#and it is to get the cold wet sweat-like sensation off my body so i can actually feel clean

[corpus-incorporated]

the patented “i went outside and now i’m moist and gross” effect of humid regions everywhere

[sweetangelgirl7]

𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝜗𝜚 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 you and your friends decide to road trip up to the cabin in the midst of the wet, hot, american summer. however, you and chris haven’t been able to keep your hands to yourselves for weeks. just how hot will it get?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, praise kink, oral, unprotected, creampie, substance use, language, descriptive, recording!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.6k

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hi, my first fic & smut story! this is highly inspired by t.i. west’s “x” (without the gore, of course). i tend to be descriptive with scenery and details so if you’re not a fan of that, my writing may not be for you. anyways, i hope it’s not bad, enjoy!

the texas summer heat filled the rickety old van as the five of you drove the open road, the dry warmth wrapping around your bodies like a blanket. the air conditioner was working overtime on full blast as you had your feet up on the dashboard, your manicured toes wriggling in the air hitting them through the open window.

your eyes trailed over the words of the book lying in your lap, trying to read through the slight feeling of motion sickness coming on. you sat in the passenger seat as matt drove, while nick, chris, and nate sat in the back of the van discussing useless topics to pass the time for the last hour or so. you all had been on the road since the break of day and it was already half past twelve as you were nearing the cabin.

the five of you took the weekend to road trip up to the country to relax and film content, when given the chance.

taking a brief moment away from your book, you looked out at the rolling yellow grass of the texas plains. as you all had been driving for hours straight, matt pulled off the dusty road up to a run down, road side gas station and drove the van up to the lone gas pump over the gravel. you let a sigh of relief out to finally stretch your legs and get a snack from inside.

“alright everyone out” matt shouted as the van door slid open, followed by the three boys in the back piling out into the warm air. you slipped your platform sandals on and stepped out of the vehicle, slamming the door shut behind you. it felt nice to stand up and walk around but more importantly, to finally tug at the tiny shorts that had been uncomfortably riding up your ass almost the entire ride. you adjusted your tube top and held your hair up in one hand, letting the breeze hit your neck clung with sweat and baby hairs.

matt was busy filling up the van while nick and nate had already made their way inside of the rural gas station. you began to walk up the gravel as you felt a hand smack your ass, flinching at the touch. “ouch” you hissed, turning to see chris walking past you.

“those little fucking shorts have been driving me crazy” he chuckled as a grin pulled at the corner of his lips, walking backwards to face you before he could turn around to head in through the door.

you and chris had been messing around for awhile now but the balls on the kid never ceased to amaze you, literally and figuratively. sneaking around here and there when the boys weren’t looking, hell, even when they were, touching in passing and under the table to drive one another crazy. it started as a bored summer night fling until you both realized that you couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves soon after the fact.

shaking your head with a sly grin, you joined the boys in the store as they grabbed snacks off the shelves to keep themselves sane for the rest of the trip. sliding the ice cream freezer open, you leaned over the cold air for a moment of relief, the chill instantly littering your skin with goosebumps. funnily enough, your felt your nipples perk up beneath the fabric of your top in response to the immediate crisp sensation. a natural reaction, in comparison to the sweltering heat for the past five hours.

reaching down to grab a bomb pop, the cold wrapper felt nice between your hand. placing their items on the counter, chris offered to pay for everyone’s snacks as the cashier scanned each item. the hum of the old radio filling the silence while they waited to tear into the food. standing next to chris, he glanced down at you as his attention slowly trailed down to your nipples on display through your tube top, in which he couldn’t wait to tear into you. a smile crept on his face before finally looking up at you, your eyes already locked on him. “up here, perv” you mouthed quietly, motioning to your eyes.

piling out of the gas station, you tore at the wrapper of the bomb pop before taking the frozen popsicle between your lips. closing your eyes for a moment, the cherry flavor turned them an artificial shade of red. chris tucked his wallet into his back pocket, walking near you as he watched your lips cling onto the popsicle, imagining them plump and red around his dick in it’s place.

“damn relax” he groaned in your ear, adjusting himself in his shorts as he walked behind you “save all that for me later, yeah?” he teased, planting a warm kiss on your exposed shoulder before you could push him away, not wanting the rest of the group to catch wind of his very blatant behavior. you looked him in the eye before licking up the side of the red, white, and blue popsicle, sucking on the tip while letting a small laugh escape as it lingered on your lips. “well unless you’re cherry, lime, and raspberry flavored, i don’t think so.” you teased, taking a small bite.

“i can be whatever flavor you want” he chuckled, smacking your ass once again, sending your body forward as he caught up with the boys to load up in the back of the van. you rolled your eyes, pulling your shorts down once more before finding your seat in the front for the remainder of the trip.

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as matt finally pulled up on the long winding road to the cabin you all unloaded your bags from the van, chris insisting on carrying your things. walking up the steps of the wood home nestled amongst the towering trees, you all couldn’t help but explore the grounds as you’d rented this place on a whim. the cabin was alone between hundreds of wooded acres, accompanied by a swimming hole and a rope swing that you already knew the guys would abuse throughout the weekend.

“alright, i’m fucking beat so i’m gonna wash off and lay down for a little. we can just meet up later and decide what we’re gonna do.” matt explained to the group, before the rest of them nodded in agreement. nick and nate were already out the door and into the woods, walking the lake trail to map out the site as there was essentially no service. matt headed towards his chosen room to put his things down and grab a quick shower.

leaving you and chris in the cozy open living room area, he looked over your half exposed body before nodding in the direction up the stairs to your room. you laughed, walking past him, purposely wanting to take the stairs in front of him knowing the fabric of your bottoms would cover little to nothing on the way up. taking a step up the creaking stairs, you turned back to him standing in the same spot. “well let’s go then, tiger” you teased, hooking your finger to gesture him in your direction. he grinned and began to follow behind, instinctively looking up your shorts to take a peak of the folds where your ass met your thighs as you walked in front of him.

“those goddamn shorts kid” he continued before you could shake your head as a giggle rolled off your lips “oh will you shut up about the shorts already” you joked as you made your way down the hallway and into the single bedroom upstairs.

chris put your bags down on the rug, before shutting the door behind him. he had one bag around his shoulder still that carried their equipment, placing it on the quilted bed before sitting on the edge.

he reached inside of the bag, taking out an old digital camcorder they recently purchased. usually nick and matt dealt with the technical equipment but chris had managed to get his hands on it for ideas of his own that he had been sitting on since the car ride. tossing it aside with a grin, he decided to come back to it later.

meanwhile, you walked around the room, dusting your finger across the shelves of knick knacks and picture frames that adorned the walls. you had a window with a view of the never ending forest, which you knew would give you problems later on when it got dark. leaning forward to slide the window open, you placed your hands on the window sill and peeked out to take a breath of the pine filled air. slightly jutting your hips sporting ‘those little shorts’ back to taunt chris as he watched you from behind.

“what are you doing with all that ass” he laughed as you turned to face him with a look of surprise. “who, me?” you feigned innocence, wearing a smug smirk of satisfaction.

“yeah, you. come ‘ere” chris spoke with a low tone of command. walking in his direction, the wood floors creaked beneath your sandals. your eyes flickered down to chris’ shorts, as you realized that wasn’t the only wood in the cabin.

“these old things really seem to work you up, huh?” you teased and tugged at the waistband of your shorts, standing between his spread legs as his eyes made their way up to yours. although nothing seemed funny anymore as his blue hues darkened over, trailing his hands up the back your thighs and over your ass. chris slowly worked on unbuttoning your bottoms as your hand reached out to rest on his shoulder in approval. he tugged your shorts and panties down past your thighs in one go, the sound of your clothes hitting the floor filled the room as you stood in front of him. he leaned forward to place a kiss against your pelvis as his hands gripped the supple skin of your ass.

looking up at you, he planted another kiss against your body before slipping his hand beneath the hem of your top, one hand locked in his brown wavy hair, pulling at the strands between your fingers.

he pulled you closer to him as you instinctively straddled his lap before you could pull at the fabric of his shirt between your fist. getting the hint without uttering a word, he pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side, letting the silver chain around his neck hit his skin.

you traced your finger over his bare chest, fiddling with the chain between your digits as he silently scanned over your face. the intensity behind his eyes grew by the second as he watched you graze his skin.

you felt his dick pulse beneath your exposed core as you mildly grinded your hips over his clothed hard on. the folds of your pussy teasingly rubbed against the thin fabric of his shorts every now and then.

“you wanna be a good girl and show me how you wrapped your lips around that popsicle?” chris asked with his head slightly tilted back, his voice low and raspy as he took your chin in his hand to look him in the eye. you nodded in his hold while he glided the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip, pushing your lips open for you to wrap around his thumb.

“aht aht” he smugly shook his head as you looked up at him before he gently lowered you from his lap to your knees. resting your hands over your already bruised knees, patched with shades of purple and blue, you sat up straight and looked at chris seated before you on the edge of the bed. looking down at you, he palmed the boner growing beneath his shorts.

standing to his feet, chris tugged off his shorts and boxers at the same time. his fully erect dick slapping his lower stomach as he pulled the waistband of his boxers down.

now standing in front of you, he took the base of his cock in one hand and pumped at it a few times before you could take him in between your fingertips. adjusting yourself, you leaned back on the balls of your heels and sat up straight to reach his length, letting a trail of saliva coat his throbbing cock.

“fuck” he muttered under his breath at the wet feeling, watching you take him in both hands as he caressed your cheek in his palm with the pad of his thumb.

“hold up” he broke out, turning back to reach for the digital camera on the bed that he set aside earlier. opening the viewfinder, he slipped the camera strap over his four fingers before pointing the blinking camcorder down at you, looking sheepishly up at him.

“chris!” you shouted, immediately hiding your blushed face behind your hand.

“c’mon show me your face, baby” he groaned, as the mere tone of his voice didn’t take much convincing for you to oblige. you slowly showed your face, looking up at the camera through your lashes out of embarrassment. “there’s my pretty girl” he cooed with a grin at the site of your face on the viewfinder. swollen lips and all, against the tip of his cock.

“go ahead” he mumbled, continuing to look at you through the camera.

you nodded your head before bashfully licking his angry red tip, flattening your tongue against his sensitive slit. chris hissed between his teeth at the touch, looking up at him past the camera you slowly wrapped your lips around his cock, just like the bomb pop. you moved your head forward, your hand still at the base of his dick as you slowly began to bob your head back and forth up his length. chris groaned at the sight, his hand now holding the back of your head. despite the pressure, you pulled back to spit on his dick again, letting it trail down your lips

“fuck��just like that” he let a drawn out moan behind the camera.

“you look so hot” he praised as you continued to move up and down his veiny cock, your hand twisting at the base as the other rested against his thigh. “you’re a fuckin’ star” he moaned lowly, zooming in on your rosy features. your cheeks began to hollow out as you sucked harder, the warmth of your mouth wrapping around him with every stroke.

as you continued, he felt his stomach clench as he was inching closer to his climax before a voice abruptly pulled you both out of your home video.

“we’re gonna go swimming, let’s go!” nick shouted to anyone that was listening in the house, as chris rolled his eyes followed by a defeated groan.

you giggled at his expressions, letting a slight popping sound escape as his hard on slipped out of your mouth and slapped against his stomach.

“no baby keep going, really quick for me, please.” he whined, tilting his head back as he didn’t want to be left with the pain of blue balls.

“aw, we can finish this later” you teased, wiping the corner of your mouth before standing to your feet as you turned to grab a bikini out of your bag.

leaning over, your ass was still on full display as your pink folds peaked out between your ass cheeks. chris grumbled behind you, slapping your ass as he rubbed the red hand print on your skin out beneath his fingers.

“later you can show me how those lips wrap around my popsicle” he mumbled quietly to the camera, slowly zooming in on your picture perfect core.

“christopher!” you shouted, covering the lens with your hand as he chuckled behind you.

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after hours of swimming in the lake, you all had decided to finally get out and dry off by sunset.

matt and nate had already started a fire in the pit just off of the cabin porch as the rest of you grabbed snacks and drinks out of the cooler, attempting to dry up in the process.

sitting around the fire, you were cuddled next to nick on the benches surrounding the pit with a throw blanket wrapped around the both of your shoulders. chris sat on opposite side of you, wishing it was him instead of nick. the ember and haze of the fire rising between your eye levels as you two continued to steal glances throughout the evening.

for the rest of the night you all partook in traditional campfire activities. stargazing, s’mores, sharing passed down scary stories, and occasionally flinching at the sound of a twig snapping in the distance.

after a couple of hours, you decided to tug your boots on and call it a night. the boys stayed outside and passed a joint around, making them equally giggly as their laughter echoed through the still woods.

making it up to your room, you tugged the damp bikini off of your body and let the somehow still sopping wet material hit the floor. hanging the two piece over the headboard to dry, you wanted to wash off the smoky scent that lingered on your body. luckily, you called dibs on the master bedroom with a bathroom attached so you didn’t have to go too far.

after a much needed warm shower, you wrapped the white bath towel tightly around your body and wiped the condensation off the mirror to brush your hair out.

your attention on the brush in your hand was pulled away at the sound of a thump against your bedroom window. jesus, just what you needed after all those dumb scary stories. slowly peaking out of the bathroom, the noise had stopped altogether. you shook your head and brushed the sound off, continuing to comb through your soaking wet hair.

moments later it began again, tap…tap…tap against the window.

“what the fuck” you muttered to yourself as your heart began to beat faster in your chest. you tried to calm yourself down by the fact that you were on the second floor and there was no way someone could get up there without you hearing, no way.

tensely creeping towards the window, a small rock hit the glass causing you to flinch as your heart sank to your stomach. leaning your palms forward on the window sill, you saw chris looking up at you from the ground outside.

you rolled your eyes and let a sigh out, pulling up the window “you could just come inside, you know, instead of giving me a fucking heart attack.” you teased, sitting on the frame beneath the lace curtains blowing in the breeze as your pulse slowed to a normal pace.

“well, where’s the fun in that?” he whispered loudly so you could hear, a grin tugging at his lips.

“what do you want?” you asked, tossing your wet hair to one side.

“i’ll be up in a little, leave your door unlocked.” he cupped his hands around his mouth so you could hear him from the second floor.

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in the mean time you had slipped into your pajamas, a tiny white tank top and little red dolphin style shorts with white lining.

your hair still wet from the shower, you sat in front of the rustic vanity to begin braiding it before a quiet knock on the door pulled you away from the mirror.

chris slipped in through the door before shutting it quietly and locking it behind his back. he flipped the overhead light off, leaving you two in the shadows of the warm table lamp and the soft glow of the moonlight filtering in through the curtains.

“hey” he whispered, walking up behind you to press a kiss against your neck as you tilted your head to the side, looking at him through the mirror. his skin smelt of campfire smoke and weed.

“where’ve you been, playboy?” you laughed and reached a hand up into his messy hair, combing through his brown locks.

“i had to finish the j and find an excuse to come up here, i told them i’d be back in a little.” he muttered against your cool skin, his kisses making their way down the crook of your neck onto your exposed shoulders.

“speaking of playboys” he whispered, hooking his fingers around the straps of your tank top as you felt goosebumps at the touch. “lets film the happy ending, yeah?”

you let a quiet giggle out, as he tugged at the straps letting them roll of your shoulders. he left you with a kiss before walking back to the bed, sitting on the edge where he was earlier. you pushed your hair behind you and stood up, walking in his direction.

standing between his spread legs once again, he repeated his motions from the afternoon and slipped the pajamas you had off and onto the wood floor.

“naughty boy, been thinking about this all day?” you laughed while pressing a hand against his chest, gently pushing him back on the creaky bed. he pulled himself back up against the metal headboard as you crawled onto his lap, straddling his thighs between yours.

placing his hands on either sides of your thighs, he trailed a hand up your abdomen, taking your sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger. you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand at his touch “you’re always so pretty, y’know that?” he whispered, ignoring your question, looking up at you while his fingers lingered over your body.

you nodded at his statement, pushing your hair forward over your perky tits as your nipples poked out through the wet hair that clung to your skin.

you leaned into his chest, pressing your lips against his, as his hands trailed up over your ass, squeezing at your skin between his fingers. the kiss was heated and slow before gradually turning hungry, as your tongues began to fight against each other.

you tugged his shirt up beneath you before he could pull it off over his head, tossing it on the floor as your hand palmed over his cock straining beneath the swim trunks.

you continued to lock lips as your hand teased him over his clothes. grabbing your hips between his hands, he turned you over and pressed your back against the bed in one swift motion.

standing up on his knees between your spread legs, he looked down at you and your pink bundle of nerves, aching for his touch. twiddling with the gold necklace lying against your chest, you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as he leaned forward to push out saliva building in his mouth, trailing down your already wet folds. you winced at the feeling, slightly letting a quiet groan out as your head rolled back on the pillows.

he reached his hand forward to place on your pubic bone, as he rubbed his thumb out in circles over your sore clit.

your muscles twitched at the feeling, squeezing your eyes shut as you grabbed a handful of the sheets beneath you. chris looked up at you, your clit still under his thumb as a grin pulled at his lips “hm you like that, huh?” he groaned, palming his own pulsating dick while he watched you squirm beneath his touch.

chris quickly leaned over the side of the bed to grab the camcorder from the bag on the floor, opening the viewfinder once again. holding the camera in his hand, he pointed it up at your face currently flustered from the heat.

“time for your close up, movie star” he teased, leaning forward to gently slip two fingers into you as he pumped in and out slowly. curling his fingers upward, he watched as your back arched off the bed and zoomed out to get your whole body in the frame.

moving the camera down, he zoomed in on your pussy, letting a trail of saliva coat it again before rubbing his fingertips against you.

“tell me what you want” he groaned, looking up at you as you could barely speak from the anticipation building in your core.

“y-you, i want you chris” you groaned, now sitting up on your elbows to look up at him behind the camera.

“good girl” he cooed, the curve of his grin twisting father up his face. he shifted behind the camera, pulling his trunks down to reveal his throbbing dick, now the same veiny cherry red shade of the bomb pop.

taking it between his hand, he shifted the camera down to get his cock in the frame as he teasingly rubbed the tip against your soaking folds, both of your groans filling the silence. he continued for a moment, coating himself in your juices before lining himself up with your entrance. slowly pushing himself in, he watched his cock slide inside of you through the viewfinder, bottoming out as your walls wrapped perfectly around him.

“fuuuck” he groaned out, his eyes still on the camera as he used his free hand to push your thigh down farther on the bed. you quietly whimpered at the feeling as you adjusted to his size. the sound of your low moans, cicada hums, and ironically, the echoes of the train horn miles away breezing in through the window permeated the bedroom.

he looked down at you, while thrusting his hips slowly in rhythm. your skin sticking to eachother from the sweat as he zoomed out to get your entire body and his lower half in view.

“fuck, look at you.” he moaned, still pumping as you squeezed around his cock with every stroke. picking up his speed, he pressed his free hand between your lower hips over the slight bulge peeking through as he was in and out of your stomach, now drilling into you.

“you look so fucking perfect, taking my dick like that” chris moaned nearly out of breath, narrating your film with his low husky tone.

you reached above your head to wrap your fingers tightly around the metal headboard, squeezing until your knuckles nearly turned white. the mix of sweat and water had your baby hairs sticking to your skin as you took him. your face scrunching up, eyes closed, in euphoria at the feeling of him hammering into your cervix.

“look at me baby” chris growled as your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, the tightness in your stomach continued to build as he fucked you.

“fuck- chris, keep going” you whined, eyes welling up with tears as you looked at the camera through damp eyelashes.

“just like that pretty girl. i want to see your face when you cum all over me” he thrusted into you harder and faster, as your jaw fell open at the feeling, pornographic moans escaping as he slammed the back of your head into the headboard.

“harder baby” you whined, although you didn’t know how much harder than this it could get. you watched chris’ expression of concentration twist into a smirk “what do you say?” he groaned as the brown curls saturated in sweat began to stick to his forehead. “plea-” you gasped as he fucked the words out of your mouth before you could even finish, not needing to say much more as he evidently proved you wrong.

the tightened feeling in your stomach continued to build as he screwed you before you felt a long final strain rise in your abdomen. “oh my fucking god” you screamed out, your back now arched up off the quilt beneath you with a handful of sheets between your fingers. coating his cock in your white milky cum, you let out a whine as he pulled an orgasm from deep in your stomach, feeling your muscles flutter at the release.

although you had reached your climax, chris continued to thrust in and out, your arousal now lubricating his dick even more. his eyebrows furrowed with concentration, wrapping his hand tightly around your thigh to use as leverage.

“c-chris i can’t” you whined, gathering the strength to sit up on your elbows as you watched him pound in and out between your folds. your face scrunched up and lips parted, letting moans escape through your swollen lips. your stomach tensed at the feeling as your abs clenched, the position you were laying in causing him to hit the deepest part of you cervix, over and over.

“i’m almost there baby, c’mere” he moaned out, reaching up to grab your chin with his hand. he pulled your face towards his, smashing his hot lips against yours for a moment. “ where do you want me?” he groaned against your lips, leaning forward as he pressed his hand into the bed next to you to hold his weight “inside me, playboy” you moaned out, grabbing his face between your hands before reaching your fingers up to his hair to push the wet brown curls brushing over his eyes, out of the way.

he nodded his head, as he continued to thrust inside of you a few more times before his lips parted open against yours. “oh fuck” chris let out a low moan, his stomach and chest twitching as he released before he could stand to his knees once again. his thick, white, cum warming you inside as he filled you up.

he flowed through the motions a couple of more times before finally pulling out, sore at the sensation. he panted out of exhaustion, adjusting the camera between his hands as he shifted the focus down to your pink folds now leaking with his white seed. “jesus” he groaned low, zooming in on your pussy. “look at that” he admired the sight as you let a quiet giggle escape beneath heavy breaths.

he smiled, both of you equally out of breath as he shifted the camera up to your face now flushed a deep pink “there’s my girl” he whispered as you brushed the sweat and flyaways at the crown of your hair.

“come here” you murmured, sitting up to gently pull his chain towards your body. closing the viewfinder, he dropped the camera on the bed side table before falling on top of you. holding himself up with his hands on either sides of your body.

“you’re gonna delete that, right?” you giggled, looking up at him as a smirk played at his lips, shaking his head.

“oh absolutely not, i’d be fucking stupid to ever get rid of that.” he chuckled, leaning forward to press a warm kiss against your lips. “your name’s gonna be in lights after that performance.”

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: okay so this is my first story lmao, please let me know what you think! 🫣 my inbox is open & all interactions are so greatly appreciated. thank you! ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[littlest-w01f]

Best Medication

Rhysand x Reader

RHYSAND MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Rhysand is sick after accidentally scenting a mineral in one of the caves of the Illyrian mountains, he desperately needs Reader's help

CW: Sick Rhys, aphrodisiac, breeding kink, spanking, knoting, FxM, Smut 18+ MDNI

You didn't understand what was wrong with Rhysand, it had been almost half an hour that Azriel had come for you, begging you to check up on Rhysand, and since Madja was busy with another patient and couldn't come to him you packed your supplies.

"Ugh... I'm going to die aren't I?" Rhysand groaned as you set a cold wet cloth on his feverous forehead, slowly changing the cloth over his chest and stomach.

"No, you're not." You frown, dipping the cloth in cold water to cool it down before you keep it back on his chest, "Cassian and Azriel are with the priestesses, trying to find more about the mineral you accidentally scented, I can't see anything from my powers... They show nothing wrong with you."

As Rhysand lets out another groan, his body covered in sweat, you decide to try your magic on him again, the glow of your healing slipped into him as you held his wrist, eyes going bright, "I don't get it..." You frown, moving your hand away, returning to normal, "You're... Freakisly healthy."

You felt helpless as your High Lord shivered in bed, you moved to sit beside him, "We just have to wait for-"

"y/n~" You freeze when Rhysand purrs your name, that sound of his voice. "y/n..."

You turn to face him, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets at the scent of his arousal that fills the room, his violet eyes dark in lust. Rhysand gripped your skirts, eyes almost pleading, "I need you..." He breathed.

"Rhys," you stuttered, feeling your cheeks heat up under his intense gaze. "What... What do you mean?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the confusion swirling inside you.

"y/n," he murmured, his breath hitching slightly as he spoke your name. "I've wanted you for so long." His words were barely more than a whisper, but they carried an intensity that left no room for misinterpretation.

"Rhys, we shouldn't..." You breathe softly, knowing what he wanted, a part of you wanted it too, "You're sick"

"That may be true," He panted, a faint smile playing on his lips, a smile lopsided from his fatigue. "But I crave your touch like I've never craved anything before." His hand moved from your skirt to the small of your back, pulling you closer until there was not even an inch between you. His body was warm against yours, radiating an energy that seemed to reach out and grab onto every inch of you. "You're wrong if you think I'm helpless," he said softly, his voice dropping down to a near growl. "We can find a way around my illness."

His thumb brushes over your lips, silencing whatever protest was forming there. "And if it's the morality of it you're worried about, remember who you're talking to." He smirked, motioning to himself.

"If you're sure..." You sigh, almost shivering under his gaze, your own arousal flowing, you nod.

His smirk widened at your concession, his grip tightening on your waist as he pulled you flush against him. The sensation of your curves pressing into his tense form sent a shiver through his weakened body, reviving him in ways he hadn't thought possible.

"You're killing me here, my pretty medic," he groaned, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. As his tongue explored your mouth, one hand moved down to cup your ass, squeezing the curves firmly while his other hand reached up to caress your cheek gently.

The room spins for him as he flips you onto your back, his strength surprising considering his earlier weakness. Your heart pounds in your chest as he roughly rips at your medical attire, tearing away the fabric to expose your skin beneath.

With a wicked grin, he trails hot kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin until you arch off the bed, a low moan escaping your lips. His hand moves down your body, tracing over your curves until he reaches the hem of your lingerie, slipping his fingers underneath to tease at your slit. He chuckles against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. "So wet already," he murmurs, his fingers dipping lower to circle your clit.

"Please," you whimper, your hips bucking against his hand in sudden desperation. "Rhys, please..."

His fingers continue their torturous circling, teasing your clit until you're writhing beneath him, desperate for more. But he doesn't give it to you right away, instead choosing to prolong your torment, his other hand moving up to pinch one of your nipples, rolling the hard peak between his fingers.

"You want more, love?" he coos, his hand slipping further down to plunge three of his fingers inside your soaked cunt, his mouth capturing your free breasts.

His fingers slide deeper into your soaking cunt, his palm rubbing against your clit as he starts to pump in and out of you. You gasp at the intrusion, your back arching off the bed as pleasure courses through your veins. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmurs, his other hand pinching and twisting your nipple. "Take my fingers like a good girl."

Your heart was beating wildly, pressed under Rhysand, whimpering softly, with a guttural groan, he withdraws his fingers from your dripping cunt, only to replace them with his throbbing cock. The head teases your entrance for a moment before he thrusts in, burying himself to the hilt within your tight walls. "Ahh, fuck," he grunts, his body shuddering at the feel of you wrapped around him. "So fucking tight." He begins to move, withdrawing slowly before thrusting back in, setting a punishing pace that has you screaming his name mere moments later.

With a grunt of effort, he flips you onto all fours, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he positions himself behind you. He gives your ass a firm slap, sending a jolt of pain through your sensitive skin. "Mine," he growls, thrusting into you from behind, his cock pounding into your wetness. "Every fucking inch of you is mine." His hands roam freely over your body now, grabbing and squeezing your curves while he takes you hard and fast, his hips slapping against your ass with each thrust, landing another hand on your ass as he dove deeper into you, his body felt better with each thrust into you, his fever slipping away.

"Yours," you moan, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he holds you by your hair, shuddering from his spanks.

His grip tightens in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmurs, his teeth grazing against your skin. "Scream for me, y/n." His thrusts become harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. He can feel his climax building, the pressure coiling in his lower abdomen as he reaches down to rub at your swollen clit. "Come for me, y/n," he commanded, his voice full of his High Lord's power. "I want to feel you tighten around my cock."

The moment he commands it, you explode, mind blank, filled with an urge to follow his given order, your entire body convulsing as you scream his name. Your walls clamp down on his cock your entire body trembling as you scream out his name. "That's it," he groans, feeling your cunt flutter around his cock. "Such a good girl."

His thrusts become rougher, more primal as he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his balls slapping against your clit with each powerful thrust, the bed creaking loudly. He groans loudly, his body tensing as he feels his release approaching. "Fuck... I'm going to fill you up, y/n," he pants, his voice raw, wings flaring out, fluttering with his thrusts, making him go harder. "Going to breed your pretty cunt so fucking hard."

"Rhys..." You gasp, eyes slightly wide feeling his cock nudge at your cervix, the bed nearly being pulled off its hinges, his words sent a shiver down your back, you're slightly thankful you had decided to keep taking contraceptive tea even if you weren't looking for sleeping around, not wanting to take chances. You push your hips back against his, moaning softly.

You can feel his knot swelling at the base of his shaft, promising a much more thorough breeding than either of you had expected. "Wait... What's that-" you whine, eyes wide, feeling the stretch, eyes rolling back, for the moment not caring for reasoning.

"Ah, fuck... I'm close," he groans, his grip on your hips tightening, fings turning into claws, scratching at you. "Can't hold back anymore." And then he came, his hot seed spilling deep inside your womb. His roar of pleasure fills the room as he rides out his orgasm, his knot locking you two together as he paints your insides with his cum.

For what seems like hours, time blurring together in a haze of lust and pleasure you continue, losing count of the orgasms you both had. Lost in the pleasure, you let instinct guide you, you collapse onto the bed, panting heavily, Rhysand rutting like an animal into you until you're too exhausted to continue. your bodies glistening with sweat.

"Mmm..." Rhysand pulled out softly, making you whine from being stretched too much by his knots, "I feel so much better now," he smirked, watching you sprawled on his bed, covered in both your fluids.

You pass out by the time he brings a clean washcloth to wipe away the cum from your body, snapping his fingers to replace the ruined sheets under you with clean ones.

"Y/N IT'S AN APHRODISIAC HE'S GOING TO GET REALLY HORNY BUT THEN BE OK, WE JUST NEED TO-" Cassian bursts through the room, eyes going from you passed out in Rhysand's bed to him pulling his pants up.

"'Let him ride it out'?" He smirked slyly, finishing what Cassian was thinking, "Oh, don't worry, y/n already did."

{General Taglist- @nox-ceur @lilah-asteria @paleidiot}

[2-dsimp]

I remember hearing from bird owners on the internet never to pet a bird's wings and back due to it arousing the bird, so many bird owners say to just pet their heads.

So, if someone where to "accidentally" brush past a certain Harpy's wings and lower back, or to playfully mess with the feathers a bit, how would said harpy react?

Love to mess with others and want to rile up Lynx a bit heh

Cw: Fem! Reader, NSFW🔞 creampie, knotting, praise, Lynx being a horny birb, overestimation, cum inflation, breeding, exhibition, use of public toilet stall, possessive/obsessive tendencies. Slight degradation.

Synopsis: You decided it would be a good idea to figuratively and literally ruffle the harpy’s feathers and you ended up getting more of a reaction than you bargained for.

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"My muse~ you know how I can’t bear to resist you on a daily basis.”

The harpy scolded, his voice low and husky with desire. Using his clawed hands to cover your lips in order for your explicit sounds not to escape the bathroom stall y’all were currently boxed inside of.

“So Why would you do that when I was just about to be handed my Grammy?"

The singer could feel himself getting closer, his own pleasure building up inside of him as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. He struggled to hold on, gritting his teeth as he tried to savor the five minutes. That he so desperately asked for, just to momentarily hold off on accepting his trophy for having the best selling album.

Using the excuse that he needed to use the bathroom to get rid of his cold feet. When in reality the moment you ruffled his sensitive feathers. Lynx damned near almost snatched you up and fucked you on stage. But thinking about his managers pleas on not causing havoc. The birdman instead hustled you into the nearest bathroom stall.

“You must’ve done this on purpose. Did you really want me to give you my knot that badly baby?"

He panted, relishing in the harsh wet smacks of his balls against your plump ass. His long lashes fluttered shut as he humped you frantically knowing that time was running out. Twitching sporadically as his fleshy pointed cock. Kept spurting out copious amounts of clear precum which continually fattened you up.

"Fuck! You’re sucha bad girl, getting me all worked up. I can feel your juices splashing on my knot, such a dirty chicky you are~”

The Harpy no doubt felt his impending orgasm threatening to burst from his leaking dick. like a pressurized dam, his family jewels throbbing to unload his hot jizz inside of you. As he felt you squirting on his meaty rod that was hitting all your weak spots.

"Imma stuff you up with so much cum, that your gonna leave a snail trail wherever you go. That way people will know that you’re taken."

Lynx trilled melodically, his tail feathers swishing as his plumaged fluffed up from the sensation of your cunt clenched down on his length that was bullying its way against your womb.

“You’d like that right? My pretty mate? Of course you would!”

He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck biting and licking at the sweat dripping from your skin. Not even taking not of how you were crying fat tears of overstimulation from being stuffed to the brim with his growing knot lodged inside your clammy walls. His shaft still fucking itself into your weeping quim as he prepared to let go. Since it was almost time for him to get back stage and accept his reward ceremony.

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of you more later on, so for now just open up that cute womb of yours so I can flood it with my hatchlings yeah?”

With a bodily shudder racking through him he pressed his body flush against you. His wings hugging you within a protective cocoon. Whilst he released his hot harpy sperm deep inside of you, filling you up completely with his seed. He let out a breathy, guttural keen of exhilaration as he continued to ride his high inside of you, his knot still expanding in depth within your pussy as he proceeded to ground himself empty completely inside of you.

"Mmm, you feel s-so good, my muse… You think I can squeeze in one more load inside of your pretty pussy?"

Lynx drawled out , his voice scratchy and needy as he slowed down his movements. The Harpy stayed inside of you, his cock still twitching as he enjoyed the feeling of being buried deep inside of you. From hearing your small moans in response his penis already returned to half mast eager to fuck another batch of his baby batter inside you.

[kimis-gloves]

sour - charles leclerc

word count : 780 - oneshot

hehe a lil charlie smut>:)

warnings: morning sex, dirty talk, petnames, if you squint very hard then angst?? but not rlly, softdom!charles, slight degrading, post/pre shower sex.

as early in the morning as it was, you hear Charles turning on the shower, humming whatever song he has stuck in his head from the never ending party you two went to last night. through your raging headache, you miss the warmth of your boyfriend so you stumble your way into the connecting bathroom, still in his hoodie that you managed to change into at 4:30 in the morning. Charles, already in the shower, washing off the sticky champagne & sweat. Coming p2 in Australia was something to be proud of, but he didnt feel proud. he hoped to do better next time as he hears y/n stumble her way into the bathroom, quickly going for a pee before speaking to charles through the glass doors.

“Good morning charles, ill start us some coffee”

“Thank you my love”

as you head out to make charles his favourite way of coffee, he finishes his shower and steps out to dry himself off and thats when you walk back in, coffees in hand. he looks absolutely amazing like this. hes stood infront of the large window, in nothing but a towel. the water beading off of him and dripping out of his hair. you set down the coffees and make your way towards the drool worthy man thats infront of you. you wrap your arms around his shoulders as you leave soft and wet kisses along his jawline. already being in somewhat of a sour mood, charles doesn’t appreciate your teasing and takes things into his own hands as he quickly grabs you by your hips and bends you over the counter top, almost knocking off the now close to cold coffees.

“Char-“

“A-Ah, no talking cherie, just let me take care of you right now~”

and with that you did. quickly shutting up for him as you let the man take however much control he desired from you. you thank him for any type of touch that he gives you. he goes to quickly pull down your panties, when he realizes you dont even have any on.

“What a dirty girl you are cherie.. no panties and already dripping out of your cunt like this? My my, im not sure what i should do with such a whore like you.”

he aggressively puts a hold into your hair and pulls you up to be face close to charles, breathing rapidly as he whispers,

“dont move, dont make a sound or else you will regret it. listen as i say and you wont have to suffer, am i clear darling?”

“Yes c-Charles” you say with a whine

“Hm, i dont think i was” he mutters, slowly sliding his tip along your slick-coated pussy. you whine again when he quickly smacks the side of your thigh “No noise, slut” he growls before shoving his 2 fingers into your mouth, allowing you to lick and spit on them. pulling them out and away from your mouth he instead inserts them both into your cunt.

fighting back moans, you clench your walls around charles’ fingers, letting him know how much you want to be filled his his cock.

“mon amour you feel so good, i cant wait to fill you with my cum.” he grumbled into your ear as he finally inserts his cock into your aching cunt, he bottoms out with a low hum into your ear. he slowly grinds into your pussy, drawing out lewd sounds from both of you. both you and Charles have given up on trying to keep you quiet as he just gets completely lost into your body. he sets a firm & steady pace, nearly knocking you out as he suddenly slams into you, the noise that leaves both your and his mouth is something that belongs in a porno. he wraps around your torso, one hand grabbing and pinching onto your nipple and the other reaching down to your throbbing clit. the sudden sensation is enough to set you over and soon enough you find yourself cumming all over his cock and fingers, him quickly following after as the tight & wet feeling on his cock is just too good not to cum from.

slowly pulling out of you, he’s planting kisses all over your body. turning the shower back on as he guides you in, making sure the water is the perfect temperature and that you aren’t going to topple over.

“my love, i should probably go remake these coffees” Charles laughs, placing a kiss onto your temple. as you watch Charles put his clothes on and leave the bathroom, coffees in hand, you couldn’t be more thankful to have such a perfect boyfriend like him.

a/n: i hope u enjoyed❤️ this was just something small. likes & reblogs always appreciated ❤️❤️

[buuniebaby]

KISSES W HAMZAH ; PT1 ! 🎀

includes: nsfw, dry humping, kinda short sawwryyy, my attempt at faking being canadian

i want 2 make a series where it’s little imagines of him kissing u in different places so here’s that meow

“you ready to go?”

hamzah stands in front of you, keys jangling in his hand, the ring of his keychain looped around his index finger. he’s leaned himself against the doorframe, a baggy sweatshirt paired with some well worn-out jeans. he looks comfortable. it’s sexy.

his eyes follow you as you get up from your your bed, which you were temporarily laying on while you waited for him to finish putting his shoes on. after enough complaining he convinced you to go out and suggested going on a drive and listening to music together - just the two of you; something you simply can’t refuse.

hamzah catches you by the waist as you’re walking out the door, turning you around and kissing you deep before you two leave. car keys still in hand, he massages the skin around your hips. you can feel the sensation of the cold metal against your body.

he smiles to himself as he pulls away. “Hi.” is all he has to say.

“Hi,” you grin in response. “I’m driving, by the way.” his arms falter from your hips at that, repositioning them on his own.

“my car?” he asks, with a raised eyebrow.

“duh,” you yell, already walking to the garage. he grins to himself at your humor as he catches up to you. that boy is head over heels.

he drives you to tim hortons without saying. it’s a little too late for coffee, so you get yourself a frozen lemonade while he orders a hot chocolate because he’s a child. you guys get chicken strips to share too - again - a child. his hand curls up to your thigh and gently rubs at you while you speak into the drive thru microphone, garnering a look from you between ordering.

you like it when he touches you like this. it’s casual, unnoticeable, a signal between only you two. it drives you crazy; dishevels you when he does it in public.

by the time you pull up in the car parking lot the sun is already going down, and hamzah won’t leave you alone. it’s subtle, but you can’t help but notice he keeps touching you every time he leans over to grab more. whether it’s your thigh, sometimes your shoulder, or even sometimes glances of his finger over your crotch, you know it’s on purpose.

but he’s still acting like nothing is going on.

he picks up the trash and gets out of his car to discard it. he casually slides back into the drivers seat and plugs his phone into the aux. he turns on the car as he sets his hand on your thigh, and you decide you can’t take this anymore.

“touch me.” is all you have to say, accompanied with a stern look and suddenly the car is off. hamzah reaches back to put down he arm rests and then immediately puts his hands back on you. he’s strong enough to pick you up and manhandle you into the backseat, eliciting a laugh of excitement from you.

“the windows are tinted.” he mutters. you look up at him, horny and confused. “huh?”

“the windows. they’re tinted - nobody can see. us. y’know.” he speaks up as he awkwardly clarifies. it turns you on.

you’re too horny to think about being caught right now, so you just pull him into a kiss. he puts a firm hand on the back of your neck. his other hand is down on your ass, gripping the flesh and rocking your hips against him. you’ve felt his hard-on grow against you, bodies pressed against each other.

he kisses you deep, like the one from before but with more love behind it. his hands massage the back of your neck, still with a firm grip on it. you like the compression.

you sit up on top of his lap and continue to grind on him, his hand still not leaving your ass. you lift a hand to fix your hair, sticking to your head - canadian summer sucks. you know you probably look like a mess right now, mouth wet from hamzah’s sloppy kissing and sweat coating your forehead. kind of hot, but also gross.

your hips speed against his, and his hand placement moves from your ass to your side. he softly begins to pick you up by the hip, slamming you down on his crotch at the same pace you grinded at. the hard friction feels so fucking good against you, and the twitches in his pants you can feel confirms that he feels the same way.

you two continue to dry hump until you can feel a wetness between you. even as he lifts you off of his crotch, the sensation of your pussy pulsing is still there. he stares at your fucked out body as if it’s a work of art.

“fuck. kiss me.” is all you hear before you’re slammed down into hamzahs lips, tongue colliding with yours.

[xoxochb]

been cold ‘round these parts recently n missing my hot tub hours ☹️

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surrounding you, the hot tub water bubbles rapidly. matching up perfectly with your current breathing rate as percy sucks over the wet skin of his neck, his fingers looping around the waistband of your bikini bottoms. he already had your top off so whatever was taking him so long to finish the rest was beyond you. additionally— he’s acting as if the heat of the water wasn’t enough to keep you warm through the already scalding hot summer climate, making the cessation decision to warm up your insides too. you’re sure by now you’re going to overheat, your skin is flushed, hair sticking to your face and over your shoulders from both the water and your sweat. you’re going to die like this, aren’t you?

“perce, I—” where were the words? how could you force yourself to tear him away from you when he’s at last tugging down your bottoms? when you were this close from getting what you’d waited minutes for? at this point, fuck hyperthermia, can he shove his fingers inside you already and stop teasing? as if on queue, or like he became a mind reader suddenly, he slips your bikini bottoms down your legs and throws them somewhere outside the hot tub (you’d scold him for that later), sending a pool of water through your core. percy’s teasing only continues from here, slowly, very slowly, at that, trailing a finger from your knee, over the inside of your thigh, when reaching the middle between them, gently rubbing lazy circles over your clit. fucking asshole.

if this wasn’t enough, he captures your reddened lips into an open-mouthed kiss, slipping his tongue in easily. he allows you to settle with this sensation as his fingers continue to teasingly work over you at a dreadful pace. you’re not sure if it’s the overheating or if it’s the awful feeling of waiting, but your eyes begin brimming with microscopic tears. you tug at percy’s raven hair in hopes this’ll tell him to hurry his ass up but he doesn’t seem to even acknowledge it in any way. you take measures into your own hands and forcefully disconnect your lips from his.

“percy, please,” you whine.

“your wish is my command,” he laughs, before abruptly plugging his fingers into you without warning, causing a guttural moan to escape your mouth— and thank the gods there was nobody in the near vicinity or you’d never hear the end of it from anyone.

his pace starts off slow similar to before, adjusting you to one finger for now. you dig your nails into his bare shoulder as you try to keep yourself steady for him, and at the same time he returns himself to your neck. involuntarily, you gasp out his name an embarrassing amount of times, pleading him to quicken the speed of his fingers or at least add a second or do something! as he hears your commands, he inserts his middle finger and curls the both into you. you can’t breathe, not at all. not with the heat from both inside and outside your body.

is this safe? you’re going to suppose: not in the least bit. but in this case: pleasure over comfort all the way.

[demonsword586]

Leviathan Attacker part 4

( apoligise this took so long,especially for a short chapter. I had to take a few days of rest for my mental health. Also,yes it starts with the first pic. Don't question why it's so strangely writen. I think it was meant to go by exaclly where we left off)

Especially if you were both in the midst of an intense time where both of you were on fire and sweating from the heat,not the cold.

So you tightened your lower stomach as if to tell him about the situation.

Leviathan: !!!

Leviathan's reaction was as violent as when he had thrust into you without a warning.

His eyes widened and he flinched as if was startled.

At that moment,a momentary gap opened between your hole and his cock and the newly accumulated cum inside it spurted out loudly.

You wanted to enjoy his reaction,but your head felt like it was going white as well,thanks to Leviathan's cock which tightened as you tightened your grip inside your lower stomach and glued him to the inner wall.

Leviathan: It's narrow...and warm...

Leviathan smiled brightly in satisfaction and the tears pooling inside his eyes,rolled right off and soaked his cheeks.

A handsome man,more beautifully crafted than a delicate chandelier of jewels,smiling and crying at the same time.

It turned you on without realizing and you tightened yourself below again.

Then Leviathan's cock spasmed inside you,and you felt his tip kiss your innermost wall.

In the very next moment,you coudn't stop a stabbing sensation similar to a contraction surging through you.

Squirt!

Hot stream of water sprayed between your legs.

MC: (Ugh!...what?...I just peed something?!...This is embarrassing!!)

It had even splatered on Leviathan's lower stomach as well.

Mc: Ha!..Ha!...Ha!...

It was pleasure enought to make your bottom buck up and down.

While you were experiencing that level of pleasure,Leviathan had a look of amazement like he had found what he was looking for in your tightened insides.

After a few moments of getting the hang of it,you tightened your grip on the inside of your lower stomach once again.

Then,Leviathan's back buckled again.

Leviathan: Don't hold back.

The chains on his horns clanked,clanked as his body jerked with each thrust.

The sound turned you on even more and you grunted,straining your inner muscles even harder.

Leviathan: I told you. Not. To hold back.

And then,as you felt Leviathan's cock engage your inner flesh without a gap, a shudder of utter pleasure raced through your body once more.

You didn't hold back the strange sensations you felt beneath you,but strained instead.

Squirt-! Squirt-!!

MC: Ahh....Ahhh!!!

With a tremendous surge of pleasure,the water gushed like a fountain between your legs,this time splashing and dripping onto Leviathan's upper chest and chin.

At the same time,his horns dripped with a milky liquid that had been flowing for who knew how long.

It was now difficult to find a place where you and his entire body were dry.

When you squezzed inwardly, Leviathan reacted loudly and penetrated you in the deepest places,then you squezzed inwardly again and Leviathan...

At first it was something you did to reassure Leviathan,but at some point it changed the order and he swept you away.

Excited that the water coming from you was wetting such a beautiful being as Leviathan,you spewed it out with the intention to empty your stomach.

MC: Urgh,ugh..ugh!!

You left out a stifled, strangled moan and for a moment you even felt like your life was being threatened.

It felt so good that you thought your body would melt and your mind would be blown.

At the same time, you were so out of breath from ejaculating so much that you didn't have the strenght to lift a single finger.

MC: (I don't even have the energy to speak...)

It felt like all your strenght and spirit had been sucked out of you,leaving you a shell.

But Leviathan was still moving and the pleasure did not stop.

You thought you would pass out at this point,so you decided to find a way to calm Leviathan down a little.

Then as your fingertips groped the sheets,unable to resist the pleasure of Leviathan's unrelenting thrusts,something caught your grasp.

It was a luxurious curtain ribbon made of silk.

Feeling Leviathan move faster and faster,you managed to reach out and wrap it around his neck.

And strangled him with it.

[bigwishes]

I would love to be forced to carry some heavy weight. You know. Like some really heavy shit. Be forced to have some real pressure on me. I’m willing to be cursed for anything. Do what you will. I’m yours. 😈

Ya wanna be strong? carry some heavy weight? some extremely heavy weight? be forced under some extreme pressure? well I think I have the perfect situation for you my friend just be warned there is no going back from this one.

I think I should introduce you to my friend Max, he's your average jock, likes to run, lift, play sports, but he has a little bit of a dark streak. Ya see Max asked me a few days ago to permanently be the boss of a guy, to control his every move, to make him his, for it to be impossible for him to be disobeyed and I think I might give you to him. But not in the way You think.

You wake up only your view is different, its like an out of body experience, like you are astral projecting only you can't move around and you seem to be stuck at the bottom of a bed staring up at the ceiling. Suddenly you are lifted up and moved. The feeling of warm scratchy carpet touches the bottom of you and you feel warm and tingly. You hear a man's voice groan and yawn and suddenly three fingers are down scratching the side of you.

You still can't figure out what's going on and it seems neither can your new owner. You feel weight suddenly press down on you as half of you is lifted up and then pressed back into the ground against the scratchy carpet. Each step is strange, you feel your skin glisten with sweat and you feel whatever you are carrying get ever so slightly heavier. You hear the muttering of a young man checking off his morning to do list and out of curiosity you look up to see not much more than an ankle and the realisation hits. You've been turned into a pair of feet for a young athlete. You can't move on your own and you are forced to follow his command and he walks and moves completely in control, but you feel something strange with each step something he doesn't notice.

After a few hours of him getting ready the scratchy sensation of the carpet changes to cold pressed tile as you were now in his bathroom.

"Fuck why are my feet so sweaty" you hear the man say as he goes to pull on a pair of socks over the top of you.

The course fabric pulled over you cuts off your vision, all you have is feeling now, it feels course and rough but, slowly it becomes wet and slimy as the sweat coming off of you seeps into the fabric and clings to you. You feel yourself tightly squeezed into runners and hear a comment about the shoes being too small. It wasn't long before the sweat you were produced completely tainted the shoes too.

You heard a door close and a sudden bouncing as Max started out his morning job. You felt the weight of his entire body press down on you over and over, but that strange feeling continued, he felt heavier and heavier the more you moved. About half an hour later you could hear Max desperately gasping for air and some worried muttering about what was happening to him. The Jogging turned into casual walking but it wasn't long before you heard a loud rip and the sense of pressure release as you had busted out of the front of his shoes.

"ah fuck" Max said picking up the pace of his walking. A loud welt slapping sound rang out from his every move as the slimy wet shoes slapped against the pavement, a few minutes later and another loud rip, you could see out of a small hole now as his big toe had burst through the front of Max's sock.

You could hear him desperately try and pick up the pace, taking as wide as steps as possible, almost like he was doing the splits with each step on his way home. The weight pressing down on you was almost unbearable, if you weren't specifically built for this purpose you would have been crushed by now but you still ached as you moved the weight with each step.

You heard the jingling of keys and a door open, lifted up on a step and placed straight on the itchy carpet once more, by now the shoes and socks were nothing but ripped pieces of fabric left behind on the street. You felt as the carpet sucked some of the sweat off of you and you could see the cream colour turn a sour yellow as it drank up the sweat. Slowly Max moved his body and you made a loud echoing thud each time you connected with the floor, the weight increasing and getting worse. By now Max was almost swaying side to side with each step and you could hear him out of breath simply walking from the front door to his bedroom.

Max slowly wobbled in front of the mirror and you could finally see the weight you had been carrying around all day.

A giant beast, thick with muscle and covered in hair. He dripped with sweat and the fog of B.O was almost visible and stench radiated off his body. Max sat how on his bed lifting the weight off you and giving you a small break but sweat till poured off you like a waterfall, the sweatiest place on his body.

Max sniffed under his pits and his face turned sour as he turned his head away from the awful smell. You felt yourself lifted up off the ground as Max lifted one of his feet up to rest on his knee. You watched as he learnt forward towards you and he took a sniff, he gagged at the ungodly stench produced by you and stood up. Once again you felt the crushing pressure of this giant pressing down on you. You heard the floorboards under the carpet rumble with every step as he made his way to the bathroom, you heard the loud wet slap as he took steps on the tiling. You ran you under nice warm water which was soothing but you could still feel the sweat pumping out of you. Max tried you off with a nice fluffy towel but you were already wet before you could even reach the ground again, a loud wet slap rang out as you collided with the tile and a few moments later you were half submerged in a pool of salty sweat as a puddle had formed under you.

Max sighed walking out of the bathroom not sure what to do, and with each step you felt the weight on top of you increase slightly more and more.

It seems you both got what you wanted, Max wanted to be the boss of a guy forever and now he has you, unable to deny what he commands you to do, nothing more than an extension of his body.

You wanted to carry a weight and feel the pressure, well every step Max takes will make your wish come more true as each step will cause him to gain 1/4 pound of muscle, constantly getting bigger and bigger to pin you underneath more and more weight. You'll get bigger too, currently size 17 but the bigger he gets the more support he'll need so expect to grow longer and wider as your days as his disgustingly rank feet continue.

I hope you are both very happy together.

[bubbleebubz]

I can't handle change pt 1.5

SORTA SMUTT!!! FEM MASTERBATION SLIGHTLY, READER IS A VIRGIN AND HAS NO EXPIERIENCE!!

I'm awoken to a cold sensation between my legs, a cold water bottle slide off the blanket and between my thighs, its condensation giving me chills, making my nipples harden from the cold abrupt feeling, and a thing of strawberry yogurt. I look around, finding Spencer still next to me, where he was when I fell asleep, but now he too was in a light slumber, his head resting on the window next to him. I smile and see the damp sticky note on the yogurt. "Eat this, we don't need your lack of energy to ruin the case", it read. I roll my eyes. I stare at the strawberry yogurt in front of me for a minute, pushing my lack of appetite and craving for coffee aside and gobble the yogurt down and chug the water. "Good girl" I feel a breath in my ear causing me to jump, I whip my head over to look at him, just to see him with a shit eating grin but still 'sleeping'. I groan in irritation after feeling another weird sensation between my legs, clenching them together to relive the unknown tension.

"Spencer I know your awake, it wasn't a ghost." I whisper, looking around to see if anyone was still awake. But nope, they were all out like a light.

"We will be landing in 15 minutes" Spencer whispers again but this time does not attempt to fake sleep. I slap him out of fear. "Stop doing that" I whisper yell at him. He puts his hands up "it's not MY fault your so jumpy" He exclaims with a grin.

We get off the jet, in the middle of no where Texas.

"Ok team, because this town is so old and small, there is only one motel, meaning we will need to share rooms. So, Emily and JJ, Morgan and Garcia, Me and Rossi, leaving Y/N and Reid. " Hotch says, looking down at the notes he has taken. "What, Hotch you can't make me bunk with her" Spencer says, annoyance clear in his voice. "Yes I can, Reid, this is the pairing its always been, but Y/N is new, so you cant be in your own room any longer." Hotch says, brows furrowed. Spencer scoffs in annoyance grabbing the room key, before walking off and past me. "I get the bed closest to the door" He mumbles before I follow behind him. "Okie dokie, but I get the shower first" I say, not all to happy on the situation either.

We get to the room that thankfully has 2 beds, I set my go-bag down on the chair before grabbing my pajama's and bathroom products and entering the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

"Locks broken, just my luck" I mumble before undressing and turning the shower on and turning the temperature up to the hottest setting due to the old pipes and the slow heating.

I wait impatiently for the water to heat up before getting in, letting the steaming water cascade down my body. A shudder leaves my body making me let out a sigh. My thoughts start racing to earlier. The strange sensation between my thighs returning. "Good girl" My brain plays in memory. I slip a hand between my thighs, exploring my parts. A moan leaving my lips at the new sensation. I rip my hand away in fear before finishing my shower in a rush and running out of the bathroom in my pajamas. "Hey, you ok? You were making some strange noises in there" Spencer asks, now in a pair of grey sweats and a black t shirt, he was laying on his bed reading a book. An un-noticeable bulge in his pants, but it was noticeable to her, everything was noticeable to her right now. Her eyes were glued as he stared at her, waiting an answer. He smirks, confused by how on edge she was.

"Y/N" He says, catching her attention. "yeah? hmm?" She asks, gazing back up to his eyes. "Are you okay? You were making noises in the shower" he says, still smirking.

"Oh yeah no, I mean ya, I'm good, just some new things, I don't know, s'all" She says, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

He just nods, letting her off the hook.

She lays down on her bed. "I'm going to bed now, goodnight Spencer" She says quickly.

She falls asleep, the wetness between her legs still evident.

[kingofbodyrolls]

39,5°C (Fever) (m) | pjm

When you get sick you want three things; rest all day, eat your comfort food and have as many orgasms as you can.

→ Pairing: Jimin x reader (female, “Y/N”) → Genre/AU: Established relationship, non idol!au, pwp, smut, fluff if you squint → Rating: mature/explicit/R18 This is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact. → Word count: 6,2k → Warnings/tags: Explicit smut in the form of, masturbation (female), fingering, nipple sucking/play, unprotected penetration (they are in an established relationship, but please use protection irl), some cock warming, a lot of orgasms, fucking while sick, OC is so fucking needy and desperate and Jimin just wants to please her. → Author's note: Thank you to everybody who follows, either for my own fics or my recs - it's much appreciated and means so much to me 🥹 So, for my 100th follower milestone, I give you this; I hope you like it 💜

Main masterlist. Cross-posted to Ao3.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues as you slowly roused from sleep. 

Blinking away the remnants of dreams, you stretched languidly, only to realize that the warmth next to you, Jimin, was absent. 

Confusion furrowed your brow, a dull ache throbbing at your temples. It was as if your mind was wading through a fog, struggling to piece together the events leading up to this moment.

A damp sensation beneath you snapped your senses awake. 

Panic fluttered in your chest as you registered the wetness on the bed. 

Your skin prickled with discomfort, a blend of clammy sweat and shivers that chased each other up and down your spine. Hot and cold sensations mingled, creating a disorienting dance across your flesh. Your body trembled and you felt a surge of arousal run to your core, a telltale sign of a fever. 

A hand to your forehead confirmed your suspicions - heat radiated from your skin, the feverish touch undeniable. The realization sent a sinking feeling through you, an unwelcome interruption to your routine. 

You contemplated checking your temperature, not just to provide a concrete reason for your absence from work, but also to validate the intensity of what you were experiencing.

With a resigned sigh, you fumbled for the thermometer, its cool surface a stark contrast to your fevered skin. 

As you watched the numbers climb, anxiety held its breath alongside you. 39,5 degrees Celsius glared back, a glaring testament to your body’s turmoil. ‘Yikes’ barely covers the magnitude of this fever, the word echoing like an alarm in your mind.

Reluctantly, you reached for your phone, fingers dancing over the screen to dial your workplace. 

Explaining your condition to your boss felt like admitting defeat, you were rarely sick, a palpable sensation of vulnerability washing over you. The conversation passed in a blur, your voice sounding distant even in your own ears as you negotiated the details of your sick leave.

Once the call ended, you were left with the weight of the day ahead - or rather, the weight of what wouldn’t be. You really love your damn office job. Resignation settled in as you acknowledged that rest was your sole agenda. 

This was no mere inconvenience; it was a mandate from your own body, an uncompromising insistence on self-care.

Your thoughts drift through a dense fog, each one a weighty presence that seems to slow time itself. 

Amidst this mental haze, a singular desire emerges, commanding your attention like a beacon in the darkness; to get off.

When you get sick, you’re out of commission, but Jimin possesses remarkable resilience, bouncing back from ailments with an almost enviable speed. He might slow his pace a tad, yet he’s soon up and running again, his vigor only temporarily dimmed. 

However, your own journey through illness is an entirely different narrative. When illness casts its shadow upon you, it’s as if the world grinds to a halt - a relentless fog that blankets your thoughts and body. 

You only want three things really; rest all day, eat your comfort food and have as many orgasms as you can.

It’s a craving that rises like a tempest, demanding to be acknowledged. 

The desire for intimacy, for the warmth and connection that only your boyfriend can provide, becomes a beacon in the haze of your illness. It’s a need that fluctuates in intensity, an ebb and flow that mirrors the unpredictable nature of your symptoms. 

In a daze, you squeeze your thighs together while dirty fantasies run through your mind.

Determinedly, you set your sights on the first craving: a day of uninterrupted rest. 

As the world outside continues its bustling rhythm, you cocoon yourself in a cocoon of blankets, the soft embrace of your bed a sanctuary from the demands of the day. A season of your cherished TV show flickers on the screen before you, its familiar characters and storylines a comforting companion in this isolated respite. 

Yet, even the most captivating narrative can’t entirely distract from the persistent itch of restlessness. As episodes blur into one another, you find your mind wandering, the confinement of your surroundings reflecting the confines of your own body. 

The hours stretch, each minute an elastic band tugging at your patience.

The promise of comfort food beckons like a siren’s call, and soon, the aromatic allure of pizza fills the room. 

You indulge in its cheesy embrace, the combination of flavors a temporary reprieve from both your physical discomfort and the monotony of your confinement. The first bite is a symphony of sensations - crisp crust giving way to a burst of savory satisfaction, a moment of bliss that lingers on your taste buds. But even indulgence has its limits. 

As the pizza slices dwindle and the ice cream follows suit, the novelty wanes, leaving behind a subtle undertone of longing. You try navigating the vast expanse of social media, but it yields little in the way of fulfillment, each swipe a fleeting encounter with curated lives that only serve to amplify the quiet void within.

Your energy reserves are far too depleted to muster the focus required for anything more substantial.

In time, you discover yourself reclined upon the bed’s embrace, solitary in Jimin’s absence, your eyes are gently shut, a willing surrender to the world’s demands, while the low sensual R&B beats of your beloved ‘dirty hoe’ Spotify playlist weave a cocoon around your senses, cradling you in a symphony of horny melodies on an endless loop. 

You rub your thighs together and get lost in the bliss of the feeling. You’ve got nothing to do. Might as well do yourself.

Your fingers glaze the top of your panties, digging deeper until you reach the spot just over your clit. 

Rubbing circles on your clothed clit, you spread your legs and throw your head back into the bed, already feeling the beginning of an arousal. You can’t help the sweet noises that escape your mouth, as you roll your hips in search of more friction. 

You press harder on your clit, imagining it’s Jimin’s hands instead of yours, knowing that he would be able to make you climax in a matter of minutes. 

Pinching your clit, you let out a high pitched moan as you feel the knot in your stomach forming. 

Images of Jimin flash before your eyes, him kissing you deliciously, fucking you like it was the last time.

Beads of sweat gather along the precipice of your hairline, a glistening testament to the fevered symphony playing out within. 

Each breath you draw is a ragged melody, a reminder of the battle your body wages against the searing heat that courses through you. You set a fast pace, rubbing mindlessly, as you pant for air. 

Almost there, you can feel it coming. 

In frustration, you pinch your clit again and come undone with a scream of Jimin’s name. 

Your body thrashes around the bed, as you come down from your climax. 

Your thoughts wade through a dizzying haze, an intricate labyrinth where clarity is but a fleeting visitor. Meanwhile, your body becomes a canvas of discomfort, a sticky and clammy landscape painted by the relentless brushstrokes of sweat. 

You register an uncomfortable wetness between your legs, and discard your soaked panties to the floor.

Your body remains a furnace, its warmth radiating through every fiber as you continue to draw breath in ragged gasps. Seeking relief, you shift onto your stomach, a desperate attempt to find a position that might offer some respite. 

Your hand gropes beneath the pillow, finding the cool touch of your phone. Fingers trembling slightly, you navigate to Instagram in pursuit of distraction, a temporary escape from the confines of your condition.

Yet, the respite is fleeting, evaporating like mist in the face of a relentless sun. Your desires surge once more, a hunger that refuses to be quelled. The allure of the digital world fades in comparison to the voracious craving that commands your attention, rendering your attempts at diversion feeble and futile.

You surrender to the tempest within, rolling onto your back as your hands traverse the landscape of your fevered body, fingers tracing the contours of your clammy skin. 

They land on your already pebbled nipples, and you give them a hard tug, moaning and rolling your hips mindlessly. 

Jimin's cotton shirt adheres to your skin like a second layer, a tactile reminder of the stickiness that has become an unwelcome companion. 

With a sudden resolve, you sit up, a surge of urgency propelling you as you shed the shirt in a swift motion, the fabric slipping away like the bonds of discomfort being cast aside.

In a matter of seconds, your hands return to your breast, cupping them like Jimin usually does. 

Your fingers run over your nipples again, and you feel a tingle run down your spine. As you tug and pinch your nipples, you imagine it’s Jimin doing it. 

The way he would lick your perked buds, occasionally giving them a light bite has your walls clenching around nothing. 

You moan, thinking about the pleasure Jimin usually delivers to you with his plush and wet tongue. 

One of your hands leaves your breast to travel down to your throbbing naked pussy. 

Spreading your legs, you find your clit and give it a few rubs. 

Your fingers glide easily, as your clit is covered in your earlier orgasm. Your fingers travel down to your folds, opening yourself up more. 

Sticking one of your fingers into your warm cunt is easy with the insane amount of arousal pooled there. 

You groan in pleasure, as you stick another finger into your clenching hole. 

Rolling your hips, you begin to fuck yourself as your other hand is pinching and tugging a nipple. 

Once more, a hazy fog blankets your thoughts, veiling your mental landscape in a disorienting mist. 

In this moment, your deepest wish unfurls - a longing for Jimin’s presence, his soothing touch, the steady rhythm of his breath and the unfaltering warmth of his embrace to tether you amidst the turbulence of your body’s rebellion. 

The feeble attempt you make to alleviate your distress pales in comparison to the soothing magic that Jimin's touch possesses. It's a stark reminder of the chasm between your efforts and his unparalleled comfort. 

Nonetheless, in this interim of absence, your makeshift remedy will have to suffice, bridging the gap between your yearning for relief and the eventual embrace of his return.

You think about Jimin fucking you with his thick cock, stretching your pussy deliciously. 

Hitting your g-spot, and thrusting into you with fervor, while his balls hit your folds. The imagination, a force as potent as it is relentless, takes hold of you with unyielding fervor, reducing the barriers between reality and desire to mere dust. 

In its wake, you sense the foundations of your resolve begin to erode, like cliffs succumbing to the relentless assault of waves. 

Squelching sounds fill the room, as you finger yourself frantically, searching for another release. 

A palpable tension simmers, coiling like a slumbering tempest just beneath the fragile surface of your composure and when the image of Jimin fucking you gets too much, you moan loudly as another orgasm coats your walls. 

Your chest rises and falls in desperate rhythms, each breath a struggle as you labor to coax your body into a state of surrender.

A gnawing sense of insufficiency takes root, an undeniable truth that settles like an ache in the core of your being. 

Compelled to fill this void, you reach for your laptop, your fingers dancing across the keyboard to unearth a video - a cherished artifact of you and Jimin. 

As the footage unfolds before you, you stick your fingers into your already drenched pussy again. 

As the symphony of sounds spills forth, a captivating crescendo that weaves through the air, your gaze becomes ensnared by the screen's luminous embrace, you fuck yourself again, while you rub your clit with your other hand.

“Ah, Y/N, you’re so tight! You’re taking me so well.” Jimin's voice pours forth, a mellifluous cascade that saturates the room, its dulcet tones mingling with the very air you breathe, a sweet intoxication that leaves you hovering on the edge of delirium, rolling your eyes while you search for yet another release. 

You add another finger into your throbbing pussy as the screen shows Jimin fucking you from behind. 

A moan leaves your lips, mixing with squelching sounds from your pussy and the obscene sounds from the laptop.

“This pussy was made for me, ah.” video Jimin says followed with a slap to your ass. 

Your pussy clenches around your fingers. Your clit is throbbing with your fast rubbing on it and you insert another finger into your cunt, finally feeling a small stretch. 

You feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, with the images of your home made porn playing before your hooded eyes unraveling you.

“Fuck! I’m coming!” and then you’re orgasming to the sound and visual of Jimin releasing inside your warm and spent pussy. 

Your body throbs with a weary cadence, each pulse echoing the exhaustion that courses through you, leaving you feeling spent, both physically and emotionally. 

The discomfort intensifies, a relentless reminder of your sticky, sweat-slicked state that clings to you like an unwelcome second skin, refusing to relent. 

You draw in ragged breaths, your lungs yearning for air as you hastily halt the video's playback, the sudden cessation of sound echoing the turbulence within your chest.

Tired, you envelop yourself in the gentle glow of the screen, as you dive into another episode of your treasured TV series. You lay in your bed, naked, with only the covers draping your legs. 

The door’s soft creak heralds Jimin’s return, his presence a soothing balm to the quietude that has wrapped itself around you. 

As his eyes fall upon your prone form nestled within the sheets, his gaze deepens with understanding - silent communication that transcends words. 

Without a syllable spoken, he knows about your illness.

A gentle smile dances at the corners of his lips, a mixture of concern and affection that paints his features. His voice, warm and tender, breaks the silence, the words like a soft caress against your weary senses. 

“How many, baby?” 

The question hangs in the air, laden with a delicate balance of worry and steadfast promise that he’s here to shoulder the burden of your discomfort alongside you.

With the mere entrance of Jimin's presence, a subtle electric current courses down the length of your spine, a tingling sensation that dances between the realms of anticipation and recognition, as you rub your thighs together and bite your lip, “Three.”

A gentle chuckle escapes from his plush lips, a melodic sound that unfurls like a whisper of warmth, as he strides toward the bed and eases down beside you, his presence a soothing balm to your discomfort.

“You know it’s a vital part of my self-care ritual whenever fever pays me a visit,” you protest, your lips pursing in a playful pout that hints at a mixture of defiance and endearing vulnerability.

“Yeah, I know about your fever horniness,” his laughter erupts with a resonant force, a vibrant symphony that reverberates through his entire being, yet his approach is marked by a smirk that dances across his lips, an alluring blend of amusement and intention.

“What do you need, baby?” 

His finger traces a tantalizing path over the sensitive expanse of your ass and thighs, each touch akin to a lightning bolt of sensation that ignites a perilous shiver, sending a cascade of exhilaration down the length of your spine. In its wake, a fresh wave of desire surges, pooling on your pussy.

A gulp tightens your throat, a visible testament to the sudden intensity of the moment, while your breath catches in your chest, a gasp that hangs in the charged air like an unspoken invitation, “Your dick and your tongue.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” a playful smirk graces his lips, a mischievous expression that hints at a secret understanding, as his touch traces a tantalizing path along the contours of your waist as he feels his dick throb with want.

“You started without me,” he utters the words in a mock pout, his tone a blend of teasing and longing, as his fingers dip down to your pussy with deliberate intent, trailing a path that ignites a symphony of sensations. 

You raise your hips in search of more of his touch.

“I’m sorry. But I couldn’t wait…” A frustrated whimper escapes your lips, a raw sound that encapsulates the intensity of your desires and the ache for more. 

You just want to get off again.

“I know, baby. You probably did so good by yourself, huh?” 

His gaze drinks in the contours of your naked form, an appreciative hunger that's palpable, causing goosebumps to rise like a symphony across the landscape of your skin.

“Not as good as when you touch me. I need your touch, Jimin.” 

In a voice etched with ragged urgency, you plead, the words a raw testament to the overwhelming desire that courses through you, while your lustful eyes blink rapidly, revealing the depth of your need.

He seizes a generous handful of your ass, an electrifying touch that sends shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through your being. In response, you groan, your very essence melting under the mastery of his hands, reduced to pliable putty that he molds with deliberate expertise.

You open your legs invitingly, showing him your glistening pussy, “Won’t you come taste me?”

A teasing flick of his tongue moistens his lips, a gesture loaded with an unspoken promise, as he inches closer to you, his presence a tantalizing magnetism that sends anticipation crackling through the air. 

His form hovers over yours, a suspended moment pregnant with the weight of desire and the thrill of what's to come.

“Since you asked so nicely.” 

In a voice dipped in seductive tones, he murmurs the words, a sultry invitation that hangs in the charged space between you, as he positions himself on his knees. 

The fabric of his shirt yields to his skilled fingers, sliding off his form in a fluid motion that reveals the sculpted contours of his body, each movement a declaration of intent. His bare chest emerges into view, an arresting sight that captures your gaze and holds it captive, a canvas painted with the contours of his sculpted form. 

Your eyes trace the lines of his delicious abs, his ‘Nevermind’ tattoo, a visual feast that leaves you with an insatiable hunger, and your fingers, guided by a magnetic pull, begin to explore his torso with a reverent touch.

He leans in with a calculated grace, his intent clear in the intensity of his gaze, as both of his hands find the curves of your breasts, his palms cupping them with a touch that conveys possession and longing. 

A moan of pleasure escapes your lips, a raw sound that encapsulates the exquisite sensation that courses through you, as his hands remain a source of warmth on your fevered form, a stark contrast that heightens the sensory journey. 

An involuntary surge of sensation propels your body, causing your back to arch with a fervent response, an unspoken invitation for more of his touch, as he begins to roll your nipples. 

He leans his head down, giving a nipple a quick lick before he captures it in his warm mouth. He sucks lightly at first, while he pinches your other nipple.

The melodic cadence of your sounds forms an intoxicating symphony, an improvised composition that resonates in the charged air, while a surge of arousal courses through you, electrifying your senses and heightening the fervor of the moment.

One of Jimin's hands embarks on an exploratory journey down the landscape of your body, a purposeful exploration that leads to your pussy, where his touch transforms into an unyielding grasp, squeezing your clit with a deliberate force that ignites a symphony of pleasure-pain.

You release a crescendo of uninhibited sounds, each one a testament to the exquisite sensitivity that courses through you, a maelstrom of sensations amplified by the presence of your already three orgasms.

His fingers, a skillful symphony of touch, bestow a few tantalizing rubs to your clit, a prelude to the main act that follows. 

With deliberate intent, he slides a finger into the depths of your wet pussy, each movement a rapturous dance that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your every nerve ending.

“So wet,” a chuckle, laced with both amusement and desire, escapes his lips, the room now painted with an intimate soundscape as the squelching echoes through the air. 

His single finger, a masterful conductor of sensations, explores the depths of your being, each thrust a declaration of intent that creates a symphony of pleasure only the two of you share.

He returns to his skilled ministrations sucking on one of your nipples, a sensation that unfurls like a velvet caress, while his other hand continues its purposeful exploration, working to fuck you open with a deliberate determination that merges pleasure with a heady sense of anticipation.

A surge of urgency courses through you, compelling your hips to roll with a fervent rhythm, an instinctive dance that strives to align with his thrust, seeking a nexus where desire and connection intertwine in a symphony of shared pleasure.

He skillfully introduces a second finger into the equation, his touch an intricate dance that navigates the canvas of your pussy with purposeful intent. 

His quest becomes a search for the elusive spot that ignites a cascade of sensations, a treasure trove of pleasure concealed within the intricate pathways of your body.

Your breaths escape in ragged bursts, a symphony of urgency that fills the air, each inhalation a desperate attempt to quench the growing fire within. 

As your chest heaves, you huff for air, the oxygen a lifeline that barely keeps pace with the tumultuous pace of your desires, all while a knot of anticipation tightens in the pit of your stomach, a tangible reminder of the impending climax.

A third finger joins the symphony of sensation, a deliberate intrusion that causes your pussy to clench around him, an involuntary reaction that amplifies the intensity of the moment. 

The palpable tightness he encounters tells him that you're teetering on the precipice of release, a knowledge that fuels his own desire.

With the dexterity born of desire, his free hand embarks on an exploratory journey, seeking out your other breast with a determined touch. 

His fingers dance with a skilled grace, deftly rolling its nipple, each movement a calculated rhythm that weaves an intoxicating tapestry of sensations, a tactile duet that resonates through your being.

“It’s so good, Jimin!” a gasp, unfiltered and primal, escapes your lips, the sound a testament to the exquisite pleasure that courses through you, as you endeavor to arch your back, an instinctual response that seeks to press your body into the electrifying path of his touch.

A low, reverberating hum escapes his lips, a resonant vibration that sends ripples of pleasure through your breast, the intimate connection between his mouth and your body forging a sensory bridge that defies words. 

Meanwhile, his fingers continue their masterful dance, striking your elusive spot with a relentless rhythm that sets your senses ablaze with each deliberate touch.

You feel it coursing through your body like a surge of electric intensity, each nerve ending awakening in a symphony of sensation. 

Your toes curl involuntarily, a physical manifestation of the overwhelming pleasure that radiates from within. 

Your hands seize Jimin's hips with a fervent grip, an anchor in the tempest of ecstasy as you succumb to the cascade of release, a moan escaping your lips like a melody, a reverberating chord that sounds eerily like his name.

You pant, your breath a delirious cadence that echoes the crescendo of sensations that have washed over you. 

Your body basks in the radiant afterglow of a fourth orgasm, a testament to the heights of pleasure scaled throughout the day, each peak and valley etched into your memory like an intricate map of desire.

Jimin's gaze rests upon you, his eyes hooded with a potent blend of desire and satisfaction, a witness to the tableau of your body's unraveling beneath the skilled ministrations of his hands and mouth. 

In this intimate exchange, unspoken understanding flows between you, a language woven from shared pleasure and the unbreakable bond you share. 

The depth of his affection knows no bounds, a love that transcends the ordinary and propels him to the edges of devotion. For you, he's willing to traverse any distance, cross any threshold, and brave any challenge. 

His heart beats in harmony with yours, a melody of adoration that echoes through the moments you share, an unwavering testament to the lengths he'll go to ensure your happiness and well-being.

He rises onto his knees with an irresistible allure, shedding the confines of his pants and boxers in a fluid motion that unveils his already hardened dick. 

The air seems to crackle with anticipation, the atmosphere thickening as his form becomes a portrait of primal need and unabashed vulnerability.

Your tongue darts out, an instinctual gesture that moistens your lips in a silent anticipation that hangs in the charged space between you, a silent agreement forged by desire. 

“Gawd. It’s so beautiful.” 

You say, the words a sultry whisper that hangs in the air like a secret promise, a declaration of intent that sets the stage for what's to come. 

Your hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around his cock with a teasing touch, each stroke a deliberate dance that fuels the fire of desire between you.

Jimin's chuckle, a featherlight sound that dances through the charged atmosphere, becomes an auditory caress that sends shivers down your spine. 

His form hovers over you, a poised predator basking in the thrill of the chase, the air practically crackling with the intensity of his presence.

"What do you crave now, baby?" he murmurs in a voice saturated with a potent blend of desire and longing, a low timbre that wraps around the words like a silken caress, igniting a spark of anticipation in the air.

“I want to be ravished,” your hips engage in a rhythmic dance, a deliberate movement that aligns with the symphony of sensations cascading through you, while the telltale sensation of sweat prickling down your forehead adds a tactile layer to the sensory landscape, a physical manifestation of the fevered desire coursing through your veins.

“I want to cream your dick,” you breathe, the exhalation a fragile bridge between reality and reverie, as the haze of desire blankets your thoughts in a seductive shroud. 

In response, a hiss escapes Jimin's lips, a sound that teeters on the edge of restraint, a symphony of shared yearning that hangs heavy in the charged air.

“I want you to come in my pussy.” You tease, the words a playful invitation that resonates with the promise of shared pleasure, your voice a delicate melody that dances through the charged atmosphere. 

Your hands find purchase on his thighs, fingers squeezing with an artful pressure that ignites a symphony of sensation, a tactile duet that harmonizes with the unspoken desires that course between you.

Jimin's hiss echoes once more, a sound that reverberates like a whispered plea amidst the charged tension, as if his very being is ensnared within a cloud of desire and longing. 

His dick, a pulsating ache that demands attention, throbs with an insistent rhythm, a relentless reminder of the friction and release that his body craves, a symphony of need that courses through his veins.

With a firm resolve that belies the intensity of his desire, he seizes his dick in a purposeful grip, aligning it with your pussy. 

The air seems to hold its breath, a suspended moment pregnant with anticipation, the magnetic pull between your bodies poised to culminate in an explosion of shared ecstasy.

Before he gives in to the tempest of desire that surges between you, a primal force that demands satisfaction, he seizes a pillow with a thoughtfulness that speaks volumes. 

With a gentle nudge, he situates it beneath your head, a gesture that adds a layer of comfort to the impending intimacy, a reminder that amidst the flames of passion, he's attuned to your every need.

Then, in a languid dance that seems to stretch time itself, he eases into you with a deliberate slowness, his cock head parting your folds in a teasing, torturous symphony of sensation. The exquisite friction becomes a dance of pleasure and anticipation, a measured cadence that ignites every nerve ending along the way, as he navigates the delicate balance between fervor and restraint.

His dick glides into you effortlessly, aided by the slickness that envelops him, a liquid promise of pleasure that makes every inch of his entry a journey of shared ecstasy. 

As he becomes one with you, your walls embrace him with a tantalizing grip, a response that reflects the profound connection between your bodies, a fusion of desire and intimacy that transcends mere physicality.

“Ah, you’re still so tight,” 

He releases a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, a sound that escapes in a mixture of relief and surrender, as he reaches the depths of your being, a tangible joining that renders him fully immersed in the euphoria of the moment.

You savor the overwhelming fullness that finally envelops you, a sensation that satiates the craving that has persisted throughout the day. 

It's the culmination of a desire that's been building, being filled to the brim with the thickness of Jimin's dick, a union that ignites a shiver coursing down your spine, electrifying every nerve ending. As the moment unfolds, he initiates a slow retreat, a movement that draws you both through a symphony of sensations, a dance that echoes the intimacy of your connection.

He surges forward once more, a determined movement that drives him to the very hilt, his relentless desire mirrored in each of his swift thrusts. 

With a masterful touch, he discovers your hidden spot in mere moments, a revelation that sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, the intensity of the sensation causing your vision to blur as the world momentarily fades, overtaken by the overwhelming cascade of ecstasy.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he pants, the rhythm of his breath a synchrony with the fervent pace at which he fucks you, his grip on your hips an anchor that thethers you to the reality of the moment. 

His dick plunges into you with an unyielding force, a declaration of possession that melds raw passion with an unspoken promise of unity. 

He artfully guides one of your legs up, positioning it against his torso in a deliberate display of intimacy, your foot finding purchase against his neck in a sensual image. 

With this angle, he plunges into you with a newfound depth, each thrust a revelation of pleasure that leaves you breathless, the arrangement of your bodies a testament to the choreography of desire that unfolds between you.

“Ah! Jimin!” you release a breathless moan, a symphony of pleasure and vulnerability that dances on the edge of bliss, a melody woven from the rawest depths of your desire.

“I’m so fucking close,” you pant with each measured breath, caught in the intoxicating rhythm of his thrusts, a symphony of desire that leaves you gasping for air between each electrifying connection.

One of his hands embarks on a deliberate exploration, seeking out your swollen clit with an intent that radiates through his touch. The glide of his thumb becomes a source of intoxicating sensation, igniting a cascade of pleasure that courses through your body.

“Ah!” a breathless cry escapes your lips, the sound a mixture of surprise and ecstasy as the sensations wash over you, while your body responds with an instinctual arch, a graceful curve that seeks to amplify the pleasure within the constraints of the position. 

“Fuck!” the word bursts forth, nearly a scream but instead a fervent exclamation, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you. 

Simultaneously, Jimin's fingers continue their skilled dance, maintaining a tantalizing rhythm on your clit, while his dick delivers deep and forceful thrusts that threaten to unravel your senses entirely. 

With a primal scream that carries his name on its wings, your release squirts forth in a torrent, an explosion of sensation that engulfs his dick and fingers. 

The world around you dissolves into a white-hot haze, your vision momentarily obliterated by the intensity of the moment, as you pant in a frantic rhythm, each breath a lifeline that stitches you back to the reality of the room. 

The culmination of pleasure leaves you suspended in a euphoric liminality, every nerve ending aflame with the afterglow of ecstasy.

“Fuck!” Jimin's hiss reverberates in the charged air, a testament to the exquisite sensation that courses through him as your walls clamp around him, an embrace so tight that it borders on suffocating intensity. 

As the waves of your orgasm surge through you, a tempest of sensation that engulfs your being, his thrusts mirror the tumultuous rhythm of your release. 

Each movement becomes a study in controlled chaos, his own desire reaching a crescendo as he hurtles towards his own climax. 

“Ah! I’m coming, babe!” he pants with a rhythm that mirrors the frenzy of his desire, each breath a tangible testament to the passion that courses through him. 

With a final, hard thrust, he stills within you, his essence flooding your depths in a torrent of warm cum that paints your walls with an intimate declaration of shared intimacy. 

He surges forward, a final thrust that extends the boundaries of pleasure, his movements a testament to his need to savor every last fragment of the climax he rides out. 

The rhythm becomes a reflection of his own ecstasy, each thrust a stroke of intimacy that weaves a tapestry of shared release between your bodies, a culmination that leaves you both suspended in the aftermath of pleasure.

Despite the sheen of sweat that adorns your skin and the fever that courses through your veins, an urgent need propels you to draw him close, your arms enveloping his form in an embrace that defies the constraints of physical discomfort. 

Your body radiates heat, a testament to the fever's grip, yet the desire to feel his heartbeat against your own is a force that eclipses all else. 

“It’s hardly fair,” you remark with a playful huff, a mixture of exasperation and laughter tingling your words, “that you’re not even breaking a sweat.” 

The words carry a lightness that dances amidst the weight of your fevered state, the exchange a testament to the shared intimacy that allows for such candid moments even in the midst of vulnerability.

“I guess I’ve got better stamina, sweetheart,” he chuckles, the sound a gentle ripple that lingers in the air, even as his dick goes soft within the warmth of your pussy. 

With a tenderness that belies the intensity that has passed between you, he seals the moment with a sweet kiss pressed to your lips, a lingering connection that speaks of the intimacy shared and the unbreakable bond that defines your connection.

A blend of his cum and your own arousal trickles from your heated core, a physical reminder of the fervent exchange that has unfolded between you. 

He withdraws from you completely, a deliberate movement that creates a sudden void, a palpable absence that contrasts with the intensity of moments prior. 

Slumping down beside you, his breaths come in ragged pants, each exhalation a testament to the exertion of shared pleasure. 

The space between your bodies becomes a canvas that captures the echoes of your intimate dance, an image of vulnerability and release that lingers in the air like a whisper.

A sense of emptiness washes over you, an aftermath of the profound connection that has left a void in its wake. Your lips form a subtle pout, a silent plea that rests in the curve of your expression, a wordless request for the closeness and intimacy that you yearn to preserve. 

“Oh, I know that look,” he chuckles softly, the sound a warm caress that mingles with the air, as his hand sweeps through his blond hair. 

The knowing amusement in his eyes speaks of an unspoken understanding between you, a connection forged through countless shared moments, a familiarity that transcends words.

Beside him, you shift restlessly, a subtle squirm that speaks volumes about the growing hunger within you. 

Your thighs press together with a desperate urgency, a physical manifestation of the insatiable desire that has rekindled within your core. 

The air seems to crackle with anticipation, the atmosphere electrified by the magnetic pull between your bodies, a force that threatens to engulf you both once again in the flames of shared longing.

“Just give me an hour or two, then we can go again,” he chuckles softly, the sound a tender reassurance that carries within it a promise of more to come. 

His lips nuzzle against the delicate curve of your neck, a gesture that's both affectionate and possessive, the fervor of his kisses an echo of the passion that simmers between you. The intensity of his touch leaves a mark, a phantom sensation that lingers even after his lips have moved away, a tangible reminder of the connection that binds you together.

→ Author’s note: I get incredibly horny when I have a fever, so this idea popped into my head 😇 My husband calls it “fever horny” 🤣 I’m so sorry, am I the only who’s like this? 🫢

[mashioca]

Sweet Nightmares

|Solomon x FEM!Reader|

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You jerk awake, a cold sweat trickling down your neck. You look over across the room to see none other than Solomon. His eyes are filled with worry; he seems to lighten up a bit seeing you wake up.

“MC! I was worried about you. You were moaning in your sleep.” He whispered, despite you both being the only people in the house. The memory of that nightmare flashed back. Solomon attempting to eat you for dinner. A shiver shoots up your back at the thought.

“Yeah.. I’m fine.” You reply weakly, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have watched that movie before going to bed. My bad, MC.” He apologized sweetly. Only a few moments later, he takes notice of your shivering figure. “MC, would you like to sleep here with me?”

"Huh?" You jumped at the sudden offer, heat rushing to your cheeks. This isn’t the first time you both slept together, but you could never get used to it. You silently nod your head and make your way to him. Your figure is easily towered over by his, and he pulls you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry, MC.” He let’s go briefly. “Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?”

You stop and think briefly. “Give me a kiss.” A red-crimson hue flushed Solomon’s face; he is clearly taken aback by your straightforward answer; he doesn’t back down, though.

“Very brave… I like it when you’re like that, though.” He leans down, cups your cheeks with his hands, and kisses you lightly. The kiss is sweet and passionate; it makes you crave more from him. He pulls back from the kiss, eyes locked in yours.

“Feeling any better?” He asks sweetly. Your heart jumps when he asks that. He chuckles, noticing your reactions.

“I can hear your heartbeat…I’m actually more awake now. I, too, can feel my heart beating really fast.” His face gets closer to yours, centimeters away from another kiss.

“It’s your fault for making such a cute request, MC.” He takes you into another kiss, this one more passionate and deeper. His tongue is dancing along with your own. Your thoughts are running wild. His hand lets go of your cheeks to instead touch your inner thigh, lightly caressing it. The sensation leaves you moaning between the kisses, your sex dampening with each second. After what seems like an eternity, he breaks the kiss. His breathing is heavy, a pink hue dusted along his cheeks.

“No, I shouldn’t. I don’t think I can hold back if I keep this up.” You pout; his teasing isn’t fair! You decide to get some revenge and grind against his thigh. Your body shakes as you begin to move to and fro on his thigh. Solomon’s eyes are filled with lust as the scene unfolds before him. His apprentice grinding upon his lap in retaliation to him stopping. His hands slide down to your hips; he grabs your hips and starts to make you rub against his thigh faster. Your mind is clouded with pleasure, unable to keep up with the situation; your arms are wrapped around Solomon’s neck; and you rest your head against his shoulder. Your moans are like a sweet melody; he can’t get enough of them. Your voice gets higher and higher with each passing minute, your vision is getting hazy, and you know you’re close.

“S-Solo..mon.. gunna.. cum..” you pant, you can barley get the words out of your throat. Before you could feel the sweet release, Solomon pulled you off his leg. You whine at the loss of friction, and your denied orgasm, but Solomon speaks up before you can say anything.

“Not yet, my little lamb." Your walls clench around nothing at the words. Solomon carries you away from the couch and towards the bed. He places you gently on the soft mattress. He looks at you like you’re his prey; you feel hunted under his gaze. Solomon slowly takes off your pajamas, leaving your body exposed to the cold air around you.

“My lamb… You’re already so wet.” Your walls clench around nothing once more. You swear you hear Solomon swear under his breath, but before you could dwell on that thought, he shoves three fingers into your sex. The sudden intrusion makes you yell out, not in pain but in pleasure.

“F-Fuck! Solomon..” Your sex makes lewd, wet sounds each time he shoves them back in. The pleasure is too much to bear. You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed at the situation you’re in. Just as quick as his fingers came, they left you once again. You slowly open your eyes once more to reveal that he has undid his boxers, pumping his cock, a bead of precum at the tip of it.

“Fuck.. MC, are you sure about this.?” Even when he’s worked up, he still makes sure you’re okay with it. You give him a warm smile.

“Please.. just fuck me already, Master!” Something about that name set a switch off on him. He quickly shoved his dick inside your pussy, making you squeal. He only gives you a moment to adjust to his length before going at a relentless pace.

“Fuck.. MC, you just love to work me up, don’t you? You wanted this to happen. He is talking to himself rather than you. Take all of my cum inside of your tight hole.” His pace gets faster with each thrust of his hips. You feel the knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter each time.

“Ah.. fuck.. S-Solomon.. gonna.. cum.” you moan between each of his thrusts, making it hard to get the words out.

“Cum around my cock; cum around me as I cum inside of you." His rhythm starts to get uneven. The knot in your stomach finally breaks, and you cum around his cock. Your body shakes; he doesn’t stop until he reaches his own climax. He chokes out a moan as he presses into you, spilling his seed into your quivering cunt. You both stay like this for a few moments, unable to move.

“T-Think you can sleep now.?” You ask, voice trembling.

“Only if I can stay with you like this." Solomon responds. You lightly tap his head and chuckle. You both later fell into a sweet slumber, filled with sweet dreams.

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Hello! This is my first smut AND tumbler post haha. Please do give criticism or give me requests :3!

[littlest-w01f]

Cold

"Temprature play" with:

Zayne x Reader

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Summary: After you fall sick with a heatstroke, Zayne takes on the responsibility of taking care of you

Cw:

You curled up on the couch, your body wracked with heat. Zayne knelt beside you on the bed, concern etched on his face as he gently brushed sweat-dampened strands of hair from your forehead. His fingers lingered, tracing the curve of your cheek before cupping your flushed skin. "I'm here, sweetheart. Let me help you undress." He murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "We need to get you comfortable and chilled."

With tender care, Zayne slipped off your shoes, you helped him the best you could, then peeled away your clothes until you lay bare beneath the thin blanket. His gaze roamed over your curves, drinking in the sight of your skin and watching the goosebumps on your body formed by the cool air. After he pulled at the sweats you were wearing, his hands skimmed down your sides, feeling the rise and fall of your chest. "I've got you, y/n."

Zayne's hands continued their soothing exploration as he set you in his bed, his hands getting colder from his Evol to counter the heat from yours. He gently kissed your temple, his cold lips lingering there for a moment before trailing lower, brushing across your cheekbone.

"Some cold lemonade should help you feel better," He hummed, "And you need some electrolytes in you."

"Zayne...?" You mewl softly, head aching a little, "Just stay for a moment..."

"Then let's try to cool you down, Hmm?" He whispered, slipping a hand beneath the blanket to press against your sides. His hand is like ice against your burning flesh, providing instant relief. His other hand found its way to your stomach, lightly circling around your belly.

His kisses trailed further, exploring the sensitive hollow of your throat while his thumb reached up to trace the underside of your breast, teasing at the edge of your nipple. The sensation sent sparks through your veins, momentarily distracting you from the heat.

"Mmm…" A soft moan escaped your lips as Zayne's thumb teased along your breasts, his touch both cooling and arousing against your feverish skin. His mouth continued its path of hot kisses down your neck, teeth grazing ever so slightly against your pulse point. One hand remained splayed across your stomach, pressing firmly as if to anchor you, while the other slid fully around to cup the weight of your breast. His thumb and forefinger rolled and pinched you, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

"I want to make you feel good, sweetheart," Zayne murmured against your skin, his voice low and husky with desire. "Let me take care of you."

With the temperature dropping from his Evol, your body began to relax further under Zayne's attentive ministrations. The cool air caressed your damp skin, making goosebumps rise in its wake. Your breathing slowed, and the pounding in your head receded as the chill seeped into your muscles, easing the tension.

Zayne's skilled fingers continued their exploration, gliding down your torso to dip into your navel before resuming their path southward. He traced the curve of your hip, his palm skating over the swell of your ass before delving between your thighs. His hand was a haven of icy calm amidst the simmering heat of your core. "Mmm, you're so responsive," Zayne purred, his voice tinged with admiration and lust. "Your body craves my touch."

The coolness of Zayne's hand against your heated flesh felt divine, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. His fingers danced along your slick folds, teasing at your entrance before slipping inside. The contrast of his cold fingers against your wet warmth made your back arch off the bed, a silent plea for more.

"Mmm… Zayne," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. Every movement he made only intensified the throbbing ache between your legs. His touch was both soothing and sinful, and you found yourself craving more of this strange yet exquisite sensation.

"You're so wet, sweetheart," Zayne groaned, adding another finger to stretch and fill you even more. His thumb circled your clit, applying just enough pressure to send shocks of pleasure radiating outward from your core.

As Zayne's fingers worked within you, his thumb relentlessly coaxing circles around your clit, you could do nothing but squirm beneath him. Each thrust of his fingers, each circle of his thumb, brought you closer to the edge. The combination of his cold touch and the building heat within you was an intoxicating blend of sensations.

"Zayne…" you gasped out his name, your voice laced with need. "More… please."

Without warning, Zayne pulled his hand away, leaving you empty and achingly needy. But instead of stopping there, he lifted your leg higher onto his shoulder, exposing you further to his hungry gaze. His free hand moved to grip your thigh tightly, holding it open for him as he leaned down to place a kiss directly onto your dripping slit.

As Zayne's fingers plunged deeper into your slick cunt, you could feel the chill of his Evol spreading through your most intimate places. Each thrust sent tendrils of icy bliss spiraling outwards, contrasting deliciously with the scorching heat still pulsing within you. Your inner walls clenched greedily around him, trying to draw more of that refreshing coolness into your overheated depths.

"That feels amazing," You gasped out, grinding shamelessly against his hand as he worked you open. Your hips rocked in time with his strokes, chasing the dual sensations of frigid ecstasy and fiery need that consumed you.

Droplets of perspiration trickled down your temples despite the cooling effect of Zayne's touch, evidence of the inferno still raging beneath your skin. "I love how you respond to me." He whispered looking up at you from between his legs.

"Oh... Oh Zayne..." His fingers moved expertly within you, curling upward to brush against your sweet spot with every plunge. Each flicker of contact there sent bolts of pleasure rocketing through your system, intensifying the heat coiling low in your abdomen. You squirmed beneath him, desperate for more of that tantalizing friction.

The cool air kissed your damp skin, chilling the sweat that clung to your curves. Despite the soothing effects of his Evol, your body was aflame with arousal. "More… please," you pleaded softly, writhing underneath him.

Zayne's fingers continued their relentless assault on your cunt, curling and twisting to hit all the right spots. The coolness of his touch was amplified tenfold when he brushed against your sensitive insides, sending shivers racing up and down your spine.

"Oh yes, just like that," You moaned, bucking your hips against his hand. Your inner walls gripped tightly around him, milking his digits for every bit of pleasure they could offer.

As the tension built within you, Zayne leaned down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth. He nibbled and sucked gently on the hardened peak while his free hand wandered down to tease your clit. The combination of sensations was too much; with a loud cry, you came hard on his fingers. Waves of orgasmic bliss washed over you, leaving you panting and spent beneath him.

As the aftershocks of your climax rippled through you, Zayne kept up his relentless pace, coaxing every last tremor of pleasure from your quivering body. His fingers were a masterful blend of cool and hot, driving you towards new heights of bliss.

"Mmm, look at you," Zayne growled approvingly, watching as your body convulsed beneath him. He slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste the essence of your arousal. "Delicious."

He lowered himself onto the bed, positioning himself between your spread thighs. His cock, hard and ready, pressed insistently against your soaked folds. "Mmm, fuck me... Please."

With a low, guttural groan, Zayne's clothes were on a pile on the floor, he pushed forward, pressing you down further between him and the bed. "If you insist. How can I say no?" Your body instinctively wrapped around him, relishing the feeling as he presed into you.

"Oh fuck, you feel so lovely," He hissed through gritted teeth, his hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust dragged him deeper, hitting points inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

Zayne's cool palms settled on either side of your head, his face inches from yours as he pounded into you with increasing fervour. The scent of sweat and sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint hint of his Evol's chill. It was intoxicating, and you found yourself clinging to him, nails digging into his back as you met his thrusts with eager rolls of your own hips.

"Za- Z-" You hid your face in his neck, moaning loudly as Zayne's powerful thrusts drove him deeper into you. The sound of your ragged breaths and wanton cries echoed through the room, mingling with the lewd slap of skin on skin as he took you hard and fast.

"Take it, baby," Zayne grunted, his voice strained with exertion. "You feel incredible wrapped around me." His hands roamed your curves, squeezing and kneading as he pistoned in and out of you with reckless abandon.

The coolness of his Evol seemed to intensify with each passing moment, seeping into your very marrow and heightening every sensation. It was a stark contrast to the blazing heat of your arousal, creating an addictive mix that left you teetering on the brink of another explosive climax.

Zayne's movements became erratic, his thrusts growing harder and faster as he chased his own release. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful snap of his hips.

"Yes, yes, don't stop!" You cried out, your nails raking down his back as you teetered on the edge of oblivion. The dual sensations of your scorching heat and his icy coolness had you wound tighter than a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.

"Ah- I'm close... I'm close, my love." With a final, brutal thrust, Zayne buried himself to the hilt inside you. His face melted in your neck, a groan leaving his lips, his pulsing cock erupted in long, pulsing spurts, painting your inner walls with his essence. The sensation triggered your own climax, and you moaned his name as your world shattered into a million glittering pieces.

As the last echoes of your shared orgasms faded away, Zayne collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. You could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your chest, matching the rapid cadence of your own.

After a moment, Zayne lifted his head to gaze down at you, his eyes warm with satisfaction and affection. A lazy smile played on his lips as he brushed a strand of sweat-dampened hair from your forehead.

"Now I that fucked you, you will have your water." Zayne rolled off of you with a satisfied grunt, his tone strict, fully your doctor, leaving no room for disagreements, his softened cock slipping from you. He stretched languidly before padding out of the room, not caring of his nakedness. He retrieved a pitcher of ice-cold water and poured two glasses full to the brim. The condensation already beading on the outside of the glasses promised a refreshingly cool drink.

"Cuddle first?" You asked, sitting up when he entered back.

He gave you a gentle smile, "Sure, we'll clean later."

Zayne handed you the glass mixed with your prescribed electrolytes, climbing back under the covers beside you. He settled comfortably against the pillows, one arm draped casually across your waist to pull you in his lap as he sipped his water.

{LaDs Kinktober Taglist: @m00nchildwrites}

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Angel of Small Death

Part 5 of my Halloween mini series!

Dark Priest! Matt Murdock, Dark Priest! Billy Russo, Dark! Frank Castle

Warnings: Dub-Con, oral (f), scars.

A/N: My biggest fear right now is accidentally writing angle instead of angel in the title.

The rain is still going when you leave the church, fatigued and desperate for sleep.

Your gown clings to your skin, you have to fight to get it off, and you peel your chemise off too, hanging it to dry, crawling into bed and wrapping your soft white sheets around your body.

It should be fine, your robe is nearby in case of an emergency, and as you settle, your body relaxes, sending you off into a ridiculously comfortable sleep.

You stir when you feel hands on you. A delicious feeling of exploration over your legs, up to grip your hips.

A moan slips past your lips, you hear a low chuckle in response.

“Billy?” You whisper softly, as you peek an eye open, looking down.

He's hovering above you, the planes of his face are barely visible, his eyes glittering in the darkness.

Was this a dream?

“He told me not to come. But he doesn’t control me.” Billy murmurs, cryptically, tugging at the sheets wrapped around you.

“Who?” You ask dumbly, your brain foggy and struggling to understand anything that was going on.

He only laughs again, pulling the covers off your body finally.

You only remember that you're mostly naked after the cold air brushes your skin, you gasp, reaching for the sheet.

You pause when you feel your final undergarment being tugged down your legs, you drop the sheet in favour of trying to stop him.

Your limbs are too heavy, and he gets you naked without breaking a sweat, finally rising to study your body.

“Billy-” You say, pushing at him when he draws closer. You wonder if this might be another symptom of his head injury.

“You're dreaming, sweetheart.” He murmurs coming in close to be heard above the pouring rain.

“I just want to taste you a little more. Won't you let me?”

You swallow, pausing.

He takes it as acceptance, kissing your lips softly before sliding all the way down your body, guiding your legs over his shoulders.

You've never felt this before, and you're not sure what to expect, gasping in surprise when his tongue glides between your legs. 

You whine, back arching at the unfamiliar sensation, shame washing over you, replaced by the feeling of his wet tongue licking at the place you need it most.

Your hand sinks into his hair, playing with it gently, his masculine scent easing your nerves.

You feel the vibration of his moan against you, unable to stop your hips from rocking against his face.

“Billy.” You groan, pleasure twisting under your skin, promising a release like earlier if he kept this up.

You suck in a deep breath, when in the next moment, you roll over, light hitting your eyes.

Gasping, you sit up in shock. It's morning, and there's no one with you.

You sigh, slumping back into bed, wondering how it was possible to have a dream so vivid.

.

Your knock echoes on the wooden door.

“Father Murdock? Can I come in?” You call out.

“Yes, enter.” He responds from the other side.

You push the door open, eyes roaming curiously through his room, neater than you expected for a man that can't see.

He's sitting at a wooden desk, his fingers paused on his book, his head turned to focus on you.

“The doctor sent me with the salve you requested.” You explain, holding it up.

Matthew nods, rises to a stand and approaches.

“Thank you. Would you be able to help me apply it?”

You freeze, not being aware that this would be part of the delivery.

“Of course.” You say gently, trying to be a proper Mother Superior.

When he reaches to remove his clothes, you gasp, turning your head to look away, squeezing your eyes shut when the temptation to look grows to be too much.

He removes his cassock, draping it over his bed, and when you spare a glance up at him, he’s wearing only loose flowing pants.

His chest is… sculpted to perfection. You blink in amazement at the way he’s formed, his arms strong and muscular and you bet his skin is soft.

There are some healing scars on his chest and one on his abdomen, and you carefully pry open the salve, running your fingers through the substance and raising it up to his chest.

You try to be gentle and methodical, but you can’t help staring, Matthew is really something beautiful to look at, and it’s no question as to why he’s one of God’s disciples.

Aside from the fresh scars, there are many faded ones, littering his chest and arms and you can’t help but frown in sympathy.

“All of these scars… are from your work?”

He takes a slow breath.

“Yes, you would not believe how often we get thrown around, stabbed, and burned by the possessed.”

“That’s awful.” You murmur.

“It has to be done, we all have our parts to play in the fight against L-” He hisses as though he’s in pain, shaking his head.

“Did I hurt you?” You ask in worry, drawing your hand back.

He shakes his head, turning to present his back to you, that’s significantly more wounded.

“Oh my.” You say in surprise, dipping your fingers into the salve once more.

You remain quiet, focused on working, your fingers gliding over healed scars and ones in healing. You swallow, mouth watering for a taste of him, the way Frank had licked your cut, and had made it all better, you wondered if Matthew would be receptive to something similar.

When you’re done, you place the salve on his desk, accepting the damp rag he silently offers to clean your fingers, and as you watch him get redressed, you feel a bit more unashamed at looking at him.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” You ask politely.

He approaches you with meaningful steps, surprising you with his conviction as he steps right up to you, pressing his fingers under your chin to tilt your head up.

He seems to be studying you, perhaps searching for something.

“You’re quite beautiful. I can see why he’s doing all of this to get you.”

Your eyebrows draw together.

“Who are you talking about?” You ask, your mind flooded with confusion. 

He smiles, his fingers gripping your jaw tightly.

You gasp when your nose brushes his, his pink mouth is just a breath away.

“Don’t be scared, little one, everything will be alright.”

You take a sharp intake of breath, pulling away, his fingers releasing you as you pull.

The corner of his mouth pulls into a smile, and he turns away, going back to his book, leaving you to get out of his room as quickly as you can.

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[hurriane23456]

Under The Wolf's Skin- Part 2

Part 1

As the two men returned to the trailer, they were both still buzzing from the adrenaline of the stunt and the intensity of the whole experience. Ethan peeled off the mask, the cool air hitting his face a welcome relief from the heat of the werewolf costume. Suddenly, he caught sight of Zach, his face flushed and eyes bright with excitement.

“What’s with that look?” Ethan chuckled, a few beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

Zach licked his lips, unable to hide his hunger. “You were incredible out there. Watching you wear the gear like that… It really gets to me.” His voice dropped, slightly teasing. “Especially since I know how sweaty it is.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. “Is that so? Should I expect a cold shower when we’re done?”

The banter hung in the air, simmering with unresolved tension. It was then that Ethan noticed the obvious—Zach was hard, and the sight made his own breath hitch.

“Wow, someone’s excited,” Ethan teased, a thrill running through him.

Zach smirked, the playful challenge evident in his eyes. “Can you blame me? It’s hot knowing you wore my gear—that I’ve been sweating in it for hours.” He stepped closer, his voice low and sultry. “You were so confident wearing it. It’s… a turn-on.”

Ethan felt that thrill coil within him, rising from his belly. He leaned closer, brushing his fingers down Zach’s chest, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. “There’s only one thing to do about that.”

“Like what?” Zach breathed, his excitement palpable.

“Put the mask back on,” Ethan replied with a sly smile, gesturing toward the werewolf mask still resting on the counter. “Let’s see what happens next.”

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Zach reached for the mask and slowly pulled it over his head, the wetness from earlier clinging to his skin. The moment the mask settled into place, he transformed before Ethan’s eyes—his expression shifted to one of primal intensity, the fierce werewolf persona now fully embodied. The dark fur and menacing features seemed to amplify the heat in the air, and Ethan's breath caught in his throat.

“Damn, you look good,” Ethan murmured, his voice thick with desire. He stepped closer, feeling the heat radiate off Zach, who was now just in the mask and Ethan's clothes from earlier—his boxers and the snug polo shirt. The contrast between the playful dorkiness of the outfit and the ferocity of the mask sent a thrill through Ethan.

Zach took a moment to adjust to the mask, the weight of it both a thrill and a burden. He inhaled deeply, the scent of his own sweat mixing with the fabric of the clothes, and he felt the primal energy surging within him. “Now I really feel like the beast,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down Ethan's spine.

Ethan felt adrenaline pulse through him as he moved closer, his hands reaching out to explore Zach’s body. The sight of Zach in just the mask, the tight polo clinging to his form, made Ethan's heart race. “You want it bad, don’t you?”

“Yes…” Zach growled beneath the mask, the sound vibrating through the air, heightening Ethan’s arousal.

Ethan slid his hands down Zach’s sides, feeling the heat emanating from his body. He could sense the tension coiling within Zach, and the knowledge that he had the power to unleash that tension excited him. “Let’s see how much you can handle,” Ethan said, his voice low, a smirk playing on his lips.

He pushed Zach back gently until he felt the couch behind him. Zach's breath quickened, the mask amplifying the intensity of his reactions. Ethan knelt before him, still clad in the full werewolf costume, the sensation of the fur against his skin making him feel even more primal.

With a teasing smile, Ethan reached for Zach's cock, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric of the polo shirt. He wrapped his fingers around it, relishing the way Zach bucked into his touch, the mask only heightening the urgency of his need. “You like that, huh?”

Zach nodded vigorously, the mask filtering his expression into something wild and untamed. “Suck it,” he commanded, his voice thick with need.

Ethan wasted no time. He lowered his mouth, taking Zach into his warm embrace, swirling his tongue around the tip before descending further down the length. The taste of sweat and musk filled his senses, and he reveled in the way Zach responded—each moan, each thrust, pushing Ethan further into a frenzy.

As Ethan sucked, he could feel the weight of the costume pressing down on him, amplifying the sensations coursing through his body. He reached up, feeling the dampness of the werewolf gear against his skin. The combination of the costume and Zach's primal nature sent waves of heat coursing through him.

Zach groaned, arching his back as Ethan took him deeper, the sensation igniting a fire in his belly. “God, yes! Just like that!” he shouted, the sound muffled but raw with urgency.

Ethan's heart raced as he admired Zach, the mask adding an exhilarating edge to the moment. He leaned closer, his breath warm against Zach's ear, and whispered, “You ready for me?” The anticipation was palpable, and he could see the eagerness in Zach’s eyes, even beneath the fierce mask.

Without waiting for an answer, Ethan reached for the lube, slick and cool in his hands. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, the clear gel glistening under the dim light of the trailer. “Let’s make sure you’re nice and ready,” he said, his voice low and sultry. He positioned himself behind Zach, who was still clad in the snug polo and the mask, his body taut with excitement.

With one finger, Ethan teased the edge of Zach’s entrance, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. He pushed in slowly, allowing Zach to adjust to the intrusion. “You’re so tight,” Ethan murmured, thrill coursing through him as he watched Zach’s back arch in response. He gradually added a second finger, curling them expertly, seeking that sweet spot that would make Zach moan.

Zach’s breath hitched, muffled by the mask, but Ethan could feel the tension in his body easing as he worked his fingers deeper. “Just like that,” Ethan encouraged, moving his fingers in a steady rhythm, the slickness of the lube making the sensations even more electrifying. With each thrust of his fingers, he could sense Zach's body yearning for more, urging him to take the next step.

“More, Ethan,” Zach pleaded, his voice a husky whisper filled with need. The urgency in his tone ignited a fire within Ethan, and he couldn’t help but lean in closer, brushing his lips along the curve of Zach’s neck. “You’re almost there,” he promised, his fingers working their magic as he prepared Zach for the thrilling connection that awaited them both.

“Please, don’t make me wait,” Zach gasped, his body trembling with anticipation beneath the layers of clothing.

Ethan pulled back, his mouth slick and glistening, and stood up, positioning himself behind Zach. He could feel the heat radiating off his partner, the excitement swirling through the air making every nerve in his body tingle with desire. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, the primal instincts of the werewolf costume taking over.

With that, Ethan pressed forward, slowly sliding inside Zach. The heat enveloped him, and he couldn’t help but groan as he buried himself deep. Zach let out a muffled cry, the sound echoing within the mask, driving Ethan wild.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Ethan gasped, his hands gripping Zach’s hips as he thrust deeper. The weight of the costume felt empowering, and with each thrust, he reveled in the primal connection they shared, the ferocity of the moment building between them.

Zach’s body responded eagerly, pushing back against Ethan, urging him on. “Harder! Don’t stop!” he begged, the mask only heightening the intensity of his words.

Ethan complied, his thrusts growing more forceful, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the trailer. The heat inside the costume was nearly unbearable, but it only fueled his desire. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against Zach’s exposed neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and musk that drove him wild.

“Just like that,” Zach panted, the mask muffling his words but not his need. “I want to feel you—be the beast.”

As Ethan thrust deeper into Zach, the heat of the moment ignited a primal need in him. He could feel the slickness of sweat coating both their bodies, amplifying the raw intensity of their connection. With each powerful thrust, he lost himself further in the rhythm, his breath coming in heavy gasps. Suddenly, an idea sparked in his mind. He wanted to see Zach fully embrace the beast—wanted to feel that wild energy between them as he took control.

With a firm grip, Ethan reached up and pulled the mask off Zach’s face, tossing it aside. He could see the glimmer of desire in Zach’s eyes, filled with eagerness and hunger. “Now it’s my turn,” Ethan growled, and without hesitation, he slid the mask over his own face. The sensation was electric—the warm, damp material clung to his skin, the scent of sweat and musk enveloping him as if he was slipping into another layer of himself.

As he continued to thrust into Zach, the weight of the mask transformed everything. It heightened his senses, making every motion feel more intense, more carnal. The soft fur of the costume brushed against Zach’s skin, and the heat radiating from their bodies mixed with the warmth of the mask made Ethan feel utterly alive. He caught sight of Zach watching him with wide eyes, filled with awe as the transformation completed him.

“God, you look incredible,” Zach gasped, his voice thick with need, and that only drove Ethan wilder. The mask felt like a second skin, amplifying his primal instincts as he pounded into Zach with renewed vigor. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them—lost in an intoxicating dance of lust and power. Each thrust was a declaration of dominance, and Ethan reveled in the sensation of being fully enveloped in the role of the beast. The combination of the mask and the body beneath him ignited a fire within him that he couldn’t control, pushing him to the edge as they both surrendered to the wildness of the moment.

With each thrust, Ethan lost himself deeper in the moment. The combination of the costume, Zach’s words, and the sheer intensity of their connection pushed him closer to the edge. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, entwined in this primal dance of passion.

Finally, with one last deep thrust, they both reached their crescendo, erupting together into a tide of intense sensation that merged them into one, the line between costumes and desires blurred in the fog of passion.

As Ethan collapsed against Zach, he pulled the masked figure closer, feeling their shared heartbeats. The post-coital silence settled into the trailer—two breaths mixed in satisfied chaos, surrendered at last.

“I guess that stunt went better than expected,” Ethan murmured, still caught in the aftershocks of their encounter.

“Can we do it again?” Zach chuckled softly, his voice muffled behind the mask.

“Only after we switch back!” Ethan laughed, pulling away slightly to meet Zach’s gaze, feeling a warmth in his chest as they both caught their breath.

The trailer held echoes and stories now—nothing like any script they’d face together ahead but rather the thrilling chapters they would continue to weave together—exploring these uncharted territories against the wild beats of their authentic selves.

[jagawriterr]

I dream of reading something about the Predator and the reader in the shower. That would be good.

Pairing: Predator x fem!reader Warnings: masturbation, fingering, pussy licking 18+ mdni!!! A/N: It can be a bit chaotic, but Dishan'de does that to my brain coils.

You could the pungent smell of sweat and moisture in the air. The rising mist of hot water and the loud clicking of Dishan'de.

He exposed his naked body, shivered as the first drops of hot water fell on his mangled body, washing fresh scars.

His skin glistened in the bright bulb light, creating reflections between the light and the pouring water.

The sight knocked you off your feet. You couldn't look at him. He was really great. The giant son of a bitch you wanted. He just wanted a good bath after a difficult mission. rest. Good night. Rest and relief in the arms of him beloved.

He rested his hand on the wall. He felt the cold from the tiles seeping through his body. The current that mercilessly drilled into his skin. He was driving invisible pins between the hairs on his palm.

touched himself for a moment. those few innocent moments to feel relieved and overwhelmed.

You couldn't take your eyes off him. Not for a moment. You were numb. It feels like you're not here. But you were. You hid in the vestibule, between the showers and the cloakroom.

You never hid that you felt something more for Dishan'de. You were good friends. The memory of his touch while he tried to overpower you in training.

It's an overwhelming feeling. A flood of heat that overwhelmed you enough to make you blush. You couldn't stop blushing. Shame flooded you. Overpowered. He made you withdraw enough so that you could only think of him as a friend again.

It didn't take long.

You sank your hand between your thighs as you saw him start jerking off. He was excited. The hot water washed away his dirty thoughts and deeds. With each movement of his hand he was getting closer to the limit. The mounting tension towered over him. He felt close.

You heard a soft whisper coming from his mouth. Your name emerging from his lips. The syllables of your name. Shock, numbness and confusion. Heat hitting the body in waves. Overwhelm.

You entered his cabin. Being within reach of his hand made you feel a wave of elation again. You felt the excitement building up and the heat between your thighs. You buried your hands in his body. The skin on his back tightened.

He turned to you, looked into your shining eyes, stroked your already wet hair. He leaned in and placed a light kiss on your cheek with his tongue. The jaws moved freely. He wrapped his arms around your hips.

Dishan'de snuggled close to you, stroking your wet back gently, his claws drawing long scars. You held him in your arms, soothing his nerves from the heavy mission. He brought his mandibles closer to your breasts. The combination of the feel of his tongue and his hand digging between your thighs deepened the sensation of swelling that was churning in your core. You couldn't stop thinking about it. You couldn't stop anymore. Stop him from what he wants to do. What his hand had wanted to do for a very long time.

He dreamed about it.

He wanted it. You threw your head back. You closed your eyes and a louder moan escaped your lips. It was the most tender, gentlest touch. Suffocating and provocative. You felt his hand making small circles through your folds. You felt it teasing your clit.

"I like the way you react to my touch, little girl"

He said tenderly as he caressed your swollen clit wanting more. Your pussy was on fire. His tongue dug into your breasts as he slid his finger inside you. You felt a sudden wave of heat spread through body. You moaned loudly as he began to stroke him, sparing no time. His blue tongue circled on the wet skin of your neck as he fingered you.

"So wet, just for me"

He whispered as you felt him insert a second finger into you. You listened to his growls and moans as he fingered you hard. You didn't want this moment to pass too quickly. You wanted to savor this moment. Be here just for yourself. Feel close. Belonging to yourself. Strengthen the bond that binds you.

He knelt in front of you, felt his hot breath on your thighs and the caress of his huge hands. He spread legs wider, draped them over his shoulders, and dug into the gap between your thighs.

He gently licked your folds with his tongue. you wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing heavily, tilted your head back, water seeping into the wrinkles on your face. You felt his tongue move deeper and deeper into where you wanted him the most. Where did you need him most. His eyes saw you. He looked at you, your face covered with a grimace of euphoria. You couldn't help but moan in pleasure as he penetrated you with his tongue.

The tension snaked like a snake, reaching deeper into you. You knew it was about to explode. This spiral will slowly begin to disintegrate. It will make you erupt like a volcano.

Too many. Too intense. There was no escaping it anymore. You felt the walls tighten against his tongue. The heat wave flooded you all over again. You lifted your hips in excitement. You covered your mouth with your hand so no one could hear your orgasm. U moaned into your hand, feeling the vibration of your voice and the intensity of the orgasm he was giving you.

He came out of you, saw you, naked before him, subjugated, provoked and satisfied. He loved giving you pleasure.