all over campus with your perfectly curled hair, manicured nails, wearing a short black skirt and a pink sweater with knee high socks. You knew that guys on campus had an eye for you, but god, why would you look anywhere when there was Satoru Gojo?

You get to class later than Gojo today which is honestly shocking but you opt to sit with him in the back right corner of the lecture hall nobody pays attention in. His mouth all but waters when you walk in, your tits slightly bouncing as you happily walk up to him and do a spin to show off your outfit. “Look at you!” He coos but his thoughts are so much dirtier. As you sit down next to him and begin taking out your class materials from your bag his hand creeps up your bare thigh and he whispers, “such a good girl, I think you get a reward for listening to me.” His low sultry voice sends chills down your spine as you feel his hot breath against your ear. You blush, thinking about the last earth shattering sex you had in the private family bathroom of the arts building on campus last week. Satoru’s slender strong fingers slightly brush the tips against your thighs as he watches you try to hold onto your composure, but knowing you want this just as bad as him. Luckily with how you’re positioned in this corner, nobody else will be able to see what you two are doing under the desk. You wonder if Gojo had already scoped that out or if he did this with another girl before. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Satoru presses the tips of his pointer and middle finger against the wet patch of your lace thong. He whispers “what color did you wear for me princess?” Your breath hitches as he moves the panties to the side to directly touch your wetness now. “Pink,” you say under your breath as you feel his middle finger creep inside your entrance. Your tight little cunt immediately grows wetter at the feeling of your boyfriend inside you, let alone in public like this. He maneuvers his hand so he is able to pump two fingers into you while he rubs against your clit. You’re drooling, covering your mouth with the soft sleeves of your baby pink sweater. The professor is talking about some boring shit you’ll catch up on later, but you just hope it doesn’t get too quiet in the room so the people around you don’t hear your obscene pussy squelches. Satoru adds a third finger to really watch you squirm, sitting there with a smug grin on his face, eyes hidden behind his round black sunglasses. Luckily your professor plays a YouTube video about something you couldn’t care less about, and the volume is a little too loud in the room over the loud speakers. Your rebel boyfriend takes this opportunity to speed up his motions, curling his fingers up into the spot that makes you whimper. He wants to ruin you. Rip your knee highs, steal your panties, smudge your lipstick, and get rid of your good girl reputation. His eyes roll to the back of his head thinking about it, and he has to suppress a moan at how wet you are. At this point your head is in your hands, not wanting anyone to see your pathetic face or hear your whorish whimpering. Satoru leans over knowing how close you are and demands, “cum for me darling, cum for me in this classroom like the little slut you are.” His voice sends you over the edge, your cunt clenching around his fingers and juices dripping down his fingers and on your chair. The lights come back on as the youtube video ends and Satoru gets to see just how disheveled you look. Rosy cheeks and swollen bottom lip from biting down on it so hard, you stare into his eyes with your mouth slightly agape, still catching your breath. He removes his fingers bringing two of them up to his mouth and you watch him suck them clean and leave his pointer finger still with your wetness on it and sticks it into your mouth. Your eyes are wide in shock but you lick it clean. Soon after class is dismissed and you realized you hadn't learned a single thing. You huff packing your things when your bad boy boyfriend chimes in, "Come back to my place, we can go over all the stuff we missed."

“Cause every night she studies hard in her room (at least that's what her parents assume!) but she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend, here’s what she told me the time that I caught her!”

As a sheltered, spoiled, princess, you still live at home and commute to college. That is part of the reason that your relationship with Gojo has been so...complex. He basically gets off to the fact he is corrupting you and you want to break out of your good girl mold so bad. You tell your parents that you have a midterm the next day, so you really need to study and for them to please don't interrupt. You've never given your parents a reason to doubt you, so why would they come check on you? However your midterm was actually next week, and Satoru was picking you up down the street to sneak around. You leave music playing on your laptop like you normally do when you're studying and unlock your window. Luckily your bedroom is on the bottom floor of the house, and you've prepared so you have a little step stool hidden to get in and out of the window gracefully. You wear tight flared jeans, a cropped babydoll tee that has the Bratz logo and a light jacket over top since it is still brisk. You jog down the street and Satoru turns his head lights back on as soon as he sees you. As soon as your in the passenger seat his lips find your neck, "fuck it's good to see you," he grumbles taking a deep inhale of your perfume.

"Where are we going?" you ask taking your phone out of your back pocket and buckling your seat belt. "Don't worry that pretty little head princess, I have it figured out." Gojo u-turns and starts driving on roads you haven't been on despite living here your whole life. You end up at a cemetery of all places, but a beautiful cemetery that overlooks the whole city and is very secluded. As he parks he pulls out his weed pen, and he waves it in front of your face, knowin how your eyes light up when you see it. "Be a good girl and get in the back seat and I'll let you use it." You climb over the center console to the back of his surprisingly spacious luxury car, and he has to give into his temptation of smacking your ass while you're bent over for him like that, giggling at how easily you submit to him. He opts to get out of the driver seat and go through the back door, handing you the pen and letting you take a rip. Despite the good girl persona, you can handle your weed and look beautiful doing it. You pass it back and forth a few times, watching tiktoks together. Satoru gives into the temptation and begins kissing your ear, neck, and collar bone as he tries to seduce you. (hint: he succeeds). Soon he has your shirt off, to his surprise with no bra under it. "God, you were just waiting to strip for me weren't you?" He smirks as his hands caress your chest, rubbing his thumbs over your hardened nipples. Your hand reaches down to start rubbing him through his black jeans. He unbuttons your jeans and strips them off to leave you patiently sitting with just your maroon g-string left on, the cold leather of the seats heightening your senses even more. Satoru starts stripping his all black ensemble, pulling you onto his lap when it is just his black boxer briefs left. His tongue pushes into your mouth taking control of the heated kiss. You have one hand on the back of his neck and the other pressing up against the back window which has already started to fog up. Your hips grind against him, his hands situation on your ass to help your rhythm, although you hardly need it. Being on top and trying to take charge has brought you a whole new thrill, running your long nails down his chest as you move your mouth to his pale neck skin. Satoru has give you enough hickies that you've had to figure out how to hide, so it might as well be time to pay him back. Sucking, licking, and biting at his sensitive skin has him breathing heavier. He takes this opportunity to slide his fingers down from your ass cheeks to your core, rubbing your wet mound over the little fabric there. You moan into him as you lick a stripe up his adam's apple. Satoru swears there is a new, different, look in your eyes tonight, and he can't help but love it.

"Fuck, my naughty girl, I love it." he whispers seductively in your ear. You pull at the waist band of his boxers, signifying that you can't wait any longer. "Wan' you inside 'Toru," you moan as his fingers circle around your wet hole and clit. He lifts your hips up just enough to slide down his boxers, his hard length slapping against his stomach when he does, making you smile. You waste no time spitting on your hand to lubricate his cock for a few pumps, making him throw his head back against the headrest. You position him at your entrance rubbing his tip against your clit a few times just to tease him. He wonders if you'll be able to handle this position, after all he is larger than the average male even if you have ridden a dick before. You begin sliding down him inch by inch, taking more as he praises you, "good girl, good fucking girl." Satoru watches your face contort from pleasure to pain and back again as you slide the whole way down, feeling his tip perfectly snug up against your cervix. You slowly work your way back up and down, with help from Satoru's grip on your hips. He is going crazy at how good you look, wanting to fuck you so hard you cant walk tomorrow, but he knows he can't do that in this position. "Baby girl, you've done so so good. Can I take over now?" You sigh with a little relief, your legs were getting sore. "Yes please," you desperately look up at him, obsessed with the way he dicks you down. Satoru lifts you off his cock which is now slick and drenched, and he flips you over to you are on you knees, hands up against the car door and bent over slightly. Not only did you love doggy, but Satoru was a little too tall for most other positions in the car. He takes his time, spreading your cheeks and looking at "his holes" before spitting and watching it drip down you, and a little landing on the leather seat. He presses his tip back up against your tight hole, "are you ready pretty girl?" He coos while rubbing his free hand over your soft ass cheek before leaving a harsh slap, making you yelp. "I asked are you ready?" His tone seemed to be mocking you with the way he knew you would respond. "Y-yes sir!" you whimpered out, cause him to smile and push his hard length inside you again. After a few slow strokes he picks up a relentless pace, your cheek rubbing up against the fogged window with every thrust. "mmm, fuck yes, my nasty little girl," Satoru moaned pushing your head up against the car door (gently) while caressing the little tears slipping out from your eyes watering. He knew when your eyes started watering from pleasure, you would be reaching your limit soon. He backed you up, saying "face down baby," and you knew what that meant. You stuck your ass up for him and arched your back beautifully, him bullying into you hitting your favorite spot. Your moans were uncontrollable now, loud and making Satoru's cock throb. Your nails left light scratch marks against the leather seats, something he would normally be upset about, but how could he be mad about this? It was something to remember you by. Completely mesmerized by the view in front of him, he almost missed the way you choked out, "T-Toru, I'm.. coming!" And you arched your back even further as your pleasure reached a new high, releasing a high pitched whimper/cry of "Satoruuu", which sent your boyfriend over the edge, him pulling out quickly to coat your lower back with his hot cum. "Fuck, fuck, yes, y/n, good girl," his moans and grunts were quieter than yours, you barely heard them in your dazed post-orgasm state. He grabbed his phone off the front seat, "stay like that darling," and took a picture with the flash, and hit the send button to his group of bad boy fuck boys, loving that you were happy to be showed off.

“She said to me, "forget what you thought, ‘cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught!"

You walked into a shared class with Satoru and noticed a few more eyes on you than normal. You had a big election coming up for Student Government so you thought maybe people had seen your campaign. You went to the bathroom since you had a few minutes before class started, adjusting your cute blazer and skirt duo and making sure your hair and makeup looked just right. Two girls walked in and started giggling at you, which was when you realized that something was probably wrong. You head back to the classroom where Satoru still isn't but his friends Shoko and Suguru were sitting near your seats. You whisper "Hey, do you guys know if something is wrong? I haven't seen Satoru yet and everyone's been giving me weird looks." The pair look at each other cautiously before Shoko slides you her phone open to twitter. Sure enough, a video of you giving Satoru head in a classroom on campus and he proceeds to fuck you on a desk has gotten out. "Oh. my. god." Your face turns red and you look up to the adjacent friends with concern.

"Sorry you had to find out this way... Satoru's phone got stolen and hacked..." Suguru averts eye contact now that he has seen what your eyes look like while you have his best friends cock in your mouth.

Speak of the devil, your boyfriend walks in looking worse than ever (which says something because he always looks perfect). The second he meets your eyes he hugs you and kisses your forehead. "I'm sorry... I understand if you blame me." Sure, you're embarrassed but you can't be too upset with your sweet boyfriend, the whole school has seen his cock as well as your body so you're kind of in this together. You muster up a smile, "It's fine Satoru," and with that Shoko and Suguru turn back around to their seats and leave the conversation. Satoru holds your hand throughout the whole class while you scroll through twitter to see the damage. One user named Toji_Fushi replied to the video, "I guess the good girl persona of her's is up. She has my vote" He must be an upper classman that has heard of and seen you that you don't know. Another user, meixmei responded to his tweet saying, "good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught."

So just turn around and forget what you saw, ‘cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught!”

Well, the aftermath of the video wasn't everything you thought. Your parents were so upset they told you to find somewhere to stay for a while. That's when you told them about your boyfriend Satoru, a bad boy that your family had heard of well enough. Your mother gasped and father shook his head. His black sports car pulls in the driveway right on cue and you take the few bags you packed and waltz out the front door. To your surprise, Satoru got out of the car, walked up to your shocked parents and shook their hands before slapping your ass as you put the bags in the trunk and taking you back to his apartment.

You won the student government election, you think it was just because guys found you even more irresistible. Satoru tried to convince you you're a great person and you still can be his good girl, even if other people think you're a bad girl now.

Satoru is so glad he accidentally sent that video of you two to his friends, even though he doesn't know who leaked it, he has you in the palm of his hands. But, that isn't something you ever have to find out!

Plus, the videos of you two have really gotten popular on this new site, OnlyFans. You don't mind being bad if it's with him.

[living-dead-author]

Sexual therapy: Hannibal x Reader Chapter two: Praise

This is a bit over double the word count of the last chapter and now we're getting into the meat of this. I have a ton more chapters planned so get ready for all that is to come.

Content includes: Naked reader, consensual kink, vibrator used on reader, clitoral stimulation, praise, aftercare, mentions of spanking at the end

This is 18+ minors and ageless accounts will be blocked

At 7:30 sharp Hannibal opens his office door, smiling at you. You wore what he instructed you to wear, something formal but comfortable and easy to slip out of. He steps aside and lets you in. 

“Good evening Dr. Lecter.” You say, looking back at him as he shuts his office door. 

“It’s a pleasure to see you again Y/N. Do you remember what I have planned for us today?” He asks as you notice the chase lounge in his office is now covered in some kind of clear vinyl material. You nod your head and turn back to face him. 

“Yes Dr. Lecter I do. Today we will be experimenting with praise and you will be using a vibrator on me. The scene will end when I reach an orgasm or when either of us says the safe word. I’m very excited for today's session.” Hannibal smiles and nods his head, taking off his suit jacket. 

“That is correct. You’re a very smart person I must say. Now, be good for me and take off your clothes.” He says, his hands moving to unbutton his suit vest. You do as you're told and you take off all of your clothes, holding them in your arms for a moment before you set them down on one of the leather chairs in his office. “You’re a good listener, very obedient.” Hannibal smiles slightly and makes his way over to his desk. “Now lay down on the chase in whatever position you normally masterbate in.” 

His direct language caught you off guard but again you do as you're told and lay down on the chase, feeling the cool material of the clear vinyl underneath you. 

“Are you worried I’m dirty Dr. Lecter?” You ask in a light hearted manner as he pulls out a small oval shaped device and a small remote. Hannibal shakes his head and walks back over towards you. 

“Of course not. My perfect patient is very clean I’m sure, I just want to be cautious about any material that could stain getting on my lounge chair.” He says, bending down and looking at the slit between your legs that’s growing wetter by the moment. He gently and carefully places the oval device on your clit and positions it so it’s comfortable. 

“Now, if you want to go faster or slower you will ask politely and I will wait to see if you deserve it.” He says, standing back up. He presses a button on the remote and you feel the device start to vibrate against your clit in the perfect way. You can’t help but let out a moan and shut your eyes as Hannibal smiles.

“When was the last time your ex boyfriend made you orgasm?” He asks in a calm manner, waiting for a response as you adjust to the vibration against your clit. 

“Mmm~ In the…beginning of our relationship…three years ago…” You say between moans as Hannibal increases the speed on the vibrator, making you cry out in more pleasure as you jerk your hips before setting them back on the chase again. 

“That’s a shame.” Hannibal says, walking around the lounge as he looks down on your, soft moans escaping your mouth, small beads of sweat forming on your forehead, the way you bite your lip to try and stay quiet. “Don’t hold back your moans. I want to know how good I’m making my perfect patient feel.” You slowly open your mouth again and you let out more and more moans. “You’re taking this very well. I can see that you’re going to react well to what else I have planned for us. But it’s a very pleasing sight seeing you in a divine state like this.” 

You nod your head and keep moaning quietly as the vibrator hums on and on over your clit as you get wetter and wetter. You’re not sure what it is but you never get this turned on on your own, or when your boyfriend tried to be intimate with you. This is the most aroused you’ve been in a very long time. 

“Oh Dr. Lecter~ Please~ Please turn it up~” You moan out to him, your head tilted back as you adjust yourself to get more comfortable.

“Does my perfect patient deserve a higher speed?” He asks, looking down at you with that remote in his hand. You nod your head and he smiles softly. “Use your words like the intelligent person you are.” Those words send a surge of blood to your clit, making the feeling of the vibrator all the more intense as you try to get out the words. 

“Yes~ Yes please Dr. Lecter~ Please~ I deserve it~” You moan, a small bead of sweat rolling down your face and neck as you wait for him to react. 

 Hannibal presses a button and the speed gets faster, making you moan out louder.

“You’re taking this very well. I want you to take a deep breath for me. You’re obedient enough to do that.” Hannibal comments, smiling down at the sight of you struggling to keep your pleasure under control as you try to follow his instructions. “You deserve this. You deserve to feel this good, you deserve to be praised like the good submissive that you are.” 

Those words send you over the edge, making you orgasm hard. Your hips raise in the air as Hannibal turns down the vibration slightly, but not fully, to let you ride out this orgasm. Slowly but surely, as you come down from your high, the pleasure is replaced with a need to squirm. As you lay back down, limper than before, Hannibal turns off the vibrator and walks over to you, removing it from between your legs and turning you over to rest on your stomach. 

“The scene is over. You did very good for me.” He says, walking over to his desk, placing the vibrator and remote in a plastic bag before returning with a glass of water in his hand. He tilts your head up and helps you drink from it, pushing your hair damp from sweat off your forehead as he lets you finish the glass on your own. 

“Thank you Hannibal.” You say as you continue to lay there limply, taking in slow, deep breaths as you come down from your orgasm. Hannibal sits at the edge of the chase, rubbing his hand up and down your back in a soothing manner.

“Of course Y/N, aftercare is very important. It’s crucial to make sure you don’t get into a depressive episode because of improper care. Now, do you need anything else before I help you to the bathroom so you can clean yourself up?” He asks, keeping up his soothing, soft motions of rubbing your back. You think for a moment and look over at him. 

“May I have another glass of water?” You ask, wiping more sweat off your forehead. Hannibal nods and gets up, picking up your glass before returning with it, filled with water again. You take it from his hands and sit up as you slowly drink it all. Hannibal takes your hand and leads you over to the private bathroom in his office. 

“If you require any assistance please let me know.” He gives you a soft smile before shutting the door and letting you clean yourself up. 

You return back to his office after you finish. Hannibal is drinking his own glass of water and you start to get dressed again, your face glowing with pleasure and satisfaction. Like a five year long itch has just started to get scratched. 

“I want to try something a bit different next time.” You say, looking over at Hannibal as you zip up your pants. He smiles softly and you and sets down his glass.

“What did you have in mind?” He asks, resting a hand on his desk. 

“I want to try a roleplay. I want it to be your assistant and I want you to be my boss. I want you to spank me while I’m in some lingerie during that roleplay.” Hannibal nods and motions for you to sit down while he takes a seat in his own chair. 

“I like the idea of that. Let’s discuss this more before our session ends.” You nod your head and smile, making sure to get comfortable because you know Hannibal loves to be thorough. 

[starlightsuffered]

New Dress

Warnings - smut, sub Timmy, public sex, dry humping, dom Fem, spitting in mouth, talk of Masturbation

"I know you're bored, but I need a new dress," I told him. He was hardly paying attention. It was strange to me how much my boy loved fashion and hated going shopping with me. Perhaps it was because he could just buy anything he wanted, and didn't even need to try it on. I, however, did find it completely precious that my celebrity boyfriend would come with me shopping at all.

"I'm not bored my darling, looking at you is my favorite hobby," he said cheerily.

"You're a good liar," | said as I kissed him. He chuckled. However, I knew he'd loooove my next selection. I'd chosen it when he was not looking. I couldn't wait to see his reaction.

I went to the dressing room. I put on the dress. It was a shimmering strappy thing. I intended to wake my boyfriend up a bit with this. I made sure everything was in place, before stepping out of the dressing room.

"Oh, Timothée," | called, since he was looking at his phone again. He looked up lazily, before his eyes just about popped out of his head.

He licked his lips, hands running up and down his thighs. I noticed the tent that had grown in his pants. I was thankful for the upscale dressing room we'd been provided with, the only person who could possibly come in was a salesperson.

"How do you feel about this one baby?" I asked playfully.

"Needy," he whimpered.

"Want me to take you into the dressing room and help you take care of that," I asked, palming him over his pants. His head fell back with pleasure and he nodded eagerly.

"Come on then baby boy," said, taking his hand. He followed eagerly behind me. I pushed him down on the bench, before straddling him. I rolled my hips, as he whined.

I did truly love the power I had over him. His little whimpers made me even wetter. Who would have thought the great actor Timothée Chalamet could be made into such a desperate, needy, mess so easily.

I moved forward to kiss his neck as I continued to move my hips. He was clutching my waist, rutting up against me for some pleasure. His straining, clothed, cock was brushing the material of my panties deliciously.

"What do you want baby boy, hmmm, you were so bored moments ago."

"You, all of you," he gasped. "Please."

I gave a tug to his curls and I swallowed the whine that came out of his pink lips.

"You wanna be inside me, huh baby?" I taunted.

"Please," he said, continuing to try to grind up into me.

"Bet I could make you cum from just this," I chuckled.

"S'not funny, need to be in you. Wanna cum in you," he begged.

"Alright my love," I said kindly. He made a noise of protest when I got up. I pulled his throbbing cock from his boxers, and I took off my lacy underwear. The sound he made when I sunk down on him would fuel many masturbation sessions in the future.

"Feel good?" | asked. His mouth hung open and his eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure.

"Ride me, I wanna be good for you," he pleaded.

"Don't worry love, you're always good for me," I said as I lifted up to sink down. He reached down to roll my clit as I began to ride him.

"Good boy," I praised.

"Uh, uh, uh," he was moaning.

"We're in public, but you still can't keep quiet can you?" I asked. He shook his head, continuing to bask in the feeling of my pussy.

I continued to ride him. From his pulsing cock I could tell he was close. I leaned forward and spat in his mouth.

That's what did it for him, one more roll of my hips and he was emptying himself into me with a pitiful cry. I came next, walls clenching around him.

"What a good boy," I said, kissing his mouth lightly.

"Can we go back to my place?" He asked sheepishly.

"Why baby?" I asked.

"Still needy, wanna cum in you again," he said with wide desperate eyes.

"Get your things, we're going."

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

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You walk through the door after the long day of work, you sigh loudly as you set yourself down on the couch. You don't see your boyfriend anywhere in the living room so you decide to make your way up to the room. As your steps get closer to the door, you hear low whimpers and whines, which sounded way too familiar for you, coming from your shared room. Your hands do not hesitate in holding on to the door knob and twisting it.

The door opens to reveal a very sweaty San, his figure half-naked and only in grey sweats rutting against a pillow… your pillow certainly. His crotch rubs against the soft material, desperate and in need of a relief as his hips move faster. His whines fill the room and his hands desperately clutch onto the pillow, his lips letting out low 'Mommy' and little 'please's. You could feel yourself getting wet at the sight, your hands grip onto the door knob tighter. Your eyes moved down to his ass, which looked so plump in those sweats, the need to put your hands on them, grip and spank them made you feel breathless.

You walk into the room slowly as you try not to make any noise, you slowly close the door from behind before approaching the whimpering boy. Your hands slowly yet caressingly move to his thin waist, damn did he have such a slutty waist. Your hand grips harder onto his waist but the whining boy is still too high on pleasure to notice your presence. «"Mommy, I miss you so bad I've started to feel your hands on me, s-so h-hard, w-wanna cum so bad."» San whines loudly, his voice sounding hooded as his hips continue to thrust over the pillow.

You finally decide to take the matters into your own hands as you place your hands on his hips to stop them from moving, «"Shh, Mommy's here baby boy, wasn't such a pleasant surprise to see you having fun without me though."» His pants are loud, and his eyes look back to find your cold but soft features looking down at him. «"I-I'm sorry M-Mommy, was horny and wanted to cum.."» He pouts looking down, trying hard to make you forget about giving him a punishment for disobeying.

«"Did you cum?"» You ask firmly, making his head snap back at you, «"W-What?"» He asks nervously, looking at you with confused eyes. «"Did you cum?"» San decides to just shake his head at your question, not quite trusting his vocal chords into not making him whiney. «"Well you certainly aren't getting away with the consequences, but why don't you put on a show for me slut? Maybe I'll think about it."» You say as you sit back and lean against the beadboard leaving a dumbfounded San on his knees in the middle of the bed.

«"What? Get started with it, don't make me repeat my words."» He is instantly snapped out of his thoughts and he scrambles to get his legs around the pillow again. But this time tho, his hands move down to slip into his sweats only to stop mid-way at your words. «"Ah Ah baby boy, you don't get to touch what's yours. I want to see you grind on that pillow and cum only by that."» You command as a smirk makes its way onto your lips.

San whimpers at the thought, and his hips automatically move against the pillow, his bulge rutting against it. His little moans escape him and he grips onto it desperately, having been edged from his orgasm before, it's no wonder his cock twitches in his pants. You smirk at his state when you notice little tears in the corner of his eyes, his breaths are intense as he gasps for air. «"M-Mommy- f-feels- s-so g-good, w-want you to touch me p-please"» Your eyes watch his movements intently, you could feel yourself getting wetter from the show he was putting on for you.

«"Not yet baby boy, mommy is not quite satisfied with whatever you're doing."» Your words make his whines get louder as his hips rut against the pillow faster, desperate to get a release. His cock twitches from the pleasure, and before he knows it, ropes of cum is shot into his boxers while his hips slow down due to the intense reach.

He whimpers loudly when he is pushed on to the bed out of nowhere, and you mount onto his thighs. Your hands caress his bulged biceps, and you trace your fingers down to his chest. Your eyes look at his, before trailing down to his red plumpy lips. You aren't able to control yourself as you let your own lips smash against his. San's little moans in between the kisses, and loud kissing noises resonate against the walls. Your hands trails down to his waist, caressing it with oh so much intensity while your lips trails down to his neck. Your tongue darts down to lick his soft spot before your teeth bite over it harshly.

«"Moan for me, beg me for pleasure, little boy."» You whisper into his ear as your hands continue to caress his waist slowly, he lets out a long cry while mumbling «"Mommy, w-want y-ou to use me, p-please, w-want your p-pussy, m-mommy"» Your lips curl up in a smirk against the soft skin if his neck, and your hand raises up to his nipples to give them a harsh pinch. «"Such a good boy for me"» You say as he whines loudly, «"want mommy to make you cum don't you?"» You ask him in a teasing tone before slipping your hands down to his shorts.

He nods, burying his face into the crook of your neck, «"p-please m-mommy"» His pleas are muffled but desperate enough to make you wrap your fingers around his long cock. «"So fucking hard for me already, want to cum so badly don't you?"» Your thumb drapes over the tips of his cock, caressing him, «"y-yes mommy, please, j-just w-want to c-cum p-please"» «"Say no more, my little slut."» You say before letting your fingers move back and forth around his hard cock, which instantly twitches at the sudden pleasure. «"F-Fuck m-mommy, 'm sensitive"» You smirk at his words before increasing your pace around his length intentionally, making him moan loudly. His vocal chords contract as he moans loudly into your neck while your hands jerk him off.

«"M-mommy- g-gonna c-cum, s-soon"» Just as those words escape his mouth, your fingers move down to flick at his balls making him flinch and ropes of cum to shoot down his pants. He is quivering in his place and his thighs shake intensely as adorable mewls fall off his mouth. You pull him into your lap by gripping his waist, and in a few seconds, your hands rip away his boxers, stripping him naked. «"I hope you're not too sensitive babyboy, mommy needs to have her turn."»

[esposadomd]

SWEET PEA

(taken from pinterest)

Pope Heyward x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, teasing, Pope being the sexy hottie that he is, bad writing, GOOGLE TRANSLATOR, imagine short, pet names.

Pope, aka my husband, has VERY FEW imagines here on TUMBLR and that sucks because he's perfect. So I decided to make one

Enjoy!😘

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Pope interrupts our make-out session when he hears a noise coming from downstairs, leaving a trail of saliva as we walk away.

''Did you hear that?'' he said.

''Yeah, I heard'' I replied.

He walked away towards the window and pulled back the curtain.

''My father has arrived,'' he muttered with a snort.

''Look, maybe we can continue later'' he said approaching me ''at my house'' I mumbled touching the collar of his shirt ''today, since my parents are out…'' I approached his ear.

I noticed his hair stand on end and then a smile appeared on his face. He kissed me with bleary eyes staring directly at my lips.

''It is?''

''Yeah, see you later?'' I asked, already gathering my materials from a long-forgotten study session.

''Ahem, see you later'' the kiss for the last time.

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Pope invades his mouth as he presses you against the wall, eliciting a groan that is immediately swallowed by your boyfriend placing his leg between his.

He shifts his attention to her neck, soon making marks that are sure to show up the next day. The friction of his leg, along with his attack on his neck, makes you a moaning mess.

Walking towards the bed, you tripped and fell so that Pope followed and got on top of you. His hand that was previously cupping her thigh is now overstimulating her clit through her frilly pink panties. An attempt to spice up this long-awaited hour and given Pope's reaction, it worked.

Pope, now wide-eyed in lust, approached his mound.

''Hmm, how delicious'' he said licking the soft tissue causing friction and tremors in his body. '' A little bitch just for me '' he said accelerating his movements and making her wetter, with the meeting of his nose and her clitoris.

''Pope p-please'' you beg.

''Please What Sweet Pea''

You swear the pet name would make you come.

''Please fuck me''

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[collectivecloseness]

Giving Steve a blowjob because he’s such a good boyfriend

Fun fact, I was literally listening to the gimme more Slayyyter remix as this came in, and very true

Steve Harrington x reader

Steve sighs not out of exhaustion, but peace, as he finally gets home. Polo shirt spritzed with cologne as he closed up shop, even though you swore to him you loved the smell of his sweat too, in a weird way. The way you’d nuzzle his neck after a day of work may days made him think you didn’t mind the combination though. The silver ribbon of a stores glossed card bag, swinging in the crook of his fingers, as he unlocked the front door.

You sit up on the sofa when you hear the doorknob turning, running up to Steve as he smiles eased at you. “Hey baby.” He throws his keys into the bowl, on top of the drawers in his hallway. In the big house his parents didn’t really come back to anymore, and that he was much happier living with you in.

You don’t say anything as his car keys clatter. Instead your hands go to Steve’s hips. Pulling at the hem of his jeans, not quite enough to pull them down, but dangerously straining, as your thumbs slip under the material, rubbing against his warm hip bones.

Steve does a double take from the chest of drawers, looking at you with a mollified ‘woah’ expression. Until you started moving forwards. Steve’s eyes flutter as you kissed him. It was a wetter kiss than he expected, definitely more drawn out by you. He was surprised, but of course into it. It was only a small kiss, but his eyes slipped shut as he kissed you back, feeling how your wet lips slotted between his thick ones, creating a little bit of sound in the quiet home. One hand managed to get to the small of your back, even though the kiss only lasted a short amount of time, but it still made him think, since he was so surprised. Where was this going? Maybe you were just teasing him, playing around?

But no.

You got on your knees the second you’d given Steve his kiss hello. Slowly positioning yourself up on them, as you tilted your head up, gently bouncing your chin against his midriff.

“Woah. Baby.” Steve said stupefied, his hands going for your shoulders as you went for the button of his pants. He was already having to hold himself up. But then you looked up at him with your hooded eyes, and Steve felt his heart rate spiking.

“I missed you.” You said simply, popping the button from his pants as you watch your boyfriend try not to gasp, cute, and instead feel his hands gently squeezing you. “I missed you too sweetheart.” He relayed sweetly.

You start to unzip him. Hands soothing over his thighs after his long day, making you really want to massage them for him. You give them a hungry squeeze, finishing up with his zip when you hear your boyfriend above.

Steve gives you a bashful smile as he looks down at you. Legs tingling, but he holds up his bag with the gift paper wrapping poking out from the sides, dangling it from his hands since he hadn’t had the chance to put it down yet. “I uh, I got you something.” His voice was just a little higher, a breathy laugh leaving his lips as he shows you the logo of the bag.

A bright smile pushed its way onto your face, looking up at him with a new sparkle in your eyes. “Really?” You asked warmly. Steve always made you so happy.

Steve nodded, crooked smile mixing with a lick of his lips. Swallowing, he asked “Uh. Do you wanna look at it now, or?”

Steve went into this shop with you all the time. And you’d bought a top that was similar to this, from a different place last week. Steve was really good at learning what kinda clothes you like, getting into your mind on how you view them. He hoped you liked it.

“I wanna greet you first. I’ve been waiting for you all day.” You relay lustfully. Taking the bag gently out of his hands, at the same time Steve goes to try and place it around you somewhere, finally setting it down. You kiss the heel of his hand, before playing your fingers up the rest of it, bringing both of yours back to pulling his pants down his sweet ass just a little more.

“Oh-h, okay.” Steve stammers a bit, before gasping. Tilting his head back as your hand palms him through his underwear.

You loved the way his Adam’s apple bobs whenever he strains like this, it was infinitely hot. Your eyes stared voyeuristically at it, as you rubbed him.

With a sigh, Steve became more composed. Feeling you start to grope him down there, really got his blood rushing now. His mindset clearing to really wanting you now. His love. His hand sifts tenderly through your hair, reaching past your ear and stroking through it, as he rumbles to you “Okay baby.”

Steve felt his mind and body washing over with the moment, as he looked down at you. Sitting on your knees for him, and palming him, with a look in your eyes that he knew was the exact same as his. Eyes darker, and filled with carnality. Steve holds your cheek, hand set in place on your warm skin, and you look up at him again. You know he loves when you do that. You peer right up at Steve’s set, and lascivious face, as you lick a stripe over his underwear

[dave-me0wstaine]

Can you do like rough dave in the late 80s so like 1989 🤭🤭🤭 and basically he like saw some dude flirting w you and he's like hell nah so he fucks you in the bathroom to make you know you belong to him 🤭🤭🤭🤭

i've said it once and i'll say it again, i truly believe that dave would be a jealous bf!!! he's so overprotective and has a short temper, like how could he not get jealous easily?? also if it's 80s era dave, he's got a hairpin trigger. just pissed off over the slightest move someone makes towards you.

i'd like to think in this scenario a roadie or tour staff decided to flirt with you. they're a new guy, so they're completely unaware that you're dave's girlfriend. he's constantly flirting with you, reaching out to touch you, and you, trying to be nice, try your best to brush him off, to neutralize his advances (essentially trying to friendzone him).

you're also trying to end the conversation as quickly as you can before your ill-tempered boyfriend sees. the last time dave saw a guy flirting with you, it ended in a fist-fight. almost as if on cue, dave seemingly materializes from thin air, with a scowl on his face. you feel his arms wrap around your torso, and his chin grazes the top of your head.

"hi." dave utters a greeting, but it's saturated in distain. "i need to borrow my girlfriend for a second." dave says, putting an emphasis on the word "girlfriend". the roadie's eyes light up in both revelation and fear, and before dave can tear into him, he skitters off.

immediately, dave is yanking you by the arms, pulling you into an empty bathroom and locking the door behind him.

"dave-" you start, but he cuts you off, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss.

"just be good and let me mark you up," he mutters, almost in a whisper. dave starts leaving hickeys up and down your neck. "you're mine. mine."

"i know." you whine, curling your fists into his shirt. just from the kisses alone, you can feel yourself becoming wetter which each passing second.

"but he doesn't." dave utters in a stern tone. he continues to make hickeys over your skin while his hands roam up your shirt.

"turn around." he asks, but before you can move on your own, dave's turning you around himself. in this position, you can see yourself in the mirror; he's barely touched you, and already you look fucked out.

you feel dave hike your skirt up and pull your panties to the side. he groans out as his fingers ghost over your slit, feeling how wet you are for him. wordlessly, he slips inside you, and starts a brutal pace. your head hangs low between your shoulders as he fucks you into oblivion. all of a sudden, you feel dave's fingers grip your hair and yank your head up.

"keep your fuckin' head up, you slut," he growls out, "i wanna see your face while i fuck you."

your eyes start to focus in on the image before you. your flushed face, the drool beginning to leak from your mouth, the messiness of your hair. then, your eyes drift to dave, who's face is darkened with lust. he just looks so good like this. sweat running down his face, his features scrunched up in pleasure.

unknowingly, you begin clenching around him, and dave's hiss pulls you out of your thoughts. with the hand that he was holding your waist with, dave begins rubbing at your clit to make you cum. instantly, you begin wriggling in his grasp.

"cum for me, baby. fuck, i know you can." he pleads, rubbing your clit faster as he pounds into you harder. almost instantly you feel yourself unravel. your legs buckle, and if it weren't for dave's arm supporting you, you'd probably be on the floor.

"dave, please," you whine; you could feel yourself starting to become overstimulated.

"oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck fuck!" dave moans as he feels himself begin to spill inside of you. his orgasm hits him hard, and it takes a while for the both of you to calm down. when you do, you're absolutely horrified at the sight of your neck and chest. you're covered in multiple large hickeys, all of which are darkening by the second.

"dave! what the hell!" you whisper-yell at him, all of a sudden aware that while you're alone in the room, there's still plenty of people to hear you outside. and that they probably have heard you. the thought alone makes your face run hot.

dave, however, seems not at all worried about your appearance. "what?" he asks in a lazy drawl, with an equally lazy smirk growing over his face.

"now everyone knows that you're mine."

[linos-luna]

Idk if the requests are open 😅😅 but I'm so in love with your writing

Can you try a drabble with soft dom boyfriend taehyung and an inexperienced reader losing her virginity after a romantic date? Lots of fluff and praises and kisses too please 💕💕

thank you so much

Yes requests are still open! 💕

Oh thank you 🥺

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Pretty Girl ❣️☁️

Soft!Dom!Taehyung x Inexperienced!Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex, lots of kissing, pet names, oral(fem receiving)

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Officially, you are a couple and you couldn’t be happier. You’ve had a few dates and finally he asked if it was official. You’ve never had a boyfriend. All your crushes in high school were met with rejection. You don’t socialize with many men in your adult life. You have no idea how this works. But now you have Taehyung to show you.

It was a great night. Taehyung had taken you on a little boba date and now you were relaxing, watching a movie while eating ice cream at his place.

You were just about done with your ice cream when a sex scene started. It looked intense and you couldn’t help rubbing your legs together.

Your boyfriend took notice and put his arm around you, having you lean into him.you blushed at the feeling of his simple touch.

“… y/n? Are you okay, darling?”

Taehyung’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked at him. “U-um… yeah I’m okay…”

“You’re blushing.” He chuckled. “Something got you worked up?”

“U-uhh…”

Taehyung thought you looked so cute when flustered and gave you a kiss on the forehead before rubbing your thighs, going higher and higher.

“Do you like this baby?” He whispered in your ear. “You like my touch?”

You nodded, not sure why your panties suddenly feel wet.

“I need words, darling.” He said while holding your jaw. “I need my pretty girl to speak to get what she wants…”

“I-I… um… Tae… can you…?” You stumbled over your words as he inched his way up your thigh to you center. “I want… I… help me… uhm…”

Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh at your stuttering. It was so cute.

“Do you not know what you want?”

“It’s just… I’ve never…”

His eyes widened when he realized what you meant. You’re a virgin.

“Aw baby… why didn’t you just say so…?

You blushed in embarrassment, trying to cover your face.

“Don’t hide yourself.” He said while kissing your cheek and gently rubbing your thigh. “You know… I can show you some things if you want…”

You nod and he tilts your chin up.

“I like words, baby.” He said in a teasing voice.

“Y-yes Taehyung.”

“Good girl.” He said with a satisfied smile, now gently kissing your lips.

Hearing him call you a good girl only made you blush more and you swear your underwear just got wetter.

“You know, I like a good girl…” he whispered while kissing down your neck. “A good girl who behaves… is that you darling? Are you going to behave for me…?”

“Yes Taehyung…” you gasp as you felt his hot breath on your neck.

“I’m going to touch you now? Is that okay?” He asked while moving his hand under your shirt.

“Y-yes Tae… touch me please…” you replied in an almost breathy tone.

Taehyung smirked and reached under your shirt to gaze the material of your bra, ever once in a while, touching your skin.

The feeling was new and you liked it.

“Baby, can you please take off your pants for me and lay down?” He asked softly.

“Okay…” you nodded and started pulling down your pants before laying down on the couch.

“Good girl.” Taehyung said, giving you a peck on the lips. “I’m going to make you feel good. You can tell me when to stop.”

Slowly he lowered your panties and you instinctively put your hands over it.

“It’s okay, baby.” Taehyung said, putting his hand over yours, moving it to the side. “Do you trust me, darling?”

“Y-yes… I trust you, Tae…”

Your boyfriend moved one of your legs over the top of the couch and the other on his shoulder, giving him full access to your wet cunt.

You felt so aroused by the feeling of him kissing your inner thighs and suddenly whimper out loud when he kissed your bare cunt.

He nodded and continued kissing your cunt, moving his finger in to prep you. You nearly screamed as he so and could help bucking your hips.

“Are you okay, y/n?”

“Y-yes Tae.”

Taehyung nodded and started lowering his pants and boxers. He rubbed his hard cock a bit before teasing your cunt with it.

Truthfully you never seen one in person and it scared you a bit. He could see that and rubbed your cheek.

“Are you ready baby?”

“Y-yes Tae.”

Taehyung gently kisses your lips as her enters you, it was a tight fit but he loved it. You moaned at the feeling and held on tight to his shirt, your hands shaking.

“You’re doing so good for me baby.” He said reassuringly. “You’re such a good girl.”

He was still, wanting you to get used to the feeling before moving. Even then he slowly thrusted. It was a tight fit anyways.

You were already whining and making little noises as he did so. He found it adorable actually.

He gave you some more kisses before thrusting faster.

“You like that baby?” He teased. “You like being full of my cock?”

“Tae-… agh Tae~” you could only moan in response as you were feeling for something to hold onto.

Taehyung held you hand as kept going, feeling your hip stuttering as you were definitely getting worked up. You only made little noises, unable to speak as he constantly hit your weak spot.

“T-Tae! T-Tae!” You cried a bit as you felt your high coming.

“It’s okay baby.” He said as he was going a little slower. “Cum for me like a good girl.”

“C-cum?”

“Let go darling.” He said while his hips stutter as well.

You had an intense orgasm and as you were trying to catch your breath but as he started pull out to cum as well you grabbed is arm.

“You… you can…” you were practically panting but he knew what you meant and groaned as he thrusted one more time and came. It was euphoric and he littered you face with kisses.

“Such a good girl…” he said in a breathy tone as he lay next to you. He held you and you leaned into his embrace. “I can’t wait to show you more things, pretty girl.”

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Almost Caught

kai parker x reader

summary: innocent cuddling turns into something more on one of the few nights a week joshua parker lets you spend alone time with kai. who can blame you, as strict as he is? (pre-1994-PW)

tags: fluff, smut, vaginal sex, gentle sex, hand-jobs / blow-jobs

word count: ~1.5k

It started out innocently, and you really didn’t mean for it to escalate, but how could you resist, when he’s looking at you like that?!

You’re lying in the bed, cuddled up beside your boyfriend, while another episode of Law & Order rolls out on the TV. You yawn. This is probably the eighth episode about to play that you’re watching in one sitting, and the bright screen is slowly making you tired. When you turn to face Kai, he’s already looking at you.

“What?”

He drags a finger along your jawline, “nothing.”

“How long have you been looking at me?”

“Longer than you think.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful.”

A pink blush paints your cheeks. Upon seeing it, Kai leans forward to kiss your nose, making you giggle. The encouragement brings him to then kiss your cheeks, forehead, and finally, your lips.

You kiss him back, hands on his chest. “You are too.”

He doesn’t answer verbally, but continues his attack of kisses all over your face. It was innocent at first, but then he’s rolling over on top of you, kissing with more intensity. Deeper, capturing your lips between his teeth, sucking on your skin. His lips move to your neck; hips straddling your waist. You gasp as you feel him getting hard through his jeans. The end of his length pokes into your leg.

“We shouldn’t,” you whisper. 

“He’ll never know.”

“Kai-”

“It’ll be okay.”

You open your mouth to argue again, but pressure on your clit stops you. You didn’t even notice his hand snaking down in between your legs, up your skirt, but there it is. “Oh!”

“Shh, princess. Don’t want to get caught.”

You nod furiously.

“Do you want this?” He asks, not wanting to push you. If you really don’t, he’ll stop. But if the only thing holding you back is his father, he’ll gladly work around that fear.

“Yes.” 

“Okay.” Kai stops for two seconds to unbutton your shirt. When it’s open enough, he pulls it over your head flawlessly. Your breasts are on display for him now, barely covered by a pink lace bra. He’s too impatient to undo your bra, though, and instead forces his head around the material to start sucking on your nipple. His fingers return to your clit, making figure-eights again. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he repeats.

Your eyes roll back in your head as you try to not react to the sensations. But the pleasure is overwhelming, and you have to bite your lip hard. “Kai,” you whisper. He kisses your tits, pulling your nipples through his teeth. “Ah!” Your hands are gripping his shoulders, but his hard against your body makes you crave a more direct touch. Slowly, you move them downwards until you’re feeling him through his pants.

“Princess,” he moans. The vibration sends tingles all over your body. 

“I want you.”

“I want to get you wetter first,” he insists, immediately ducking his head down and along your body. You start to argue, but then his tongue slips between your folds. Your hands that lost contact with his bulge find your way into his hair, pulling sharply. His moan into your heat does make you wetter, but he’s not finished yet. Kai starts out slowly, but isn’t that way for long. He flicks his tongue quickly over your entrance, drawing out more and more of your arousal. His nose tickles your clit each time he moves his face. “Let me get you ready,” he warns as he puts a finger inside of you. He pumps it in and out for a little before adding a second, then a third. 

“I’m gonna cum, Kai.”

“Cum for me, come on,” he encourages. He doesn’t lose his pace, nor does he lift his face out of the way at all. Moments later, you release on him, coating his nose with your sweetness. “Good girl,” he leans up to kiss you. You catch him off guard, sucking your juice off his nose. He smiles, “are you ready?”

“Mhm, please.”

“Okay. Remember to be quiet.”

“I will.”

“Good girl,” he repeats. Slowly, he unzips his pants and pulls himself through the hole. He teases just a little before pushing through your entrance, filling you up comfortably. You take him well, feeling minimal pain from the stretch. “Tell me when.”

“Now. You’re good.”

“Okay.” Gentle thrusts are made to push himself in and almost out of you as he creates a rhythm. He doesn’t pick up pace, worried that the bed will squeak, but he makes up for that elsewhere. His arms lay beside you, keeping himself in place and keeping your bodies close. His lips attach to your collarbone, sucking dark spots in every area of skin he knows he can. Your legs wrap around his waist so he can thrust deeper, while your hands grip the sheets. Kai moves along your body, pumping into you, worshiping your skin. You’re both so lost in pleasure, but then,

“Fuck, I hear my dad,” he whispers close to your ear. 

You detach your legs from his hips, “oh god.”

In a couple of seconds, Kai’s off your body and has you both pulled under the blankets. The shirt he pulled off you makes its way under, too, covering his cock in case he’s visibly hard underneath. You move closer to him and close your eyes, while trying to ignore the length pressing into you, again. 

“Breathe, princess, it’ll be okay.”

Two seconds later, the door swings open, “Malachai?”

“Hey.”

“She still here?”

“Yeah, she fell asleep though. Can she stay over so that she doesn’t have to walk back home in the dark?”

“Alright. That’s fine, I guess. Leave some room between you two, though. And remember to keep this door unlocked. If I hear anything suspicious at all, you know the consequences.”

“I know. Thanks for letting her stay, though. She doesn’t like the dark.”

“I’ll let her father know she’s staying.”

“Okay.”

The man shuts the door, but neither of you move until his footsteps depart completely. 

“That was close,” he mutters, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“That we had to stop. Felt so good.”

You bite your lip, “oh, yeah. It’s okay, though. I don’t want him to hurt you. Do you want to… get back to it?”

“I don’t know. I’m scared he’ll come back.”

“Okay.” You’re both quiet for a minute, but then you say, “at least let me get you off. You’re so hard, you’ll never get to sleep.”

“It’s okay, princess. I’ll live.”

“Please, Kai. I don’t want you to just live, I want you to be satisfied.”

“I’m satisfied just having you.”

“Kai.”

“What?”

“I’ll be quick and quiet. Just let me, please. If you really don’t want it, I’ll stop, but I know you secretly do.”

He swallows, “okay. But be careful. I’ll keep an ear out for anything.”

“Good,” you kiss his nose, then let your hands wander between the sheets. 

You start with finger light touches tracing his length, feeling all the veins prominent on his skin. With the bit of precum gathered at the top, you wet him, making it easier when you start to jerk him off. He pants, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. 

“Bite me,” you tell him, “bite into my collarbone. You can’t hurt me.” Desperate, he does. You have to hold back your own moan at the sensation. “Good boy.”

It’s funny how you switch into the praising role the minute you take over. The both of you switch roles often, though he’s mostly dominant, he also loves the care. Reversely, you mostly love being told what to do, but every once in a while, you like to be the one with the orders. 

“You’re doing so well,” you praise again, picking up pace. “Can you do something for me, Kai?”

“Mhm,” he nods quickly.

“Bite this pillow real quick,” you grab the end of your pillow with one hand and bring it towards his mouth. He moves his teeth off your skin to latch onto the fabric instead. “Good boy, stay like that.” Then, you dip your head under the blankets, sinking down until your level with his cock. Before he can realize what you’re doing, your lips are moving around him. Your tongue traces his veins again, and then you bob your head up and down on his length. One hand moves further down to cup and pull at his balls, and you feel him tense to avoid moaning.

Within a couple minutes of your newly established rhythm, Kai unclenches his teeth, “gonna cum.” You have barely enough time to wrap your lips around his tip before the back of your throat is coated white. You suck a few times to ensure nothing will leak on the sheets, and then finally, you come back to the surface of the bed. 

“Hi,” you smile.

“Hi, beautiful. That was perfect.”

“Feel more tired now?”

“Mhm. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. You did a perfect job, too.”

He grins, kissing you, “goodnight, my love.” He tastes himself on your lips, and can’t help but enjoy it.

“Goodnight to you too, angel.”