#and u only get wetter

[roylustang]

Personally I literally do not mind when the heat index is 103F but I just cannot do this humidity bro. I cannot live if my body can’t cool itself off.

[lxnarphase]

As a society we need to appreciate Suguru fingerfucking fem!reader as if it was nothing but an everyday task.

yes i have an indifference kink.

━━ ❝ INCOMING CALL : S. GOJO!!! ❞

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : suguru isn't going to let a phone call interrupt his wrist work out, especially when he realizes who's calling

☾₊‧⁺...cw : suguru geto x fem!reader ft. satoru gojo, smut, fingerfucking, pre-established relationship, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, begging, suguru and satoru being perverts, suguru is a bad influence

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : mmm iM A FREAK !!! sorry i couldnt help but throw gojo in there too for a lil extraness so i hope u like it, suguru is just a big meanie but i love it

"oh, satoru's calling."

beep.

"hey, satoru, what's up?"

he was annoying. so, so, SO annoying.

only suguru would have the fucking nerve to whine and beg for you to leave the comfort of your soft sheets on the bed on your rest day to sit on the couch next to him while he watches some game show.

only suguru would pat your thighs, muttering a little 'open up, baby' without taking his eyes off the screen, acting as if he's more into it than you.

only suguru would smirk as he slips his fingers inside your soft pussy, humming as he slowly feels you begin to soak his fingers, teasing you on how quickly you get wet for him.

and only suguru would answer his fucking phone to gojo satoru of all people while he plays with your pussy.

"ehhh? you want to come over? but you were just here this morning," suguru hums into the phone, acting as if his fingers aren't swirling circles into your clit. it's so unfair, he's so good with his hands that you aren't sure how you're gonna be able to stay quiet. satoru never knew when to shut up, especially on the phone.

"aww, but i didn't get to see pipsqueak today!"

that makes you huff, annoyance crossing your features. you were not that small! satoru and suguru were just! abnormally tall!

before you can even mutter a snide comment, suguru slips his fingers back into you, smirking when you gasp so sweetly. your gushing all over his slender fingers and he's relishing the tight heat that envelops him.

"aww, satoru," suguru fucking purrs into the phone, not missing the way satoru's teasing comments pause for a moment nor the way you shook him a look. you know that tone, you know it better than anyone.

suguru is up to no fucking good.

"you're right, you did miss her. poor thing was so tired from last night, she needed to sleep in." suguru's focus is back on the TV, voice mischievous as he picks up pace with his finger, wanting to see if he could get you to crack.

"s-sugu," you whimper, a hand coming to cover your mouth. you didn't want to get too loud, the embarrassment of satoru possibly hearing you sounding worse than death. suguru nearly groaned into the phone, feeling how you squeezed on him.

"awww, baby, thinkin' about satoru hearing you is getting you this wet? hm?"

suguru's grip on your thigh to keep you spread for him is firm, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he holds you in place. it's so unfair how he continues to multitask so effortlessly, his phone in his other hand away from his face so he can say such filthy things to you.

it's unfair because it's just making you wetter.

"it's so cute how you get so wet for me, soaking my hand just from two fingers...now shh, baby, i gotta talk to satoru," he coos at you, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, like he's not fucking your cunt open with those slender digits of his.

without hesitation, he maneuvers his fingers deeper into the plush, wet heat of your pussy, curling them in a way that made your body arch instinctively as he brings his phone back to his ear, talking to satoru like nothing is happening.

while satoru continues to talk suguru's ear off, you are struggling so bad. it's hard to stay quiet with the way he's touching you. you don't get it, why is he still on the phone? each stroke of his stupid fingers keeps you wound up, unable to think properly, which lets to a sweet whimper leaving you before you can stop it.

"shhh, keep it down, baby," suguru whispers, leaning closer to you, his breath hot against your cheek. "we don't want satoru to hear what a naughty little slut you're being for me, would we?" he's so cruel, his words only making you shiver at the thrill of the situation. feeling you clench on his fingers, he hums curouisly. "oh..? maybe you do. you wanna have satoru hear you get your pussy played with?"

you shake your head, not wanting to deal with the endless teasing from suguru and satoru from being in this situation. but while you was keeping your mouth shut, your pussy betrays you. you're so wet, the sounds of your cunt gushing and sloshing around his fingers start to get picked up by the phone, and satoru noticed.

he could fucking hear the wet slick noises of suguru's fingers messing up your soft slit, and the sound stuns him into silence. he glups, something suguru hears and can't help but smirk about.

he's got the both of you exactly where he wants you.

after a few moments of silence, satoru clears his throat.

"i-is, uh...is she there?"

he's...he's curious, so curious to see if suguru will keep playing this game, keep pretending like he's not fucking you open with his fingers so good that he can hear it through the phone. shit, he's getting so hard from this, he feels like a fucking perv.

suguru's eyes flash with something dangerous at satoru's shaky words, his smirk turning almost evil. you want to glare at him, do something for putting you in such an embarrassing situation, but you just can't. not with how good he's making you feel and how the thought of satoru hearing you makes your walls clamp on his fingers.

suguru maintains his composure, fingers never faltering their movements in and out of your dripping cunt. "mm, i dunno, satoru, what do you think," he asks coolly, his voice a seductive blend of mockery and affection.

"suguruuu, h-he's gonna hear me," you whimper as your arm reaches out to grip his wrist, trying to stop his fingers from moving anymore. it was so messy sounding, your face was on fire. god, why did you have to get so wet from suguru being so mean?!

your breaths come in ragged gasps, hips moving instinctively against suguru's hand, unconsciously seeking more. you just can't help it, he's playing with your pussy so good, it's making your brain mushy.

the squelching sound of your slick wetness is unmistakable to satoru. on the other side of the phone, he's got his phone squished against his ear as much as possible, desperate to hear all of your noises. he's...he's hard, but he can't touch, not yet, he doesn't want any distractions from this.

"fuck, i-i can hear her, suguru...i-is she really wet?"

"mhm. she's dripping, 'toru, all over the couch."

without missing a beat, suguru moves the phone closer to you, continuing work his fingers inside your dripping slit. if you say anything, he'd just smirk at you and say he's just repositioning so his hand doesn't hurt.

but you know he's moving it closer to give satoru a better chance of hearing all your noises. and it just makes you squeeze on his fingers, your juices dripping down his wrist.

"here, angel. talk to satoru for me, yeah?"

...oh, what the hell?

your brain is already fucking melting out of your ears, you don't even think about what would happen if you take the phone. your hand trembles as you take the phone, the other hand clutching at the couch cushions for support.

the moment you bring the phone to you, you can hear satoru's excited breathing, the anticipation practically radiating through the speaker.

"h-hi, satoru..." you manage to greet him, voice breaking as suguru finds another sensitive spot within you, his free hand now pressing down on your tummy as he really starts to fuck you with his fingers.

"h-hey, sweet thing," satoru tries to purr, but it just comes out like a desperate sigh, a mix of curiosity and arousal clear in his tone. "you...you sound so pretty..."

suguru doesn't relent for a moment, his pretty fingers plunging and twisting inside you. sure, he wants you to be able to talk to satoru, but that doesn't mean you have to be incoherent. no, he wants you to be unable to hold back those moans from him.

who cares if his best friend is on the other line?

"c'mon, princess, tell him how you're feelin'," suguru whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "let him know how good 'm makin' your pretty pussy feel right now."

his voice sounds so good in your ear, your grip on the phone tightening as you try to hold onto the last shred of your composure.

"s-sugu, don't talk t' me like that, fuck, 's so embarrassing..."

he knows you don't mean it, not when he feels your gummy walls clench on him like that. you like it, you like when he's mean, when he makes you talk to him and tell him how good he's making you feel. but it feels even better because you know satoru is gonna hear how good suguru, his best friend, makes you feel with just his fingers.

the sensation of suguru's fingers, slick and sticky with your arousal, moving relentlessly inside your soft pussy and pressing against that fucking spot that makes you gush all over his hands, is making having any coherent thought nearly impossible.

"s-suguruuu, i-i can't, 'm gonna—!"

on the other end, satoru bites his lip to muffle his groan, the mental image of the scene flashing in his mind. his mind is going blank as the wet sounds of his best friend's fingers and your labored breaths and broken little moans fills his ears.

but then, they stop.

you let out the prettiest little moan and satoru feel his cock throb in his sweats, the feeling of precum leaking out making him shiver.

god, he wants to hear you like that all the time...

"s-suguru, why'd you—?"

"are you coming over or not, satoru? wouldn't you rather see her than hear her? if you come over, i'll teach you how t' make her squirt."

that seems to be all it takes to get him to keen, a high pitched and pathetic whimper coming from satoru's end of the call. who knew suguru could get the strongest to make such a sound just from a simple set of words?

"i'm on my way right now, please, don't let her cum without me there."

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COULD U DO MATTHEO X F READER DURING HER OVULATION WEEK AND SHES SUPER NEEDY AND HORNY? (Pls I’m ovulating and craving ur fics so bad babe😭🙏🧎🏼‍♀️)

I love how feral this is lmfao -

𝐍𝐨 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐬 | 𝐌.𝐑.

Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Established Relationship, Dark Fic, Violence, Language, Mention of drugs and alcohol, Slight fluff, Public Affections, Possessiveness, Smut (+18), Dirty Talk, Touch starvation, Fingering, Humping, Grinding, Whining, Sub/Dom Undertones, Blood Kink, Fighting Kink?, Squirting, Major Degradation, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink, Slight Humiliation Kink

The night is deep, and the dungeon is dim as a few sunken eyes peer curiously at you while you make your way through the crowd. Seeing you emerge from within the walls of your private dorm room was a rare and curious sight for everyone involved. It was especially rare for you to embed yourself amongst your fellow pupils shenanigans, seeing yourself as above such baseless devilment.

You were not here for them.

You were scanning the crowd for him because an unfamiliar warmth had been festering inside your stomach and it had propelled your feet forward, until you reached the very centre of the Slytherin soiree commencing in the common room.

Your core is still aching with the after affects of your fingers as you manoeuvre your way through the party. You were touching yourself under satin sheets only moments ago-spurred on by the imaginings of his bloodied fingers slipping inside you, stabbing your cunt until you mewled like a useless whore and he affirmed you as such. His recklessness and delinquency cracked something vital in your brain and you felt yourself get wetter as you pushed through the crowd. You needed him to touch you, your body practically burned for him to absolutely ruin you, and you set out to do just that.

Although you had turned down a concoction of Firewhiskey from an already inebriated Ravenclaw student, your stomach burns with the anticipation of seeing him.

Feeling him.

Smelling his near constant fragrance of Firewhiskey along his lips. You were never clingy but you wished for nothing more than to be in the presence of your insufferable and clingy boyfriend.

A month into your courtship, and you had failed to bring up how much of his habits bypass all sensibilities in your brain. If only he knew how much his recklessness brought about an unmistakable moisture in between your thighs. That,coupled with his bruised and bloody knuckles, spurred on your need, especially during this time of the month.

It had been easy to maintain your composure throughout the rest of the month, effortless, even. Detachment and independence was a by-product of your personality, showing up in the way you shied away from Mattheo's public affections and always appearing uninterested in any of his verbal charms.

One such occasion; you had found him taking up purchase on your bed after an incredibly tiresome day as a Slytherin prefect.

"Make yourself scarce, Riddle. I'm not in the mood," He, of course, was delighted in your indifference- truthfully, he basked in it. Mattheo was somewhat of a masochist, craving the attention of someone so emotionally detached. The very second he noticed how unaffected you appeared with his shenanigans. He might as well have transfigured into a mermaid, because he was hooked.

"How easy you are to repel my affections," He said, letting a bandaged hand fall on his chest as he lay supine like a starfish on your Satin sheets, "How swiftly you deny my companionship-"

"Dont you have any orphans to torture?"

You mourn the past you... how indifferent she had been.

How utterly in control!

The bed dipped as he slithered closer, letting a hand rest on your shoulders as he began to knead the tense muscle there.

"Don't I get a 'How was your day, Riddle?' How did you sleep, Riddle? How did you acquire these bruises, Riddle, and I hope you looked hot doing it, Riddle" it was then that you glanced at the hand on your shoulder. Busted knuckles bred bloodied and broken skin. Riddle's hand was a smorgasbord of cuts and bruises that disappeared up his black, cotton sleeve shirt. You ignored the useless warmth knotting in your core as you continued to undo your shoelaces.

"I needn't ask you because I know you were in the centre of yet another degenerate fight," you had said, burying all the feelings of need amongst your usual, scholarly distractions.

"You love it"

"I hate it actually. It makes me question my affiliation with you.

"You say that princess, but you secretly love it"

You did love it, and right now, distracting yourself is not an option. You watch with bated breath as the object of your affections walks into the Slytherin common rooms. There are plenty of bodies swaying in the dungeons illuminated by various Ravenclaws who have casted Lumos

You see Riddle across the room, head thrown back while he nursed a cup of Firewhiskey. When his head comes back, he sees you too, he raises his cup and he pushes himself off the wall to lessen the distance between you. Your legs certainly achieve a quicker gait as you push past the swaying bodies and soon enough you're bombarded by firewhiskey, with an undercurrent of sweat and leather.

The second you’re close, Riddle lowers his cup on the desk, already having his explanations ready for the impending combat. "If you think I'm gonna let you take my freedom away again, you’re fucking crazy. I'm barely buzzed and I'm getting drunk, or high by the end of this night and there's nothing you-" But your fist is already digging into the softness of his button up shirt and your lips are open as you force them onto his.

Right there, in the open.

Mattheo is naturally stunned, possibly discombobulated.

Had he really gotten higher than he thought?

Did that fucking Hufflepuff make him a stepped on joint?

Frankly, he couldn't care less, and as the shock of it all wore down, and he could feel you begin to slip away, Mattheo slithers his battered hand around your waist and pulls you impossibly close. He smirks into the kiss, as he brings his hand up, fingers gliding across your collarbone, while the other hand lingers around your waist.

"What happened to your hand?" It is a question that threatens to burst the bubble established between the two of you. Why would you ask him this? Why would you bring him back to the events of earlier today when you were so prettily malleable in his hands right now?

"Nothing,"

"Matt..." You say, clouding your words with innuendo, which has him looking up at you with furrowed brows.

"Nott," Is all he says before he buries himself in the crook of your neck. His proximity awakens something animalistic inside of you, it pushes you to the depths of your lascivious desires and has you melting right there on the dance floor. All around you, fellow Slytherins continue to sway to the beat, letting the thrum of the enchanted muggle music speak for them. You throw your head back, gasping at the overwhelming need pooling in your core as Riddle begins to send reckless kisses down your collarbone, all while you imagine beating another guy silly. You blame your cycle. You blame your body. You blame every single hormone responsible for allowing you to emit such a wanton moan so openly in the very centre of a crowd.

"Who do I have to kill in order to get this reaction out of you everyday?" Mattheo is panting, with his hazel eyes dilated (whether from pleasure or substance, you might never know). Who do I have to curse in order to get you to be this slutty for me every single day?" His breathing is shallow and audible, even through all the noise. Mattheo's mind is foggy and the party guests are reduced to a memory. The only image he's able to conjure up is his lips between your wet folds - his tongue eager to find the source of your need while you moaned above him and kneaded your own breasts in a slutty haze.

"I need you, Mattheo," it was fucking infuriating to admit but the wetness has completely soaked through your underwear and a fresh scar is present in the corner of Mattheo's eye. There's a slight red smudge under his nose, and his knuckles are red and angry at the best of your neck, cradling your head close to his.

"Say that again-"

"What? No, I will not fucking-"

Mattheo's grip on your neck immediately unhooks and he detangles your limbs but before he ventures any furthers you're pulling him down to you and with your lips to Mattheo's greedy ears you angrily mutter, "I fucking need you. I need you really badly,"

He stares in your desperate, dark eyes with wonder and awe before letting your wrist be enclosed by his iron grip. Soon, you're being dragged through a Slytherin party with a boy adjusting the front lf his pants and barking orders at the drunken strangers to move before they fucking died.

Just as you succeed in cutting through the crowd a voice stops both of you in your tracks.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, Riddle," the voice booms from over the thumping bass of whatever muggle music was enchanted over the dungeon. Mattheo's gaze cuts away from you, but before he turns completely away, a slow Cheshire cat grin curls at the ends of his lips.

"That threat has grown so unimaginably tedious after years of overuse, Theo but I can't do this right now-" His sentence has already been cut short by an audible blow to his lower jaw. Theo Nott blocked your path towards the darkened hallway, leading to your dorm room and you're left wholly unsatisfied as Mattheo is sent barreling backwards. He lets go of your hand, stopping to wipe the wetness at the corners of his lips and checking to see if it's blood. It is. And something scratches inside of you.

The Prefect inside you wants to intervene but an even darker part of you tells you not to.

Theo is livid, and his wide chest rises and falls as he descends on Mattheo,

"Why the fuck am I being told by Draco of all people, that I can't play Keeper because I'm stuck in the hospital wing-"

"Theo, I really don't have the time for this-" Mattheo begins, but Theo cuts him short,

"Are you trying to steal my fucking place, Riddle?"

Mattheo's voice is leveled as he raises his fingers and says, "Okay, first off, yeah, I am. Obviously I'm trying to take your place. You're a shit Keeper and secondly, I've got somewhere to be," Theo's barreling towards Mattheo once more.

A silly, borderline maniacal smirk explodes on Riddle's face before he makes the shotgun decision to charge and lands a punch at Theo's jaw, allowing for the taller boy to stagger backwards. Your shoulders jump, and you flinch at the sickening sound as you watch with a wide gaze as Mattheo nurses his hurt hand. Theo is a raging bull, but Draco appears from the crowd, with a firm grip on Theo's shoulder. A stern, quiet reprimand.

At the exact same moment, Mattheo's hand finds yours and he smirks as he stalks past Nott, wiping away at his chin as he leads you towards your dorm.

The quietness within is almost jarring compared to the noise out there and as soon as the door closes, Mattheo's lips descend on your neck, "I know, I know," He sighs heavily, as he brings his hand up to your shoulder, "I’m sorry. I just hope I haven't ruined the vibe-"

"I want your fingers inside me, Riddle." He stills at your quiet command, and you leave him standing by the door as you pad over to your bed. "I don't know why, but I just need you, okay? And my own fingers aren't quite doing the trick and I keep thinking about how fucking crazy you are and-", You sigh as you sit at the foot of the bed. Lifting the skirt of your dress, Mattheo watches in the dimness of your room as you venture your fingers under your dress and hook them into your panties. He walks towards you, propelling the wings of the butterflies in your stomach.

All he says is, "Which hand?" He doesn't know why he asks, but he does and his voice is barely above a whisper as he hopes you pick the right answer. His cock twitches in his underwear at the thought of seeing his blood on your skin.

Mattheo stops in between your legs, causing the fabric of the dress to rise while a breeze drifts over your soaked pussy. You bend forward and reach for his bloodied hand.

"I want your fingers inside me,"

Mattheo's resolve immediately snaps and his hands grip tightly at your hips, pushing you backwards and exposing your wet core to him.

"You're fucking dripping through the sheets like a slut- you're a fucking slut,"

Excitement. It rushes through you like a wave of magma at the neediness in his own voice.

Matheo rushes to rid both of you of the excess fabric, casting Evansco, until all he can see is your warm, glistening skin.

"Oh my fuck-" Mattheo's voice cracks as he stares down at your aching cunt, his fingers almost instinctively rubbing over the wetness.

"Touch your breasts," He commands, "I wanna see you do it,"

Your eyes pierce into his dark ones as you bring a shaky hand up towards your puckered nipples. The smallest brush elicits a violent streak of pleasure which would have occupied your entire mind were it not for Mattheo's long fingers already stabbing into your dripping cunt.

"Fuck, you're so wet," He whines, unconsciously burying his hips into the sheets at the foot of your bed as he watches. He is utterly transfixed by his middle and ring finger disappearing into your cunt. Every time they sink deeper your mind gets filled with images of Riddle's unrest and violence. You're utterly wrecked with the thought of his bloodied fingers being inside you, touching the most private parts of you.

"Pick up the pace, Riddle,"

"Shut the fuck up," He mumbles as he takes his time in exploring the very depths of you. Your voice soars to higher octaves as you feel your first orgasm cresting quite literally against your will. How utterly embarrassing, to cum so quickly.

"You're fucking squeezing my fingers- fuck-" You're desperately humping at his hand, hoping your hips might achieve the feat of sinking his fingers further into you. "You're humping my hand so fucking well." His cock aches as he continues to grind it into the sheets, in tandem with your swollen cunt taking his fingers.

"Are you seriously going to cum so soon? Are you that desperate to get fucked-" Your cunt spasms around his fingers and you're moaning as you squeeze your sensitive breasts, already soaring to the heights of your orgasm. Your screams rival the music outside but Riddle never tells you to keep quiet, instead he watches with hungry eyes as your body melts into its orgasm.

"Look at what the fuck you've done," Mattheo's words have you slowly coming back to earth, but not quite... his voice is heavy with lust as you raise yourself by your elbows. Your stomach sinks as you watch Mattheo, he's frozen in front of you, with his head lowered and his gaze on his palm.

"I-I'm sorry-" Your sheets were soaked with your release, leaving a visible damp spot. You squirted everywhere.

"You're gonna do that on my cock," before you can comprehend your words Mattheo already has his cock positioned at your wet folds.

"I'm going to fucking cum inside you and you're going to take it, yeah?" The serious shadow in his darkened eyes hold no room for negotiation, you'd never seen Mattheo quite this serious because seriousness just didn't run in his bloodstream. However, he's utterly ruined by your neediness, needing to take advantage of your compliance before it slipped through his fingers.

"Oh my fuck- Mattheo!"He pulls your hips towards the edge of the bed and his cock forces itself through your folds, until Mattheo is quite literally fucking you with reckless abandon.

"Matt- I can't-'' You're still riding on the sensitivity of your previous high and you think Mattheo could be a little mindful of this but his goal, it seems, is to leave you overstimulated.

"You can," he mumbles, with his eyes squeezing shut before he quickly opens them, wanting to see every emotion flowing over your face.

"You're a slut but you're not a useless slut, are you?" You tits bounce with every movement of Mattheo's hips, and you're shaking your head despite the fog. Your cunt is squeezing the life out of his cock and you feel him pushing at a very sensitive part of you.

Your head is buried in the pillows as your back arches and you swallow him deeper.

Mattheo bends forward, his hips quickening into a needy, restless rut as his teeth sink into the skin around your nipples.

"FUCK-" The pain bleeds into pleasure which streams into your next orgasm. Riddle moans around your skin, suckling at your nipple while he fucked you like he is as touch starved as you are.

"I'm cumming, Matt-" The fact that you're still able to form words is a complete and utter mystery because, not a second later, you're exploding around his cock. A gushing, clear liquid rushes through you while your lips chant his name like a prayer.

"I'm going to fucking breed you, baby- oh fuck, you're so pretty squirting around my cock-" the cracks in his voice; the desperation laced on every word has him cumming inside you, pushing his hips with every spurt of warmth.

You're still shuddering when Mattheo slumps over you. You're both huffing and puffing and basking in each other's release with his cock still very much inside you. "You're getting a contraception potion from Madame Pomfrey tomorrow," you can do nothing except nod as your satisfaction settles.

"I'll come with you," He says.

[eatfishies]

Intoxicated By Your Sweet Taste 🔞

summary: Zayne thinks he hasn’t given you much attention due to his work.

or

Pussy drunk! Zayne can’t get enough of you.

word count: 2k tags: NSFW, zayne x reader (afab), no plot just filth, oral sex, oral fixation, cunnilingus, clit play, swearing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, overstimulation, coming multiple times, domestic fluff at the end, pet names, breeding kink, creampie, established relationship fish notes: as always, pls heed the tags ~ nevertheless, this fic was inspired by this twt here ! hope all of u enjoy <3 ── ao3 link ★ ˙ ̟ | my twt !

It was past midnight when the door creaked open, revealing a tired looking Zayne. She was already in bed, snuggled up with the plushies her dear lover got for her. Zayne smiled at the sight before striding towards her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

That action caused her to stir, fluttering her eyes open to look at her partner. “You’re back.” She mumbled sleepily.

Zayne gently stroked her hair, lulling her back to sleep. “Go back to sleep, love.” He said as he continued to play with her hair.

“I’ll only sleep if you do too.” She replied, which earned her a small smile from Zayne.

Once he had finished showering, she couldn’t help but marvel at his chiseled chest, glistening with droplets of water, running down ever so slowly. She tore her eyes away, feeling a little bit flushed.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by her observant lover though as Zayne pointed out, “Weren’t you half awake earlier? It seems like you’ve got your attention elsewhere now.”

She didn’t even bother to attempt and deflate herself because it’s true. She is enjoying this view very much.

Just like that, she hoisted herself up and had her eyes solely on him. Desire and lust coursing through her veins. “Yeah… you’re not wrong. It’s because you’re so fucking hot, you know that?”

A chuckle rumbled out of Zayne, a little surprised by her bold declaration, considering how sleepy she was earlier. “Ah, so that’s what caught your attention?”

Before she could even reply, Zayne is already making his way to the bed. Her eyes widened slightly as he pushed her down gently, making her gaze up at him.

“Have I neglected my darling? Am I not pleasuring you enough?” He spoke as his face inched closer. She felt her breath hitched in her throat as the pit of her stomach coiled with pure lust.

The words she wanted to say were caught up, speechless by the sudden mood change. She bit her lip, “What are you gonna do if I say yes?”

Thick, strong fingers found its way to cup her face, “Then I shall take it upon myself to satisfy you until all your needs are met.” Without any hesitation, Zayne closed the distance between them and passionately kissed her.

She gasped as his other hand went to grab her hips, keeping her firmly in place as his tongue explored her mouth. Every ounce of sleepiness she had in her quickly vanished, instantly replaced by a primal hunger for him. She needs, no, she yearned to be one with him. To feel him in every way possible.

“Don’t… hold back.” He murmured in between her lips before he moved to trail kisses down on her neck, eliciting moans and whimpers. She closed her eyes shut, taking in the pleasure she’s receiving as he continued to suck and bite on her neck, leaving behind marks.

It was just a pure coincidence that she decided to wear a nightgown but she’s thankful nevertheless since it gave Zayne easy access to slip his hand up and caress her soft skin, feeling her up. She can feel her pussy growing needier and wetter with each touch he makes.

She sucked in a deep breath when his fingers began to rub against her slick, “Someone’s excited.” Zayne remarked as he suddenly pulled his fingers away and moved down to crouch in between her legs.

Instinctively, she spread wide open, staring down at him. “So wet for me… you really want this, hm?” She nodded eagerly, “Please… I need it.”

The once impassive doctor morphed into something else entirely. His expression held a plethora of emotions behind them as he felt his own hardness beneath his towel. “Very well. Scream for me princess.”

Any sort of thoughts she conjured up turned into nothing the moment Zayne licked her drooling pussy. His tongue expertly flicked her clit as she laid back down on the bed and writhed in intense pleasure.

“F- fuck! Zayne… hghh!” She moaned out as Zayne lapped at her needy cunt, savoring all of her wetness, wanting to taste all of her.

Her hands immediately tugged onto his hair, pulling him closer to her crotch as she screamed out his name repeatedly. It was too good that she could barely keep still, Zayne held onto her thighs to stop her from squirming.

The familiar pit in her stomach intensified, itching her closer to release. “Hahh…! Z- Zayne! I’m close, I’m so close!” She whined out, to which he kept tonguing her entrance vigorously until she arched her back and came all over his face.

Zayne pulled away slightly and licked his lips. There are traces of pussy juice on his mouth but he didn’t care. Not when his precious sweetheart tastes so divine. Before she could even beg him to put his hard shaft inside her, she gasped once she felt Zayne’s tongue on her folds again.

“W- wait! I… I just came!” She exclaimed, feeling like her legs were gonna give out from pleasure. But Zayne paid no mind as he resumed his ministrations on her sopping wet cunt. Even after orgasming, her pussy still throbbed for more.

At this point, she’s pretty sure she’s on cloud nine, especially when Zayne sucked on her nub, making her tremble. Green eyes observing her movements, watching as she moans and whimpers. Looking beautiful like this, Zayne wanted to keep this memory etched into his mind forever.

It was unbearable, she tried to push him away but he kept a strong grip on her legs, his tongue relentlessly flicking her eager pussy, swallowing all of her juices. He can feel himself getting intoxicated by her dripping cunt. There is nothing more rewarding than coming home everyday and getting to lap at her entrance like a starved man whilst also relishing her delightful sounds.

“C- coming!” Her hands scrambled for purchase as she came undone. Zayne lifted his head and spoke in a raspy voice, “Did you feel good, honey?”

There was no single coherent thought in her mind right now. She couldn’t even think properly, it’s all a muddled mess, too foggy with pleasure. Sensing her pliant demeanor, Zayne moved to her side, brushing off the strands of her hair from her face.

“You’re so good for me, dear.” Was the only thing she heard before Zayne trailed his fingers down to caress her inner thighs, igniting goosebumps all over. She weakly muttered, “What are you doing?” Instead of responding, Zayne leaned down and pecked her lips. “Are you a good girl for me?”

His finger easily slipped in her gaping pussy, thrusting it in and out, earning a mewl from her. She bit her lips, “T- too sensitive... Zayne…” She clutched onto his arm, looking at him with glassy eyes.

“I said, are you a good girl?” Zayne repeated his question but this time, he inserted another finger in, taking away all of her last resolve.

“Mhmm… ah! Yes! Yes!” That further drove Zayne to keep plunging his fingers deep inside her gummy walls.

It has been hours since Zayne has been pushing her far off into her limits. Sleep be damned as he is now lapping up at her loose, dripping cunt. She could only let out soft mewls and moans whenever he skillfully buried his head in between her thighs. No amount of protest could get him to stop. It’s like Zayne has been possessed by an insatiable lust demon or some sort, at least that’s what she thought.

Tears stained her cheeks as she stared at Zayne who was lazily eating her out. “Zayne… please…”

He gave her pussy one last lick before meeting her teary gaze, “Please what?”

“Please… fuck me…” She pleaded, her hands reaching out to pull him on top of her. “You’ve been torturing my pussy non-stop… I want to make you feel good too.”

“Ah, I see. So, my needy princess wants it that bad?” He spoke as he discarded his towel. It’s kind of amazing at how he managed to hold back his desire to mount her completely, especially since she looked ravishing like this. Blissed out and glowing from the amount of orgasm she lets out.

She nodded eagerly, “Give it to me, please? I’ve been so good.” To emphasize, she wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to close the gap between them and feel his body against hers.

“I guess someone deserves it, after all.” With ease, Zayne lined his cock on her entrance, sliding it in and immediately began to thrust.

While their love-making session was always tender, albeit sometimes a bit passionate, it was never really like this. Intense and unrelenting with vigor as Zayne continued to pound into her deep. Her cunt spasming and clenching tightly around his cock. “Fuck… you feel so wonderful around me, sweetheart.”

Even if she wanted to say something, each thrust made her eyes roll back. Her mind is running into an overdrive as Zayne picks up his pace, unfaltering and burning with the need to come inside her.

Noticing Zayne’s furrowed brows and his eyes closed shut, “Come for me. Come inside me, baby. Want you to breed me.” She spoke, her voice laced with urgency and desperation.

At last, Zayne thrusted inside her hard before stilling, heaving and burying his face in her neck. She smiled at him dazedly as she cards her fingers through his hair. When Zayne pulled out, he watched in fascination at how her cunt drooled with cum. The sight alone made him want to ravage her right then and there, but he knew, they both had to sleep.

So, instead, Zayne helped clean her up and cuddled her as they both drifted off to slumber.

Something was wet… and there were sounds of shuffling. When she woke up, her eyes widened as she saw Zayne languidly circling her clit with his tongue. “H- huh?” She uttered out, confused and yet, Zayne only mumbled out, “Lay back. Let me please you once more before I leave for work.”

How could she refuse when her lover had asked so sweetly? She did as he instructed and laid back down on the soft bed, letting him spread her wide open. At this point, she had lost track of how many times she came, especially from last night.

This time, Zayne made sure to take his time, flicking her folds ever so slowly. One part of her felt like he was torturing her but another part of her couldn’t help but preened at how good it feels when he’s savoring her like this.

The morning sun casted a soft glow around the room, making this even more enjoyable as she focused on Zayne, tasting every drop her cunt oozed, not letting any of it go to waste. The slurping sound reverberated across the walls as she flushed.

Despite coming so many times, the familiar pit in her stomach still lingered, coiling and intensifying as she neared her climax. “Hghh… Zayne… baby, I’m so close.” She meekly mewled out, her legs shaking. Zayne sucked on her nub and sneakily thrusted a finger into her cunt, scissoring her whilst he ate her out.

Just like that, it was enough to drive her to the edge. She came, hard on his face. Her vision blurs and she shuts her eyes closed, letting the euphoria wash over her.

She faintly heard Zayne uttering a soft, “I love you” to her before getting up and tucking her in bed.

The second time she woke up, she found that Zayne had already left for work. She groggily got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. There, she found a plate of breakfast ready made for her and a bouquet of flowers.

Her body was sore all over but this gesture made it all worth it. Smiling, she walked up to the table and picked up the bouquet, smelling the flowers before sitting down and stuffing the food, the tiredness fading away and was replaced by hunger.

Luckily for her, she had a day off today and was able to cozy up at home until Zayne comes back. He gave her a fond smile as he placed the bag on the coffee table, “I got you macarons from the cafe. What do you feel like having for dinner? Let me cook for you.”

Safe to say, she is indeed a lucky girl to be able to love and be with Zayne.

[anantaru]

who do u think gives the best head? and who do u think needs a little help in that department?

including. zhongli, neuvillette

warnings. oral (fem! receiving), fingering, fem! reader

— zhongli + best head giver

with his hands cupping your breasts, greedily squeezing them, within the same breath, zhongli's tongue seeps and licks into your hole, your body clenching miserably beneath him as he makes your cunt twitch and grind into his face— and it's the way you did it, addicted by the trace of his wet muscle, the mind altering licks of his hot saliva covering your folds.

he was a natural at this, but was it a little intimidating? yes, but zhongli would always make you feel like you're the only one he wants to do this to, all night long— after all, his experience was unmatched to any other and per your request, he begins to add a finger to your hole, slowly pushing it inside while wrapping his lips around your clit.

he quietly hums into your achy flesh before suckling your pearl harder and harder into his mouth, your eyes basically rolling back into your head when he does it again, pumping his finger in and out, sucking on your clit— and your throat was tight, painfully so, your moans sharp and biting, it was nearly too overwhelming to receive the rapture he gave you.

the pleasurable vibrations and zhongli's inability to remain quiet only turned you hotter, your skin on fire and pussy aching to be filled by not just a single finger, no, but him, his thick, pulsing cock only waiting to be freed from the tight confinements of his pants.

you arch your back blissfully, moaning shamelessly while reaching down to press his head further into your cunt, flinching each time you noticed the sensitive pulsing of your pussy at his licks and finger curling up to your sweet spot, your core pulsing pulsing pulsing, feeling full, you want him deeper and deeper and deeper, while you cannot possibly stop getting wetter.

— neuvillette + loves when you show him

you have to be honest with yourself, and well, why would you lie about it in the first place but hearing neuvillette's pleas and feeling his warm, wet kisses all over the insides of your thigh installed a sense of deep pride in you— here, he hovers over your wet cunt, the smell of sex and want hanging in the air as he keeps your thighs spread with his bare body, telling you to show me how you like it, yeah? where you want it the most.

it feels so good rubbing your clit for neuvillette, you could feel your body constricting and practically screaming for him to do it instead, but no, not for now, before he actually fucks and pleasures you, he begins to lick up into your hole messily, his terrifyingly long tongue rushing in and out of you so quickly that catching your breath was becoming a strenuous challenge.

his fast movements enact a special kind of flame all over your body, it's vivid and radiant, dancing over the slopes of your curves and manifesting goosebumps on your juddering flesh. his eager licks and sucks of tongue thundering on top of you always— buzzing over your head, prancing down your body, melting your heart.

you flinch and your body rewires, feeling the drags of your thick, sticky fluid, both yours and his, trickling down the insides of your thighs, dripping on the mattress, leaving a trail behind your ass like a lowly snail.

it's so wet down there and neuvillette couldn't stop but look at it, it's perfect, he finds it so arousing and realises you had done it for him— you're just so fucking hot, he swears he tastes the faintest traces of a taste like honey on his tongue whenever he eats you out— and he welcomes it, sinks gratefully against you while you gasp and choke at the sensation.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[rowarn]

hear me out....

afab!reader, no prns, simon is smitten <3, cunnilingus, wet&messy, creampie !!!

; in which simon cucks some poor guy for flirting with u <3

going out with simon to a bar one night. simon thought u looked so precious dressed up just for him. he's got that "wear what you want, i can fight" mentality as he should.

some random guy slides up to your table with a cheesy smile and a bravery that surprised even simon. he was sitting right there and the guy didn't bat an eye. that was unusual — simon was a big guy with an intimidating stare to go along with it.

and you - a little too polite and sweet to tell the guy flat out to fuck off, gives simon an apologetic little look.

and fuck, simon thinks, you're so precious. you really melt his heart.

the guy makes some corny joke about a threesome, condescension dripping from his voice as he really thinks you would choose him over simon. the bloke really believed you would go home with him.

simon finally interjects from where he has been nursing his whiskey and just watching — making very sure the guy didn't cross any lines beyond making a fool of himself in front of you.

"sure why not?" he says, concealing a grin when the guy turns to gawk at him, asking if he was serious.

and that's how you wind up in a hotel — simon would never allow some random asshole into your shared home.

the second you all stepped in, simon pulled up a chair and directed the guy to sit while simon "got you ready". the guy was thrilled, it tickled simon something fierce.

and you, still so sweet for him, cling onto and pepper kisses on simon's face the second he's within your reach. he adores it. adores you.

simon gives the poor idiot a show, pinning your knees to your chest and letting him marvel at how fucking pretty you are; pussy shiny with a sheen of your arousal. he bets the guy thinks it's all for him but no. you only get so wet and needy for simon.

simon eats you out like a champ — urged even more than usual by new eyes watching. simon has a point to prove.

you're whining and moaning, twitching in the cute way you do when simon rolls his tongue over the hardened bud of your clit and fuck, he's drooling. literally. it mixes with your juices and makes you even wetter and messier and he loves it.

he makes you cum on his tongue alone. hard. you gasp and sob, legs sweetly kicking out as he feels you throb on his tongue. usually he adds some fingers into the mix to prep you but not today. he wants you to feel the full stretch of him this time.

he thinks he hears the guy make some comment about how lovely you are and how he can't wait to have a turn with you.

'in your dreams maybe' simon thinks bitterly. he can't believe the guy thinks he can compare to him. simon knows for a fact the dude wouldn't even be able to make you cum — simons taken the time to learn your body, learn what you like and what you need before you even say it. simon has devoted himself to you and no one could ever compete with that.

simon turns you over and manhandles you into position on your knees, gently pressing down on your back so you lean down onto your chest. you're still trembling and twitching occasionally from the orgasm he can still taste on his tongue. he thinks it's adorable.

the guy pipes up, complaining and asking when he's gonna get a turn because his cocks so hard it hurts.

simon decided it's as good a time as any to break the news to him — you're not gettin' a turn mate. just enjoy the show, yeah?

the guy starts whining and complaining as simon slowly and carefully sinks into you. you're so wet and tight around him that he feels the breath punch out of his lungs.

his hand is careful as it wraps around the back of your neck, using the grip as leverage as he begins to rock into you. you're still getting used to being full of him — he hadn't prepped you properly so he knows it stings a bit.

you still sweetly coo and whimper as he moves slowly and carefully. before long you're grinding back against him, a silent request for more. and he's more than happy to provide.

soon enough he's fucking you like you deserve. you're crying out into the bed and creaming real nice around the base of him. you have the blankets wrapped tight in your firsts and you're so loud about how good he's making you feel.

simon chances a glance at the idiot in the room and see how intensely he's staring at you, mouth slightly agape and eyes lidded.

simon nearly puffs up in pride — you're his and he's fucking you so well for his audience.

he picks up the pace, the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your tender clit is intoxicating. your body trembles and twitches at the onslaught of stimulation. you cry out his name, praise him for making you feel so good.

simons grip changes to the front of your neck, carefully urging you up onto your knees with your back to his chest. he feels you clench around him when you're reminded of how fucking big he is compared to you — broad shoulders and huge hands that dwarf your own. he's built and firm against you, sturdy and safe.

in this new position, he can freely grope your bouncing tits as he resumes fucking you. he make sure to angle his hips to hit that sweet little spot inside you that makes your back bow against him and your eyes roll back in your head.

"look at me, love," he orders when you close your eyes.

when you do as he tells you, your eyes are teary and dazed — a testament to how well he's fucking you. how well he always fucks you.

you desperately reach for one of his hands, dragging it down your body to the apex of your thighs. simon wastes no time in pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit. your thighs twitch the second he starts circling the little bud, his fingers getting wet with your juices.

he can't resist craning his neck down to press his lips against yours. simon isn't big on kissing — he finds it to be almost too intimate. it's different from sex. it makes him feel a little too vulnerable for comfort. but in that moment he craves it. he needs to kiss you.

you give no warning when you cum. your nails bite into his arm but he barely feels it over the right vice grip your cunt has around his cock. you tremble and whine into his mouth, unwilling to break the kiss he had bestowed upon you.

you drench his cock, creaming and soaking him in your cum. it drops down his balls and your thighs and drives him to his own end.

"where do you want it?" he asks, although he knows the answer.

he just want s your guest to hear you say it. he wants him to hear how you beg to be filled with cum, how you whine to be stuffed nice and full.

"i-inside!" you gasp so sweetly for him that it melts his cold heart, "please, simon. want it inside!"

simon's head drops to your shoulder, burying his face in your neck as he gives you a few more mind-numbing thrusts into your still twitching pussy before he groans through gritted teeth and spills into you just like you wanted.

he pulls out quicker than he usually does just to watch his load drip out and soil your thighs that were covered in your own cum.

simon catches you when you slump, carefully lowering you onto the bed while you catch your breath.

the guy is still sitting there. they meet gazes and simon jerks his head to the side, indicating towards the door.

the guy huffs and stalks away, blue balled and unsatisfied but clearly he enjoyed the show if the bulge in his jeans was any indication.

simon can only hope he got his message across. <3

[yuuuhiii]

Geto teaching u how to give head

includes : 800 words , inexperienced!reader x geto suguru, smut, blowjob, explicit words,

Suguru knew you were inexperienced and he explained to you that it was okay and he’d be ready whenever you were. You always were thankful of how patient he was, he was fine with just satisfying your needs.

However one night you were feeling extra needy and wet. Suguru wasn’t helping either.

You know your boyfriend can’t help how extremely hot he is but the way his baggy shirt and sweats hugged his body was making your thighs clench.

Suguru knows you, probably even more than you do yourself. So of course he notices your squirming, setting a big hand on your thigh.

“You alright baby?” His deep voice resonates throughout the room only making your panties grow wetter.

You shake your head, your doe eyes peering up into his. He lazily smiles, rubbing your thigh, slowing inching to your heat.

“What’s wrong? You need me?” He lightly teases and you nod.

“Well you got me pretty.” He lets out an airily laugh yet you bite your lip.

Right before he’s about to sink to his knees to have a taste your words stop all of his movements.

“Sugu, can I suck you off?” He gulps, clearly caught off guard by your question, a small blush rising to his cheeks.

“A-Are you sure?” He almost whispers and you nod eagerly.

“If you’ll be patient with me.” You fiddle with your fingers.

“Of course I will baby, c’mere.” He pats his thigh, however instead of sitting on his lap like you usually do you sink to your knees in between his legs.

He’s already hard at just the sight of the position you’re in. He can’t believe that the day had finally come. He helps you pull off his sweats and you’re met with fully erect cock. You gape at his length, it lightly hitting your nose.

“Y-You’re already hard?” You whisper, your hot breath hitting his tip. He shudders, smiling dazedly.

“See what you do to me?”

You squeeze your thighs, finally wrapping your palm around him. He sighs, gaze already clouded with lust. You experimentally twist your wrist, tugging at his cock. He hisses, his lip tucked between his teeth.

“Fuck, good start.” He huffs out, throwing his head back.

The sight of him crumbing just from your touch spurs you on to make him feel even better.

“Alright, the tip is the most sensitive part, just like your clit ok?” He mumbles and you nod, staring directly at it.

The next moment your tongue lies flat along his slit, making him gasp.

“Oh fuck.” He moans, resisting the urge to buck his hips. It’s not like it was his first time getting head but god did you make him feel like a virgin.

“I-If you can’t fit me all in your mouth then just jerk the rest with your hands.” You nod, slowly leaning down to engulf him in your mouth.

The moment your mouth encased around his cock, taking him deeper and deeper he moans loud.

“Oh my god baby.” He says breathlessly, his hands making a makeshift ponytail with your hair.

You gaze up at him with your mouth stuffed full of his cock and he swears he can cum just from the sight.

“Alright baby, bob your head but make sure to watch your teeth yea?” You hum around him and he whines.

When you begin to move, you hollow your cheeks, growing faster by the second. He’s a moaning mess, chest heaving and slightly tugging at your hair.

“Ngh—good girl, sucking me so good.” He groans.

Before he can even ask you to your taking him deeper until his tip hits the back of your throat.

“S-Shit!” He jerks, his balls tightening. You gag around him and release his cock with a pop, slowly jerking his tip.

“M’not gonna last much longer.” He moans, he’s slumped into the couch, his thighs shaking a bit.

You wanted nothing more than your boyfriend to finish in your mouth so you pull out a trump card, something you read online.

Without warning you deep throat him once again and he whimpers. You keep his tip hugged against your throat and at the same time you swallow around him, one of your hand moving to massage his balls.

He gasps, his hips bucking against you. His legs twitch and against your hold you can feel his balls tighten.

“M’cumming!” He moans loudly, hunching over you.

His warm seed fills your mouth and you swallow everything you’re given. When you pull of of him he’s a mess.

“Fuck, baby I came a lot.” He lets out a raspy laugh. You place pecks along his softening cock and he jerks again.

“Hey don’t overdue it, you’re gonna make me hard again.” He holds your chin and you smile.

“Did you feel good?” You shyly ask and he smiles, pulling you next to him.

“Of course I did, you did such a good job for me pretty girl.” He whispers, kissing you needly.

His tongue enters your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue. You both moan in the kiss and his hands are gripping your thighs.

“Let me have a taste now yea?”

© yuuuhiii 24 : don’t plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms

[eiightysixbaby]

eddie x cheerleader!fem!reader cw: unprotected piv, creampie, spanking, they’re fucking in an empty classroom lol, eddie calls u a slut one (1) time

“that’s it, baby, take it,” eddie grunts, watching as your drooling cunt sucks his cock in without resistance.

it’s a good thing mrs. click had forgotten to lock her classroom door for the weekend, and it’s a good thing you’d let him convince you to sneak off in the middle of the basketball game to let him fuck you. he has your cheer skirt flipped up, your ass on display for him as he drives into you from behind. you gasp, your chest pressed against the table he has you bent over.

if the other girls on the squad saw you right now, holy hell. you’d be exiled from the team, exiled from the school. yet somehow, the thought of getting caught only made you wetter. fooling around with eddie in secret was the thrill of a lifetime, but you often fantasized about saying ‘fuck it!’ and kissing him at lunchtime or something to see the nuclear bomb reactions.

he had your hair gripped tightly in one fist, tugging hard to remind you of who exactly is in control here. you were soaked for him, you could feel your own arousal dripping down your thighs. every delicious inch of him was filling you, pulling out and ramming back in over and over and over in a glorious rhythm.

“eddie, fuck—” you moan as he delivers a swift smack to the soft flesh of your ass. “feel so fucking good.”

“I know I do, baby,” he purrs, smug as always. “but thanks for the ego boost.”

you’re nearly delirious, eyes rolling back in your skull as he fucks you even harder. a consistent string of moans leaves your mouth, and you squeal when he smacks your ass again.

“my god, baby,” eddie taunts. “being so fucking loud, it’s like you want us to get caught.”

you whine at his words, egging him on to keep talking.

“is that what you want, sweetheart? god, you’re such a fucking slut,” he sneers, yanking on your hair when your head starts to droop. “bet you’d just love it if your little friends walked in and saw you getting fucked by the freak.” he grits the last part through his teeth, and you feel yourself clench around his thick length.

“eddie,” you pant, “I’m gonna fucking cum,” you whine, incredibly pitiful for him. you’d be embarrassed if he wasn’t making you feel like you were about to transcend to a different universe.

“soak me, princess,” he grunts, hips smacking hard against your ass.

a few more thrusts and you’re gone, legs trembling as you cum hard around him with a cry of his name. he’s spilling inside of you soon after, gripping your hips so hard it nearly hurts. he watches in delight when he pulls out and his cum starts to leak out of you, dripping slowly down your inner thighs.

with two fingers he swipes it back up, fucking it back in to your abused pussy. you wince, standing on shaky legs as you fix your cheer uniform.

he leaves you with no more than a squeeze to the ass and a quick, hot kiss. but when you return to the gymnasium, mascara smeared and hair mussed out of its previous perfect ponytail, you don’t miss the way he winks at you from the back row of the bleachers.

[themultifanshipper]

hiiiiiiiii i love ur writing 😝!!! i have a request for a fic and it’s about reader riding max while he’s sim racing or likeee a “don’t move” situation 🤔.

okay thank u have a wonderful day 🧁🩷

Max had been sim racing with his friends for most of the afternoon, and you were sitting on his lap while they laughed at how down bad he was for you, letting you “intrude” on his stream.

What they didn't know was that from the waist down you were naked and dripping all over his cock.

Warnings: Exhibitionism?, kinky fuckery, Max is a bit of a sadistic bastard, edging, overstimulation, rough sex, slight degradation, fluff

It was all Max's idea.  He said if you were good during the stream he would reward you properly later.

He'd positioned the camera so that you weren't visible from the waist down, and he was free to tease you as much as he wanted while you squirmed in his lap.

Between races he would trail a hand down to your wet cunt, getting you to the edge with his fingers before retreating and sucking them clean, briefly cutting off the camera and pretending it was glitching as to not arouse suspicion.

After a few rounds of this you were out of your mind. You were almost delirious with need as you ground your hips down helplessly.

He was driving you truly mad, so you hatched a half baked plan in your mind. You wanted him to be just as affected as you were.

So the next time he cut the camera off, you moved quickly, freeing his cock from the confines of this shorts and fully seated yourself on it in one swift movement.

Luckily for you Max had his mic off by default, only switching it on to speak from time to time, because the sounds you and Max let out would have definitely let everyone know know exactly what you were doing.

“What the fuck are you- ohhh!”

It was downright pornographic, the way the stretch made a wanton moan spill from your lips, and a punched out groan was ripped from Max as his hands gripped your hips strong enough to bruise.

Unfortunately you barely had time to recompose yourselves before Max had to race again and turn his camera back on.

Fortunately none of the other guys seemed to pay you any attention as the race restarted and you had some time to adjust before the next break.

It's around that point that Max started losing. His concentration was wavering and he kept unconsciously thrusting his hips up in anger, panting as he struggled to keep himself in check.

The angrier he got, the harder his hips bucked into yours, and the wetter you got.

The next break couldn’t come fast enough as he switched the camera off again and immediately wrapped a hand around your throat and growled in your ear.

“If this is what you think being a good girl is you are very wrong” he hissed. “Do you have any idea how much trouble we'll be in if we get caught?”

You nodded and whimpered as his hand trailed down and started rubbing your clit while he thrusted into you from below.

You got to the edge, and just like before he stopped completely, stilling his hips and pulling his hand away to clean it of your juices.

“That's what you get for being an impatient cock-hungry slut” he said as you almost sobbed from being denied release again. “Now be a good girl and maybe, i'll consider not punishing you later.”

You shivered and nodded, letting him switch the camera back on to start the next race.

It was pure torture. He readjusted his hips every now and then and at one point you felt him twitch inside you.

It was too much, you felt yourself getting riled up again, so your trailed your own hand down and started circling your clit slowly.

The relief was instant, and Max being engrossed in the game didn't even notice, so you carried on the whole race, getting closer and closer to the edge.

Just as Max crossed the finish line, you unconsciously lifted your hips and dropped back down on him, just as he turned his mic on to say something to the others.

The words got caught in his throat and, thank god for his reflexes, he managed to switch both the mic and camera off before letting out the most bone-rattling groan you'd ever heard come out of his mouth.

He pulled out of you and turned you around so that you were facing him, hand back on your throat and pushed back into you roughly.

“Okay this is how this is going to go. You are going to bounce on my cock and get yourself off before the end of the next race. I'm going to leave the camera off, but the mic stays on, so you'd better be fucking silent, understood?” 

You could barely hear him through the blood rushing in your ears, but you nodded, drunk on the idea of finally being allowed to come.

“If you fail to get yourself off, or make a single sound, I will turn the camera back on and make you fall apart on my cock in front of all those people. Is that clear?”

You gasped and looked into his eyes.

You knew Max Verstappen. You knew when he was bluffing, and right now, he was deadly serious if the fire in his eyes was anything to go by.

He raised an eyebrow in question. “Colour?”

“Green” you whispered and he nodded before going to turn the mic on.

“Good. Get to work then” he clicked on the icon and you slowly raised your hips to start moving up and down his cock.

His girth always satisfied you, but right now it felt ten times better as you split yourself open on him, building up a pace that was slow enough to not make too much noise, but fast enough that you could get yourself off.

“Okay guys I'm back, but my camera has definitely given up on me now” Max said into the moc, not sounding affected at all by your movements.

You bit your lip as you tried to contain your moans. This was definitely the riskiest thing you'd ever done, and that's including the time Max had made you come during a phone call with Christian.

Sweat was dripping down your back, and your legs were quickly starting to burn as you chased your high. But for some reason it was just out of reach, the more you bounced, the farther away it seemed to get.

You started crying quietly out of frustration and stopped your motions, catching the attention of Max who up to now had been trying his best to ignore you.

He immediately saw your tears and wrapped an arm around you to hold you against his chest. He adjusted his position slightly so that he could thrust up into you gently before sliding a hand between you to rub circles on your clit with his thumb.

Your face was hidden in the crook of his neck but he didn't miss your soft hum as your hips rolled against his, and that's just what you needed to finally come after being on edge for literal hours.

You didn't even make a noise, the pleasure washing over you in waves and you just rode them, biting into Max's shoulder just to be safe.

Your juices were all over Max's thighs and the wet slide of your bodies, plus the feel of your drenched pussy clenching around him was almost enough to send him over the edge as well.

He finished his race, said goodbye to everyone with the camera still off, and turned off the stream completely.

He pushed at your shoulders gently to sit you back up.

“You okay, baby? Was that too much ?”

You shook your head, still riding the aftershocks of your orgasm. You surged forwards and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him tight.

He wrapped your legs around his waist and stood up, jostling you on his cock.

You moaned in overstimulation and he set you down on his desk in the corner, pushing you down to lay over the cool surface.

He groaned at the sight of your body, puffy cunt wrapped around his still very hard cock, your thighs were coated in your own slick and your shirt was wet with tears.

The personification of sin.

Max's dick throbbed at the sight.

“Can you do one more for me, baby?”

You nodded, already knowing what was coming the moment he set you down.

He started a fast pace, angling his hips up to pound into the spot that made you see stars.

Your body rocked back and forth over the desk, legs pushed against your chest and held down by Max's hands as he buried his cock into you with force.

His eyes were glued to where your abused cunt was stretched around him, taking all of him so perfectly.

“You’re such a good girl for me, baby. Taking me so well, fuck-” his hips slapped against yours as he got closer. “Always so perfect for me, this pussy's all mine, yes? All mine and I'm going to fill you so good baby”

He was babbling at this point, and you were barely holding on to your own sanity as your orgasms crept up on you simultaneously. His hand came down to thumb lazily at your clit and you shuddered.

He leaned over you to kiss you, but it ended up just being the two of you whining and panting into each other's mouths as you came together finally.

 

“I love you” he whispered into your neck as he cradled you in his arms.

“I love you too, Max. But next time I say yes to your shenanigans, slap me.”

He smirked at you. “We both know that wouldn't work, baby”

He winked and you punched him weakly in the chest.

Well, he wasn't wrong.  You were both kinky fuckers, that's why you went so well together after all.

[myblogforeverandalways]

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘎𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵- 𝘒𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨

u guys making me feel special with all these likes gahhh. I'll edit this a little later, but I have a small one-shot for you lovely :)

Köing was not only nervous but also a caring man. At the start of your relationship, he only cared about you and what you craved and truly desired. This touched your heart, a giant prioritizing your wants and needs, even in the bedroom.

Köing never went too rough, constantly checking if you were okay as he kissed you softly, thrusting slowly into your glistening cunt, wetness dripping down your thighs mixed with his thick cum. Ready to be cleaned off by him later as he groaned your name in a mess of English and German, his voice lustful and loving. Your whimpers would echo in the bedroom; you had never adjusted to his size, not with a cock that big, stretching your gummy walls each time you fucked, only to feel like your first time all over again.

Köing was indeed everything you could ever want. His soft touch and alluring eyes, his tall, possessive figure that would make you wetter just looking at him as he held your hand in public, fingers intertwined—he was all yours.

Your sex drive was already at a painful high, and Köing adored it, never wasting a second as those eyes that would flutter every time he pushed into you harder with pure ease, legs over his shoulders, shaking while he eyed you in pure lust, panting like a worn dog, just in pure admiration for your body. Your tiny hands that dug into his biceps as he begged to go faster, a primal urge that tried to control him before he filled your swollen pussy up but;

"No, not just yet, my love. You get to cum when I want you to~." You smirked, hands caressing his hair back, fingers intertwining, knowing this got to him.

You liked to see him beg, to struggle to hold his leaking cum.

Sensitive, aren't you König?

Sensitive to your silky folds, the squelching, sloppy noises as his strength diminished under you.

And poor König, trying so hard to pull himself together as he grunted, kissing your neck in desperation, his stubble tickling against your tender skin, a yearning desire that he craved every night. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively as you mumbled sweet words into his ear because he deserved it. He deserved to feel special.

And as he couldn't hold it any longer, sinking into you, seed spilling into your pretty pussy, your greedy fingers circled your clit, begging for a release in return.

Edit: Thank you for the reblogs on my last 2 posts! I'm forever grateful to every one of you! I've reached, somehow, 50+ likes!? Insane work, thank you, luvs <3

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: perv!wonwoo, established relationship, afab reader, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 2215

a/n: u can assume this is pt. 2 to this or just read on its own. they're not rlly connected at all but same premise 😭

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being wonwoo's girlfriend was quite an experience. when you'd first met the boy, - courtesy of an introduction through your mutual friend kim mingyu - he had seemed like an absolute gentleman. he was even a little more shy and reserved than most other guys, something you had found adorable during your first few dates. the shy looks and touches at the beginning of the relationship made your heart soar, but they didnt last too long. it wasnt until the relationship got a bit more serious that you got to know the real wonwoo.

although he still treated you like absolute royalty in every aspect possible, providing everything you could ever need and granting every wish you could even imagine, you hadn't realized how much of a pervert your boyfriend truly was until a few weeks into the relationship.

it wasnt like it was a huge issue. and its not like you were against his very obvious obsession with touching you, no. you welcomed it, even. who would be against the constant touch of a jeon wonwoo? denying him would feel like insanity for you, but it could sometimes get in the way of things.

it had just been getting out of hand as of late. you were on a call? too bad, he's rubbing his fingers on your pussy. need to wash dishes? he's eating your pussy from behind. gotta shower? he's stepping in and fucking you against the wall. you need to leave early in the morning? he's holding you back and fucking you into the mattress. your body was bruised and sore (in all the best ways possible) because he just could not be around you without dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you. it was pure, never ending pleasure, but it came with never ending interruptions in your every day life.

like now, as you tried to innocently watch a movie with your boyfriend. you knew it was coming, but you still allowed yourself to be caught off guard when wonwoo slowly scooted closer and closer until he was able to sneak his hand into your loose pajama shorts. without even saying anything, he began to rub at you, causing you to lose focus on what was playing on screen, eyes becoming heavy.

"nonu ... the movie," you whined half-heartedly, still wanting to watch the movie but also enjoying his soft touches too much to actually attempt to push him away.

"shh, baby. keep watching the movie," he kept rubbing at you, getting you wetter and wetter by the second, up until he determined you were wet enough for him to slip his fingers in, getting you to whine his name in the way he loved. your eyes closed as his fingers toyed with you, hitting all your favorite spots as you became putty under his hands.

"didn't you wanna watch the movie, baby? what happened? open your eyes for me," he was evil when he got like this. your pleasure was his only focus, but he would only give it to you under his own terms.

you attempted to open your eyes, but your body was working against you, causing you to writhe desperately at the way his thumb had moved up to softly toy with your clit while his pointer and middle finger pistoned in and out of you at a speed your body couldn't process.

"nonu! nonu, please, fuck ..." the high pitch of your voice gave you away without having to warn him of your impending orgasm. he knew all your tells by now, being fully aware that just a few more seconds and he'd have his fingers drenched by you.

"c-cumming! non-u!"

he removed his fingers from you, not bothering to wipe them before slipping them in your mouth without warning. "tasty. right, baby?", he chuckled to himself at your surprised yelp at the sudden intrusion in your mouth.

he snuck his hand right back in your shorts and gathered a bit more of your essence to stick in his own mouth, humming at the taste, "yeah, so fucking good," he scooted to your side, cuddling against you as you still caught your breath before pointing at the movie still playing on screen, "thank you, baby. now tell me what i missed?"

~

you were running a bit late today. you had stayed up late with wonwoo last night, doing things you were too ashamed to say out loud. so you weren't too surprised when you'd woken up and realized you had missed your usual alarm due to your heavy sleep. but it was fine! if you rushed, you could still get ready quickly enough to arrive at a respectable time. the only issue was, you were still buried against wonwoo's chest, strong arms wrapped around you as you felt him press himself up against you. you were pretty sure he was still sleeping, yet not surprised at realizing he was horny even in his sleep.

"nonu? are you asleep?", you attempted to peek at him from your angle, but only catching sight of a fluffy head of hair resting against your back.

he simply groaned in response, snuggling impossibly closer to you, causing you to feel him even more.

"wonwoo, i need to go ..."

"no you dont," he powered through half a sentence even in his sleepy state, "you still got time, don't you baby?"

"im gonna be late, nonu."

he began to unwrap himself from you, making you believe he was moving aside so that you could get up, except he had only disconnected from you so that he could get a better angle to begin to hover his body over yours.

"you have time, though. right, baby? just need five minutes," he mumbled as he began to press kisses to your neck.

your body betrayed you yet again, as you tilted your head to the side to give him more room to kiss on you, "i ... nonu, i'm already late," you left your arms limp on your sides, trying to not indulge on the man above you, but he kept instigating you with his touches.

"don't worry, hmm? ill be quick. you wont be late. promise."

you knew this to be a lie, but the moment he started grinding his hips against yours, you were gone. there was no longer any room for rational thinking in your now-empty head. your arms had now admitted defeat in pretending not to want to seek his touch, now lifting up to grab at his back as he canted his hips down. it was all very soft and slow, very much unlike wonwoo, but you couldnt blame him considering last night's events, when he'd quite literally fucked you into the mattress until the late hours of the night.

he seemed to grow tired of the mere friction after a few minutes, preferring to find your warmth instead. there was no need to undress, since you'd both remained in your nude forms from last night. he slipped in with no problem, groaning out your name into your ear at the feeling. he expressed his pleasure in a wide array of expletives against your ear, breath warm and heavy.

"you're always so tight, baby. so perfect for me."

"cant be away from this pussy for too long or i go insane. but you know that, dont you, baby?"

"driving me fucking insane, shit. pressing up against me all night. thinking i wont just fuck you into the mattress all over again."

"gonna keep this pussy here all day. gonna make sure you can't make it out of bed, baby. would you like that?"

his words had you feeling lightheaded, scratching your nails along the length of his back as he eventually sped up, clearly in search of his climax. wonwoo was always a little extra sensitive in the mornings, something about how pretty and warm you look after waking up, he'd once said. you felt the same, finally looking up to make eye contact with the pretty boy currently hitting your cervix over and over. the softness of his features early into the morning, still tired but simultaneously full of energy to fuck you with made you shudder.

wonwoo came first, filling you to the brim as he began to rub at your clit, wanting you to climax with him. you'd only finished a few seconds later, as he was barely coming down from his own high.

you both fell limp against the bed, side by side as you attempted to catch your breaths.

"baby ..." he spoke up first, "just call in sick. you're already late. i'll make it worth your while ..."

you didn't even need to respond, knowing your body would betray you once again.

~

it was a regular saturday. and every saturday you had the luxury of staying home, free of work. wonwoo had a tendency of matching his days off with yours, wanting to spend the very little free time you had together. unfortunately, most days off were spent running errands and doing household chores, which is what you were doing right now.

you'd usually split the household duties with wonwoo, alternating between what each of you would do. this week it was your turn to do the laundry, while wonwoo took care of vacuuming. you usually enjoyed doing the laundry, but unfortunately for you, this week you had to wash all your towels and sheets on top of the usual load of laundry. but you did it with no complaint, knowing your also-tired boyfriend was currently helping out with his part.

you focused on the laundry for a while, separating what needed to go on different loads while humming along to the song playing from your phone. that is, until you felt something, or rather, someone creep up on you from behind. suddenly hands had appeared on your hips, and a new warmth pressed up against your back. it was wonwoo, of course. unable to keep his hands off you once again.

"nonu, did you finish vaccuming?", you asked, barely reacting to his sudden touch, being completely used to him grabbing at you at any and every possible time.

he simply hummed against you, beginning to let his hands wander, landing on your breasts as he interrupted your folding of clothes.

you sighed, seeming frustrated but not actually being so, "wonwoo, i need to finish the laundry. later, okay?"

"baby ... c'mon. you want it too, i know you," with this, he began to fondle your tits, pinching at your nipples through your clothes and beginning a slow grind against you. he was hard again, at no one's surprise.

as anyone may have guessed, it didn't take long for him to get you to open your legs for him, sitting atop the drier as he hammered into you, banging your bodies against the harsh material of the machine. it was an uncomfortable position, granted, but the pleasure wonwoo always managed to give you overpowered any discomfort.

"n-nonu! shit, right there!", the lower angle in which he was ramming himself at was making you see stars, enjoying the way his pelvis ground against your clit.

he didn't tend to be too vocal, usually sticking to low groans and dirty talk against your ear, which is what he was doing once more.

"hate doing chores baby. just want your pussy .. hate how busy we are lately. gotta fuck you whenever i can. gotta keep you nice and full."

and full he kept you. having either fucked, sucked or gagged you multiple times throughout the rest of the day. his reasoning kept being that today was your one day off that matched both your schedules, and that he'd wanted to take full advantage of it. even after finishing inside you after fucking you on top of the drier for fifteen minutes, he moved on immediately to face you against him, lowering himself to the floor in order to lick at you from behind, eating some of his own cum in the process.

"so fucking tasty. jesus, baby you're perfect."

it was insane to you how insatiable the once shy boy was when it came to your body, but now wasn't the time to think about that. not when you were too busy throwing your head back and pushing your ass against his face in order to get him to lick and suck more at your swollen cunt.

he loved how responsive you were. never denying him and always enthusiastically letting him get away with whichever perverted escapade he wanted at the moment. the thought of his pretty baby being so nice and ready for him at all times made him shove his face even closer to you, sucking at your clit in a way that made you scream out his name. cumming came soon after, having felt overly sensitive after getting no break between your orgasms. you finished with yet another scream of his name, almost dropping on top of him as he lightly licked at you through your high.

"you okay?," he asked after getting up, helping you lean against the dryer in order to not drop due to your wobbly legs.

"you need to stop fucking me every five minutes, nonu. you're gonna render me useless," you chuckled out of breath, despite not meaning your words.

"yeah? let's test that theory out."

[her-favorite]

UNDER THE SCREEN; M. BEER

MADISON BEER X F!READER

warnings: SMUT, soft!dom!reader/sub!madison (though, there’s not much talking), exhibitionism (?) - MEN DNI!!

wc: 1,294

a/n: REQUESTED! this is more so a blurb than anything but first Madison fic!! more requests are beyond welcome, i’m so in love with this woman it’s absurd

SYNOPSIS: During Madison’s stream, you couldn’t help your hunger for her..

tags!: @chrissv4mp @mattybsgroupie @marvelwomenarehot0 @emotionalblues

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“I - shit! Sorry, I.. hit my toe.” Madison was having more than a tough time right now.

If she was honest, she couldn’t even remember how she got into this situation to begin with. Your tongue lapped greedily at her wet folds, fingers digging into her soft thighs as you devoured her like your last meal. Everything about her was intoxicating, but as soon as you got a glimpse of what she tasted like, you were a goner.

Madison spares a glance down at you, forcefully making eye contact as you looked up at her with those dangerous eyes, only making her thighs tense in response. Your lips couldn’t help but curl up at her reaction, your girlfriend’s jaw clenching as she has to scold herself in her head for staring down too long at you, realizing how suspicious it must’ve looked.

“Um…” Madison hums as her pretty brown eyes dart to the chat, scrolling through the fast words, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. With her hands already under the desk, it was easy for it to not come off strange as her fingers slide into your hair, acrylics scratching your head as you hum against her. The vibration elicits a gasp from her, plump lips parting as her hand subconsciously tightening it’s grip.

The harsh tug only drove you further as your palms grab her legs, sitting them atop your shoulders as you dive in, rapacious for more of her taste on your awaiting tongue. Your own thighs clench as your panties grow wetter, your eyes trailing up her form as you watch the way she tries to hide the vulgar acts that are happening just below the screen.

“When is..” Madison tries to read out from the chat before inhaling sharply through her nose, just barely stopping a whimper from leaving her mouth as your lips envelop her clit, sucking and licking the sensitive area. “When is your n-next song coming out?” She stutters, swallowing dryly. Madison knew how poorly of a job she was doing trying to conceal the inappropriate acts that were happening in front of a live audience, but she was too far in to care. The last thing Madison would do is push you away to stop you from eating her pussy.. for hers and your benefit.

As she tries to answer, your bring your hand up to gently graze your middle finger along her slit. You notice the way her eyes widen just barely, something that would only be caught by you, but it made a sense of pride well up in your chest.

Settling your finger on her clit, you rub teasing circles on it as your tongue darts out again to prod at her entrance. Madison’s free hand dug her nails into the arm of her chair as she tries her best to keep quiet, but that’s the opposite of what you wanted. You wanted her to react, you wanted everyone to know who’s she was.

“Um, well.. I actually just released a new single c.. called 15 Minutes!” Madison answers, a deep exhale flowing through her nose, so close to breaking - too close. Her fingers clench in your hair, eliciting a quiet, breathy moan from you. The sound only drives Madison further as her thighs tense, swallowing dryly.

“Where’s Y/N?” Madison reads out, blown pupils hastily trying to read some of the chats. “She’s, uh..” She starts before her palm flies over her mouth, immediately reacting to the way your tongue thrusts in and out of her. An almost squeak-like noise comes from her lips before she condemns them shut with her palm, breathing through her nose. Realizing what she had done, she clears her throat and parts her fingers, but leaves it to rest on her face. “She’s at the store, getting some groceries for us.” Madison lies, her fingers clawing at your hair as you devour her, tongue and mouth greedy for more of her taste.

Your nails dig into her thighs, needing her to come for you. You craved her taste as your warm muscle licks at her, occasionally moving out to tease her clit again. Your eyes dart up as you watch her, your view causing your arousal to pool in your panties. Her low, silky pigtails sat on her shoulders perfectly, her small cheetah print tanktop hugging her frame nicely. You weren’t sure what her camera showed, but you would’ve done anything for it to not show her chest as you silently wish to roam your hands along her body.

Your finger taps on the plush skin of her thigh, signaling for her attention. Almost immediately, Madison’s pretty hazel eyes look down at you, her chest heaving slightly. Your tongue picked up the way she was getting close to the edge as her thighs can’t help but try to clench as she makes eye contact with you.

“Want you to come f’me.” You whisper, quiet enough for her mic on her cute headphones to not pick up. Your lips quickly attach to her clit again, your finger traveling down to tease her entrance, gathering wetness before moving it inside, smiling at the way her thighs tremble.

Madison takes her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to conceal her moans that so desperately wanted to escape. As soon as she thinks about saying your name, she remembers what she’s doing. Darting her head back up, she looks at her computer screen, eyes frantically searching the lit up area.

‘what’s she looking at??’

‘ur so gorg omg’

‘play roblox!!!’

Madison lets out breath as only a few skeptical questions are asked, ignoring them. She bites her tongue as she feels you stretch her out, a second finger joining your middle that was inside her. Sucking on her clit, your tongue pleasures her as Madison’s stomach tenses, a knot inside her becoming tighter as seconds pass by.

She tries to warn you that she’s close as her fingers hectically tap your head, only eliciting a smile from you in return. Madison’s lip trembles slightly before she bites down on it, trying to distract herself with looking through her computer. She knew better than to try and answer some questions because if she opened her mouth to speak, it’d backfire and she’d moan from the euphoria you’re giving her.

A quiet whine bubbles up in her throat as Madison quickly covers her mic with her palm, her legs shaking as the knot inside her breaks. All she wanted to do was lean back and scream out your name, but it’d be more than obvious if she did so.

You eagerly lapped at her release, the sounds somewhat audible as you greedily taste her. You let her thighs go as they immediately clamp around your head, trapping you between them as she rides out her pleasure. Her hips involuntarily jut towards your mouth, becoming too sensitive as her euphoria begins to subside. Her chest rises and falls quickly and she swallows dryly, her plump lips parted as she breathes. Her hand has yet to leave the back of your head as she blinks, the white flash of pleasure fading away.

Pressing a few more kisses to her slit, Madison can’t hold back a quiet whimper at the feeling on her sensitive skin. Your hands hold her thighs as they sit on your shoulders, your knees beginning to ache, but you didn’t care.. you were too greedy for her.

Licking another stripe along her, Madison freezes as her thighs flinch, over sensitive at the contact. Her nails scratch your head as she tugs on your hair, trying to pull you away. She tries to inconspicuously shake her head, becoming too overstimulated with your eager tongue.

“Keep talking, baby. Don’t mind me.”

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Ride it

Leon S. Kennedy x F!Reader

Summary: Leon fucks you on his motorcycle. That's it. This is just pwp

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, pwp, unprotected sex (pls wrap it), p in v, bit of fingering, bit of a handjob, exhibitionism, praise kink, bit of an innocence kink, Leon has a mouth on him, the s in leon s kennedy stands for slut, language, no use of y/n

I wrote this with vendetta Leon in mind, but it can be whichever, but older leon fits better. Reader is also at least 25.

WC: 2.1k

A/N: I'm self indulging with Leon. Also, say it blew the fuck up and I was not expecting that, so tysm!! This one is for my Leon whores. Enjoy the pure filth :)

Leon Kennedy Masterlist

Gif credit goes to this tumblr

Ao3 link (but pls still reblog and shit on here thank u)

Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!!

You knew damn well you should have known better than to listen to him when he oh so innocently suggested you wore a dress for your date. Spring had come fast and the weather was so nice for you to show off that one pretty sundress you brought early in the fall but had never actually worn. And it drove him absolutely insane to see you in pretty dresses. It gave him more room to work, he thought.

But oh sweet, naive you. So trusting of everything your boyfriend said to you.

But the minute you realized you were getting on his motorcycle and not his Jeep Wrangler, you immediately knew you were in for a long ride. And the borderline sinful smirk he flashed you as he handed you your helmet did not help ease the twist in your stomach.

Still, you wouldn't say no to anything he asked, if he wanted to use his motorcycle you would go to your date in his motorcycle. If anything, it made you more eager. And rightfully so, Leon would move one of his gloved hands on one of your thighs at every red light or stop sign, squeezing and tracing his fingers over your bare skin. Goosebumps would rise on your skin. You would hold him tight, both arms tightly wrapped around his torso, your chest flat against his back the entire ride. He didn't mind, if anything he found it endearing that you held on so tight.

But if he was going to tease you, so were you.

You were coming to a red light, so you oh so innocently moved your hands from his front to sneak underneath his leather jacket and t-shirt, cold fingers brushing over his warm skin. You felt him flinch ever so slightly, and he sucked in a sharp breath. Good thing he was at a red light, because he had to close his eyes to keep his composure.

"What are you doing?"

You heard his low somber voice through the Bluetooth in your helmet. You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling and simply shrugged, but your hands stayed inside his shirt, now moving down to trace over his v-line, stopping at the hemline of his boxer briefs. You heard him groan as one of his hands came to grip your thigh.

"'M not doing anything." You eventually said. You gasped softly when you felt his fingers dig into the skin of your thigh.

"You're going to stop that, right now." He breathed through his nose, using that authoritative and commanding voice that only made you wetter. You swallowed, stilling your hands, but never actually removed them from under his shirt. Another heavy breath. "Take your hands out of my fucking shirt before I park on the side of the street and rearrange your insides right then and there."

The sound that came out of your mouth right then and there was pathetic. It made Leon chuckle. Oh his sweet girl, always such a whore for him. But you did listen, and your hands immediately returned to the front of him.

"That's a good girl." He hummed in approval, the light finally turning green, and he gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze before his hand returned to the handle. "We're almost there, be good and you'll get what you want."

You had a satisfied smile on your face the rest of the ride. But you probably should've known that your little stunt was going to cost you because the next time you came to a stop you were at a cliff that overlooked the city at the end of an otherwise empty road with a dead-end.

You frowned softly, taking your helmet off your head and looked around with a confused look. Leon had already gotten off the bike, helmet off, and had kicked the stand but never actually turned off the bike.

"Leon..?"

"Y'know, I actually had a date planned. I was gonna take you to dinner, then here because I know just how much you love to see the city at night, however," he bit his lip softly, grabbing your hips and forcing you to face him, your legs dangling off his bike while you were still sitting on it. You looked up at him with big eyes, "Because you're such a greedy whore and you can't seem to wait, I'm gonna fuck you stupid on my bike, and you're gonna take it, yeah?"

God, the things this man would make you do, the things he would make you want. He was a bad influence, but fuck, you loved it.

"Yes. Yes please." There was no hesitation, just need and desperation. He gave your hips a tight squeeze, his pale blue eyes filled with the same need.

"Mhmm of course that's what my pretty girl wanted, you just wanted my cock huh?" He had this filthy grin on his face as he moved his hands down to your thighs, "Spread your legs for me baby."

You bit your lip softly and did as he asked, he wasted no time in ripping your panties down your legs until they hung from one ankle. He smiled as he gripped your jaw with one hand as he peeled the fingerless glove off the other with his teeth before slipping it under your dress. You gasped, blood rushing to your face when you felt his fingers brush over your clit. Leon opened his eyes in surprise as he dragged his fingers down to your entrance and wetness instantly coated his fingers.

"Oh sweet girl, you're already so wet for me." He chuckled softly, leaning down to crash his lips against yours, capturing the moan he pulled from you as he slowly pushed in two of his fingers. "Mhmm."

"Please Leon. I want you so bad. Please." You mumbled against his lips, fingers gripping his hair as you bucked your hips against his hand.

"I know, baby. I'll give you what you want, don't worry." He hummed as he continued to work you with his fingers as he undid his belt with the other. With shaky hands, you helped him unzip his jeans and pull his cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.

With a soft hiss, he removed his fingers from you and pumped himself a couple times, coating himself in your slick before he hiked up one of your legs over his torso, spreading you out for him as he slowly slid into you. You eyes instantly fluttered shut and your head felt back as he slowly buried himself to the hilt, making sure you felt every inch.

"Mhmm fuck…" A soft whimper left your mouth as you threw your arms over his shoulders in an attempt to keep yourself upright, and then as you opened your eyes, you remembered you were in fact, out in the open, "Fuck. Shit, Leon. Do you think someone will drive by?"

"So what? I'm deep enough for you to feel me in your stomach and you're worried someone will see?" He laughed mockingly, not in the slightest bit worried about it. If anything the idea of getting caught made him want to fuck you even more. He brought his hand to the back of your neck, pulling your face close to his as he snapped his hips forward, "Let 'em see."

God, you'd be lying if you said the idea didn't make you wetter. Leon definitely felt the way you squeezed around him when he said it. He moaned in response, fingers tangling around the hair at the back of your head as he gave you another punishing thrust.

"Mhmm yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you? You'd like it if someone saw you all sprawled out on my bike, dripping wet, and getting fucked stupid by your older boyfriend? Yeah you would." He was pounding into you harder and harder, each word spoken in between moans and groans.

"What would they think huh? Such a sweet innocent girl letting her older boyfriend use her like this? Goddamn baby, I've ruined you." He pulled your face close to his, foreheads touching as he watched the utterly fucked out look on your face and the sound of your dripping cunt slapping against him.

"Yes! Fuck yes. Only you can do this to me." You cried out, any and all worries about getting caught long gone, and all you could think about was the aching feeling in your belly, and the flash of heat that was rapidly approaching.

"Mhm, that's right, pretty girl. Such a greedy whore, just for me." He moaned the praise, free hand scrunching up your dress to your waist as he held you on the seat that still vibrated through you as he kept pounding into you. And you happily took everything he had to give you like that was all you were meant to do in this world. Be at the mercy of your gorgeous boyfriend.

"Please Leon," You were holding on to him for dear life, nails digging into his leather jacket and hair, voice weak and broken in between moans. God you were so fucking close. "I want to come. Please."

Leon moaned at your weak pleads. You were so sweet, so desperate and at his mercy. He could never deny his sweet girl anything.

"Mmm yes. Let go for me baby, I got you." His thumb found your swollen clit, he rubbed harsh circles that matched his harsh thrusts, while his other hand kept a tight grip on your hair and he pulled your head back. "Look at me baby, keep those pretty eyes on me when you come."

You fought the urge to roll your eyes back as a flash of blinding heat ran through your body, but you managed to keep your eyes on his pale sapphire ones as you came around him, a pathetic moan falling from your lips as your whole body trembled. He held you on the seat, his body pretty much preventing you from falling.

"Mmmm fuck, good girl. Agh—" A moan caught his throat as your walls squeezed his cock and a gush of wetness seeped around him. He pulled you against him, mouth crashing against yours as he snapped his hips with urgency, his own release quickly approaching. "Fuck, fuck baby. You're squeezing the shit outta my cock. Shit, I'm so close. Fuck."

You held on to him for dear life, just letting him use you to chase his own release, your weak moans in his ear, your high pitched gasps and your weak mumbles of his name, fuck, it didn't take him long before he was pulling out of you. But he quickly grabbed your hand and wrapped it around his slick cock.

"Mmmm fuck baby— hah— yes, fuck—" He guided your hand on his cock, using your hand to pump himself, his face on your neck as he moaned, "Yeah just like that baby. C'mon pretty girl, make me come. C'mon, fuck, yes. Yes, good girl. Shit ugh—"

Strings of his come shot into your hand and the seat between your parted thighs as he came with a guttural moan that made you wet all over again. You hummed softly, leaving kisses over his face as he panted. His eyes were closed and he had the side of his face pressed against your neck. He left wet kisses along the exposed skin of your neck as he breathed heavily.

"You did such a good job, baby. You're always so good for me." He hummed against your neck, moving up to capture your lips into a softer, slower kiss before he was pulling back.

You sat on the seat, making your best effort to stay upright, legs wide open as you waited for Leon to clean himself up. You tilted your head at him with confusion, just now realizing what he had done.

"Why did you—" You frowned softly as he took your hand, cleaning his mess with an old bandana before wiping the seat in between your parted legs.

"I'm still taking you to dinner. Unless you wanted to sit through dinner with my cum inside you all night." He chuckled softly, face flushed red, hair disheveled and jeans still undone as he tossed the bandana into one of the compartments. When he looked at you, you had this sweet look on your face, a tiny smile on your lips and your head tilted. God you were so adorable, it made him want to ruin you all over again. "Although you probably deserve it. But I'm not that mean."

A small perverted smirk made its way to your lips, and it made Leon groan as he grabbed your chin and placed a rough kiss to your lips.

"Don't give me that look or you won't make it to dinner."

[foolsunz]

⎯ sweet nothings…

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ content warnings: dom!haechan, fingering, lots of pet names (baby, angel etc), unprotected sex, back shots, rough sex (?) if u squint i guess idk lol!!, dumbification, nipple/clit play, dirty talk, corruption, degradation (use of slut), innocence + praise (use of good girl). ⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ word count: 1,4K.

you watch as the expression in donghyuck’s eyes turn dangerous, his eyes piercing into your own as one of his hands slips down to where your towel is tied around your chest.

with the slightest touch, your towel is long forgotten, dropping down to the floor.

your gaze slowly follows his in the mirror to your core and soon, you feel a small tap against your ankle, motioning for you to part your legs. the heat floods to your cheeks as you comply.

that teasing, cocky smile of his never leaves his face as he brings his finger down to teasingly swipe against the heat of your opening, stroking it along your entrance and bringing wetness to your clit—rubbing it just the way you love, and you can’t help but gasp.

“a-ah, shit…” you moan breathily as he works his finger around your clit, circling and teasing it. he lines his index finger at your entrance, slightly pushing it in before quickly taking it out.

little whimpers escape you as you switch between looking at his face and fingers. you feel overwhelmed and it’s all getting a little too much for you.

“hm, how’s that feel, pretty girl?” hyuck quips, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror as he stares at your reflection. your only response is a moan.

squirming helplessly, you beg for more as you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter just from his gentle touch. “so good… fuck—keep going.”

“you look so pretty like this, you know that?” he speaks into your slightly damp hair, kissing the side of your ear, “so submissive, so desperate, wet and needy for me...”

you turn your head to the side, being the first one to drop the eye contact as you start to feel shy—slightly embarrassed even, but hyuck isn’t having any of it.

he begins to place soft, open mouthed kisses on your neck and, you feel him smirk against your skin when he feels you shiver.

“what’s the matter? don’t get shy on me now, baby,” he rasps against your skin, the lust emitting off of him like a second aura as he inserts his finger inside you, feeling around your tightly gripped walls.

“and don’t you fucking dare look away, princess. open your eyes and take a good look—i want you to watch yourself be ruined.”

hyuck’s eyes connects with yours in the mirror, his mouth finding the crook of your neck and biting a little too hard in one spot, making you moan.

a low hum rumbles in your throat, both from the pleasure he’s giving you and from the approval of what you feel.

“h-hyuck…”

“yeah baby?” he teases, biting your ear slightly.

he puts a strand of your hair away from your eyes to get a better look at your face. “look how pretty you are, angel,” he breathes raggedly, running a finger through your folds, gathering your slick. “such a perfect little slut, and it’s all just for me, right?”

you can’t help but whine and immediately, you feel his hot breath on your skin as he grazes your earlobe with his teeth—sending shivers down your spine.

“don’t tease me, hyuck. please. i need you.”

“are you ready for me, hm?” he coos, staring into your eyes through your reflection.

you quickly nod, and then you feel his lips, tongue, and teeth dragged in all directions against your neck—kissing, licking, and biting until you’re a moaning mess.

“yeah?” he hums, “you want me to fuck you so full of me until it’s dripping down your thighs?”

you whine at his vulgarity.

“right in front of this mirror so you can watch how fucking pathetically needy you look, hm? ‘s that it?”

hyuck makes sure to leave visible marks on your neck, while his other hand slides up your breast, groping it in process before biting your neck.

“you like that? look at yourself, princess.”

following his instructions again, you bite your lip as you focus on your reflection, almost cumming on the spot when you lock eyes with him.

he’s gazing intensely at you through half-lidded eyes as his fingers rub your wet folds. you can tell he’s getting worked up too, craving your touch just as much.

his hand cup one of your breasts, his thumb flicking across your sensitive nipple and making you moan.

“fuck, i can’t wait to make a mess of you… do you know how beautiful you are? you’re so fucking cute,” he grunts before he grabs your hand and place it on his erection. “see what you do to me?”

“mhm. you mean hot,” you correct, a moan escaping through your already parted lips when his thumb glides across your wet folds.

“no, cute,” donghyuck insists as he dips one of his long fingers into your dripping hole, his lips twisting into a cruel smirk when you cry his name. “especially when i get you all worked up like this.”

“oh my god!” you whimper pathetically when he adds another finger, curling them. he begins to scissor you, pumping those strong fingers of his into you. “hyuck…shit, that feels so good.”

“fuck, baby— your pussy,” he grunts and you grind like a bitch in heat against his knuckles at the pet name and term. “always so tight for me… so fucking perfect.”

you throw your head back. your soft moans and whimpers fuels the dangerous fire that surges through hyuck’s bulging veins. 

“watch,” he orders.

“baby…” you gasp. you need more. his fingertips brush your sweet spot, and you arch your back to thrust your breast into his palm before begging, “…please.”

“do you want me to fuck you? is that what you want?”

“please, please, hyuck, i need you to fuck me, ruin me, anything. please?”

he growls when you rut your hips against his bulge, his glossy eyes darkening. hyuck removes his fingers from you, collecting your arousal, and inserting his fingers in your mouth—putting them so far back you gag.

he’s amused by that.

you suck and lick his fingers clean, moaning at the taste of yourself.

when he takes them out, he bends you forward in front of the mirror, and you stick your ass up, waiting to feel his hard cock slide into you as you place your hands on the mirror for support.

fumbling with his jeans, he unzips it quickly, freeing himself out of his boxers—his cock already leaking with precum.

“you want this? how bad do you want this, baby?” he asks darkly behind you as he strokes himself a couple of times and then spitting on his palm.

donghyuck strokes it around his dick, his spit mixing with his own precum as a lubricant. he aligns his length with your welcoming sloppy hole, a proud smirk on his face when your body twitches at the contact.

“s-so bad, ‘need you inside me.”

and without a warning, he plunges himself into you, causing you to gasp at his size.

you fall into a moaning mess, crying out blissfully by being filled up, each thrust driving you over the edge.

your stomach coils from the pleasure he’s giving you, your mouth hanging open and teary-filled eyes falling shut as he fucks you harder.

hyuck thrusts deeper, focusing on your reflection as he swirls his hips, fucking you faster.

“fuck, this pussy—”

you clench around him. “mhm, ‘s yours.”

“yeah? want me to fill your pretty cunt with my cum?”

“yes yes yes,” you cry out, feeling your orgasm approaching as hyuck pounds into you faster, deeper. “fuck—please, oh my god! hyuck!”

and on a particularly harsh thrust, he borderline growls, “you’re gonna take every inch, every fucking drop like the good girl you are.”

you nod vigorously before letting your head fall back, feeling your pussy clench as a shiver slithers down your spine.

“missed this. you’re so fucking tight,” he moans, “love being so deep inside you.”

his teeth catches his bottom lip, taking a mental image of the way your face contorts in pleasure when he fucks you, “keep looking, baby. ‘want you to see how good i’m making you feel.”

a trail of drool manages to escape the side of your mouth and donghyuck groans seeing this, teeth gritting as he loses hold of his composure.

“i haven’t even made you cum yet, and you already look so fucked out for me,” he chuckles darkly, never slowing his thrusts down. “you want more, pretty?”

“please… more,” you pant.

his tongue wets his lips as he gazes at you—looking at you in awe and relishing in the sight of such perfection.

“i’ll give you more and more until you beg me to stop.”

he holds you by the waist tightly, pounding into you mercilessly while you’re bent in front of the mirror, watching the way your breasts moves with every harsh thrusts he delivers.

“fuck, i’m so close…”

“you’re gonna come for me? yeah? go on, let go for me, baby,” he breathes, biting his bottom lip. “wanna watch you fall apart on my cock… c’mon you can do it, fuck…”

“mhm—ngh! oh my god,” you choke out, eyes rolling back once he hits your sweet spot continuously.

“i’m gonna—”

his free hand begins to rub your swollen clit and you push your hips back to meet his rough thrusts before your orgasm washes over you.

“my good fucking girl,” donghyuck coos. “that’s it.”

he keeps praising you, calling you his good girl, telling you how well you’re taking him and how pretty and beautiful you are as he fucks you through your orgasm, loving the way you moan and babble brainlessly.

you’re going to be the death of him, he knows it.

© foolsunz 2023. all rights reserved.

[hwanchaesong]

Of glasses and performances

a/n: writing this realquick for my pookie @yzzyhee really just a drabble buT IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS. kind of inspired by this post lmao ✌🏼💀 also hee looks so fucking good in specs tffff literally writing this before i sleep so yeah, pls ignore any mistakes

warnings & genre: idolbf!hee, afab!reader, smut smut smut, public sex, p in v raw etc etc lmao minors dni!!! not proofread ‼️(hee fucking u into oblivion backstage after seeing u in the crowd at his group's concert)

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You saw it. You fucking saw it.

Fighting for the front stage section of their concert is one thing. Obtaining the sexiest outfit to wear is the second thing. But seeing your oh so charming boyfriend up on the platform, performing his heart out and suddenly making eye-contact with him is just... doing things to you.

The blinding lights are not a hindrance for you to truly witness how majestic Lee Heeseung is.

Him in that black outfit, styled hair and that glasses is so fucking flawless. Then you watch him squat near the edge of the stage, his hazel orbs scanning the crowd and he makes eye-contact with you.

Time seemed to have stopped when you noticed a certain glint in his eyes, dark irises scanning your figure and you saw how he tried to hide his smirk, masking it as an expression befitting of their performance.

But you know that once you're hidden from the public, chaos will ensue.

And your instincts are always right.

Once the concert was over, you headed backstage but you were blocked by Heeseung, no words were needed as he dragged you near an empty hallway, making sure that no one is around before he does what he wants.

Pinning your wrists above your head with only one hand, he leans down and lets his breath fan all over your face as his other free hand settles itself on your hips, dangerously creeping inside your scanty dress, "Didn't think you'd wear an outfit that exposes too much skin, baby."

You examine his poorly wiped face, still sweaty probably because he hurried his way out to meet you in the middle instead of making himself more presentable, keen on keeping you alone for himself.

No worries though, he's attractive and gorgeous just the same. The messiness of his appearance just adds to the tingling that you're currently feeling.

"Well," you inclined your head to match the level of his lips, "can't blame me for wanting to look pretty for my very hardworking boyfriend."

That was the end of your short conversation with him, which you believe is the foreplay as you have now found yourself in a rather mind and body bending situation in public.

Hoisted and back flattened against the cemented, cold wall and your lovely dress is bunched up your waist. Panties ripped off and is now currently stashed in your boyfriend's pocket, which you assume he'll use in the future to relieve some frustrations when he's not with you.

Your moans reverberate across the abandoned hallway, music in Heeseung's ears as it triggers him to do more.

Faster, harder, and harsher.

The loud squelching of where the two of you are connected should have been embarrassing for you, but no fucks are given since Heeseung is already giving you all the fucking that you desire.

His thrusts are wild, relentless and undoubtedly, heavenly. The sole reason for each plunge is to send you into utopia.

You can feel his thick cock dragging on your insides, striking your cervix every time he goes in deep, the pulsating vein on the side of his length scratches your drench walls quite wonderfully, causing you to get wetter, probably creating a huge disarray down there.

One particular languid stroke had your back arching on the wall, legs wrapping securely around Heeseung's hips as he hit a delicate, spongy spot inside you.

Jackpot, he thinks, as your insides cling tighter to him like you do at the moment.

A string of curses left him when your nails rake at his nape, gently playing with his hair, eliciting a groan from him as the sensation is feathery yet sensual, a weakness of him that only you can bring out.

"Fuck baby," he rasps, concentrating at the sounds that you're making while he continuously rams into you, "you feel so fucking good. All for me yeah?"

You mewled his name desperately, the knot in your lower belly is getting ready to be snapped, "Yes Hee. I'm yours, all yours f-fuck, you own all of me."

Ah, the things you do to him. If you tried sitting in his brain then you'd be shocked by the images and thoughts that are filled with you, you, and you.

Some are fluffy but most are nasty though you are sure to love it. Of course you will, you're down bad for him just as he is for you.

He wasn't giving you any time to catch your breath as he wasted no time in kissing you, searing and hot, shoving his tongue down your throat that you couldn't help but to submit to him without much of a fight.

His tongue clashes with yours before exploring your mouth, the rhythm of the make-out session matches his pace perfectly, only detaching from you when the need for oxygen arises, leaving you gasping and flushed when a string of saliva

His bruising grip on your thighs loosened a bit as he used his left hand to slide the top of your dress, revealing your tits to him. He watches it bounce along with his thrusts for a solid minute before leaning down to capture a nipple.

Tongue flatting and hardening around your bud, circling and sucking while teasing a bit of nibbles, further adding onto the pleasure that you're receiving.

"A-ah! Heeseung, I-I'm-!" closing your eyes in rapture, tilting your head to the side to give access to your lover when he scoots his face in the crook of your neck, embellishing you with purple and blue spots.

"Close?" he whispers, licking the newly painted marks in his canvas called your skin. His peppery smooches snakes up, reaching your ears as he delicately bites your lobe, "Come for me then, baby. Don't hold back."

You moan loudly, one more. One more push and you're gone.

His palm traces the goosebumps on your thigh, and there it is, his deft fingers playing with your clit is all it took for you to gush all over him. A satisfied smirk on his kissable lips shows itself, then it turns into a sly one when he didn't slow down despite your pleading.

Begging him to take it easier since your high took a toll on your sensitivity, thus the overwhelming rapture that had you shaking in his arms.

He laughs menacingly at your futile requests, giving you a sham apology sealed with a kiss. He then murmurs against your lips, "Didn't you tell me that you're mine?"

You nod your head weakly, and that might be a mistake but at the end of this night, you'll realize that mistakes are options that you just haven't chosen. And not all mistakes are bad.

"Then take what I give you, baby. I haven't cum yet, square up until I'm done with you."

[pochaccoups]

cw — minors dni, gamer!wonwoo, fingering

wonu <3: Hi love

wonu <3: I’m gonna stream in a bit

you: does that mean u need me? :3

wonu <3: Yes please :)

Within seconds, the soft patter of your boyfriend’s footsteps down the hall comes to a stop outside your bedroom door. He opens it slowly with a soft smile on his face, slinking over to your shared bed where you lounge with an anime playing on your laptop.

A shiver of thrill runs down your back as the gleam in his dark eyes drinks you in, his pearly teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

While this pre-stream ‘ritual’ of his is technically for his own benefit that is him warming up his fingers to game, you also get an orgasm, sometimes two, out of it, so it’s a win-win for both of you. He’s conditioned you to look forward to stream days, though that’s not to say he doesn’t touch you—he does, as soon as you bat your lashes and ask him so sweetly. Still, he insists that it’s a way of getting you “involved in his career” or whatever. (He’s just trying to be a good, inclusive boyfriend. You can’t complain.)

A giggle comes bubbling out of you as he kneels on the edge of the bed and pulls you into him, holds you gently by the back of your head so he can guide your lips to his and kiss you sweetly, yet with enough fervour for a dull heat to begin pulsing between your legs.

When his tongue finds its way into your mouth, your brain switches off in an instant, your mind attuned to nothing but the way Wonwoo’s hands are so warm on your waist and how your mouth melts into his like you were put on this earth to kiss him.

With you putty in his hands after just a few seconds, he lowers you to the mattress once more. Your legs part instinctively so that he can slot himself in between them and teasingly press one of his thighs up against your clothed cunt.

You mewl when, along with his thigh, Wonwoo brings a hand between your legs and strokes you through your shorts. His touch is soft in a way that’s teasing, in a way that makes you buck your hips and ask for more when he hasn’t even gotten you naked yet.

“Needy girl,” he coos against your lips, pulling away to mouth at your neck whilst his fingers tease at your centre.

“You love it,” you say.

He chuckles, raising his eyebrows in amusement at your smugness. Truth be told, your neediness does in fact fulfil something deep within Wonwoo. Your begging strokes his ego just right, and the sounds you make when he gives into your pleas heal his soul.

“Want me to touch you?” he asks, toying with the band of your shorts as he settles into the spot next to you because he knows you like to curl into his embrace. His question is not just to hear you whine, it’s a reminder that this being a ritual doesn’t mean a thing if you don’t want him right now.

You, however, are greedy, and your boyfriend is hot.

“Pretty please,” you reply, your bottom lip jutting out subconsciously at him. Without wasting another second, Wonwoo’s hand dips past your shorts, past your panties, until it finds its way to your awaiting clit. His fingertips brush against it lightly, and behind his glasses his cat-like eyes are fixed on the way your mouth parts in a soft sigh at the contact.

He inches further down, swiping through your folds, along your slit where your arousal is already pooling. It should be embarrassing, but when Wonwoo looks at you with his v-shaped smile and pride gleaming in his eyes, you can’t feel anything but warmth—heat. All over your body and in your cheeks and especially where his fingers are prodding at your entrance.

“So wet from a kiss, baby?” he says, his fingertips growing wetter and wetter with your slick with every second that he doesn’t put them inside you.

“I get wet from you looking at me, Wonwoo,” you whine, rutting your hips as impatience stirs in your core, along with your desperate need, mingling together into a feverish dizziness that can only be cured by your pretty boyfriend’s pretty hand.

He laughs through his nose—so mean when he knows he’s got the upper hand. Then he remembers that, technically, you’re doing him a favour, and at long last two of his fingers dip into your awaiting hole, and your back arches, and you give a honeyed moan that’s full of content.

Wonwoo slides his long, slender fingers in all the way to his knuckles, curling them upwards into your sweet spot so good that you see stars for a second. He gazes upon your face that’s scrunched up in pleasure and starts to move his wrist, feeling his dick stir in his pants as you whine and toss your head back into his shoulder.

He’s not teasingly slow this time—far from it. He’s doing this to warm up, after all. Before you know it, he’s moving his entire arm as he drags his fingers back and forth, in and out of your dripping pussy with a slick, obscene sound.

“W-wonwoo, please,” you whimper, peering up with him with sparkly eyes.

“Hm?” is all he replies, but the way he’s grinning with a mixture of something like pride and awe shoots pangs of pleasure to your core.

“More,” you manage through a moan.

He obliges with a peck to your temple, angling his hand slightly, then the pad of his thumb is drawing rapid circles over your clit and your noises grow even louder, even needier.

“Fuck, Wonwoo!”

Your hands find the fabric of his hoodie and you cling to him, bucking your hips wildly while his fingers set fire to every last one of your veins.

“So good for me, baby,” he mutters, giving a soft groan of his own when your cunt clenches around his fingers at his words. He loves how predictable you are—you’ve never been immune to his sweet talk.

“Can you kiss me?” you ask, grasping fistfuls of his hoodie by now.

Without hesitation Wonwoo leans down and meets your lips, kissing you hard this time, sliding his tongue against yours like he’s trying to claim you, and you’d let him. Meanwhile, his fingers piston in and out of you with vigour, and you can’t imagine it getting any better until he pushes a third one past the ring of your hole, stretching you out even more deliciously than before.

Wonwoo pulls away just an inch from your face, staring intently at you as you pout. With resolve in his eyes, he brings his free hand to your mouth— he needs to warm up both hands of course— and it’s only when your glossy, puffy lips wrap absentmindedly around his middle and pointer fingers and suck that he realises how painfully hard he’s gotten.

Deep in your abdomen, a heat blooms and radiates outwards to every last inch of your limbs. It’s a winding coil that’s begging to snap, and Wonwoo can tell.

“Gonna cum?” he asks, his breath biting at your ear. His voice has fallen deeper somehow, so husky that it’s nearly a whisper.

“Mhm,” you reply, your moan muffled by the fingers in your mouth.

He starts to pump his fingers in and out of you with abandon and his keyboard skills come in clutch because before you can even process it, the coil deep inside you snaps.

“That’s it baby, cum for me,” he utters.

Wonwoo pulls his fingers out of your mouth and watches the bliss overcome your face, watches your eyes roll into the back of your head as a string of high-pitched moans falls from your lips. Your cunt clamps around his fingers, sloshing from how much slick gushes from your hole now, as he’s intent on fingering you until you come back down to earth.

When you do, and you’re left quivering with the aftershocks of your orgasm, Wonwoo drags his fingers out of you just to pop them in his own mouth and lick them clean, though he’s not as shameless about it as you.

“Gross,” you quip.

“Yeah? I’m sure it was gross,” he replies, grinning at you. He has the patience of a saint and also the gall of a demon.

You roll your eyes in feigned contempt. “Don’t you have a stream to do?”

“Yeah, but I also have a needy girlfriend who needs to be held after she cums. Do you want ramyeon?”

You melt instantaneously, your head drooping against his chest.

“Pretty please,” you say.

Anyone would assume he’s grovelling from the way he brings you ramyeon and strawberry milk and gummy bears and your favourite chips. You know it’s just because he loves you.

He’s also trying to make up for the fact that he’s ditching you for the next three hours.