#and you get home and take a shower and lay down on clean sheets

[moeyynorris]

She Tastes Like Home

Lando Norris x F!Reader

Warnings: smut (oral f!receiving). That’s it. That’s all it really is. Oh, and it’s not very well edited because I’m lazy. Sorry.

Lando grinned the moment he walked through the hotel bathroom door, fresh and clean from his shower. Practice 2 had been frustrating, but he got info for the team so they could sort out the problems. Things were going to work out, everything was going to be ok.

Which is why you were confused by Lando’s solemn expression… until it clicked.

The two of you had been in Japan for 4 days now, having gotten there a bit early so you could see the sights. But, that was 4 days away from the comfort zone you both called home.

That was it; Lando was homesick.

��Come lay with me, baby,” you begged with a whisper, patting the spot on the bed beside you. A sweet yet devilish smile answered you as Lando slowly made his way over to you. His emerald gaze darkened as he stopped at the end of the bed, taking in your form. His eyes lingered on the white, semi-sheer cami you loved to sleep in. Then, they trailed down to the matching panties, licking his lips.

You re-captured Lando’s gaze. “See something you like, handsome?”

His lips parted as he drank you in. Then, he leaned forward, arching his bare torso over the edge of the bed. His long fingers gripped the sheet slightly as he pulled himself towards you.

A lightly calloused palm caressed your knee, urging it away from the other. Lando bit his bottom lip as he hoisted himself forward one last time, his face hovering over the thin material that hid his prize.

“Lando—“ you breathed, begging him to say something. He peered up at you through curled lashes.

“I love you,” he managed, something between a whisper and a growl. Your breath huffed out of you.

“I love you t—“ your word ended in a low moan as Lando’s finger traced up your clothed slit. He slid his finger up and down, smirking as your body tensed.

Your hummed and gasped as he continued, seeming to enjoy just watching you, how you reacted to his mere touch.

“I need to—“ he groaned as he reached up and tugged your panties down. You lifted up so he could get them completely off you. The moment they were off, he left a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses up each of your thighs. Then, he hovered over your wet heat, his breath sending shivers over your hot skin.

“Lando, please.” Thats all he needed. He slipped a finger through your slick, then another, parting your folds. His thumb found your swollen clit and began to slowly roll circles over the nub. Your back arched as you let out a whimper.

His tongue finally flicked at the glistening flesh, before he flattened his tongue and slowly slid up your folds. “Mmmm,” he hummed, licking the slick from his lips. “You taste like home,” he groaned. He went in for another long taste of you, his thumb quickening its pace.

“Lando, oh—“ you gasp, wiggling under him. His free hand pinned your hip down, holding you still. Then, he replaced his thumb with his tongue, the muscle swirling over your swollen nub.

A raspy moan left you as a finger toyed with your entrance. It entered you, only half way, then he pulled it back out. You bucked against his grasp, desperate for friction. He grinned against your folds, then gave you what you wanted.

Two fingers squeezed their way deep inside you. He pulled them out, then thrusted them back in. He quickly found a rhythm, thrusting and curling while his tongue rubbed and swirled against you.

You bucked and wiggled against him, quickly feeling your release closing in. You reached down, grasping onto his wild curls as he savored you.

His head rose up, blackened eyes meeting yours. “C’mon baby. Cum for me.” Lando licked his glistening lips and grinned, watching your body as it inched closer to bliss. “C’mon my love.” He licked another stripe over your folds before getting back to work.

Within seconds, you felt a throbbing in your core. His fingers, his eyes, his flexing muscles, his tongue. It was all too much.

Your back arched as the first wave hit you. You bucked against Lando’s merciless effort, whimpering and moaning his name as you rode each wave. He continued his dance as you writhed beneath him, grasping his locks, your other hand in the bed sheets.

“Oh my god,” you huffed as you came down. Lando lifted his head and pulled his hands away. You whined at the loss of touch.

“Oh no, Lando is just fine,” he teased, shooting you a wink. You rolled your eyes and whined as you wiggled under him again.

He chuckled. “Oh, impatient are we?” You huffed in frustration. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m just getting started.”

[retiredteabag]

soft Toji dog-sitting for a generous!reader

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4 - pt. 5 - pt. 6

synopsis: Toji was quite accustomed to objectifying himself for a check. And to be frank, far worse actions as well. Now he’s not sure what to do with himself after meeting the kind and generous owner of the dog he pet-sits for.

read along as Toji grows more comfortable around you despite his past.

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Toji had stayed the night at many women's houses. At some point down the line, he started requesting they order him an Uber or something, but in the beginning, he was hardly at his own place. And for a brief period, when he was in a real desperate situation, he stayed with the women because he didn't have a place of his own.

That's why it's so strange to Toji, to feel apprehensive at staying the night in your home.

You won't even be there, what's it matter? He thought.

But then again, that might be why he's a bit uneasy about the whole thing. You were to be gone three days for a work event. And you had entrusted him with your entire place. He had showered and napped in your house, eaten your food and brought in the mail. He was comfortable to the point it felt like a second (much nicer) home. What he had never done, was stay the night. He certainly hadn't slept in your bed...

You had seemed overwhelmed and uneasy about the situation while walking him through everything. You had been on the opposite side of the kitchen island when you had said,

"I know this is so short notice, I'm terribly sorry, I wasn't even supposed to be on this trip, I asked not to go, but the other official called out sick." Your hands made grand and elaborate gestures and your dogs head wobbled as he followed your theatrical hands. "So now, I'm stuck, I have to go." You sounded upset.

"'S not a problem. So, what day does the trash go out, again?" He held back a grin as your shoulders drooped.

"Toji, you're my hero. Thank you. And Wednesday, don't worry if you forget to take it out though."

You had informed him that the dog would probably like it best if he stayed downstairs with him while you were away. Meaning-sleeping in the master bedroom. In your bedroom. On your bed.

Oh...kay...

He shrugged it off as you muttered some, "of course, I'll clean the sheets so don't worry about that..." And explained about the difficult relationship between the dog and the mailman. But he was too caught up in the fact that you were so trusting of him.

There didn't seem to be any uncomfortable air around you, other than your work-related stress around the trip, but you didn't seem to have a problem with this big-ass man spending a few days in at your place.

Toji had lots of appeal, and he had grown to know, the majority of it was sex appeal. And the fact that you clearly had no interest in that aspect of his abilities... made him feel odd. Any time he would throw a compliment at you, you would smile politely, and say something nice about him. Except it was always,

"You're so good at you're job!"

"I'm so glad I can trust you to look after my puppy!"

"I appreciate how efficient you are!"

it made his ears feel hot.

So did the smell of your bedsheets. In fact, your pillowcases had such an effect on him, on that first night you were gone, he found himself rummaging through your things to distract himself.

He meandered through your room, pulling books and sticky notes off dressers and walking through your closet nook. He intentionally did not open any drawers but when he stumbled upon a pair of pajamas lying on a bookcase ladder, he quickly turned around and went to examine the fascinating blanket collection at the foot of your bed.

Staying at your place meant he could sleep in if he wanted to, but that morning he got out of bed earlier than usual. He wasn't going to let his mind wander while lying in the same spot you lay.

He found himself pretending he actually lived in the space. Getting dressed. Feeding the dog. Making breakfast. All in the luxurious home he did not belong in. After some time he realized all of these fantasies included you. He imagined making coffee as you sat across the island, he imagined talking with you, as a normal person, over pancakes, or whatever the hell rich people ate.

Eventually, he had to shake the thoughts from his head as they began to seem too domestic.

One thing that carried throughout the days of your leave, was the photos. You had repeatedly told him to never hesitate to contact you, "And please feel free to send pictures!" So send pictures- he did.

On walks, in the back yard, while booping the dog's nose, after giving the beast a treat. He sent most to you but kept some for himself. You acted as if he was spoiling you with these images of your own canine, the hearted messages and polite, "This really made my day!" stuck with him, when in reality, you were the one spoiling him with how much you had given him for his stay.

Once upon a time, the money he had in his wallet would have already been gone. A real likelihood being that he took the cash and left the dog to fend for itself. Only naive people paid before the service was completed. But he was a different man now. Or so he told himself as he pondered how you must think of him.

You must think highly. To pay so much upfront. You must trust him.

That evening, after walking the dog one last time, he flipped his phone around in his hand while lying down, legs hanging off your mattress. It was late, he was wondering what you were doing and what he should spend his money on when he felt the vibrations of his phone.

He saw your contact pop up and was quick to open the messaging app. What he saw, however, confused him a great deal.

"I would like for you to not involve the police with this. If possible, do keep this event and its handlings between us, I would be unhappy if my colleagues heard about this."

He sprang up in the bed, his feet planted on the floor as he read and reread your message over and over. Confusion filled him, was this message intended for him? If so, had you discovered something about Toji's past? Or had you mistakenly sent the message to him?

What was this about?

He began to write back, only to stop. He wanted to see if you would alter your text, or confirm your mistake. When you didn't and he could not take it any longer. He responded.

"What event are we discussing?"

Immediately he saw that you had read his reply, and quickly he saw an ellipses appear. It faded quickly. He waited for what seemed like forever, unsure of what to say. "I would be unhappy if my colleagues heard about this" he knew you had discussed his working for you before with your co-workers before he distinctly told you he wasn't looking for more work.

Sick of all the waiting, he decided to call you. And as soon as the phone rang, it immediately went to voice mail.

Clearly, you had been in a hurry to avoid his call. Unsure of how to proceed, he texted again.

"???"

He had a sick feeling in his stomach as he rose to pace the bedroom. Finally a message arrived.

"Terribly sorry, that message was intded for my boss. I texted your ontact by mistake."

Toji tried to digest exactly what this meant. He saw the typos in your message and quickly wondered if you had ever been so careless before. He scrolled up to scan previous conversations but decided it was unimportant.

"I see" he began, he wanted to ask what was happening but he knew he wouldn't want anyone prying into him, especially if it involved anything incriminating. He tried to relax himself. Perhaps the comment had nothing to do with him, even so, he decided to call you again to clarify what had just happened.

In a harsh contrast to before, the phone barely had a chance to ring before you picked up. Toji knew he hadn't been thinking straight. But when he saw the call start he realized then that he hadn't planned what he was going to say. It wasn't but a moment later that he discovered that all of his unanswered questions were irrelevant.

He held the phone up to his ear and heard quick breaths from the other end of the call. What he assumed was a frantic exhale, came out more like a sob as he heard pained whimpers.

"Didn't mean to...sorry about tonight. It was my mistake." You were speaking very slowly, in a calculated sort of way. Still, your voice shook.

Toji was impossibly still as he listened to your voice. "What's going on, y/n?"

That night he would lay in bed, trying to sleep, and realize that this particular moment might have been the first time he used your name intentionally. In the moment, however, he was all too occupied to care. He wanted to come off as gentle and friendly, something he was completely unaccustomed to.

The line went quiet. There was a long pause before a throaty squeak came and a warbled, "...sorry" was heard. Just before the call ended.

Toji began to pace again, he called you once more before he decided that it might be best to not pressure you. He ran a hand down his face as he tried to write a text. But he had nothing to say, he was experiencing confusion and confusion alone.

Turns out, he didn't need to start the conversation again, in your never-ending kindness, you sent, "I'm sorry for all of this, this is a small matter with work at the moment and I did not mean to startle you. I see how it might have come off as concerning. I promise this will not effect you. I'm sorry. Please forget this occurred."

Relief flooded Toji faster than he could question it. So this didn't involve him. But what exactly was happening? He gave your message a thumbs up... but something was still stuck eating at his brain.

"Were you crying just now?" He sent.

He expected a long wait before you responded but, to his surprise you reply was prompt.

"Sorry about that."

And a moment later, "I didn't mean to involve you."

That feeling in his stomach sunk further as he stared at his phone. Unsure of what to say, your dog whimpered at his feet and Toji took a deep breath.

"I wasn't asking for you to apologize" he typed, trying to put his intentions into words. "Are you okay?"

He couldn't remember the last time he had asked someone about their wellbeing. So when you responded,

"Yes. I think so." He found himself slowly walking back to your bed. Staring at the floor as he sat on your comforter. He decided he wouldn't press.

He liked your message.

He laid in your bed.

And he tried to get the sound of your shaky breaths out of his mind.

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[actuallysaiyan]

hihihi!! this is for your lovely valentines day event!! i was thinking maybe SDV Sebastian tries to plan the most romantic Valentine’s Day, but everything falls through and he has to try and improvise to impress reader! it can be nsfw or sfw its totally up to you!! :)) 💕

warnings: mentions of drinking, use of vibrator, Sebastian is a nasty little thing, Robin knows y'all are gonna get nasty word count: 1.1k pairings: Sebastian x Fem!Reader summary: Valentine's Day usually sucks for Seb, and this one is no different...except he really needs it to go well despite all his plans crumbling before his eyes.

Sebastian cannot believe how terribly this is going. After all the planning he put into today, it was just all crumbling before his very eyes. He’s been pining after you ever since the spring Flower dance, and now it’s winter and it’s valentine’s day and he had everything all planned out in the best way. Yet it just wasn’t going to work out in his favor.

The secret gift he had made for you? Somehow someone got into his room and it got pushed off the shelf. So the clay figurine of your character in Solarian Chronicles is completely destroyed. He had written you a sweet song, but for the life of him, he can’t find the notebook he wrote it in. And even the gift he ordered for you online isn’t going to show up on time.

Sebastian lays on his bed, his eyes closed tight and his breathing coming in and out quickly. He’s got just a few hours to be able to improvise for you, otherwise things are going to become even more terrible. He texts Sam for advice, then he texts Abigail. They both have different ideas for what he can do to make this work, but Sebastian begins working harder. He knows he’s going to have to figure something out. So he calls up the Saloon and he begs Gus to cook him up some sort of meal for you and him. Gus decides to do this favor for Sebastian, telling him to come pick it up within the hour.

The next thing he’s planning is to make his room a little more romantic. He changes the sheets, finds a few candles to light and cleans off the table so you both can eat there. Then he goes upstairs, looking for his mother. 

Robin cheerfully helps her son plan the rest of the night sweetly. She reminds the rest of the family not to bother the happy couple, and she even gives Sebastian a bottle of champagne. He’s blushing as she hands this to him, a soft “have fun!” coming from her lips. Sebastian doesn’t even know what she’s thinking, but he knows she can probably deduce that there will be something naughty going on downstairs.

In the backyard, Seb begins picking some flowers. He doesn’t have a gift to give you, but he knows you love flowers. And once he gets a nice bouquet going, he spots Linus. The older man flashes him a soft smile, knowing that Sebastian is working his hardest to still make this a very romantic day. Despite the cold, Sebastian manages to pluck beautiful Crocus flowers and a few Holly for some balance.

Once he’s got the pretty bouquet of winter flowers, he settles them in a vase in his room. Sebastian takes a moment to look around and admire his handiwork. This bedroom was going to be the perfect setting for such a romantic evening. All that was left was for him to go pick you and the meals up. He takes the quickest shower and gets dressed in a warm hoodie and those tight jeans you love so much.

On his way to pick you up, his stomach is in knots. He’s worried you’ll be disappointed by the lack of real gifts and the way this night would go down. But when you greet him on the porch of your home, you’ve got the biggest smile on your face.

“Happy valentine’s day!” You say with a sweet kiss to his cheek.

He smiles, “Happy valentine’s day.”

You two share a sweet little kiss, and he pulls you in so close. It’s a sweet moment between two lovers, and he never wants this to end. Then he takes you by the hand and leads you towards the town center. You two stop at the Saloon to pick up the delicious dinner that Gus had prepared for you. He passes it to Sebastian, a playful wink and a glint in his eyes.

The walk back to Sebastian’s place has you so giddy. It feels like you’re floating on a cloud as you tell him about your day and he listens to you so attentively. Your heart is so full of love and happiness.  

Inside his room, he pours some champagne for you and you two sit and eat such a delectable meal. Seb presents the flowers to you, which you coo over. You sheepishly give him a cute little valentine’s card you made for him. You scratch the back of your neck nervously, telling him you’ve been busy taking care of the animals and mining lately to make him anything more than that.

He smiles softly, “It’s perfect, baby.”

After dinner, you’re both full of champagne. It bubbles inside of both of you, coursing through your veins. Sebastian has you pinned to the bed, kissing you over and over. The way he holds you and kisses you makes your head spin. He presses his knee between your thighs, smirking at the way you moan from just this.

“Would you believe that when I got up this morning,” Sebastian asks between heated kisses. “That I thought everything was fucked up?”

You giggle, “Knowing you, yeah I’m not so surprised.”

He feigns being insulted, but it fuels him even more. He begins undressing you slowly, his eyes lingering on your beautiful body. Then he begins to press soft kisses to your most sensitive spots, relishing in the way you moan and gasp just for him. It’s so intoxicating to know that you react to the way he makes you feel so good. It’s something he prides himself on, and he knows he’s not going to stop anytime soon.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grunts as he grinds against you. “I’m kind of happy this is how this night turned out.”

You mewl, “Me too, Sebby.”

He grins mischievously before reaching over for the drawer in the bedside table. You know what he’s reaching for and it makes your heart race like crazy. The sounds of the vibrations coming from the wand vibrator make your cunt dribble even more slick. Sebastian chuckles darkly.

“Cute,” he murmurs hotly against your neck. “Just hearing this thing gets you going, yeah?”

You nod your head, making him chuckle again. Then he brings the vibrator to your aching cunt, and you cry out for him. The sounds of your cute little moans make his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers. Slowly, he lets the vibrator circle around your swollen nub. Sebastian has you exactly where he wants you.

“All mine…All mine for valentine’s day. My perfect valentine.”

[jyuansgf]

nsfw content ahead. minors dni.

– how would they react if you ask them to be rough on you as much as they possibly can during sex? with jing yuan, gepard, argenti. + aftercare. cw: rough fucking, overstim, fingering. a bit of fluff on the aftercare. not proofread.

notes: thanks to my friend for terrorising me into doing this /j ^___^ jokes aside, i had fun writing this!! i didn't want to make this too long so i tried my best.. also my rules, tags everything about my blog is up on my pinned. make sure to read them byf please!! if this one actually gets attention more than i intended it to be, i'll make a part two and a genshin one ;___; 

jing yuan — 

i think jing yuan wouldn’t react any differently when you ask him to be rough on you. jing yuan has always been gentle with you ever since you two started dating—jing yuan can be either a gentleman in bed or.. just fuck your brains out? he’s actually anything you can ask for. he prioritises your pleasure and your comfort more than anything else. you want him to fuck you senseless? sure, you want some intense fucking? go for it, you want some gentle fucking as he whispers some sweet praises right next to your ear? or maybe both—he’s just the perfect man for anything. if you want him to bury your head on the pillows as he pulls on your hair and pounds you from behind, he’ll do it, only if you want him to. although he can’t deny the fact that he likes to see you fall apart on his cock, fucking you rough as possible while his fingers are buried deep inside you. as long as he can make you cum before he does, he’s happy. 

after care with jing yuan is one of the things that you two can always look forward to after having your brains fucked out—and trust me, that isn’t the only thing he’s good at. if he’s that good in bed, he’s definitely more than that when it’s after care. first thing he would ask you if there’s anything that hurts or did he go too far on you, he would even prepare a bath for the both of you (no fucking again, he says) and prepare some sweets or your comfort food after your intimate moment with him. ask him to give you a massage or tell you a random story about his childhood then he shall deliver! or if you just want to lay down on bed, he’ll make sure to clean you up if you fall asleep. he just wants the best for you, and he would be willing to give you more. make sure to thank him, the only thing he’ll ask for you is your love and embrace that he can always come home to.

gepard —

i think he would be a bit taken aback by your request, not that he doesn’t want to do it but he’s got some hesitation in him if he can go that far for you. he would be the type to ask you to show him how you want this to happen or set any boundaries, he thinks you’re someone who should be deeply taken care of in bed and he didn’t even think of this doing this with you at all, he does not want to hurt you. but he’s definitely willing to give it to you if you explain to him that this is not going to hurt you in the least.. it is your request after all. rough sex with gepard would definitely start with lots of foreplay, he’ll hesitate but once he gets the hang of it soon enough you’ll also be fucked dumb on the sheets, and he thinks that awakened something in him.. he doesn’t know that you’re the type to like this nor himself. he would often ask you if you can still take more or if you want him to stop, all his pent up frustrations or stress as a captain of belobog guards will all be poured into you that’ll leave you like a panting mess under him. don’t get him wrong though, he prioritises your release more than his, but forgive him if he accidentally cums inside you again and again.. poor guy can’t help himself at all.

after care with gepard would be a 50/50 situation for the both of you, give him time to recollect himself after because he thinks he’s not able to recover after that.. because of how good it felt. he’ll shower you with kisses and praises immediately after and would ask you questions if he did good or if it’s what you asked for. if you assure him that he did not hurt you at all, that’s the only thing he needs to hear. stay for a little chat with him in bed as you both calm down from it, he would start preparing a bath for you two as he changes the bedsheets, a little subtle kisses before going to sleep is how you two would end the night. he would really do anything for you, if you wanted him to. totally thinks he would be up to doing it again some other time. don’t tease him about it though. he’ll blush a bit if you knew how much he liked it, just a bit, he says.

argenti — 

one of the best gentlemen out there, who just aims to make you feel good no matter what. just like jing yuan, i don’t think he’ll mind it. as for someone who just wants to worship your precious body. but of course he would ask you first if you’re sure about doing it, and if you give him a sign that it’s okay, he doesn’t even hesitate on doing so. he’ll be the type to go slow on you at first, tease you until you’re ready to take him inside your warm cunny. then, the next moment you knew, he’s fucking you in such vigorous pace, would make you suck on his fingers as his lips traces over your body, and if he takes you from behind–he would even wrap his hands around your neck just to take a good look at your pretty messy face, he’ll still kiss your tears away even though he’s ramming inside your sopping wet pussy, he’ll switch by using his fingers, cock or his mouth just to overstimulate you. degrading words would definitely come out of his mouth but he does it in his own unique way (if you know, you know). he will definitely tease you but worry not, you don’t even remember how many times he had made you cum already.

aftercare with argenti? my love, you’re in for a treat. i’m sure we all know this man praises everything he sees, but when it comes to you as if he doesn’t run out of words. your afterglow with him would be definitely something, immediately would cradle you in his arm after making your legs tremble from overstimulation, he would press kisses all over your body and not a single spot would be missed. he would even press a chaste kiss on your clit after he cleaned you up, telling you were such a good girl for taking him or any words of praise that he could think of. the bath was already set up even before the two of you started, some bath bombs, scented candles, and petals scattered all over the floor. he’ll bring you some water or any snacks you prefer as he helps you clean up and after the two of you settles in bed, it would always ends with giggles and topics that the both of you share.. and of course, he doesn’t forget to praise you all over again, may he forgive you for falling asleep as he talks about how your body makes him feel good and how ethereal you are. it’s his way of making you fall asleep after all. 

[tenjikufag]

dude im a cornball and a hornball at thr same time and i found out when i saw jiyans slutty ahh WAIST 😍 SO i humbly request for jiyan x top male reader smut 😭 maybe after a td outbreak hes all tired n stuff so reader takes care of him the whole night <33

Reward.

Jiyan x Top!Male Reader

-SMUT!, fluffy, sub(?) Jiyan etc it’s smut there’s nothing more to it ?

-THANK YOU FOR THE REQ!! I adore this man. Going from story line though ah hope that’s okay.

Jiyan groaned, his body and mind tired from the TD outbreak and having to attend the summer games almost directly afterwards. Rover was a nice change of pace to have around, made his own life easier and eased a lot of social tension present from attending while being.. well him. He’s the general, and anyone under him would feel a certain way about having him in their party.

But, none of that mattered because he wanted nothing more than to return home to you- you’d been one of the resonators to stay back to protect the city borders and while you were absolutely fine and unscathed.. he couldn’t keep you out of his thoughts the whole time.

His body craved to feel you after it all, with everything being so crazy since Rover had woken and almost seemingly set off every catalyst to the impending outbreak.. you weren’t around nearly enough for his liking.

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Jiyan felt his feet start to drag, his ankles almost jelly when the home the two of you shared came into view. A soft smile teased his lips when he finally reached the front door.

“Ji? Is that you?”

Your voice released the tension he held in his jaw and shoulders; quickly he followed your voice, without a single second wasted his arms wrapped around your torso.

“It’s nice to see you too, love. Go get washed up and I’ll have your clothes and blankets ready on the bed..”

“Just let me hold you for a moment longer..”

Smiling, you let him squeeze you. You could feel how tense his joints were, his new scratches and bruises would surely appear within the next hours but you’d tend to them when he was clean. The male finally, but reluctantly, let go and made his way to the bathroom to shower.

You were relieved to know he was relatively okay, obviously exhausted but okay nonetheless. It was time to prep his reward, a massage!

It was routine.

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Setting his things out on the bed, the water shut off and he slinked out of the bathroom, followed by the steam.

“Lay down, I have everything ready. Just relax.”

His long damp hair cascaded down his body, swaying with every step he took to lay down on the bed- stomach down and he cuddled into the pillows.

Squirting a bit of lotion into your hands, you warmed it up and started from his legs up.

Your partner had no real reaction aside from sighs of relief but when you started his thighs, he started to moan.

“Right there, ugh.. press deeper..”

Chuckling, you complied. The higher you went, more he moaned and whined.

His waist and back were the most sensitive.

And you loved teasing him..

Digging your thumbs into his hips, he whined and arched his back. You circled around the flesh, relishing in his shaky breathes and the way he gripped the sheets.

“Don’t get too excited Jiyan, we aren’t even half way..”

Leaning up to his ear, you whispered to him and gave him light praises.

“You did such a good job, general.. I’m so glad I get to make you feel so good~”

Gliding your thumbs up his sides, you rubbed inwards to his tacet mark.

Not many non resonators knew, but a tacet mark is incredibly sensitive. Despite needing to be exposed to be used, the marking was sensitive to the touch.

Jiyan adored when you touched it, making his body flush with arousal at the tender care you took with each pass you made at it.

The male laid huffing under you, blush evident from his ears.

“So lewd, general. I almost think you’d want something else, Hm?”

You brought your hand towards his glutes and massaged deeply into the plush flesh. Earning a breathy moan from him.

“I want my reward.. please..”

“Oh? What’s that? What does my sweet boy want?”

“It’s my reward, please.. stop messing around..”

Smiling softly, you complied. Getting off the bed and grabbing oils. Returning to the bed you kneeled behind him, his legs straddled under your own.

“I apologize, you’re right. You did so well, such a good job, and still managed to come back to me~ how lucky am I?”

Massaging the oil onto his ass, you slowly made you ways towards his entrance- lightly separating his cheeks and letting oil drip onto his hole.

The male was already moaning freely under you, twitching slightly every time you ghosted over his entrance.

“Are you ready?”

He groaned out a “yes please” and that would have to suffice for now.

Scooping more oil into your hand, you toyed around the rim and slipped a finger in. His ass clenched around your finger before relaxing, allowing you to move around.

It wasn’t long until you slipped two in, then three.

Jiyan raised his hips, almost chasing after your hand every time you pulled out.

“Such a good boy. So good for me.”

Reaching your hand around, you grabbed his hard dick- it was throbbing in your hand and all of his precum made it easy to start jerking him off.

He moved his head to the side to peak at you behind him, mouth open and gasping.

“More. Give me more.”

Pulling away your hands, you wiped them off on the towel beside your partner.

You undressed, far too slow for your partners liking. He flipped to lay on his back and raised his legs for you.

His face was flushed, a faint dribble of drool on the corner of his lips.. he was a sight to behold, truly.

You loomed over him, tip barely poking into him as you looked into his glazed eyes. Leaning down, you caught his lips and he eagerly accepted- letting your tongue explore his mouth and bite his lips.

He whimpered when you pulled away, only to quickly clasp a hand over his mouth when you finally slid into him.

“You gotta relax Ji.. your squeezin’ too hard..”

Hissing, his ass almost painfully gripped you and sucked you in deeper. You leaned down again and kissed his neck to ease his tightness. The more he moaned, the less pressure you felt around you.

When he was finally relaxed, you started thrusting into his at an even, mild, pace. Just like he liked.

This was a reward after all, he needed to be pampered and cared for.

With every thrust, he gasped and tried to grab something. Whether it was the sheets, his own hair, your arms, anything. His need to grab something always led to him pulling you close and scratching your back out of desperation.

His nails dug into your skin as he cried in pleasure. You hissed with every pass his nails made, running over the same spots over and over.

“I’m gonna..”

He came all over his stomach, eyes tightly held shut. His body tensed, letting go of you and breathing heavily.

Smiling, you licked your lips and pecked his cheek before leaning up and placing your hands on his tiny waist.

Circling your thumbs on the soft flesh, you picked up the pace. Making him gasp, putting his hands up to pull at his own hair and arching his back. He bit his lips the faster you went, abuse on his prostate made his vision hazy and almost let him choke on his drool.

The heat in your abdomen built, your own gasping mixing with the gasps from the male under you.

“Alright love, quickly.. fuck.. in or out..”

“In. Don’t you dare pull out.”

He glared up at you, as if you’d asked him the dumbest question ever before going back to being a gasping moaning mess.

Nodding, you kept up the pace and the burning became a wave of warmth as you came inside him.

Jiyan twitched under you, his last orgasm riding out with your load inside him.

He laid there, trying to catch his breathe. You smiled softly at him, giving him another kiss and peppering soft pecks around his face.

“Good boy, you did a great job. I’m proud of you.”

He only groaned, making you laugh lightly.

[ursuguru]

day & night . . .

⭑ SYNOPSIS [ wc﹐575 ] satosugu bf’s that work opposite shifts and neither one of them can keep their hands (dick or tongue) out / off of you.

⭑ CONTENT [ mdni﹐nsfw ] fem reader, oral (f & m), fingering, breeding, clothed dry humping, geto fingering gojo. terms used, cünt & cǒck.

having two boyfriends was literally what one would call the shit. gojo was bubbly and sweet, spontaneous and fun; and geto was caring and nurturing, basically taking care of you and satoru, in more ways than one. they both worked twelve hour shifts, hardly passing one another on their work days, but due to working swing shifts, they had the same days off. satoru worked the first shift while suguru worked the third.

satoru was home with you during the evening times to cook dinner and settle in for bed. he would fuck your brains out, tongue running all over your body as you whimpered and gripped the sheets. he would leave a mess in your cunt, his load dripping out into your panties for your beloved boyfriend to find in the morning;

and suguru was there for you in the morning to wake you up by fingering the mess that gojo left for him, since it was still sopping wet. his cum did always make a good lube. he would use his tongue to clean your sticky little cunt, making you squirm and orgasm again. then he would cook you breakfast and get you cleaned up with a shower.

it was even better when the two of them were together, taking turns fucking your pussy while the other keeps his tongue in your mouth, urging you to focus. satoru’s thrusts are a lot faster, a lot more sporadic, like he’s desperate to breed you, like you’ll get away if he doesn’t hurry up and hold you down. suguru’s thrusts are a lot deeper, hips rocking with more of a rhythm. he sinks in with ease as he attempts to have you feel every ridge and vein along his cock, he knows you’ll take it.

you enjoy the hours when one of them gets home, or when one has to leave; satoru begging you to get him off really quick, trying his best to grind his clothed cock against you in desperation before you finally succumb and suck him off, swallowing his load. only for suguru to come home and taste his boyfriend on your mouth, smirking because he knows he plans to do the same for gojo, only sugu doesn’t have to beg you, he just pulls his cock out and plaps it right on your face as you lay in bed scrolling. you know what to do.

it’s even better when you go out on your days off, the boys arguing on who has to sit in the back during the car rides and who gets to sit beside of you in the booth during lunch. thank god the bathroom at the restaurant was a private, one room stall sort of deal; because no way were the three of you fitting in a standard size stall, and the boys just couldn’t wait their turn.

suguru pushing gojo into the bathroom, dragging you along in tow. you’re bent over, hips against the sink, face almost smooshed into the mirror; satoru behind you with his cock shoved deep into your cunt, twitching and whimpering like a little bitch in heat as geto works him open from behind with his long slender fingers, just so he could fit his own cock there.

of course, all eyes in the restaurant were on you, as you exited the bathroom first, followed by two disheveled men with goofy grins. didn’t i tell you? having two boyfriends is the shit.

© ursuguru 2024. do not copy.

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

TXT tucking you in before leaving for a night schedule

Fluff, no warnings!

Please let me know which one is your favourite!

☆ gender neutral reader

Soobin

It takes Soobin longer than he would care to admit to leave the couch, pressing one last kiss to your face before pulling away - no wait, just one more - before untangling his arms from around you and getting to his feet. He glances back at you on his way to get his jacket and you look so lonely there by yourself now, you pout at each other. There’s just one more thing he has to do before he can put on his shoes and go. You think he’s coming back for another kiss while he puts on his jacket, but when he raises it, it comes down and over you. He tucks it around your shoulders and you slip your arms through the sleeves, wearing it back to front. It’s big enough on you to act as a blanket, bonus, it smells like him. He smiles down at you and strokes your hair, and now he really has to go because he’s getting a call from his driver who is downstairs waiting.

Yeonjun

You exit the bathroom, all warm from your shower, into your bedroom and notice something strange. Your pillowcase was always white, and now it’s black. Your attention shifts to your boyfriend who stands at the end of your bed, smiling at you. He’ll tuck you in, he says. You climb into bed, eyeing the pillow again. Wasn’t it white? It’s his shirt, Yeonjun tells you, so you can fall asleep imagining it’s his chest your head is laying on. His eyes have that sparkle, his grin wide, the way he always looks when he does something cheesy like this, as he pulls the covers up around you. You turn to kiss him, but he’s leaning over to your nightstand, the tv suddenly turning on with your favourite movie ready to play on the screen.

Beomgyu

He pulls his arm out from under you ever so carefully, retreating from the bed so slowly it would look as if he was moving in slow motion; the sheets sound so loud to him when he’s trying to be quiet. Ten minutes ago you were chatting together, until he was talking and getting no reply; you were out like a light. He had told you that you didn’t have to stay awake and keep him company until his schedule, but you had insisted on spending as much time with him as you could get. Now he has to leave, but you’re laying on top of the duvet and he won’t be here to keep you warm and he doesn’t want you to get cold and wake up. He tiptoes out of the room and dashes to the cupboard, retrieves the fluffiest blanket of all and comes quietly back to spread it gently over you. You look so peaceful and adorable that he wants to kiss your cheek goodbye but he won’t risk it, backing towards the door and, with one final look, turns out the light. He can’t wait to come home.

Taehyun

You always have a later dinner on the nights Taehyun has a schedule. He’s always said you don’t have to wait and eat when he does, but you insist on having dinner with him. When you’re done eating, you sit and chat for a while, until it’s time for him to head off to work. He offers to help you tidy up the dishes, but you tell him that you’re going to put them away and head to bed - you usually go to bed early on the nights Taehyun works because you tend to wake up when he comes home very late. Saying goodbye, he slips his shoes on at the door and then he’s gone. You busy yourself with the plates, cleaning and drying, so much quicker a job with only dishes for two, and just when you’ve closed them inside the cupboard, you hear the door unlocking again. You turn with a smile, asking what he’s forgotten. This, he says, and scoops you up in his arms with a laugh, your arms winding around his neck in surprise, and carries you towards the bedroom. With one hand he pulls the covers back, then slides you gently into bed. His eyes are warm as ever as he tucks you in, resting his forehead against yours before kissing you. He really has to go now, he tells you, but he’ll be back to perform his big spoon duties in a few hours.

Huening Kai

He starts out by bringing just one of the plushies from his bed, placing it beside you under the covers. But before he knows it, whether because he wants to drag this out and not leave yet or because of the way you smile and snuggle the toy against your face, he makes another trip and comes back with five more in his arms. He strategically places them - one on either side of your middle, one on either side of your legs, and one on the end of the bed, “standing guard”, he explains.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

[shrike-fic]

inexperienced reader x 'i secretly play the flute thinking about you (respectfully)' hozier?

Sorry this took so long yall, I’m constantly busy with…….. interesting stuff. Hope you enjoy :)

⭐️ Hozier zerkin it ⭐️

Warnings: smut pure smut

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Andrew got home late into the night after one of your bar excursions. His head was swirling with cheap beer and whiskey laced memories of just a few hours ago, going over what happened as to maybe have some sort of recollection of any of it in the morning. Thoughts of you dancing together, taking shots together, laughing together plagued him as he swayed through the house.

Briefly grinning to himself at this secret admiration for you, he’s taking his coat off and practically ripping his shoes off after he gets into his room. As much as he’d love to pass out on his worn in bed right then and there, he figures it’d be unhygienic to sleep in his bed with clothes that he’d been in all day. In his hazy mind, he stands up with a groan, grabs his shower towel and starts walking towards the house’s bathroom.

As Andrew prepares his shower and strips down, he can’t help but think of some things that you.. drunkenly confessed to him. You confided to him about some things that you may or may not (definitely have not) done. He was shocked of course, how could a girl like you not have men practically falling at your feet? Lighthearted teasing ensued between the two of you concerning who had done what and where and when, but he just couldn’t wrap his head around what you said.

He steps in, his feet hitting the cool tile, and his hand having a matching feeling pressed to his palm as he uses the wall to steady himself. Turning on the water, he melts into the much needed steady warm stream that was pouring over him.

God, how nice it would be if you were in there with him.

He knits his brows at the thought of that, face turning pink with nobody but the droplets on his skin and the shower head to witness it. He feels slightly guilty from this, with you being his closest friend thinking of you in this way seemed wrong. But some part of him knew that deep down thats what he really wanted. Desperately wanted. His head wasn’t getting any clearer the longer he spent in the shower, which made him feel dirty no matter how well he cleaned the whole of himself.

The longer he stayed in that shower, the longer that heat grew between his legs. He knew he was half-hard by now, his dick practically begging to be touched. He harshly sighed out, almost a scoff, and quickly turned the water to cold to maybe sober him up and get rid of some of these dirty thoughts. What was he, a teenager?

With his hair being scruffed up in a towel, and some boxers haphazardly thrown on, he made his way back into his room where he so desperately wanted to collapse in. He fell back into his bed, letting his legs kick up a bit at that motion. After laying there with his legs hanging off the bed, he decides to swing them up and under the covers where the rest of him follows. He rubs his face with both of his hands, knowing deep down how utterly screwed he is. You had just confessed a deeply personal secret to him, and he’s being plagued with all the things that he’d love to do to you.

Heaven knows the splash of cold water on himself didn’t work. It hardly sobered him up, but it did nothing to keep those deliciously hedonistic thoughts out of his head. So there he was, knees slightly bent with his stomach clenched and his hand working his stiff and leaking cock up and down. His head was tossed to the side of his pillow, thrown back with his knitted brows framing his strained face, and his clean pair of boxers somewhere in his messed up sheets.

His lips were parted, with wanton groans and quickened breath spilling out of it. Oh how he wished it was your hand instead of his. His breath hitched and let out a desperate noise at the thought of this, quickening his pace, moving his other hand to comb through his hair.

He wondered how your hand would feel. Softer and smaller than his, not as confident in your actions, yet still wanting to help please him the best you could. His thoughts raced from your hands, to your lips, to what you would taste like. How he’d kill to find all of this out; to experience all of you. His mouth falls open deeper, with his desperate noises becoming louder and needier the longer he stroked his leaking cock.

Pre cum was dribbled on his pale lower stomach, his hips slightly bucking into his thoroughly moving hand. Thumb rubbing up against the hot red tip of his cock provided the perfect amount of friction to get him so close to falling off that edge. His back arching and him twitching in his own hands, he could see stars in behind eyes and feel the knot in his stomach snap as he pumped himself those last few times.

One last cry, and Andrew was sloppily bucking his hips into his hand releasing his cum onto his stomach and fingers. He pumped himself through it, nearing to the point of overstimulation— he just couldn’t get enough of you. Finally he released his spent dick from his hand, and laid there with a mess all over himself. After catching his breath for a minute, he reached over to his nightstand and cleaned himself off with a tissue. Cursing himself lightly as to why he would bother to take a shower just to do this to himself directly afterward.

He wasn’t totally free of guilt after finishing to the thought of you, he just didn’t really know how to deal with it. The best solution he could come up with? Sleep it off. Which would be great, but who the hell is calling him at such a late time? He groggily reaches over to the nightstand to pick up his phone ready to grumble at whoever was calling him at an hour like this, only to realize it was your name at the top of his screen.

He answers the phone, feeling a bit more guilty than before.

“Hey.. ehm… are you alright? Why are you calling this late?”

“You were supposed to call me when you got home, I was worried you hadn’t made it or something” You say with a slight scolding voice.

“Ah I’m very sorry, I was.. in the shower.”

He cringes at himself and covers his eyes with his hand.

[nichoswrld]

first time with &team

pairing boyfriend!&team legal line x afab reader

warnings protected sex, virginity loss, foreplay, aftercare, making out, one mention of food (breakfast), oral (f receiving), dry humping, showering together (non-sexual), i got carried away with some of these oops !!

playlist a little death - the neighborhood

note requested here, don’t be shy and go drop an ask !!

kei

kei may give off demon in the bedroom vibes, but he’s really just a sweetheart who wants to give you a good time. he’s such a gentleman, he takes you to a nice candlelit dinner at a restaurant, but you two don’t make it to the bedroom before the foreplay starts. right when you get home you find yourself pressed against the door, kei’s mouth pressed against yours. his teeth and tongue make you dizzy and disoriented so you don’t pay much mind when he lifts you into his strong arms and carries you to the bedroom. he lays you down gently, and kisses down your body with fervor. he gives you multiple orgasms that night, cleaning you up while you lay exhausted on the bed before coming back to hold you until you both fall asleep.

fuma

fuma doesn’t have sex with you until well after the first “i love you.” don’t get him wrong, he wants you every moment he’s with you, but the man has incredible restraint. he needs to make sure you’re absolutely certain you want him to take your virginity. when the night finally comes, he surely makes it special. there’s flower petals leading up to the bed, fresh satin sheets, vanilla-scented candles, the whole shebang. he eats you out as foreplay, and is gentle and sweet the whole way through. he asks you if you’re doing okay a few times and makes sure you know it’s perfectly okay to want to stop at any time. gives the best aftercare as well, carrying you to the bath and washing you both before tucking you into bed for cuddles.

nicholas

oh he jumps right into it. it happens randomly one night while you’re both listening to music, you on his lap while he probably games, and the lyrics turn sexual and you’re both turned on. you share one look and your lips are locked. he spins you around so that you’re straddling him and you grind against each other for a bit. when you move to the bed, he eats you out like a starved man. you literally have to remind him to take it slow because he nearly rips your clothes off. he does nottt care, he just wants you so bad. he remembers to be gentle, though, it’s your first time and he would never want to hurt you (unless it’s pleasurable but we’ll cover that another time). nearly forgets aftercare pt1 because he’s so tired after, but he makes sure to at least get you in the shower and change the sheets so you both can sleep in a clean bed (just to dirty it again the next morning pls).

euijoo

euijoo is the sweetest boy. he overthinks the whole thing- changing the sheets several times to make sure the color is just right, keeping wine on hand in case you need a bit of liquid courage, and even buying color changing led lights to set the mood. he loves you so so so much and just wants the night to be perfect for you both. when you get to the room, he lays you down and you make out for a while before he gives you head that leaves you within an inch of your life (biggest ej munch enthusiast!!). he’s so serious while taking the your clothes off after, you may have to crack a few jokes to release the tension. once he’s inside of you, he’s the softest man alive. he whispers words of praise in your ears like “you feel so good.” “so tight for me.” is serious about aftercare too, makes sure you get a nice warm shower after and you do skincare together afterwards. expect the warmest cuddles after, and to wake up to breakfast in bed.

yuma

yuma finds it so hard to hold back and be gentle once you’re undressed. that’s why he’ll make sure you have some foreplay - something like over-the-clothes dry humping, or kissing down your body so you can get used to his touch. when it’s finally time to have sex, he softens up a bit, remembering you’re very inexperienced yourself, and is gentle with every touch. every thrust, ever caress, and every handhold- all soft, to the point where you literally have to verbalize that you want more. from then on, he’s the opposite of soft. almost forgets about aftercare pt2 because he’s so happy. says “i love you” about a million times. you can’t walk the next day, but it’s okay because it was the night of your life.

jo

jo is so very nervous, you’d probably have to take the lead most of the time. he’s just really large, as we know (in multiple ways…) and doesn’t want to hurt you. you’d be watching a movie or something on the couch, and having discussed beforehand that this was the night, you grow impatient and end up straddling his lap before the movie even ends. you’d make out for a bit, and probably end up making love on the couch for the first time, then again on the bed. jo definitely has good stamina (inspired by the waterbomb pics) and can go multiple rounds. for aftercare, he’d do things differently than the rest and try eating you out to bring you to your third orgasm of the night. probably cums himself too because it’s such a sight, you all fucked out for him on the bed. then, you take a shower and eat some ice cream, drink plenty of water, and finish the movie in bed finally (you both probably knock out before the end but it’s okay).

©nichoswrld | do not copy my work or repost onto any other platform.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"Aw, hell," Daryl drawled, dropping his bag on the floor. "What's this?"

You and Dog were cuddled up in the bed, snuggled under Daryl's blankets.

"I leave for one day and ya've already replaced me?" he drawled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a smile as he paced over to the edge of the bed.

You sunk your fingers into Dog's thick fur and smiled up at Daryl. "Please. You're absolutely irreplaceable. Dog was just keeping your spot warm while you were out."

"Yeah, sure... Alrigh' ya mangy mutt. Off!" Dog let out a soft boof. "Nah! I said off! She ain't yers, she's mine!" he argued with the Malinois, causing you to giggle at the exchange. "Dog! Get down! Now! Off!" With another bark and unhappy backtalk growl, Dog finally leapt off the bed and went to lay on the rug. Daryl looked at the spot where he'd been. "Keepin' my spot warm... and full of dog hair, huh?" He ran a hand over the sheets next to you. "Sand? Dammit. Bed's filthy," Daryl said, shooting you a look.

You gave him a sheepish smile. "Oops. I may have taken him to swim in the river. I didn't realize he brought the beach home."

Daryl laughed, a deep, gruff, hearty noise that you loved more than life. "Yer worse than he is," he drawled, leaning toward you to capture your lips in a kiss, his fingers floating to clasp your face and then rest gently along the curve of your neck. "Are ya filthy too?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

You grinned and bit your bottom lip. "I might be. What of it?"

"Better take ya to get cleaned up righ' now then. C'mon. Shower time," he said, starting to wrap his arms around your waist and tug you toward the edge of the bed.

You laughed with delight as Daryl descended on you and then yelled with surprise as Dog launched himself back onto the bed, hopping back and forth over you and Daryl, barking and bouncing on the bed, clearly needing to be involved. "Dog! Enough!" Daryl yelled at him through his own laughter, thrusting an arm out as the Malinois playfully charged toward him. "Dog! Quiet! Jesus Christ! Off!"

"He doesn't like how you're manhandling me," you laughed.

"Get down," Daryl barked back at Dog, grabbing his collar and gently tugging him off the bed again. "Manhandlin' ya? I'll manhandle ya..." His lips descended on your neck and you were more than happy to have them and his hands back on you.

[martiansodas-blog]

So, i've thinking about how cute and fluffy Art would be on reader's period: worried about her cramps, buying snacks, cuddling and spoiling her all week... (i love your fanfics and you make the best fluffy ones)

aw thank you so much ! fluff soothes the soul.

♡ art is getting one of those aesthetic rolling carts to keep in his bathroom for you. it has the brand(s) of pads and tampons you prefer. flushable wipes cause let’s be honest a lot of time toilet paper is not cutting it and you need a clean up in between showers. midol, aleve, maybe he’d buy you a pair of comfy underwear to have on hand too ☺️.

♡ changing your sheets for your before and after your period.

♡ snuggles all the time. he’s your personal heating pad. puts bud big hand on your bare tummy when you’re having cramps :( rubbing it ever so gently. telling you it’ll get better. he’s right here. and he’s spooning you whenever he can. insisting you sit/lay down the moment you’re home !

♡ a lot of massages. kneads your hips.

♡ we know he shows love by giving, so providing for you during this time comes naturally.

♡ makes sure he has all your favorite junk food on hand. (he may not be able to eat it but that’s not stopping him from having an entire cupboard full.) you just have to say salty or sweet and he’ll arrange a little tray.

♡ keeps you hydrated. as an athlete he has lots of liquid iv and gatorade and such on hand. sneakily adds electrolytes to your water. what a good boyfriend !

♡ honestly just has a lot of empathy for you. forehead kissed while he whispers soothing things in your ear,

“you’re so strong, there’s so much going on inside you right now.”

“i don’t know how you do it.”

“your body’s so amazing, sweetheart.”

♡ buys a heated blanket AND a weighted one after you menstruate around him for the first time. he’s nothing if not prepared. if he can’t take away his girls pain, he can sure soften the blow.

♡ would get a thick comfy dark red blanket and put it on his bed during your period. if you do bleed through your clothes during the night, it won’t be noticeable. much. better than sleeping on a towel. as soon as you’re onto the next phase of your cycle it goes into the wash ! simple !

♡ if he’s away at a tournament he’ll doordash you your go-to coffee and a breakfast sandwich. he’ll send you a message at the same time everyday, each a variation of:

Hey, I know you’re probably grumpy that you have to get up and work while you’re in pain. So here’s a little something. Please take care of yourself while I’m gone. Be back soon baby xx

[headkiss]

i have a summer themed request for steve!! helping him out with his sunburns from a whole day spent outside, just stupid affectionate, doting fluff <33

i loved this idea so so much thank u sm for requesting!!! i hope u like it <3 | 1.1k of pure fluff

Summers in Indiana are hot and humid, your hair a constant mess of frizz, the light sheen of sweat seemingly permanent on your skin until you cave and shower it off only for it to start all over again.

It’s windows open all night and fans plugged in all day in yours and Steve’s shared apartment, the hum of crickets sneaking through the screens, a constant soundtrack to your nights.

And—your favorite part—it’s beach days with your friends whenever your conflicting work schedules allow. Half in Eddie’s van, the other in Steve’s BMW driving out to the closest beach where the wind coming off the great lake is a little cooler, where you can walk around in your swimsuits without any complaints from town grandparents.

It’s how you’d spent today, packing up coolers and towels in the morning, sitting in Steve’s passenger seat with Robin in the middle at the back, leaning forward the entire drive to ‘keep herself in the loop’ even though she’d been the one keeping the conversation going.

Then it was spreading out on the sand, towels in a row and sunglasses over your eyes as the sun beamed bright in the sky. Everyone taking turns going for a swim, Eddie’s curls an absolute mess upon his return, Steve shaking out his wet hair the way a dog would. You leaning into his chest in lieu of a chair once he sat down in his spot behind you.

Finally, it was coming home happily exhausted from a day in the sun and taking turns showering (because shared showers aren’t fun when sand’s involved).

You’re already cleaned up, your pajama shorts and tank top thrown on, hair still wet and dripping down your back. When Steve comes out of your bathroom in nothing but his boxers, you can’t stifle the giggle that escapes your mouth.

“What are you laughing at, honey?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Looking a little crispy there, Harrington.”

“Don’t make fun of me! I’m in pain!” Steve dramatically collapses onto your bed next to you, then winces at the scrape of the sheets against his sunburn. “Save me.”

“Poor baby,” you say, failing to hide your smile. His back and shoulders are reddened from the sun, along with his cheeks and nose, but nothing too horrible. You run a hand up his arm gently, “I did tell you to put some sunscreen on.”

“Not the time for ‘I told you so,’ babe, really,” Steve huffs, an arm thrown across his eyes—though it doesn’t hide the teasing smile that twitches across his mouth. “I’m dying here.”

“Oh, stop.” You squeeze his arm once before standing, “I’ll be right back.”

You walk over to your bathroom and find your bottle of aloe you keep under the sink (because Steve is prone to sunburns) and grab it before heading back into the bedroom, where he’s still sprawled across the bed.

“Turn over,” you say, “I’ll do your back first, okay?”

He obeys, shifting so that he’s laying on his stomach, his head resting on his folded arms. Despite his sunburn, you can’t help but admire the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin, the constellation of freckles that scatter across his back.

You feel warm and fuzzy whenever you get moments like this, quiet and full of trust, intimate and sweet, because you don’t think you’ll ever stop feeling lucky that you get to call him yours.

With the aloe in hand, you get onto the bed and straddle his lower back, and he sighs as your weight sinks him into the mattress a little bit further. Neither of you say anything—save for the appreciative hums escaping Steve’s mouth—as you massage the lotion into his upper back and shoulders.

Soon enough, you’re shifting off of him and patting his arm softly, “‘Kay, flip over, Stevie.”

He does, and pushes himself up to sit so that he’s facing you, that private smile of his that he seems to save for you on his face. He dips in to kiss you once, and then twice, because he can never seem to help himself. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you say back. “Almost done.”

You spread a bit more aloe across his nose and cheeks, on top of the freckles that you can only see when you’re this close, and press a peck to the tip of his nose before pulling back.

“Mmm, I feel so much better,” he says. “Maybe you should kiss me again, just in case.”

“You’re a dork.”

“You’ll still kiss me though, right?”

You roll your eyes but don’t protest a bit when he leans in and catches your lips again. Twice, because once is never enough.

“Let me do you now,” he says, holding his hand out for the bottle that’s now laying by your knee.

“I’m not burnt,” you laugh, “unlike some people, I remember to use protection.”

He gives you a look that he always gives you before he turns something into a joke, “that’s what she-”

You cover his mouth with your hand before he can finish that one, “okay, okay,” you hand him the bottle of aloe. “Here you go.”

He grabs it from you and nudges your shoulder to get you to lay back against the pillows, your damp hair fanning out. Steve copies your position from earlier, swinging a leg over so he has one on each side of your thighs.

Lifting the edge of your tank top gently, he shifts it up to rest just above your belly button, his hands coming up to hold your waist before he catches himself and remembers what he’s meant to be doing.

Admittedly, you’d let him do this for you, sunburnt or not, ‘cause he looks at you and touches you as if you’re the most precious thing in the entire world.

His hands are soft as they spread the aloe across your stomach, careful not to get any on the band of your shorts or the hem of your top, and his brown eyes are warm as they wash over your skin, from where his hands work up to your chest and neck and then your face.

When he’s done, he tugs your shirt back into place for you and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and finally your mouth. Twice, of course.

“There you go,” he says, “pretty as ever.”

“Yeah, because I’m not sunburnt, Stevie.”

“Stop it and let me compliment you,” he says, moving to lay down beside you.

And when you’re tucked safely to his chest, as close as you can get no matter the temperature, you think that summer just might be your favorite season, humidity and all.

[signedamaryllis]

Naberius Kalego NSFW Headcanons

Fandom: Welcome to demon school! Iruma-kun

Pairing: Naberius Kalego x Reader

Type: Headcanons

C/TW: MDNI, 18+, NSFW, Kalego is a bottom

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ I can definitely see and understand why people see him as a dom top but honestly he’s such a bottom. And a subby one at that.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Is really stubborn and tsundere about it

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ When you’re riding his large cock on the bed though, he’s trying to be quiet to make it seem like he’s not as excited to be a bottom—but he is; he whimpers

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He wants you to mark him up with hickeys, bites, and scratches but you must keep it below the neck—don’t want anyone at work raising a brow at what he does in his free time at home with you

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ likes marking you up, usually with hickeys and small bruises from his hands gripping your hips a little too firmly when you’re riding him

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Also will only do it in the privacy of his or your home. If you live with others or in an apartment though, his place more often than not since he lives alone in a mansion and can be loud without worry of anyone hearing

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Will probably either grip your hips while you ride or the sheets

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ If you don’t have a dick…pegging is a possibility. Which also means penetration is on the table 👀

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ I don’t see him as the type to get laid with someone as a one night stand or so early in a relationship. Honestly you’d have to wait, especially when consider how much of a subby bottom he is—he has to know he can fully 100% trust you

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He can top but he’s more so pleasing you, doing things how you like and he probably wouldn’t be so fast or rough

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Appeal to the dog in him 👀 call him things like “good boy”, please. Praise this man. Do not degrade him, he needs the praise!

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He has a love hate thing with getting sucked off. On one hand it feels amazing but on the other he feels it degrades you somehow and he doesn’t like that. Especially when it comes to swallowing his cum; it’s a love hate thing. You swallowing it feels degrading in some way but if you spit it out it makes him feel a little upset. It’s a lose lose situation really.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ if you got a pussy to eat out however? He loves to do it, very passionately, gets really into it. He’s not a dom but when eating pussy he will keep you there until your legs are trembling and give out.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Got a dick or strap on for him to suck? He’s really tsundere about it but would do it, sucking the life out of it, even if it’s plastic. It’s probably weirdly therapeutic for him after a long day of headaches and work. Would drool on it. 100%.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Aftercare is 50/50

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ either the best aftercare where you both lay cuddled up together, sweaty and maybe take a shower together and eat/drink something together. Perhaps watch some television, put on his favourite classical music composer

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ or he gets really embarrassed about aftercare and would prefer to clean up and immediately go do something on his own to cool down. Don’t take it too personally though, he just feels weirdly embarrassed looking at you after you just fucked his brains out and now are wanting to be loving with him. It’s like a 180 for him lol

I’ve been wanting to make this side blog for the longest time and to express how much of a fucking bottom this man is and here we are!! Finally!!!

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 1st

leon kennedy x post shower fun

leon always looked good, that was without a doubt.

whether he was stood in some decrepit and abandoned hallway, his navy tshirt clinging to his strong chest and thick fingers contrasting out against fingerless black gloves as he swaps out his mag — or in a suit, presenting himself in a formal office setting looking clean and tidy with a charming grin on his face. however, to you, he was at his best right after he’d get out the shower.

often times, you can’t stop yourself from satisfying your urges when he steps out the tepid bathroom of your apartment, and today was no different. his torso was bare, strong chest and shoulders glistening with droplets and running down his strong sculpted stomach. the sage green towel was tied low on his hips, the shape of his thick natural bulge still present beneath the material. his hair was partially air dried already, slightly messy on his forehead. he looked to fucking die for, honestly — and it was obvious from your expression where you sat perched on the bed with your hands on your lap, sucking on your bottom lip as he only offers you a small tired smile, walking to the dresser to check his phone where it was on charge at the wall.

you’d laid out his grey sweatpants to change into afterwards, but you were pretty sure upon seeing him that he wasn’t going to make it into them just yet. see, it wasn’t just that he was stood there looking good, no. he’d been gone for two days, fighting some kind of evil, some kind of crime, you’d lost track of the story. he’d made it home that evening, and you’d done everything to make him comfortable — make him food, start the shower for him, made sure there wasn’t any injuries he was hiding, but god you’d missed him — even if it had only been two days.

“leon, c’mere.” you don’t mean to for it to come out so whiney, but it does anyway. he’s in the middle of rolling his tense shoulders, the muscles in his back dancing like choppy waves when he hears it and turns, eyes jumping up and down the way you’re sat in a flimsy tank-top and panties.

“did someone miss me?” he’s tired, but never too tired to smirk and tease you, slowly stepping towards the foot of the bed. you meet him there, crawling to the edge and grinning up at him as you lean on your hands. his hand is still a little warm and damp when it instinctively meets the side of your head gently, coarse thumb rubbing at your cheek tenderly. “wasnt gone that long, was i?”

you kiss the skin above his belly button, warm and slow and now you’re looking at him with those needy doe eyes and he’s thinking god, is she good to me. he’s never met someone with such a strong urge to please, no matter their own urges. the smirk fades into more of an adoring smile as his chin meets his chest to look at you, letting one knee take his weight on the soft bed. “long enough.” you mutter, hand curling into the towel where it was bunched at his hips and pulling so it loosened.

“yeah?” he crooned, feeling himself start to heat up a little more. his cock was only half hard, heavy, pretty and pink when you unveiled it, and you let out a soft whimper at the back of your throat just at the sight of it, letting your knees slide back on the bed so that you were laying on your stomach, eye-level with it. you kiss the soft shaft gently, kitten licking the tip as he hardens, his hand passing over the back of your head affectionately. he’s not even fully hard yet when you take his tip in your mouth and start suckling needily, hips squirming against the sheets in a way that was so distinctly horny.

“oh, pretty girl.” he let’s out a sigh, one of relief and relaxation once he’s at his full stiffness, wet and throaty noises filling the room as you massaged your saliva into him with your lips, using your splayed hand to run up his hips and stomach when it wasn’t cupping his balls. when he speaks, it’s barely audible — it’s addressed to you, but it’s like he’s speaking more to himself as he watches you with frowned brows. “you get so needy, s’fucking adorable. pretty mouth missed this dick, huh?”

you whine around him, not only at how good he tastes but also at the warm and comforting timbre of his voice that makes goosebumps erupt all down the backs of your arms. you pull him out your mouth to sloppily jerk him, clumsily pushing yourself to sit up again, just wanting to be closer. you lean your chin against his stomach so that you can gaze up at his pretty face, your eyes all glazed and doll-like as you watch him lovingly. he hisses through his teeth at your expression, and when you thumb over his slit, and bends at the waist to lean down and kiss you, heavy tongue pressing on yours and swallowing your moan, his strong hands either side of your neck to hold you still.

there was nothing leon loved more than your pretty face, and he couldn’t wait to finish all over it.

[eternalxvenus]

catching geto jerking off

Geto was exhausted. He’d just come back from one of his longest missions. You were expecting him to come home tomorrow afternoon but he couldn’t wait, he missed you and your shared bed too much. All the lights were off and the house was silent when he walked in signaling you were asleep. He quietly made his way to the bedroom and saw you laying peacefully atop the sheets.

You had on nothing but see through panties and Geto had to choke back a groan. Your hips and ass were being hugged just right and his cock twitched at the sight. He dragged himself into your shared bathroom and started the shower. The warm water soothed his aching muscles but he could barely think straight with his dick standing at full attention. Without a second thought he leaned against the wet tile wall and began stroking himself lazily.

Geto’s mind played back many memories of your tight heat gripping him like a fucking vice or the way your tongue would swirl around his tip oh so deliciously. Before long, he was lost in his imagination of you pleasing him rather than his hand. So much so that he didn’t hear the bathroom door open.

“Suguru?” You called out knowing that it was him but still wanting to make sure. However you quickly noticed the way his hand abruptly stopped his stroking motion and wiped away the steam on the glass.

“Hey baby… I uh I didn’t mean to wake you up, sorry.” He couldn’t help but stare at your full tits out on display.

Making your way over to him you opened the shower door slightly. “It’s okay. I’m glad you’re back, missed you so much.” You opened the door a little wider to place a soft kiss on his lips and noticed his cock hard and leaking pre-cum. “It looks like you missed me a little bit more though.”

He watched as your hand came down and gripped him tightly for emphasis. Without hesitation he pulled you into the shower and kissed you hard with a moan. It felt like your breath was being taken away as Geto barely let you break away for air. It didn’t help that the entire bathroom was filled with steam.

Breaking the kiss you got down on your knees to take him in your mouth. You wanted to go slow and tease him a bit but Geto was having none of it. He places his large hands on either sides of your head. His tip brushed against your lips and you gave it a kiss. “Open,” he demanded gruffly. You obeyed quickly and opened your mouth wide. With no time to waste he shoved his length into your mouth making you gag slightly at the sudden intrusion. Geto set a brutal pace, fucking your throat like it was the last thing he’d ever do. “I missed this throat so much. Can’t get enough of you.” A mix of spit, drool, and pre-cum made its way down your chin and onto your boobs. The sight only spurred him on more.

As tears escaped your eyes and made their way down your cheeks you placed your hands on Geto’s thighs as some sort of stabilization. You looked up at him through your wet lashes and saw his head thrown back in pure ecstasy. His abs started to clench and you knew he was close. “Holy shit. Feels so fuckin’ amazing baby, keep going.”

You did just that, taking him as deep as you could thrust after thrust. Not long after his orgasm hit him like a train as his cum spurted all over your mouth and face. He was leaned against the tile, wiling his legs to keep him upright as he caught his breath. You cleaned off your face and stood up, giving him a smile. “Feel better?” He looked at you with heavy eyes. “Definitely,” he muttered.

He got his towel and brought you one as well, carrying you back to the bed. He rubbed soothing circles on your back and you tried burrowing closer to him. “It wasn’t too much was it?” he whispered against your head.

“No Sugu, it was amazing. I promise.” You gave him one final kiss before settling in for the night. You made him promise that he’d make it up to you for waking you up in the morning, to which he fully agreed to. “I’ll do anything you want me to baby, just say the word.”

You couldn’t have been happier to have your boyfriend back.

likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[narcissistshandler]

More of Jake Kim x top!male reader please! Like the reader help Jake to unwind after a long day (and also can you please add 69 position too, like somewhere in the story?) Thank you in advance!

𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖*𝗖𝗞

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x jake kim/kim gimyung

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab! reader, bottom!jake, 69, blowjob (jake giving reader), rimming and fingering (reader giving jake), anal sex, very light sub/dom dynamic alternating between sub/dom jake and sub/dom reader

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 This one is another that was in my drafts for weeks because I got lost in the narrative, sorry for the delay

Not even if Jake wanted to he would be able to hide from you how tired he was, so even in front of your slightly worried look he just smiled as he let the bag slide from his shoulder to the floor, giving you that usual bright smile and fell into your open arms on the sofa in the living room. There were deep circles under his dark eyes, and even the daily phone calls weren't enough to make up for it when Jake spent the last few days away from home, training and looking to learn more about his dad.

"You need a shower," you said, arms tightening around his waist so you could hold him closer.

"Wow, thanks, I missed you too, [name]," he replied, feigning annoyance that broke within seconds as a chuckle escaped his lips. You weren't wrong though, Jake spent the last few hours on on a long journey in a stuffy bus because it was the last option if he wanted to get home today and Jake couldn't stand being one day longer away from you, from what was left of the Big Deal and from home.

"I missed you," you stated, lifting his chin with your index finger so you could take his lips in a kiss. "So much."

Jake melted against your chest, the weight in his shoulders seeming to melt away as your lips molded against each other. His mouth dropped open for you in a show of submission that didn't sit well with him. But Jake was damn tired and he couldn't think of anything better than to lay back and let you have your way with him.

You pulled back, breaking the kiss, your hands trailing down Jake's rigid back over the sweat-soaked t-shirt - from shoulder blades to coccyx.

"You're tense," you commented. "Dinner, shower and sleep?"

And as tempting as that offer was, Jake countered:

"Bath and you fuck me until I pass out?"

One of your hands came up to run through his hair and Jake could almost see the thoughts running through your head, but more than that, he could feel you slowly getting hard against his stomach and he almost instinctively moved to touch you, hand open falling over the tent that formed in your pants.

"You-" you started, but cut yourself off with a soft moan, eyes darkening. "Okay, whatever you want, yeobo."

The freezing water under that Jake did his best to take a quick shower under and make sure his body was clean for you was unable to lessen the heat building in his body like flames slowly getting bigger. The odor of sweat was replaced by the smell of soap and water and when Jake pressed two fingers inside himself to make sure he was ready and clean for you, his dick reacted in an interested twitch even under the cold spray. That's when he decided he couldn't wait another minute.

You were sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, naked — as Jake had ordered you before entering the bathroom —, cock hard against the stomach with the head red and oozing, begging to be touched, you didn't however, never would dare touch yourself without Jake's express and clear permission and you hadn't received it in weeks.

It was hard to know which of you two was more looking forward to having the other after so long apart.

Jake dripped all the way from the bathroom to the bed, wet footprints and water droplets left behind on the floor and then onto the sheet as he climbed onto the bed. In erotic familiarity, placing each leg on either side of your hips and sitting on top of you, like a king on a throne. The feel of your bare skins touching sent an instant thrill through his veins.

Your hands landed on his hips, cocks mere inches apart. Jake melted under the attention, an almost basic need to be near you, under you or over you igniting all of his senses, more than he needed to breathe or eat or sleep or drink, he needed you and it was getting harder and harder keep thinking straight.

"How do you want this, jagiya?" The title of 'sir' or 'boss' or 'master' for when you felt more submerged and obedient than usual wasn't there today, although the lightness in your tone was the same as usual, a silent plea for 'please tell me what to do'.

"First," Jake began, gently rocking his hips. Your cocks rubbed together briefly, the sensitive tips bumping into each other and mixing the leaking pre-cum before Jake's hips drew back again. Your fingers tightened on his waist as you watched the lustful display. "Kiss me."

You did. You kissed him hard and longingly, wistful after all the days you spent apart, fingers sinking into his skin and pulling him against you as your tongue slipped into his mouth.

Jake's mouth opened easily for you, hand finding your hard cock that pressed against his. You were already wet for him, already oozing even though he barely touched you.

Jake's fingers barely closed around your cock and each pull drew familiar, erotic sounds from you that were lost in the kiss. He knew you made even more delicious sounds when his mouth was on you, when your cock worked its way down his throat at whatever pace Jake decided he wanted. His mouth watered at the faint memory of your smell and taste; hole tightening.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss and lowered his attention to watch the bulbous head of your cock disappearing between his thin, callused fingers, semi-transparent beads of pre-cum wetting them.

"I want you inside," he said, the honey-sweet words rolling off his tongue. "Get me ready for your cock."

You snarled like a wild animal and he felt your cock twitch in the grip of his hand. Jake can't help but laugh, proud of himself for having such an effect on you.

"Go get the lube and stop teasing me or I might come before I even get inside you."

"Dare and I'll put a chastity belt on you."

Jake gave you two last tugs, finding it difficult to stop touching you before getting off of you and crawling to the end of the bed where he could reach the lube on the nightstand among other toys stored there.

You fixed your pillow and moved to lay on the bed, patting your chest. "Come here."

He went with a wide, perverted smile on his thin lips, handing the lube into your hands before positioning himself as you wanted.

Your free hands soon returned to help him position himself, pulling him back until his ass was close to your face. Jake's legs sank bent into the mattress, wet cock dragging against your chest and your own cock ending up at a tempting distance from his face. Despite the excitement bubbling in his stomach, the new position brings a flush to his cheeks. Jake couldn't stop thinking about how he must look in your eyes, all open and exposed and within easy reach of you; tight balls visible between the legs and hole twitching where you could now see with your hands holding his ass cheeks apart. Embarrassment aside, he really liked it.

Your breath hit against the wrinkled muscles, a mere forewarning of what was to come before your tongue made the first contact. Jake melted with a loud groan, falling completely flat on top of you, all strength seeming to leave his body.

Your fingers dig into his skinny ass, spreading it further apart as your face sinks against him, your tongue, wet and soft and so good, rubbing against the tightly contracted muscles, licking and kissing and making his hole a mess of saliva and spit. Completely dirty.

His entire body shudders under the stimulation and your tongue is fucking him, pressing its way inside and the muscles in his legs immediately tense, rocking back powerless against the heat of your mouth as he struggles to get more of your tongue, needy. And it's not enough and at the same time it's so much, so much and he wants more, deeper, more-

Jake knew he was being loud, he knew he was being damn loud and damn needy as he rocked back against your mouth, one of his hands reaching behind to help keep himself open as he felt one of your fingers easily slide inside his relaxed hole, and then another one. He had missed it. Missed you, the sex with you.

With his other hand, Jake took your cock and brought it to his mouth, eyes falling closed as the familiar weight slid into his mouth and onto his tongue, the bitter taste of your pre-cum making him moan as soon as it hit his senses.

Your tongue pressed inside him, right between the two fingers you held scissors apart inside him and a muscle in his leg jumped. He could feel his hole opening and closing, tightening around the intrusion, the combined sensations of your fingers and tongue eliciting a insane pleasure from him.

Mind overheated, Jake didn't even notice that his mouth had stopped working. He just kept your cock in the heat of his mouth, making no move to suck or lick. Like your personal cock warmer, saliva pooling on his tongue and eyes drooping shut in an attempt to deal with the intensity of your touch, he gave in to the sensations. It was a strange thought that didn't scare him, if Jake could pick his paradise then this would be it: rationality turned off with sweetness by your hands and mouth, body being used by you.

Jake's cock dripped nonstop, occasionally twitching where it was pressed between your and his bodies. His feet sank into the sheets, legs trying constantly to close, body continuing trying to curl and tighten in involuntary reactions.

Your fingers slid along the sensitive walls, just a little deeper, seeming to play with him; in, out, rubbing and pressing, until your fingers curled inside him, hitting his prostate and a moan died in Jake's throat.

His entire body was so hot Jake didn't even notice his cock spilling out. The orgasm came easy and smooth, coursing through him in gentle shock waves that had his hole clenching around your fingers so hard it felt like it wanted to suck on them. Moans echoed around your cock in his mouth, spittle running down his parted lips and then chin.

You gently rocked your fingers in and out of him, helping him ride out the orgasm, wet tongue sloppily licking the rim that clung to your digits. Jake clamped his lips around your cock, sucking weakly as small shock waves ran down his spine. His dick twitched again, spilling every last drop onto your chest, his balls squeezing tightly.

Then your fingers were gone, leaving him devastatingly empty. A whimper rose all the way up his throat.

“Shhh,” you shushed him. "Hush now, love."

Your firm hands moved up to his hips, moving him off of you with an ease that never failed to make Jake's mind short circuit. He loved it when you moved him. He went easily, mouth now empty, letting you lay him down on the bed, chest against the sheets, muscles relaxed and malleable under your power.

"I'm going to fuck you now, yes?"

Jake groaned, gripping the sheet between his fingers, eagerly spreading his legs for you.

He couldn't force himself to form coherent words and he didn't even need to, all that existed was the fat head of your cock wet with Jake's saliva pressed against the open, relaxed rim.

Then you sank inside him, with one thrust. Jake felt his muscles being stretched with a burning sensation that sizzled through his spine, your cock pushing its way in until it sits completely deep inside, your hips resting against his ass. The preparation hadn't been enough to rid him of the pain, you both knew that the burn of stretching always left Jake trembling, yearning for more.

“So tight for me, Jake,” you murmur, lips against the heated skin of his shoulder. "So good, so sweet, such a pretty whore."

Jake sobs at the praise, eyes falling closed as he surrenders to the overwhelm of being filled, the sensation almost too much, leaving him trembling beneath you, sweet hole quivering and twitching, sweat running down the back of his neck.

And you just stay there, weight steady against his lean back, rolling your hips against him without rushing, feeling Jake's hole opening and relaxing gently against the pressure, like he was made for this, like he was made for your cock and nothing else.