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gilbertscurls · 8 months ago

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Taste ➵ Matt Sturniolo

warnings: SMUT, virgin!matt, softdom!reader, unprotected p in v, heavy on praise and consent, oral!f!receiving, can't tell if it's cringe or not lmao

synopsis: on their first anniversary, y/n and matt finally decide to go all the way.

“I can't believe it's been a year already.” You let out a quiet sigh.

Matt nodded, the thought of their year together bringing a smile to his lips.

“Yeah. It feels like just yesterday we had our first date,” he said, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia.

He remembered every detail of that day, the way you looked, the way he'd been so nervous he felt like he might throw up. But he'd found the courage to ask you out, and you'd said yes. It felt like a dream come true.

Matt's gaze drifted from your face to the room around them. The soft, warm light of the lamp by the bed was casting shadows on the walls, the room cozy and intimate. The silence between them was comfortable, broken only by their soft breathing. Matt couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, a feeling of being right where he belonged.

“I can't believe how lucky I am,” he murmured, his voice low. “To have you, I mean.”

“I'm the lucky one,” you whispered.

Matt chuckled softly at your words, his fingers still tangled in your hair.

“Oh, please,” he said, a hint of a smile in his voice. “I'm the one who gets to hold you like this, to call you mine. I think I won the lottery.”

You giggled, a sound that always made Matt's heart skip a beat.

“I can't argue with that,” you conceded. You snuggled closer to him, resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “But I get to hold you back, so we're even.”

Matt's hand moved to your back, gently tracing circles on your skin. The feel of you against him, the sound of your voice, was comforting and soothing, but it also stirred a different kind of feeling in him. A feeling of desire and longing.

“Yeah, I guess we are,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion.

He tightened his arm around you, pulling you even closer, his fingers tracing your spine. Matt's heart thrummed with anticipation. The fact that you've never done more than kiss had been on his mind a lot lately. He wanted you, more than he could say. And tonight felt different, special. It was their anniversary, a milestone in their relationship. A part of him ached to take things further, to show you how much he loved you. But his insecurities and anxieties held him back. What if he wasn't good enough? What if he disappointed you? The thought was terrifying.

“Baby,” he finally said, breaking the silence between them. He swallowed hard, his heart beating a little faster. “Can I ask you something?” His voice was nervous, and he was suddenly regretting asking you anything at all.

At his anxious tone, you knitted your brows and turned to face him. “Of course. What is it?”

Matt looked down at you, his thoughts a swirling mess of anxiety and desire. He took a deep breath, steeling himself. “It's… It's our anniversary,” he started, his voice a little shaky. “And I was wondering…”

He trailed off, the words failing him. He felt like a complete idiot. He'd never been good with expressing his desires, especially when it came to physical intimacy.

You gazed at him with a mixture of concern and curiosity. You could tell he was nervous, and it made you worry. You reached up, gently caressing his cheek. “Yes?” you prompted, your voice gentle and encouraging.

Matt's heart fluttered at your touch, and he took another deep breath, summoning his courage. “I was just… I was thinking…” he mumbled, his words barely more than a whisper. “Tonight, I was hoping we could… Take things further.”

He felt a blush rising up his cheeks, and he quickly looked away, suddenly unable to meet your gaze.

“Oh,” you said quietly. “Are you sure? Like, 100% sure?”

Matt nodded quickly, his heart hammering in his chest. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice trembling slightly. “I'm sure. I've been thinking about it for a while now. I… I want you, baby.”

Saying the words out loud sent a shockwave of adrenaline through him. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and wonderful all at once. But he knew he needed to be honest, to lay it all out on the table.

“I'm just... nervous,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “I've never done anything more than kissing, and I don't… I don't know if I'll be any good.”

“It's okay,” you whispered, reaching up to caress his cheek. “But are you sure? I don't want you to do anything you'll regret.”

Matt leaned into your touch, the warmth and tenderness of your hand calming him down a little. But your words also made him pause. Was he sure? He desperately wanted this, wanted you. But his insecurities were still looming, a dark cloud in the back of his mind.

“I'm sure,” he replied, his eyes searching yours. “I want this. With you.”

“All right.” You nodded. “How… How far are we talking?”

Matt felt his cheeks flush even more, but he forced himself to keep eye contact with you. He appreciated your directness, and your willingness to talk about this openly.

“I, uh…” he began, his voice still a little shaky. “Everything, I guess. If you want that.”

He swallowed hard, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He hoped he wasn't pressuring you or coming on too strong.

You felt your heart skipping a beat and heat already pooling in your lower abdomen. “I do,” you said softly. “But I want to make sure you're completely comfortable.”

Hearing your confirmation sent a pang of excitement through Matt. He felt a mix of emotions, desire, affection, and a hint of fear. But overruling it all was a deep sense of trust. Your words, your reassurance, it was all he needed.

“I am,” he said, his voice a little steadier now. “I trust you, baby. Completely.”

A small, tender smile crept onto your face. “Okay.” Your voice was so soft, so sweet, so kind. “Do you… Want me to take the lead?”

Matt's heart leaped at your question, a mix of relief and desire coursing through him. The idea of you taking control was both frightening and exciting. He hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Yes,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. “I… I want you to take the lead.”

You put one of your hands on his cheek before slowly and gently pressing your lips against his.

Matt's heart skipped a beat at the feel of your lips on his. He'd kissed you countless times before, but this kiss felt different, more intimate. He let out a soft sigh against your mouth, all his anxieties and worries melting away as your touch filled his senses. He brought his own hands up to cup your face, his fingers gently tracing your jaw, his touch soft and reverent.

The kiss deepened, their mouths moving against each other in a slow, languorous dance. Matt could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, the desire for you growing with every passing second. The fear was still there, but it was muffled by the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. He pulled you closer, his hands moving to your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin.

Not stopping the kiss, You moved to straddle his lap, your knees on both sides of his thighs.

Matt felt a shiver run down his spine as you straddled him, your body suddenly so close and so warm. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you even closer, their bodies now pressed together in a way you’ve never been before. The feeling of your weight on his lap ignited a new wave of desire in him, his kisses growing even more intense. He wanted you, desperately.

“You okay?” you mumbled into his lips.

Matt's breath caught in his throat as you spoke, the feeling of your words more like breath than a sound. He couldn't even form a response, his mind completely consumed by your touch and the taste of your lips. He managed a nod, a weak yes whispered against your mouth. He was more than okay. He was on fire.

Matt groaned involuntarily at the feel of your tongue against his lip, the sound more a mixture of pleasure and need than anything else. He immediately parted his lips, granting you access without a second thought. His hands moved to your thighs, his fingers gripping your flesh as he opened his mouth to her.

The kiss grew hungrier, more urgent. Their tongues tangled together, exploring each other without restraint. Matt was lost in the sensation, in the feeling of you in his lap, your body pressed against him. He could hardly think straight, his mind clouded by desire and need. His hips involuntarily bucked slightly, seeking more contact.

“Impatient, huh?” You teased softly, pulling away a little.

Matt let out a low growl of frustration as you pulled away, a mix of desire and irritation in his expression. He was getting so lost in the moment, he was aching for more. Your words, your tease only heightened his need.

“Baby…” he breathed, his voice a mixture of pleading and impatience. “Don't tease me.”

You smiled tenderly before grabbing his both hands and sliding them under your crop top, urging him to take it off.

Matt let out a sharp breath at the feel of your skin under his hands, your top soft and warm. Without hesitation, he moved his hands slowly up your stomach, his fingers exploring the planes of your skin as he helped you pull off your crop top. It fell to the floor, forgotten. His eyes went wide at the sight of your half-naked upper body, his mouth suddenly dry.

“Oh God,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Matt couldn't have looked away even if he'd wanted to. His eyes were drawn to your chest, his breath hitching at the sight. It was as if his brain was shorting out, his desire for you overwhelming everything else. He felt a mix of awe, arousal, and a hint of nervousness. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly very dry.

“You're… You're so beautiful,” he managed to whisper, his voice thick with want.

You smiled softly, your fingertips tracing his shoulders over the t-shirt. “Can I take it off, baby?”

Matt's muscles twitched under your touch, your words sending a shudder down his spine.

“Yes,” he breathed, his voice a little shaky. “Please.”

He wanted to feel your skin on his, the touch of your fingers on his bare chest. He raised his arms to help you as you tugged his t-shirt over his head, discarding it to the side.

Matt's muscles twitched under your touch, your words sending a shudder down his spine. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice a little shaky. “Please.”

He wanted to feel your skin on his, the touch of your fingers on his bare chest. He raised his arms to help you as you tugged his t-shirt over his head, discarding it to the side.

Once the shirt was off, his chest was now bare, exposed to your touch and gaze. Matt felt a mixture of vulnerability and excitement, his heart beating fast in his chest. He could feel your eyes on him, your fingers tracing soft patterns on his skin. He wanted you, all of you.

“Baby,” he murmured, his voice ragged with need. “Touch me.”

Obediently, You ran your fingertips through his shoulders, to his arms, to his chest. “God, you're so beautiful,” you whispered breathlessly.

Matt's breath caught in his throat as your fingers glided over his skin, your touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. He shivered under your touch, a small moan escaping his lips. Your words, your voice, your touch — it was all almost too much to bear.

“No, you are,” he breathed, his own hands moving to your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. "So beautiful. So perfect."

You were doing everything so slowly and gently, knowing that he'd never done anything like that before. You wanted to make it so good for him. Matt was both grateful and frustrated by your slow and gentle pace. Grateful that you were so patient, and so understanding, but frustrated because he just wanted more. He wanted to be consumed by you, to lose himself in your touch. But he knew you were doing it for his sake, to make it easier for him, and that only made him love you more.

“Baby,” he gasped, his voice pleading. “Please. More. I need more.”

You smirked before leaning a little closer to his face. “You want more?”

Matt looked at you, his eyes dark with desire, his expression a mixture of need and pleading.

“Yes,” he whispered, his voice a little breathless. “I want more. I want all of you.”

He reached up to you, his hands skimming up your sides, his touch firm and possessive. He wanted to touch you, to feel you, to lose himself in you.

“Please,” he added, his voice a low, desperate plea.

You held his face as you kissed him once again, the kiss sweet and full of emotion.

Matt returned the kiss hungrily, his lips moving against yours with a mix of desperation and affection. He couldn't get close enough to you, his hands roaming over your bare skin, wanting to feel you, to touch you everywhere. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a new, more urgent fervor. He could feel his desire for you growing, overpowering everything else.

“Baby…” he breathed into your mouth. “Please, I… I need you.”

Matt swore, his head falling back on the pillow as you ground your hips with his. The feel of you grinding against him, the friction, the heat, and the pressure — it was almost too much. He gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, trying to pull you closer, to increase the contact. A low moan escaped his lips, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Oh God,” he panted, his eyes squeezed shut. “Baby… That feels… That feels so good.”

“You sound so pretty,” you praised breathlessly.

Matt blushed at your words, his heart fluttering at your praise. He let out another soft moan as you rode against him, his body responding instinctively. He was completely lost in the sensation, the feel of your body against his driving him mindless. He tried to form words, to respond, but all that came out was another low groan.

“God… Baby,” he breathed, his hands still holding onto your hips. “Don't… Don't stop.”

His body was on fire, his every nerve alive with desire. He could feel his own hardness growing beneath you, a testament to how much he needed you. His hips canted upward, seeking more contact, wanting to be closer, closer, closer. He opened his eyes, looking up at you, his gaze filled with a mix of want and awe.

“Sweetheart… I… I don't know how much… How much longer I can last,” he whispered, his voice thick with need.

“It's okay, baby,” you cooed, halting your movements.

Matt let out a small, involuntarily whine as you stopped moving, his body protesting the lack of sensation. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire and frustration, but also with a hint of relief. He was so close to the edge, he didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

“I… I thought you would keep going,” he breathed, his voice a combination of disappointment and need.

“Patience, sweetheart,” you teased, your hand running down his chest, from his shoulder to his happy trail, before finally resting on the buckle of his belt.

Matt's breath hitched at your touch, your hand igniting a trail of fire on his skin. He watched as your hand moved down his chest, down his stomach, to the buckle of his belt. A wave of heat washed over him, making his entire body shiver with anticipation.

“Patience,” he echoed, his voice a rough whisper. “You're… You're killing me.”

You gently hooked your finger under the belt. “Can I?”

Matt nodded, his eyes locked on yours, his breathing shallow and ragged. He trusted you completely and wanted you to take whatever you needed from him. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice thick with need. “Do whatever you want. I'm all yours.”

“So good for me,” you praised before expertly unbuckling his belt and tugging his jeans down.

Matt's heart leaped at your praise, a sense of pride and satisfaction filling him. He lifted his hips slightly, helping you pull his jeans down. He was now only in his boxer briefs, the material doing little to conceal his arousal. He was completely exposed, both physically and emotionally, and he could do nothing but lay there and look up at you, his desire for you burning in his gaze.

“Only for you,” he whispered, his voice a quiet admission.

“Already so worked up for me, huh?” you asked breathlessly, a small smile on your face.

Matt blushed at your comment, the heat spreading across his cheeks. He could feel the evidence of his arousal straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs. He was so worked up, so needy, so desperate for your touch. He swallowed hard, his voice husky and raw.

“Yeah,” he breathed, his eyes fixed on yours. “Only for you. I want you so badly, sweetheart.”

You sat back on his lap, caressing his cheek. “You want to try to take off my bra, baby?”

Matt's eyes widened at your suggestion, a mix of excitement and anxiety washing over him. He'd never taken off a bra before, and he was suddenly unsure of himself. He swallowed hard, his throat dry.

“Yes,” he rasped, his voice betraying his nervousness. “I… I want to try.”

His hands moved to your back, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached for the clasp of your bra. He tried to steady his breathing, but his heart was racing, his mind a jumble of thoughts and feelings.

“I… I'll probably be bad at this,” he admitted, his voice a hesitant whisper.

“It's okay,” you assured him softly. “I don't mind.”

Matt nodded, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He fumbled with the clasp for a few seconds, his fingers feeling both clumsy and inadequate. But finally, with a soft click, the bra came undone. The cups fell loose, revealing your bare chest to him. He stared at you for a moment, his eyes wide, his breath caught in his throat.

“Oh… Wow,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and desire.

You smiled a little sheepishly.

Matt's eyes drank you in, every inch of your beautiful skin, every curve and contour. His hands were itching to touch you, to feel your flesh under his fingertips.

“You are… You are so exquisite,” he breathed, his voice filled with a mixture of wonder and admiration. “You take my breath away.”

Noticing his hands twitching, your smile softened. “You can touch me.”

Matt couldn't believe you were actually giving him permission to touch you, to touch this beautiful woman who was willingly sitting on his lap, your body bare for him. He lifted his hands, his fingers hovering slightly above your skin.

“I… I want to,” he breathed, his voice a shaky whisper. He wanted to feel you so badly, but he was also afraid of doing something wrong, of upsetting you in some way. “Are you… Are you sure it's okay?”

“I am. Don't think so much. Just… Feel.”

Matt took a deep breath, allowing the words to sink in. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting go of the nagging thoughts and doubts in his mind. When he opened them again, his gaze was clear, his expression relaxed.

And then he touched you.

His fingers skimmed lightly over your skin, slowly, delicately, exploring the soft planes of your chest. A shiver ran through him as he felt the heat of your flesh, the suppleness of your skin.

“God, you're so soft,” he whispered.

Sensing that he was still holding back, You smiled softly and grabbed his hand, putting it directly on your breast, and gently squeezing his fingers.

Matt gasped, his breath hitching in his throat as your hand guided his. The feeling of your flesh, your breast, under his palm was almost too much. It was so soft, so warm. He could feel your heart beating rapidly under his fingers. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.

“Oh God,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “This… This feels… Incredible.”

His fingers traced a slow, tentative path over your breast, his touch firm but gentle. He could feel your own heart hammering against his palm, a perfect rhythm. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and full of desire.

“Is… Is this okay?” he breathed, his voice a low, raspy whisper. “I don't want to hurt you.”

“It's okay,” you assured him softly. “I'll tell you if anything. Just… Touch me.”

Matt nodded tightly, the lump in his throat suddenly replaced by a wave of desire and need. He took your words to heart, letting go of any lingering doubt or fear. He allowed himself to really touch you, to move his fingers over your skin, to feel the contours of your body.

His other hand moved up to your other breast, gently kneading it in his palm. “Is… Is this good?” he whispered, his voice almost inaudible over the sound of his own heartbeat. “You feel… So perfect, so soft.”

You let out a shaky breath. “So good.”

Matt felt a sense of power and satisfaction wash over him, emboldening him. He could feel your breath catching in your chest, hear the hitch in your voice. He knew he was doing something right, something that made you feel good. He continued to caress you, his touch becoming more confident, more sure of itself.

His breath felt hot and heavy, his heart hammering against his ribcage. “Can I… Can I kiss these, too?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

You felt a sudden rush of so much love for this boy. “Of course. Anything you want.”

Matt's heart soared at your permission, at the way you were giving yourself to him so completely. You were so wonderful, so understanding. He leaned forward, his lips coming to rest on your breast, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. He was gentle at first, his touch light and tentative. But then he began to kiss you more firmly, more hungrily.

And then, a moan of his name escaped your lips.

Matt's heart leaped at the sound of your moan, the way you said his name. It was like music to his ears. He pulled back slightly, looking up at you with a mixture of awe and desire.

“Did… Did I do something right?” he asked, his voice breathless and shaky. “The way you said my name… It sounded… It sounded like it felt good, like you liked it.”

“You're doing… Incredible,” you whispered breathlessly.

Matt felt a surge of pride and satisfaction coursing through him. He couldn't believe this was actually happening, that he was pleasuring this incredible woman, making you feel this way. But the knowledge that he was pleasing you, making you moan and breathless, only fueled his own desire, his own need for you.

He continued to kiss you, his mouth moving across your chest, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. “More,” he murmured, his voice low and ragged. “Can I… Can I do more?”

“Anything.”

Matt felt a wave of heat and adrenaline wash over him at your word, your permission. Anything? The possibilities, the desires, raced through his mind. He wanted to explore you, to touch you, to make you feel things you'd never felt before.

His mouth moved down your body, his tongue tracing a path down your sternum, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along your stomach. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and full of need. “Can I… Can I taste you?”

You pulled yourself up on your elbows to look at him. He looked so pretty, looking up at you from between your thighs. But it was his first time, and you wanted to make it special do him. “Are you sure? I want it to be about you. You don't have to…”

Matt paused, looking up at you. Your concern for him, your consideration, made his heart swell. He could feel your gaze on him, warm and gentle. He knew you would never force him to do something he wasn't ready for. But he could also feel his own desire burning beneath the surface.

He nodded, his voice steady and sure. “I'm sure,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours. “I… I want to. I want to taste you. I want to please you… If you're okay with that.”

You nodded shakily, before bunching up the fabric of your skirt in your hands, pulling it down and revealing your little lacy panties.

Matt's eyes widened at the sight before him. Your panties were a beautiful lace, delicate and feminine. He could feel his mouth go dry, his heart quickening in his chest. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with an almost reverent awe.

His hands tentatively moved up from your thighs, tracing gentle patterns on your bare skin as they crept closer to your panties. “You're so beautiful,” he breathed, his voice laced with need and desire.

He leaned forward, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. His hands were still tracing feather-light patterns on your thighs, but he was now just millimeters away from your underwear. His heart was hammering, his mind a cacophony of emotions and sensations. “May I… May I touch you there?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

“Please,” you whispered breathlessly, your chest already heaving.

Matt didn't need to be told twice. With a mixture of nerves and confidence, he let his fingers graze across the fabric of your panties, just touching the soft material. He could feel the heat radiating from you, the moisture already seeping through. He swallowed hard, his own body responding to the feel of you.

His gaze flicked up to your eyes momentarily, seeking reassurance, before returning to his task. “Is… Is this right?” he whispered, his voice a little shaky.

“Yes,” you whispered breathlessly. “Perfect.”

Matt felt a rush of relief and satisfaction at your words. He was doing well, making you feel good. He continued to touch you, to move his fingers across the fabric of your panties, feeling the heat and the dampness beneath.

As his touch grew more confident, more assured, he found himself getting more and more excited. His own breathing grew shaky, his heart racing. “Can… Can I do more?” he breathed, his voice slightly hoarse.

“Whatever you want,” you mewled. “I'll tell you if anything.”

Matt's heart fluttered at your response. The trust, the permission, it was almost too good to be true. He looked up at you, his eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation. But all he found was love, desire, and a willingness to explore.

He took a breath, trying to steady himself. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice a little shaky. He moved his fingers down to the edge of your panties, toying with the thin strip of fabric. “I… I want to touch you without these in the way…”

He paused, waiting for your permission. He was already so close, already feeling the heat and dampness of your through the thin fabric, but he wouldn't do anything you weren’t comfortable with. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with desire but laced with the need for your approval.

You nodded. “Do whatever you want.”

Matt felt a shudder run through him at your words. Your permission, your trust in him, it was like fuel for the fire that was burning within him. He gently pulled at your panties, guiding them down your legs, discarding them on the floor.

The sight of you, bare and fully exposed to him, was almost too much. His breath caught in his throat, and he had to force himself to swallow the lump that had suddenly formed. His fingers itched to touch you, to feel the smoothness and heat of your skin, but he waited, looking up for your nod of approval.

When you gave it, he moved quickly. His fingers traced a path up your thighs, moving closer and closer to your core. His own breathing was ragged, his heart pounding in his chest, and he struggled to keep his hands from shaking as they got closer and closer to the most intimate part.

His fingers grazed over your skin, feeling the heat radiating off of you. He could feel the wetness there, the evidence of your arousal, and he couldn't help but shudder. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and hungry, his tongue flicking out to moisten his suddenly dry lips.

“You're… You're so wet,” he whispered, the words barely escaping his lips.

Your breath hitched. “Only for you.”

His heart leaped at hearing your words, at the idea that he was the only cause of your arousal. He could feel the power and the responsibility that came with it, and it only stoked the fire within him.

His fingers were now tracing gentle circles around your entrance, his touch light and tentative. He couldn't believe he was doing this, touching you this way. “Can… Can I… Can I put a finger inside?” he asked, his voice shaky.

“Yeah,” you whispered shakily. “Please.”

Matt could feel his breath catch in his chest at your words, at the desire in your voice. His whole body was trembling, almost overwhelmed by the enormity of the moment. He nodded, swallowing hard, his eyes fixed on you.

He gently, carefully, eased a single finger inside, a choked gasp escaping his lips as he felt your warmth and wetness around him. As he moved his finger, You suddenly let out a gasp.

Matt was instantly worried, his finger freezing in place. “Did… Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice full of concern. He looked up at you, his eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort.

“N-No, it's just…” Your face flushed. “Your fingers are longer than what I'm used to.”

Matt felt a sudden rush of pride at your words, his chest swelling. He had to admit, he'd always been a bit self-conscious about his long thin fingers. But the idea that they were causing her pleasure, that they were giving her a feeling you weren’t used to, that felt incredible.

He curled his finger slightly, exploring your depth. “Is… Is this okay…?”

Your breath hitched as he reached that one spot, and you almost screamed out loud. “Oh my…”

Matt was surprised by your reaction, the sound you made nearly sending him over the edge. But he was determined to make you feel good, to make you feel better than you'd ever felt before.

He kept his finger where it was, gently applying pressure to that one spot, a smirk on his face. “Is this the right spot, hm?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Matt,” you mumbled in pleasure.

Matt couldn't help but smile at your reaction, at the way you responded to his touch. He couldn't believe he was doing this to you, causing you to feel these things. And he couldn't resist the urge to tease you a little bit.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, his voice low and dripping with barely restrained desire.

“Add a second finger,” you instructed him softly. “And try to move them, curling them to hit that spot.”

At your instructions, Matt felt another wave of arousal wash over him. You were telling him what to do. You were guiding him, showing him how to please you. It was a new experience, but one he was more than happy to explore.

He obeyed, slowly adding a second finger to the first. The feeling was tighter, but also warmer. He began to move his fingers, just as you'd told him to.

The angle was a little clumsy at first, but then he felt that one spot, and he applied gentle pressure, curling his fingers at just the right angle. “Like…” he started, his voice a little breathless. “… like this?”

“Oh fuck…” you moaned, your back arching a little in pleasure.

Matt found himself breathing harder at the sight of you arching your back, at the way you were responding to his touch. He knew he was doing something right, and it only fueled his desire to please you more, to make you feel even better.

“Is… Is this good?” he asked, his voice a little shaky. “Does this feel good?”

“So good, fuck, so good…”

Matt's heart was racing, his breath coming in heavy pants. He loved hearing your praise, and the way you reacted to his touch. It was something he'd never felt before, and he wanted more, wanted to make you feel even better.

He kept his fingers moving and applying pressure, his gaze darting up to your face, watching your expressions. “I want you… I want you to feel… To feel so good,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of breathless and earnest.

Your noises of pleasure, your arches, and your moans, it was all driving him wild. He wanted to make you fall apart, to make you forget everything but him and whatever he was doing to you.

“You… You want to try to use your mouth?” you asked breathlessly in between the moans.

Matt's heart quickened at your request. He'd wanted to do that, too, but he hadn't been sure if you'd be okay with it. But now that you'd asked, he was more than happy to comply.

“Yes,” he responded, his voice hoarse with desire. “I… I want to. I want to taste you, too.”

He gently withdrew his fingers and slowly moved further down your body, his heart thudding in his chest. He settled between your legs, looking up at you as his breath came in hot, uneven pants against you.

As he tasted you, as he felt you against his lips, his tongue, his mind was overwhelmed. He hadn't expected this, but it was better than he'd ever imagined. You tasted sweet and tangy, and it only spurred him on.

He forgot about feeling out of his depth, he forgot about potential mistakes or awkward moments. All he wanted to do was pleasure you, to make you feel good. His tongue moved and explored, and his eyes fluttered up at you. He'd never seen you so undone, so lost in pleasure, and the knowledge that he was causing it only deepened his desire to please you more.

“God, you're so good at that,” you breathed out shakily.

Matt felt a wave of pride and pleasure wash over him at your words. He continued, his tongue moving over you, his lips applying gentle suction. Hearing your approval, feeling you respond beneath him, was intoxicating. But he was relentless, determined to bring you to the brink, to make you lose control completely.

His hands moved up, gently caressing your thighs and stomach, seeking to give you even more pleasure. He wanted you to feel good, to feel loved, to feel worshipped.

And eventually, your moans got even louder as you released on his mouth, his name on your lips like a prayer. Matt could feel your body shaking, could hear your voice as you cried out his name. It was a moment he knew he'd never forget, a moment that would be ingrained in his memory forever.

He slowly withdrew, crawling back up beside you. He couldn't seem to find his voice, his heart still hammering in his chest.

He was a little amazed at himself, too, he had to admit. He hadn't been entirely sure what he was doing, but he'd just seemed to know. He'd found a way to bring you pleasure, to send you over the edge, to make you sing his name like a song.

He found his voice again, his voice low, rough. “Was that… Was that good for you? Was I okay?” His heart was still beating fast, his body thrumming with a mix of adrenaline and pleasure.

“God, you're… You're unreal,” you panted out.

Matt couldn't help but smile at your words, the praise fueling his ego. “I… I am?” he asked, unable to hide the slight tone of smugness in his voice. He knew he should feel more humbled, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

He reached out, gently tracing random patterns on your bare stomach as you caught your breath. “I just… I wanted to make you feel good,” he said softly.

When you came down from your high, you sat up to rest their foreheads against each other. “Are you sure you're ready?”

Matt's heart raced as you asked the question, his mind suddenly flooded with thoughts and worries. Was he ready? He had wanted this, more than anything, but now that the moment was here, he felt a twinge of fear.

He looked into your eyes, searching for reassurance. But all he saw was love, desire, and a willingness to wait if he wasn't ready yet.

He nodded, taking a shaky breath. “Yes,” he murmured. “I'm ready.”

In response, you locked their lips in a passionate kiss, one full of love.

Matt responded eagerly, his body pressing against yours as their mouths met in a passionate kiss. Every thought, every fear, was pushed aside in that moment. All that mattered was you, your breath, your lips, your bodies.

His hands found their way into your hair, tangling in the soft strands, holding you close. He poured all of his feelings, all of his desires into the kiss, his heart hammering in his chest.

Matt's breath caught in his throat as he felt your fingers slide under the waistband of his boxers, the sensation causing a shudder to run through his body. He'd been on edge ever since you'd started, his desire already at a fever pitch. But your touch, your gentle caress, only served to drive him wild.

He pulled back from the kiss to murmur against your mouth. “Please…” he whispered, his voice ragged and pleading. “Please, don't tease me anymore. I can't take it.”

You let out a shaky groan before pulling his boxers down, seeing him fully exposed for the first time. You took a moment to really take him in, your eyes full of awe and love.

Matt's cheeks burned under your gaze, feeling suddenly very exposed and vulnerable. He'd never been looked at this way before, never felt this vulnerable. But he also felt a wave of affection at the awe and love he saw in your eyes.

He met your gaze, his own eyes full of a mixture of desire and trepidation. “Is… Is it okay?” he asked softly, his voice betraying a hint of insecurity.

“You're so beautiful,” you praised breathlessly. “So perfect.”

Matt felt his heart soar at your words, the insecurities fading away and being replaced with a wave of intense love. No one had ever called him beautiful before, and certainly not perfect. He'd always felt a bit too thin, too gangly, too nerdy. But to you, he was beautiful, perfect.

He drew in a shaky breath, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “So are you,” he murmured. “Perfect, I mean.”

You reached to gently caress his cheek. “Sit up against the headboard for me.”

At your request, Matt obeyed, sitting up and leaning back against the headboard. He felt bare and exposed, but he trusted you and knew that you wouldn't do anything to make him feel uncomfortable.

His gaze met yours, his heart beating fast in his chest. “Like this?” he asked, his voice a little breathless.

“Perfect,” you praised before straddling his lap once again.

Matt's breath caught in his throat as you straddled him, your body pressing against his in all the right places. His hands found your hips, his fingers gently gripping them, as if he needed something to anchor himself.

His eyes roamed over your body, appreciating every curve and contour, before coming back up to meet your gaze. “You… You look amazing,” he breathed, his voice a little huskier than usual.

The corner of your lips went up as you rested your forehead against his, just looking into his eyes for a few moments. You were so close now, the heat and electricity between them palpable. Matt found himself getting lost in your eyes, feeling a sense of calm and understanding wash over him. He could feel your breath against his lips, your body pressed against his, and it was almost too much to bear.

He reached up a hand, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers feather-light against your skin. “I… I love you,” he whispered, the words coming out almost involuntarily.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, and your eyes reflected just how much.

Matt felt your words wash over him, the depth and sincerity of your love sending a shiver down his spine. He'd always known you loved him, but hearing you say it, seeing it in your eyes… It was as if all his fears and doubts vanished completely.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the words sink in, letting himself bask in your love. Then, his eyes opened again, his gaze intense, and he wrapped his arms more securely around your waist. “Show me,” he whispered. “Show me how much you love me.”

“You ready?” you made sure quietly.

Matt felt a flutter of nerves mix with the desire he was feeling, but he nodded, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter. “Yes,” he breathed in response, his voice a little shaky. “I… I'm ready.”

“If anything… Just tell me, and we can stop,” you promised.

Matt nodded again, appreciating your thoughtfulness. “I will,” he assured you. “But please… Please don't stop unless I say so.”

He drew you closer, his hands sliding up to your back, gently tracing the line of your spine. “I… I want this. I want you,” he murmured, his voice a low, earnest plea.

Matt shivered slightly as your hand moved over his chest, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His heart was beating hard, his breath coming in shaky gasps. He'd never felt this alive before, this on edge, this desperate for your touch.

His eyes tracked your hand as it moved, a small, helpless noise escaping his lips. He knew what was coming, and he was aching for it.

Finally, your hand wrapped around him, giving him a few slow pumps. Your touch was like a spark to a flame, igniting a fire within him that he hadn't known was possible. He groaned, his head falling back against the headboard, his eyes squeezing shut as the sensations washed over him.

His hips involuntarily arched into your touch, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter.

“Oh… Oh God, that feels…” he gasped, his voice choked. “That feels so good,” he managed to stutter out, his words a raw expression of pleasure.

The feeling of your hand on him was overwhelming, unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He could feel his body tensing and relaxing instinctively.

You positioned yourself above him, and you looked him in the eyes as if to ask for one last permission.

Matt's heart thudded in his chest as he looked into your eyes. He knew what was about to happen, and he wanted it, more than anything. He didn't want you to stop, he wanted you, all of you.

He nodded, his voice unsteady as he spoke. “Please,” he whispered, his breath ragged. “Please, don't stop.”

And then, you slowly started to sink down. The sensation was almost too much for Matt. It was like a wave of pleasure and heat overwhelming his entire body. He let out a low, guttural moan as you slowly sank down, inch by agonizing inch.

He clung to you, his hands gripping your hips with an almost bruising force. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lips parted as he panted for breath. “Oh… Oh God,” he managed to say, the words a messy, incoherent jumble.

His mind was reeling, every thought driven out by the sheer intensity of the feeling. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before, like nothing he could have imagined. You were warm, tight, and completely surrounding him, and it was everything.

He knew he was probably being too rough, too loud, but he couldn't help it. He was utterly lost in the sensations, losing himself in you. He was yours, totally and completely, and he loved every moment.

As you bottomed out, you rested your hands on his shoulders for support. “You okay, baby?”

Matt was trying to form words, to give some sort of response, but all he could manage was a series of ragged breaths and a nod. He was trying to ground himself, to stay in control, but it was nearly impossible.

He managed to open his eyes, his gaze meeting yours. “I… I'm… I'm okay,” he gasped out, his voice thick with pleasure. “Just… Just give me a second, please.”

You felt incredible around him, almost too good. He needed a moment to adjust, to find some sort of equilibrium, or he knew he'd lose himself completely.

He forced himself to take a few deep breaths, his heart hammering in his chest as he tried to steady himself. “You… You feel so… So good," he managed to get out between ragged breaths. He was struggling to find his voice, to express how he was feeling. “Just… Just give me a moment, please…”

“Of course. Take all the time you need,” you whispered, your hand gently caressing his cheek.

Your touch was like a soothing balm on his over-stimulated body. He closed his eyes and leaned into your hand, drawing in a shaky breath. He focused on the feeling of your fingers on his skin, your body surrounding him, anchoring himself to you. Slowly, the overwhelming sensations began to recede, replaced by a calmer, more controlled sense of pleasure.

He opened his eyes again, his gaze meeting yours. “I'm… I'm okay now,” he murmured. “You can... you can move now.”

You leaned in to press your lips against his before slowly starting to move your hips.

The feeling of your lips on his was like a jolt through his system, reigniting the fire that had been momentarily banked. He responded eagerly, his mouth moving against yours, his tongue caressing yours with an urgent need.

And then there was the movement of your hips. It was a gentle, careful circling motion, bringing him closer and closer to oblivion. Matt let out a guttural moan, his hands gripping your hips even tighter.

It was all too much, but he couldn't get enough of it. He felt like he was drowning in you, lost in the sensations of your body, your touch, your scent. He knew he was being loud, almost embarrassingly so, but he couldn't help it. He was completely yours, completely lost in you.

“Does that feel good, baby?” You asked breathlessly.

Matt could barely respond, too lost in the pleasure to string coherent words together. All he could do was nod, his voice choked off by a moan that tore its way from his throat.

He tried to form words, to tell you how good it felt, how incredible you were, but all that came out was a ragged gasp. “Y-yeah,” he managed to stutter out eventually, his voice hoarse. “Feels… Feels so good…”

You pressed their foreheads together before starting to move a little faster, moans escaping your own lips.

The change in speed made Matt's head spin. He felt like he was on the edge of an abyss, his body tensing and coiling with each move of your hips. He was a tangle of sensations, pleasure, need, and love, all swirling together.

He kept his eyes open, locking them with yours. Your moans, your ragged breaths, only amplified the sensations. He knew he was close, too close, but he didn't want it to end.

His hands left your hips, moving up to cradle your face in his hands. He needed to touch you, to feel your skin under his fingers, to hold onto you as he rode the wave of pleasure higher and higher.

“I… I'm close… I'm gonna… Oh God, I'm…”

You understood exactly what he meant, the urgency in his tone clear. Your movements became faster and more purposeful, pushing them both closer to the edge.

“I know, baby,” you whispered, your breath hot against his ear. “I know. Just let go. I've got you.”

Your words sent a shiver down his spine, the mixture of love and reassurance hitting him right in the chest. He wanted to hold on, to make this last as long as possible, but he knew it was impossible. He was on the edge, teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

“Baby…” he gasped, his voice thin and needy. “I… I'm… Oh God, I'm… I'm…”

He couldn't say the words, couldn't form the warning. All he could do was shiver as his body went rigid, waves of pleasure washing over him. He held onto you, his fingers digging into your flesh, as he rode out the aftershocks.

At the sensation of him releasing deep inside of you, you reached your climax as well, your back arching, and you let out a loud cry of his name. He felt you clenching around him, your own release as you cried out his name, and it was too much. He felt like he was being lifted into ecstasy, drowning in the sensations that swamped his body.

His hands moved to wrap around you, holding you close, feeling the tremors run through your body. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. “Oh God… Oh God…” he managed to say.

“I… I've never… That was…”

He couldn't complete a sentence, his mind reeling from the intensity of it all. He held onto you, feeling the rapid throb of your heartbeat against his chest, the heat of your skin against his, and the sweat that had gathered on both their bodies.

After You finally caught your breath, you looked at him, still straddling him, as you ran your hand through his hair. “Are you okay, baby?”

Matt was still reeling, his body trembling slightly from the force of his orgasm. He leaned into your touch, his eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse and raw. “I'm… I'm okay. I just… I need a minute. That was… Wow.”

“You were perfect,” you said softly before lifting yourself from him and falling onto the bed next to him.

He chuckled weakly, still struggling to catch his breath. “Perfect, huh? I'm pretty sure I yelled louder than you did. I think the whole neighborhood heard me,” he teased, half-joking and half-not.

You chuckled breathlessly. Matt, however, could only stare in wonder at how his seed was leaking out of you.

Matt couldn't tear his gaze away, his eyes fixed on the sight in front of him. He had never seen anything so intimate, so erotic. Without thinking, he reached out, his fingers tracing the trail of his release dribbling down your skin.

“God, you're so beautiful,” he whispered. “And I… I made a mess of you.”

Your breath hitched as he touched you, still oversensitive, but you didn't protest. He touched you delicately, his touch light and hesitant, as if he was scared to break the fragile moment. His gaze was filled with a mixture of awe and desire, staring at the evidence of what you have just shared.

“You… You look even more beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “Like I've marked you as mine.”

“I am yours,” you whispered.

The words sent a wave of possessiveness through him. “Mine,” he repeated, his voice almost a possessive growl. “All mine.”

He leaned in, pressing feather-light kisses along your jawline, his hands tracing aimless patterns on your skin. “I don't want anyone else seeing you like this," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “I don't want anyone else touching you like I do. You're mine.”

He continued to mark your skin with kisses, his mouth moving along the length of your neck and down to your collarbone. He wanted to keep you like this forever, covered in his marks, in his scent. He knew he was being selfish, but he didn't care. You were his, and he wanted the world to know it.

You let out a soft sigh, your fingers tangling into his hair.

The feel of your fingers in his hair only served to make him more possessive. He continued to kiss and nip at your skin, leaving a trail of love bites down your neck and chest.

“Mine,” he repeated, his voice almost a mantra. He wanted to keep saying it, as if by repeating it, he could make it more true. “All mine.”

“So… I take that I made your first time good?” you asked, a little jokingly.

Matt chuckled huskily, leaning back just enough to look into your eyes. “Good is an understatement,” he said, his voice still rough with desire. “That was… Mind-blowing. Life-changing.”

He paused, his gaze roaming over your body again, taking in the sight of you covered in his marks. “I think you ruined me for anyone else.”

“Well, I sure hope so,” you murmured before kissing him again.

He responded immediately, his mouth moving against yours with a desperate, needy hunger. He rolled you onto your back, pinning you beneath him, continuing the kiss with a fervor. He didn't want this moment to end, he wanted to revel in the feeling of your body under his, the taste of your mouth, the scent of your skin.

Between kisses, he managed to mutter, “You're the only one. The only one I'll ever need.”

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evesbookshop · 2 months ago

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Could you make a smut where bakugo comes home to ready playing with herself?

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𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 \(^ヮ^)/

𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐅𝐭: 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜), 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜), 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧(𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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Most of the time when Katsuki came home it was quiet. There would be dinner left for him in the microwave, his lunch for the next day packed away in the fridge, and you either reading a book on the couch waiting or the times when you were worn from the day ,asleep in your shared bed. Not this time. This time there was still his dinner in the mic, his lunch in the fridge, but light almost muffled whimpers were coming from your bedroom.

He dropped his gauntlets in their designated area by the front door gently, and quietly toed off his heavy boots. Placing his duffel by the couch with furrowed brows as he began to stalk towards the bedroom door down the hall that lay ajar. And while you two had been together long enough for him to feel confident in the fact that you wouldn’t betray him, he couldn't help the pit that grew in his stomach despite it.

A pit that quickly dissipated as he grew close enough to hear exactly what you were saying.

“Oh my god- kat, feels so good. Fuck, fuck-” Oh. Oh.

A devilish smirk spread across his face as he pushed the door all the way open to reveal you, propped up against the headboard with your legs spread. On his side of the bed, wearing his favorite t-shirt, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, but also a bit of frustration as one hand lay in between your hands rubbing frantic circles over your clit. Not slightest clue that he was standing there watching you try to get off to the thought of him alone. Tutting lightly to get your attention as he pulled off his shirt in one fell swoop.

“Damn, Doll. I don't know if i should be offended you started without me, or glad you were thinking of me” His voice holding his usual cocky tone with an underlying husk.

“Kat! I didn’t hear you get home?” At that he scoffed out a laugh, watching as your legs snapped closed and hands pulling down his shirt in a lukewarm attempt at decency.

“Yeah I see that.” Leaning forward one of his big warm hands wrapped an ankle, pulling you towards the foot of the bed Sliding up to your knees, other hand following close behind as he pushed them apart. Met with hardly any resistance on your end. “Didn’t know you were so pent up.” Katsuki spoke thickly as his eyes focused on the wet mess you’d created between your legs.

“You’ve been so busy, and tired. Didn’t wanna bother you.” You explain weekly, voice quivering in anticipation as you took in his hungry gaze.

“Tch. Don't be stupid, I always have time for you.” He sucked his teeth in indignation. Taking one of his thumbs and dressing it to the hood of your already sensitive clit. Revelling in the way your body shuddered in response followed by a soft plea on your end. “Don't worry, Dollface. Not gonna make you wait any longer.” He murmured placatingly as he began to rub soft figure eights over the sensitive nub. Because maybe Katsuki would make you wait a tad longer, just to watch you squirm.

And squirm you did, hips jerking up softly as you chased what leasure you gave you that was already so much better than what you could ever give yourself.

“ ‘Suki” You whimpered his name softly, hands fisting the hem of his shirt as you looked up at him from where you lay on your back.

“Oh that feels good huh?” Cocky even in bed.

“So good.’

“Yeah? So I shouldn't speed up then?” He asked for your input as he already was, lazy circles getting faster and more firm. HIs amber eyes sparkling in mischief but swimming with lust as your back arched and hands stretched to grip the sheets instead. Grin spreading at the reaction.

“Oh my- kat please,please, please~” Oh how he’d jar the sound of you begging for him if he could.

“Fuck me.” A curse muttered from his lips as he fought an internal battle, taking a few seconds before he was dropping to his knees in front of you. Hand sliding away for a moment to hook behind your thighs and pull you closer, one leg bent over his shoulder and the other being help open and against the bed with his right hand before it slid back to its place between them. Middle and ring fingers sliding between you damp slit, gathering your wetness before slowly beginning their entrance into your tight heat. Katsuki’s head roping to kiss and suck the plush skin of your inner thigh. Fingers rocking in and out a few times before curling into the spongy spot he has memorized.

“Fuck Katsuki!” A pornographic moan leaving your lips as your head pushes back against the mattress.

“I know Dollface, so much better than yours ain't i?”

“Yes , fuck yes.” Your rambling mixed with moans filled the air, but all Katsuki could focus on at the moment was pleasing your pretty pussy, his pretty pussy.

“Yeah, I thought so.” He says really more for himself, even with your enthusiastic agreement above. Licking his lips before leaning forward to wrap them around your aching clit. Your reaction is instantaneous.

Hips bucking as he alternates between sucking and rubbing with the tip of his tongue. Fingers picking up their pace and curling brutally against you g-spot having you see stars. Coil tightening with every brush of his tongue and press of his fingers. One of your hands coming down to grip at his dirty blonde tufts of hair. Holding him in place as you ride his fingers and grind your clit against his mouth at the same time

“Fuck ‘Suki, I’m so close. Please don’t stop, I-I'm gonna come. Please.” Whines and moans flowing from your mouth unfiltered as you chase your high. Katsuki nodding against your cunt as he laps at the nonstop wetness that leaks from your entrance, fingers pressing, almost messaging your walls just where you need. “Oh my god kat. I- fuck.”

Your euphoria washed over you in waves, painting the back of your eyes white as you take what you need without a care. Grinding against him as he continues his efforts to prolong your climax before you finally go limp. Fingers loosening their grip on his hair as he pulls back, fingers slipping out of you gently. Your chest heaves from the strength of your orgasm as he stands.

He leans forward bracing himself on the mattress with one hand and grabbing your jaw with the other, kissing you with unimaginable hunger, your essence still lingering strong on his tongue. Pulling back only once hes certain he cant hold his breath any longer. Eyes tracing your flushed face.

“Catch your breath quick.” Katsuki’s voice is thick with lust, “ We aren’t done yet.”

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ OUR LITTLE SECRET, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ after secretly hooking up with your brothers best friend behind his back for months, the two of you are brought together again and you struggle to keep your hands off each other, especially when you end up having to share a bed.

| warnings: kinda smutty, tension, swearing

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the air you were breathing felt hot and thick, like it was slowly but surely drowning you.

what should have been a fun catch up with your brother and his girlfriend had turned into something much more than what you anticipated when his best friend showed up at the door, a stupid smirk on his face when he noticed your presence in the living room.

you and hamzah has been hooking up for months, all behind martins back. everytime you were in toronto to see your brother, hamzah would always find a way to sneak himself into your plans so he could get you alone. you knew and hoped martin was completely oblivious, but he did notice how the two of you always stood too close together, or unnecessarily brushed off one another.

the first time you met, martin instantly became aware of how smiley you were around hamzah, your frame always shrinking under his gaze out of nervousness. he also took notice to how hamzah would crack more jokes than usual when you were around, and look way too happy with himself whenever you burst out laughing at whatever stupid thing he had said.

it was the same night you met hamzah when martin pulled you off to the side, warning you that if you ever went near hamzah ‘like that’ you’d be in a lot of trouble. you told him he didn’t have to worry about it, but that same night you found yourself in hamzah’s bed, having told martin and mandy that you had a hotel room.

since then, hamzah had made it his mission to always somehow sneak you back to his place after every hangout behind martins back, getting you out of he and mandy’s unnoticed every single time.

—and the second you locked eyes with him, you knew that this time wouldn’t be any different.

‘hamzah? martin, i told you not to invite him!’ mandy said, her voice a mixture between playfulness and seriousness as hamzah rolled his eyes at her, sitting himself down next to you on the couch with a smile on his face.

martin and mandy began squabbling with each other, the couples voices mixing together making their little argument inaudible, but you assumed it was about hamzah suddenly showed up out of nowhere, mandy’s expression of distaste when looking at him telling you everything you needed to know.

‘not gonna say hi to me, are you?’ hamzah’s voice announced, snapping you out of your thoughts as you turned your head towards him, the eye-contact that came with your action making you heart beat faster almost instantly.

‘hi, hamzah. happy now?’ you said playfully as he furrowed his brows at you jokingly, his lips parted as you let out a small giggle.

‘no, actually. i think i deserve more than that from you, don’t you think?’ hamzah said, his words making your heart beat faster as you looked away from him. he was here about five minutes and he was already thinking about you that way, but you couldn’t find it in you to complain.

you had no idea how you were supposed to last the entire night without putting your hands on him—but you knew not keeping things between the two of you a secret wasn’t an option.

‘like what?’ you said boldly, your body acting before your head.

a smirk grew on hamzah’s face, and before you knew it one of his hands was on your back, gently tracing his fingers up and down your skin. luckily, martin and mandy were still mid argument and his action had gone unnoticed.

‘don’t be so impatient, sweetheart.’ he muttered only loud enough for you to hear, his hand departing from your back as mandy quickly turned to the two of you, a smile on her face while martin looked like he was forcing one.

‘okay—movie time!’ mandy said enthusiastically as she plopped herself down on the end of the couch, martin slotting himself between you and his girlfriend.

mandy had started the movie moments after, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to focus. all you cared about and all you could think about in that moment was what you knew was going to happen later between you and hamzah.

mid way through it, just as you had started to understand what was actually going on, you felt hamzah’s hand brush against the skin of your thigh. his gesture felt so accidental, yet so deliberate, like he knew exactly how you were feeling and what you wanted.

you swallowed, your gaze flickering to him momentarily to see him looking up at the screen, like nothing had happened. you figured at that point maybe it was an accident, until you felt him do it again. this time, his thumb began tracing slow circles on your skin, his gesture making your breath catch in your throat slightly.

you looked at him again, hoping he would at least make eye-contact with you, but his facial expression already told you a million words. his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, and a smirk was playing at the corners of his mouth. his pupils were slightly blown out, and you could tell he was thinking about anything but the movie.

when the movie finally ended, the four of you were surprised to learn that it was 1am, and mandy was quick to suggest that you stay over instead of staying at your ‘hotel’, which was a twenty minute drive away.

martin also suggested hamzah stay as well, and despite hamzah showing some signs of hesitancy before answering, he eventually agreed, his eyes on you the entire time. you had no idea how you were going to make this work, but you knew that you had to kiss him, touch him— at least once before you had to go in the morning and you would have to wait another two months to see him again.

‘okay— y/n, you can stay on the couch, and hamzah—do we have a blowup mattress in the attic, martin?’ mandy said, her words making you laugh as hamzah’s brows furrowed, his arms extended as he gave a dirty look to the girl in front of him.

shortly after, martin returned with the mattress in hand and it took both him and hamzah at least ten minutes to set it up, you and mandy watching in amusement as they groaned frustratedly. eventually, mandy and martin said goodnight to the two of you and retreated to their own room, leaving you and hamzah alone.

the second they left, hamzah turned around to you, giving you a look before sliding out from under the blanket martin had given him, his body sliding over to you onto the couch, his frame hovering over yours.

‘fuck—missed you.’ hamzah whispered, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip as you hummed, barely being able to make him out due to the darkness of the room.

before he could get another word out, you were pushing his chest away as you slid out from under him, his back hitting the couch as you climbed on top of him, your legs either side of his body as you hummed once more at the feeling of his body flush against yours.

‘so fucking beautiful.’ hamzah mumbled before his lips met yours. the kiss started off gentle—sweet, like the two of you were taking each other in after being apart. however, it only took the two of you another ten seconds of kissing before hamzah’s large hands were gripping your waist and his tongue was in your mouth.

slowly, he began to roll your hips against the evident bulge in his pants, a little whine escaping your mouth as you felt the friction of his jeans and your little black skirt rub against your clit through your panties.

‘shh, baby. gotta be quiet for me, yeah?’ he whispered, his lips moving to your neck as he placed rough, wet kisses here and there, gently sucking on all of your sweet spots he had memorised so well.

his hands trailed down from your waist to grab your ass, giving it a little slap before gently lifting up your skirt as his hands repositioned themselves underneath the fabric, his hands beginning to guide your hips to thrust against his slightly faster.

‘fuck—hamzah..’ you whined, pushing yourself further down onto his bulge as he let out a sharp groan, his hands halting the movements of your hips as his nails dug into your skin.

‘wish i could fuck you— so bad.’ hamzah mumbled, his voice sounding desperate as his hips lazily jutted up to meet yours, a small smirk on your face as you watched him begin to lose control under you as you continued bouncing on top of him, your movements getting faster and faster.

you slowly began to feel your orgasm building, the friction of his jeans brushing against your clit in the most agonising way possible that you didn’t even feel your climax getting closer and closer.

you lips met his again briefly, placing little kisses here and there on his face as his thumbs rubbed circles on your hips, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he tried to keep himself quiet.

‘you gonna fuckin’ cum for me, aren’t you?’ hamzah growled, suddenly bouncing you faster against him, the pleasure so unbearable that you felt like calling out his name at the top of your voice.

‘oh, fuck—hamzah!’ you whisper-yelled, grabbing fistfuls of his hoodie as you threw your head back, your orgasm hitting you like a train. it only took you a second to finally come back to life, but it had also only taken martin a second to walk into the living room, and it had taken three for hamzah to grab you by your hips and practically throw you off of him.

‘are you fucking kidding me?’

when you had finally realised what had happened and what was going on, martin started to yell. you instantly got up off the couch, speed-walking over to your brother as hamzah lingered behind you.

‘martin—i swear it— im sorry, okay?’ you said over the sound of him going off at you, your ears not fully bothering to pay attention to a lot of the words that were coming out of his mouth. all you knew was that he was angry. very, very angry.

‘i mean—in my house, y/n? for fucks sake, i can’t believe you.’ martin said, his hands on the back of his head as his gaze flickered between you and hamzah, his eyes suddenly resting on his best friend.

‘and you? i fucking told you not to go near her, hamzah! how long has this been going on for?’ martin said, his words instantly making your heart drop to your stomach. if hamzah told him the truth, you knew martin would probably never forgive you. move past it? probably, but you doubted he’d ever forget it. despite knowing the effect it would have on him, you didn’t want to lie to him.

hamzah cleared his throat, his eyes watching you closely as you turned around, giving him a nod of approval before he looked back at martin nervously.

‘since the night we met, martin.’ he said quietly, but loud enough for martin to hear what he had said. you expected your brother to be outraged, for him to be yelling even louder than he was before, but no. he simply stayed silent, but you could see in his eyes exactly how he felt about what hamzah had said. and that felt even worse than any kind of yelling.

you tried to reach out for him when he turned away, but he shook your arm off of his shoulder and headed back to he and mandy’s room, leaving you and hamzah behind with stressed out expression and frantic heart rates.

‘hamzah—what’re we gonna do?’

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agustdtown1 · 11 months ago

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FREE USE | JJK (hcs)

PAIRING: roommate!jungkook x roommate!fem!reader.

SUMMARY: headcanons of what it’d be like to let jungkook use you as much as he pleased.

WC: 1.2k

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol consumption, free use dynamics, friends/roommates with benefits, unprotected sex, masturbation, mentions of oral sex (male receiving), fucking while doing mundane things, reader and jungkook are very laid back in this one. Grammar mistakes as per usual.

A/N: idk where I was going with this, but I liked the idea so here it is, enjoy!

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Your arrangement started as a simple roommates with benefits type of thing.

It sort of naturally happened.

After a long day of working at your nine to five job and Jungkook dealing with some unnecessary family drama, both of you were at your limit.

You two were in need of some good release.

At the time, alcohol looked like the better option. The best remedy for your miserable day; perfect to leave behind all your concerns and numb your mind for a few hours, until you wake up the next day with an unbearable headache.

Neither of you anticipated that what started as a peaceful drinking session, would end up with both of you fucking desperately to the point of almost breaking the sofa.

After Jungkook finally got a taste of you, however, it became an impossible task to keep his distance with you; despite both of you agreeing to that night being just a one-time thing, and never doing anything like that again.

And so his long nights of jacking off to the thought of you started.

Jungkook would make sure that you were peacefully sleeping before pulling his sweats down, slightly teasing himself by feeling his cock through his underwear.

It was so painfully hard and already leaking.

When his own teasing was too much to bear, Jungkook would pull down the last piece of clothing preventing him from feeling his fingers wrapped around his cock.

He’d start at a slow pace, taking his sweet time to build up his release. He knew the best way to tip himself over the edge, but it seemed like after your one night together nothing could make him cum. His avid fingers weren’t so avid on himself anymore. It didn’t give him the same sentiment that you did. His hand was significantly bigger than yours, on top of being rough and calloused due to all the weightlifting he did on the daily.

Jungkook could notice the stark contrast between you and himself.

He remembers so vividly the way your fingers wrapped around his base, squeezing lightly, before you started to pump his dick at a painfully slow pace. He didn’t mind at the time, but in the darkness and loneliness of his room, Jungkook could only beg for his hand to go faster. However, it wasn’t enough. And that’s how the mental image —the memory of your soft lips kissing his tip came to the very front of his mind. It was hard to forget it; the way your tongue wrapped around his dick, the way you swallowed all of him in one go, just to show him that he could be rougher with you, that it was okay for Jungkook to lose all his self control and fuck your throat only like he knew.

Sadly, those nights filled with the most filthy sounds and moans had to stay a secret for a few more weeks.

Before the unthinkable happened.

Truth be told, you were just as needy of Jungkook as he was of you. And maybe that’s the reason you didn’t think too much before suggesting that crazy idea to him.

“So… Friends with benefits?” His question sounded a bit unsure. “Well, should I say roommates with benefits?” You nodded, agreeing while taking a sip of your coffee. “Yeah, if that’s what you wanna call it. I don’t really care about the name, as long as we’re both on the same page and understand what all of this actually is.”

It was so pathetic how fast Jungkook wanted to agree and say yes to whatever deal you had for him, as long as that meant he could have you all the time he wanted.

And so, it became a recurrent occurrence to be found in the sheets of the one and only Jeon Jungkook whenever life became too stressful.

Surprisingly, the guy learned to read your body in a matter of a few days. His rough hands knew what path to follow; how soft or hard the touch of his fingers had to be to get the exact reaction he needed from you. His warm lips always found that perfect spot on your neck that would steal the sweetest of sounds from your mouth. And his dick would always move just the right way to make you see starts.

But no matter how much of your body you would give to Jungkook during the hardest of days, he would always crave more.

And that’s exactly how you found yourself in the current predicament you were in.

Your hands were acting clumsy due to Jungkook’s hard thrusts. The pencil placed in between your fingers was shaking so badly, and your handwriting was so illegible that not even someone with their 20-20 vision could understand what you wrote.

“Slow down a bit, it’s difficult to write while getting fucked.”

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

His pace was turned down a few notches, but it only served to feel him inside you ten times deeper.

You see, your initial arrangement got to the point of fucking at any moment, anywhere, any day. No matter what either of you were doing, if it was important or not, if you had time or were in a hurry; if your bodies were ready for it or got taken by surprise. It became normal for the both of you to use each other at any given moment.

Just like right now, you could be having a peaceful moment studying, cooking or even watching a movie and Jungkook would simply slide down whatever clothes you were wearing and slip inside, enjoying the warmth of your velvety walls.

You got so used to it that you no longer were surprised by his sudden actions. And just like you did, Jungkook also got used to your impromptu appearance in his room when he was playing video games with his friends, watching a movie, or even just listening to music.

There was one time when he was on the phone with his brother and you easily walked in his room, pulled down his pants and started to suck the life out of him. Surprisingly, Jungkook did good in suppressing his moans while speaking to his brother.

There were other times when he would be reading a manga on the couch, and without previous warning you would get on top of him and ride his cock as if it was your last wish. Even maintaining a conversation while fucking was the usual for you both.

“What are you reading?” Your airy voice rang through Jungkook’s ears, making him look up from the manga placed on his hands, before continuing reading. “Jujutsu Kaisen, the one I told you about the other day.”

“Is it the one with that Gojo guy?” Your movements got messier and faster, desperately trying to reach your high. “Is it— fuck, is it any good?”

“Mhm, it became one of my favorites.” He answered, but even if Jungkook tried to keep his voice steady you could tell he was getting there. “You should read it. I have a feeling you’d— fuck, just like that... I have a feeling you’d like it.” You nodded, not really finding your voice to answer due to your rapidly approaching orgasm. It was a matter of a few more thrusts before you were coming undone on top of him.

At any moment, any minute, any day and most importantly anywhere. That’s how it would usually go for you two.

Both of you fell into the routine so easily and neither were ready to let go of it anytime soon.

#jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #jk x reader #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts x reader #jeon jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #🥢.townsmut!#🥢town originals!#[free use!jk]

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charlesslut16 · 3 months ago

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-fainting hearts-

summary : you have syncope(fainting) and oscar is always there to help you...

PAIRINGS : oscar piastri x fem!reader

WARNINGS : involves fainting and health-related issues

note : I just want to say, that I myself do not have syncope. I was asked to write it in an ask and i tried my best. I hope that you are not offended if I wrote something wrong, i do not have it or know much about it but i still hope that you will enjoy it!

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One time you were at the paddock, a rush of people moving around you as the teams set up for the weekend. The sun was bright, and the air was thick with anticipation.

Oscar had just finished an interview, and you were waiting by the wall near the garage, trying to stay out of the way. It was meant to be a simple moment, just a brief break before the day took off in full swing.

You’d been feeling a little off all morning, but you brushed it off. The heat, the excitement of the race weekend, the crowd, it all mixed together and made your head spin.

You gripped the railing, trying to focus on the surrounding noise, the buzz of activity, but it felt like everything was closing in. Your breath became shallow, and your vision began to blur. Before you could take another step, your legs gave out, and you crumpled.

Oscar was there in an instant. One moment, you were falling, and the next, his arms were around you, holding you up effortlessly. He whispered your name softly as you tried to blink away the blackness threatening to take over.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” he said, his voice firm but full of concern. His hand was already on your wrist, checking your pulse as you regained consciousness. “Just breathe for me. Slowly.”

You could feel his presence beside you, steady, reassuring. The world around you felt far away, but his hands on your arms, his steady voice, brought you back.

"I’m fine, I just…" you whispered, trying to sit up.

Oscar didn’t let go of you. He stayed close, eyes scanning you for any sign of further distress. He helped you sit against the wall, never leaving your side. “Don’t push yourself. Take it slow,” he said, gently rubbing your back.

You could see the worry in his eyes, the way his brow furrowed with concern, but he didn’t show it too much. He was always so calm, as if he was more focused on keeping you safe than the surrounding chaos.

That day, he didn’t leave your side. Even as practice sessions began, and the team’s hustle picked up, he stayed close, keeping an eye on you. You couldn’t help but smile at how he took care of you, even when everything around him demanded his attention.

The next time it happened, you were in the gym, stretching between sets. Oscar had been working hard, his focus intense as usual, but he always found time to check on you, to make sure you were doing okay.

That day, though, the dizziness came on faster. You tried to ignore it, trying to finish your last set, but before you could even finish a rep, everything started to tilt. Your vision narrowed, and your legs felt like jelly beneath you.

Oscar was faster than you anticipated. One second, you were standing, and the next, his arms were around your waist, guiding you to a nearby bench before you could fall.

“Not again,” he said quietly, his hand steady on your back as he gently helped you sit.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, still a little dazed, but the dizziness was strong. You could feel the familiar wave of panic rising, the cold sweat on your skin, but Oscar was there, right beside you, a steady presence amidst the chaos of your body betraying you.

"Just breathe," he said, his voice calm, soft. He crouched in front of you, holding your hands as you closed your eyes to steady your breathing. “We’ve been through this, haven’t we? Just focus on me.”

And somehow, with him there, his quiet voice, his hands on yours, it helped. The dizziness ebbed away, your heart rate slowly returning to normal as you focused on the steady rhythm of his breathing. Oscar didn’t rush you. He didn’t expect you to snap back to normal in an instant. He just stayed with you, letting you breathe, letting the moment pass.

“Better?” he asked after a while, his voice still low and soft.

You opened your eyes, and there he was, right in front of you, always there. “Yeah, much better.”

Oscar didn’t stand up. Instead, he kept his hand on yours, never leaving your side as you caught your breath. His patience was infinite, his concern always unspoken but deeply felt.

It was the kind of comfort you hadn’t realized you needed until you had it, until he was there with you through every moment, no matter how small or how big.

It happened again, this time on race weekend. The crowd was thick, the noise overwhelming as everyone rushed around the paddock. You were standing near one of the pit walls, watching the teams set up, your hand resting on the edge as you tried to steady yourself.

But then, just like the other times, you could feel it coming on. That tightness in your chest. The spinning. The nausea creeping in from the corners of your vision.

Your legs wavered, and you didn’t even have time to react before you were stumbling. Oscar was right there, his hand catching you, pulling you into him before you could collapse completely.

“Not now,” you whispered, trying to fight it, but the dizziness was too strong.

“I’ve got you,” Oscar said, his voice so steady, so sure. He was already helping you sit down, guiding you to the cool shade of a nearby wall. He knelt down in front of you, his eyes scanning you for any signs of distress as he gently cupped your face with his hands.

“Just breathe with me, okay?” he murmured, his thumbs gently tracing your cheek.

You nodded, closing your eyes as you focused on the steady rhythm of his voice, the comforting pressure of his hands. Everything else faded—the noise, the heat, the buzzing of the paddock—until it was just him.

When your breathing slowed, and the dizziness passed, you opened your eyes to find him still there, watching you with quiet care. His hand never left yours, never wavered.

“You always know what to do,” you whispered, your voice a little shaky.

“Of course I do,” he said softly, a faint smile on his lips. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

You didn’t know how you could have ever gotten through these moments without him. Through every fainting spell, through every dizzying episode, Oscar was there,quiet, steady, and always, always with you.

It wasn’t just his presence that made it easier; it was the way he never hesitated, never let you feel like a burden. He was your constant, your rock, even when you couldn’t keep your balance.

As the rest of the race weekend unfolded, the world around you swirled with excitement and anticipation. But in those moments when it all became too much, you knew you had him by your side, holding on, always ready to help you back on your feet.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #masterlist #f1 imagine #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri f1 #oscar piastri x reader #op81 #f1 fic #f1 fanfic

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xoluvx · 4 months ago

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Where Billie and reader have been together for a while and it’s readers birthday and she wants to be in control for the night and although Billie is hesitant because she’s usually dominant she agrees and is pleasantly surprised

okay so i'm running laps around my room. i love this request so much. yes yes yes. enjoy, angel. also i just realized i did billie’s birthday.. not reader’s. oops ₊˚⊹♡

"oh my god," you whimpered looking down at your girlfriend. her eyes filled with lust. brows furrowed with pleasure as her lips curled into a teasing smile. there was something both endearing and satisfying about you being in charge, yet still folding at every word she said; melting with every moan that came out of her lips.

you weren't used to being dominant. you loved it when she handled you. when she told you what to do and gave it to you exactly how she wanted, but you'd decided tonight was the night. a birthday treat. she'd been hesitant. shaking her head trying to pry you from her lap as you clung to her shoulders and begged in her ear; as you swayed your hips and kissed her neck.

when you promised she could do whatever she wanted after, she caved. smirking and kissing your lips as you smiled with triumph. she guided you through it all. holding the new toy in her hands. you stared at it a little too long. a birthday gift to herself. she'd planned on using it on you, but since you'd insisted-

"how?" you asked. your eyes big looking at the dildo then your girlfriend.

"this-" she pointed to the smaller end "-goes inside you," she said sweetly.

"and this-" she stroked the fake cock with her hand, it was bigger than anything she'd used before "-goes inside me," she whispered meeting your eyes. you swallowed. eyes big with curiosity, anticipation, and nerves. you nodded listening to her instructions.

"you think you can handle that, sweet girl?" her voice was soft faking concern when you knew she wanted you to say no. she wanted you to take back your decision to be in control tonight. so when you nodded and stood confidently, she raised her brows and a mischievous smile spread on her lips.

you stood naked as she sat on the bed. you watched as she inserted the smaller part into your pussy. she grinned at the way your lips parted. it was small, but it felt good. specially as she rubbed your clit. you held her shoulders meeting her eyes. your bottom lip tucked between your teeth before pushing her back. you were in charge.

you played the part as she opened her legs. held the inside of her thigh as you guided the dildo into her pussy. slowly entering her. her breathing growing heavier each time you inched deeper. stopping when she held your wrist then continuing when she let go and held your hip. you bottomed out, humming when you felt her thighs close around your waist. you asserted your dominance, opening her thighs, moving your hips. pulling out and slamming back in. she snarled and tossed her head.

when she urged you to keep going. to go faster. to go harder.. you started crumbling. the sensation was so overwhelming you were slowly falling apart. you held your hands on either side of her face. moving your hips the best you could, but every time she moaned and looked at you with those beautiful watery eyes and round lips you lost it.

"please, billie-" you moaned with desperation. you didn't know what you were begging her for. you were in control. you got what you wanted. you were rutting your hips. you were drowning in her moans. she was crying out. she was wrapping her legs around your waist. she was fisting the bed sheets calling you her good girl and how the fuck was it possible that she had you wrapped around her finger when you were the one in charge?

you were slamming into her mesmerized by the way her tits bounced. her blissful moans drove you crazy. her eyes were starting to roll to the back of her head each time you rubbed against her pelvis. you were so tight. every part of your body tingling.

when you fell down on her chest, she wrapped her arms around your shoulders. her lips on your cheek as you continued moving her hips. you held her thighs. nails clawing her skin as you rutted your hips. sweaty and out of breath. desperate for release, but not until you knew she was done. she clung to your shoulders encouraging every moan that fell from your lips.

"you're being so good for me," she breathed against your ear moaning when you palmed her thigh.

"cum, please-" you turned your face to find her lips. you were begging. you couldn't hold off much longer. you pressed your lips on hers. they moved sloppily as her legs quivered and her hands cupped your face guiding the kiss. your tongues collided messily. wet. sweet. desperate. sighing. whimpering. whining as she lifted her hips. thighs shaking.

she held your face. your bottom lip tucked between her teeth. her eyes shut tight as her body convulsed. orgasm washing over her like a tsunami. she was holding her breath until you pulled out. she let go of your lip shaking and gasping for air. her hair stuck to her shoulders, to her forehead. her rosy cheeks so beautiful on her warm complexion. flushed. if this is how you looked every time, it was no wonder she loved it so much.

"happy birthday," you breathed kissing her temple as she gave you a shaky laugh still gathering herself. she felt like she was floating. you'd been in control, but part of her had been too and it'd all resulted in the most mind blowing orgasm she'd had yet.

sure, she'd do it again. of course, she'd do this again. and sure, it'd been a real birthday treat, but now she got to do whatever she wanted to you and she was eager to use her birthday gift.

#billie eilish #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish x you #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish fic #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish blurb #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish oneshot #billie eilish request #billie eilish smut

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heartz4levi · 2 months ago

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sub!luka (alnst) with sub!reader. see my vision please

you come back, i'll be right here !

☆ thinking abt sub luka + sub reader . . .

☆ luka (alnst) ,, fem reader . . combined with anon's request : luka eating subfem reader out PLEASE ,, sub!luka ,, sub!reader ,, both luka and reader are inexperienced ,, overstimulation ,, oral (reader receiving) ,, cum eating ,, luka is vv desperate and pussydrunk.

neither you nor luka have much experience or any desire to take on a more dominant role. what the two of you do have, though, is an a thirst for one another that can only be quenched if you two go at it like rabbits for hours on end.

you two are messy. caging each other's lips in open—mouthed kisses, drooling all over and humping one another into overstimulation. your needy squeals blend together with luka's desperate whines, his eyes fixated on how eagerly your cunt is sucking his cock in. as if he isn't just as eager to nestle himself in the warmth of your pussy.

both of you have lost count how many times you've simultaneously came. regardless, it's enough to have luka's cum seeping out of your weeping cunt, unable to hold every thick glob of release inside. luka takes note of it, and the mere sight has him popping another boner.

"haaah.." luka breathes out, "look at that.."

without a second thought, luka lowers himself to his knees, bringing his face to the same level as your cunt. his eyes bore into your fluttering hole as if he's hypnotized, incapable of looking away. his hands tightly grip the back of your thighs and his mouth is on your pussy before you can even register anything.

"eek!" you squeal. "no—hngh—luka! too much, 's too much, p—please!" you're squirming and thrashing underneath him, trying to escape his hold and the onslaught of his tongue on your puffy clit. something which luka doesn't appreciate in the slightest.

he whines against your pussy, tightening his hold ever so slightly to keep your dripping cunt as close to his face as possible.

"jus' let me taste you, please," he pulls away momentarily, doe gaze meeting yours in a silent plea to let him indulge in you one more time. he can't help himself, not when you look so cute, all overwhelmed and trembling, not when he really needs to taste the sweetness of your pussy mixed in with strings of his own cum.

luka doesn't wait for you to give him the green light or the red light, licking one long stripe up your slit before fully pushing his tongue inside of you.

your mixed release overflows on his tastebuds, coaxing a loud moan out of him. he pulls your lower region closer to his face, ignoring all of your mewls and gasps to slow down, give you a moment to rest, too busy making out with your wet cunt.

your hands find their way in luka's hair, pulling at the blond strands while your back arches off the back. jolts of combined pleasure and pain are overtaking all of your senses, sending your mind into overdrive. it hurts, but it hurts so good, your yelps of "no more!" soon turning into "mmh—faster—fuck!"

as soon as your request switches, luka obliges. he laps your release up like a man starved, starting to feel his cock become painfully hard. he's getting off on your moans that continuously bounce off the walls and on your taste that makes him feel drunk — pussydrunk.

absentmindedly, luka's hips begin to rut against the bedsheets below, his movements erratic. they mirror the frantic way in which your own hips are bucking upwards, seeking more of that addicting, searingly hot and painful sensation of being thrown off the edge when you aren't yet prepared.

your moans increase in pitch while luka muffles his own, subconsciously chasing his own high while selfishly devouring your sensitive cunt whole. in tandem, the both of you can feel your nth climax of the night rapidly approaching.

you sob and babble incoherently, screwing your eyes shut in anticipation for the up and coming orgasm — it hits you harder than the previous ones, pulling a sound so loud from you that your throat burns. luka stains the crumpled sheets the moment he feels more of your release gushing onto his tongue, hips stilling and nails digging into your skin so harshly that he is bound to have left marks.

throwing your head back against the pillows, you are finally able to regain your breath once luka pulls away. his own body feels like jelly, knees giving off the impression that they could give up from right underneath him any moment now.

but no, they can't. not yet.

an exasperated hiss escapes you as luka settles himself on top of you, pressing his sweaty chest against yours. he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent before murmuring just loud enough for you to hear — "one more, please, please please pleaseeee..."

#⠀⠀⠀⠀Ꮺ heartz4luka #alien stage #alnst #alnst x reader #alnst smut #luka alien stage #luka alnst #luka alien stage x reader #luka alnst x reader #luka alien stage smut #luka alnst smut

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mikiruie · 24 days ago

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familiarity breeds contempt.

── YO HIORI ﹕ 氷織羊 ┊͙ BLUE LOCK ✩

❤︎ fem!reader. smut — mdni. divorce!au. petnames ( sweetheart, gorgeous, darling, angel ). ex-husband!hiori. fingering + clit play. mentions of a daughter you have together. hiori’s a tease and you hate it. word count 1279 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ masterlist

“You are so fucking annoying, y’know that right?”

From between your legs, Hiori looks up at you. Calloused palms caress the smooth skin of your bare thighs— and there’s a glint in his eyes, something mischievous brewing in those pale blue irises when your words reach his ears.

He merely shrugs.

The sheets rustle between your bodies, and he pulls down your worn out old panties by the waistband, fingers slotting between your skin and the stretchy elastic. It feels sticky with arousal when he finally tosses them aside elsewhere in your room, and you shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed skin even while covered by a thin cotton blanket.

“So I’ve been told maybe once or twice.”

You would know— because those words came from your own mouth.

Small whines manage to rip their way out from the back of your throat as his head sinks down further. Hiori watches as your glistening pussy pulses around nothing in anticipation, eagerly waiting to be satisfied by his fingers as they ghost over the hood of your clit and you flinch— pushing yourself up against the headboard of your bed and scurrying away from his touch like a timid mouse with its tail between its legs.

There’s something unsettling in the way that Yo Hiori likes to toy and play with you, both in bed and in daily life as he chases after your bashful self, propping himself up on his elbows and dragging you closer to him by your thighs.

His tongue swipes across his lip with a knowing smile, revealing his canines as he wets his appetite with the sight of your frightful self. “Where do ya think you’re going, sweetheart?”

You huff at the sweet term of endearment, even though it comes from a man who is anything but. And while the pet name still manages to turn your brain all fuzzy and cause your thighs to clench together when he says it with a drawn out drawl, it’s still a clear violation of the guidelines set precisely before these happenings began taking place.

“I told you no pet names, Yo. How many times do I have to say it?”

He clicks his tongue against the porcelain of his teeth at your commands. “Ah, you’re no fun anymore angel,” he sighs, cheek resting against your thigh again. “We’re not gonna be able ta do anything if you’re gonna be a stick in the mud about all this.”

“We’re not even together anymore,” you rapid fire back without hesitation, poison laced between each word. “You don’t get to call me that.”

“So what?” He gleams, “Ya got a boyfriend who can call you that now or what?”

“N-no . . .” The words die out in your throat faster than you can think, and the look of embarrassment blooms all across your face. “Not exactly . . .”

“Then there’s nothing you can do ta stop me,” he hums, satisfied as he settles himself back between your legs comfortably, spreading them open to your awaiting pussy. It’s a sight to behold, dripping with arousal as he dips a finger inside tentatively, ignoring the yelp and subsequent thrashing from you as he inserts it further.

“Look at that,” he coos, voice barely above a whisper as he pumps his finger slowly, feeling your pussy clench down on every side as your whines reach higher pitches. “She’s practically droolin’ for me, angel.”

“Could you stop looking down there?” All prudish and flustered, Hiori looks back up at you, who now wears a pout on your face. Your eyebrows cinched and nose all wrinkled, even after having a whole kid with him you’re still no less embarrassed than the day you two first had sex together— still pointlessly trying to cross your legs so he can’t see too much of you and attempting to hold back your moans in an effort to avoid his teasing.

“Just get it over with.”

“Relax,” he muses, a smug smirk growing on his face causing you to flush and push your face into the pillows— this bastard. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

Baby blue hair, soft and silky, and still smelling like your old shampoo nestles against your thighs when he spreads your legs open further, hot breath so close to your bare cunt like flames licking your core that you feel your head spin dizzy with want, you breathe out a softly panted—

“Because we don’t do this anymore.”

Hiori doesn’t respond to that. It doesn’t need an answer anyways.

A hiss slips through your teeth when he lifts the hood of your clit up gently, a quiet “fuck you,” through bated breathes that makes him grin when he teases your clit with one finger, lubed with his own spit as he rubs small circles into the twitching bundle of nerves.

The air is hot between you, despite the fan above that spins with a dull whirr. Stringy webs of arousal coat Hiori’s thumb, glistening in the lowlight as the throbbing in your stomach climbs further into a slew of dread and excitement.

Hiori’s gaze is fixed, lidded and focused only on your twitching thighs and the reactions you give him. One hand holds your waist securely while the other works your body with coldly calculated expertise. His speed is slow, agonizingly slow on purpose. He knows that you hate being edged like this.

Peeking through cyan locs, his eyes meet yours with a gaze akin to that of a predator. Like a bull seeing red, your chest feels taut with irritation at the challenge that swirls in those deceptively innocent eyes of his.

It would be so easy to grind down on his thumb like this, to use him for your own sexual pleasure freely just as you did way back when— but those days are long gone, and you can’t stand the thought of giving into him.

You hate submitting to his whims whenever he comes over, always with some innocuous excuse that somehow ends in him convincing you to let him back into your bed sheets every weekend after you drop your daughter off at her friend’s house on Friday night.

This song and dance is tiring, excruciating even— but your body longs for his touch like no other.

Hiori takes one look at your twisted face and can easily tell the surge of thoughts that are racing through your mind right now. It doesn’t take a genius— just your ex-husband of five years who knows you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, and a slew of curses intermixed with haggered moans of his name fall from your lips as he quickens his pace, head thrown back into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut from the intensity.

“Think you’re close, gorgeous?”

Hiori stifles a chuckle at the sight of tears pricking the ends of your eyes, the rapid rising and falling of your chest as your whines echo throughout the bedroom. “You’re so good ta me darling, and so pretty when I’ve got ya like this.”

A choked out moan involuntarily slips from your lips at his praise, and Hiori can’t stop the wicked grin that spreads across his face faster than wildfire.

No amount of years spent apart could ever erase the effects that Yo Hiori has on you.

With your body shaking and spasming— practically begging for the sweet release of your mounting orgasm— Hiori’s head dips down between your legs again, pressing a wet kiss to your clit with the command you’ve been longing to hear ever since this long night started.

“You’re gonna be good now and cum for me, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

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ccupcakeyss · 30 days ago

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HELLO AND WELCOME TO TUMBLR!

Can I request a Xavier scenario when they are have a bathtime together as the weekend finally approaches? Both fluff and smut.

HIHI THANKYOU FOR THE WARM WELCOME AND OF COURSE!!! this is such a cute idea!!

x 𓎟𓎟 STEAM AND STARDUST ★

SUMMARY: after a particularly demanding week filled with long missions and very little downtime, Xavier invites you to stay the weekend at his place- somewhere private, quiet, far from the hum of ships and constant notifications.

CW: female reader, 18+ MDNI, romantic fluff and aftercare, sensual bathtime setting (shared bath, implied nudity), masturbation (partnered, fingering), oral-style teasing and dirty talk (light dominance), p in v, cowgirl, from behind, multiple orgasms (fem receiving), creampie (implied, no protection mentioned), gentle dom!Xavier vibes, cursing, explicit language, consensual, emotionally safe atmosphere, post-sex tenderness and cuddling.

WC: 1.0K!

NOTES: FIRST REQUEST and was super fun thank youso much!! this was a bit more smutty than fluffy, but lmk if you want more fluff in the next req!! thank you so much and enjoy!!

The sun had already dipped below the horizon by the time they arrived—his apartment dimly lit with soft, ambient lighting and the scent of something warm and earthy in the air. Xavier had planned ahead, of course. Candles glowed along the edge of the bathroom counter, casting golden light over polished tile and the deep tub that filled slowly, water laced with herbs and essential oils.

“You’ve been quiet,” Xavier said, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it by the door. “Long week?”

You gave him a tired nod, toes curling into the soft rug underfoot. “Yeah. Feels like we didn’t stop moving.”

He crossed the room in a few steps, arms sliding around your waist, pulling you close. His lips brushed your forehead, then your cheek. “Then we’re not doing anything tonight. No missions. No comms. Just this.” His voice dropped. “Just us.”

By the time the tub was ready, your clothes were somewhere forgotten between the bedroom and the hallway. Xavier helped you in first, and then climbed in behind you, his thighs bracketing yours, arms circling your waist beneath the surface of the water.

His touch was soothing at first—fingers drawing lazy shapes over your skin, voice low as he murmured about nothing and everything. But soon, the silence between words shifted, heavy with anticipation.

“You’re so soft here,” he whispered, his hand moving from your stomach down between your thighs. You gasped, leaning back into him. He groaned quietly, like the sound of your pleasure was a trigger, a signal he’d been waiting for all week.

“Relax,” he said again, breath hot against your neck. “Let me take care of you.”

One hand stayed firm on your hip, the other sliding lower, finding that sensitive spot with practiced ease. His fingers moved with a slow rhythm, teasing, circling, dipping just enough to make your legs twitch beneath the water.

“Xavier,” you breathed, hand reaching back to grip his thigh.

He chuckled, low and dark. “That’s it. Say my name again.”

He shifted behind you, and you could feel the hard length of him pressing against your lower back beneath the water. His teeth grazed your shoulder, lips moving against your skin as he murmured how much he missed you, how beautiful you looked bathed in steam and starlight.

Then, with no warning, he slid two fingers inside you—slow but deliberate—curling them just enough to make your head drop back onto his shoulder. His thumb kept its rhythm against your clit, dragging you higher, tighter.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispered. “You’ve been holding everything in all week. Jus'let go for me.”

Your breath came faster, chest rising out of the water as your body arched, hips moving to meet every stroke of his fingers. He knew your body well—knew when to slow down, when to build you up again until you were gasping his name with every breath.

He held you when you came, whispering praise into your ear, not stopping until the tremors left your body. Then he turned you to straddle his lap, water sloshing gently around you both. His hands ran up your back, mouth finding yours with hunger, and you felt him slide against your entrance, hard and ready.

“Round two,” he said with a smirk, voice low and full of promise. “This time, I get to feel all of you.”

You could feel him, thick and hot beneath you, pressed between your thighs as the water lapped around your hips. Xavier leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was deeper now—less teasing, more claiming. The kind of kiss that made your toes curl and your body ache.

His hands moved to your hips, guiding you as you shifted just enough to line yourself up with him. The moment the tip of his cock slid into you, both of you exhaled like the weight of the entire week had lifted. He filled you slowly, inch by inch, until your thighs pressed against his and you were seated fully in his lap.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your neck, holding himself still for a moment, as if savoring the feeling of being buried inside you.

Your hands braced against his shoulders, your forehead resting against his. The intimacy of it—warm water around you, skin to skin, hearts pounding in sync—felt overwhelming in the best way. You rolled your hips experimentally, and Xavier’s grip on you tightened.

“Just like that,” he whispered, breath ragged. “Use me. Take your time.”

And you did—slow, deliberate rolls of your hips that had both of you moaning softly into each other’s mouths. The water sloshed lazily around you with each movement, the heat and slickness amplifying every delicious grind, every drag of his cock against your walls.

Xavier’s hands roamed your back, your thighs, sliding up your spine and into your hair, tugging gently as his mouth found your collarbone. He murmured your name like a prayer, like it was the only thing grounding him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said through gritted teeth, hips finally beginning to move with yours. He thrust up into you, slow and deep, matching your rhythm until every breath was a shared moan.

Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the slow burn building again—this time hotter, needier. You were close already, and he could feel it. His hand slid between you, thumb circling your clit with the same practiced care he gave to everything else.

“Come for me again,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”

And when you did—clenching around him, mouth falling open in a silent cry—he held you tight, fucking you through it until he followed with a groan, spilling inside you with a final thrust and a shudder that rocked through both of you.

You collapsed against his chest, the water now rippling gently around your tangled bodies. For a moment, the only sound was your breath and the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek.

“Think we needed that,” you mumbled, eyes half-lidded with bliss.

He laughed softly, running a hand through your wet hair. “That was just the start of the weekend.”

BONUS . . .

Later, after drying off and slipping into soft robes, Xavier wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you onto the couch. The stars twinkled through the glass above as you curled into him.

“Tomorrow,” he murmured, “we sleep in. And then…” His lips brushed your ear. “Round three?”

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kxsagi · 2 months ago

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REQUEST NO. IDK FROM MEEE

A rin itoshi x reader (can you tell i adore him and the way you write him?)

basically i got this idea where rin and reader agree to watch a movie and while they were searching, The shining (aka rin’s fav horror movie) catches his eyes and reader being the attentive sweetheart she is, says they should watch it. despite rin’s warnings she insists and lets just say she was NOT prepared for the horror movie hehe and she clings to rin. basically a scared reader and a comforting rin 🤭

“𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧”

a/n: THIS IS CUTEE + i'm glad you adore the way i write him 😫

(idk art credits sorry 😖 i can barely read the watermark)

it was a quiet evening, the kind where time seemed to slow down, and the only noise in the room came from the soft hum of the TV. you and rin were curled up together on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between you.

"let's watch a movie," you suggested, glancing up at him with a smile.

"what do you want to watch?" rin asked, his voice low and indifferent, his eyes scanning through the options on the screen. his posture was rigid, his attention seemingly elsewhere as he clicked through a few genres.

you, ever the sweet and thoughtful one, nudged him playfully. "how about a horror movie?" you said, knowing full well how much rin loved them, especially the shining, his absolute favorite.

his gaze flickered to the screen for a brief moment, the corner of his lips barely twitching. "you sure?" he asked.

"oh, come on," you teased. "you’ve always said it’s a classic. i trust you."

he didn't respond right away, his eyes narrowing slightly. "it’s a lot more intense than you think. don’t say i didn’t warn you."

"rin," you said with a mischievous glint in your eyes, "i’ll be fine. it’s just a movie, right? all fiction."

his gaze briefly softened, but only for a fraction of a second. "if you insist."

you smiled, knowing that once he was convinced, he wouldn't argue further. the movie began, and from the very first frame, you could feel the tension building. the unsettling music, the eerie tone… it was all there, just as rin had warned. you kept your eyes on the screen, trying to remain brave, but it was hard when the atmosphere felt so suffocating.

as the film progressed, the scares only grew worse. jack torrance’s madness, the haunting visions, the two little girls in the hallway – everything about the movie unsettled you more than you anticipated. your breath hitched as you tried to focus on the film, but your body was on edge, every nerve alive with fear.

then that scene came. the twins in the hallway – come play with us... forever... and ever... and ever.

your stomach dropped. you couldn’t even breathe. you froze, eyes wide, a lump in your throat. without thinking, you grabbed onto rin's arm, your fingers digging into his skin. "rin," you whispered, your voice shaky, "i can’t do this... it’s too much."

he didn’t flinch, as if he wasn’t at all affected by the scene. but then, in an almost imperceptible shift, his arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. “don’t look at the screen,” he murmured, his voice almost soothing despite the indifference that usually defined him. “focus on me.”

you let out a shaky breath, but it didn’t do much to ease the panic rising in your chest. every creak of the floorboards, every whisper, every shadow seemed to come alive, and you couldn’t escape it. your heart raced faster as you clung to him, trying to block out the movie, but it was impossible.

when jack started his attack on wendy, the scene with the axe, the frantic panic, you gasped, burying your face into rin's chest. "rin," you choked out, your voice muffled against his shirt, "i can't... i don't want to watch anymore."

his hand gently cupped the back of your head, his touch surprisingly tender. "you're fine," he said, his voice still cold but softening, just for you. "just breathe."

but you were already trembling in his arms, your grip on him tightening as though you could anchor yourself in the safety of his presence. you could feel him, his steady breathing, the way he wasn’t fazed by the horrors unfolding on the screen. you, on the other hand, felt like you were losing control, the fear swallowing you whole.

"rin," you whispered again, your voice breaking. "please... make it stop."

his fingers brushed against your hair, his touch a steadying force in the chaos. “it’s just a movie. you’re safe with me.”

his voice, calm and unwavering, was the only thing keeping you from completely losing yourself in the fear. you clung to him harder, hiding your face, desperate for the comfort he was offering despite his usual distant nature.

as the movie finally came to a close, you felt like you could breathe again, though your heart was still racing. you didn’t move, not yet. you didn’t want to. not when his arms were the only thing holding back the terror.

he looked down at you, his expression unchanged, but there was a softness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. "next time," he said, his voice still low, "maybe we pick something a little lighter."

you nodded against his chest, exhausted from both the fear and the comfort he’d given you. "deal."

rin's fingers gently lifted your chin, his touch almost tender. "you know," he began, his voice soft, "if you're not feeling up to going home tonight... you can stay here. i’ll be fine with it." his words were casual, but there was a quiet sincerity in them, a promise of safety in his arms.

you looked up at him, your heart warming despite the fear you still felt. "you wouldn’t mind?"

he gave you a small, almost imperceptible shrug, his usual aloof demeanor returning. "it's not like i’ll sleep much anyway. stay as long as you need."

you smiled softly, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "thank you."

"no need to thank me," he muttered, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. "just don’t make me regret it."

you laughed quietly, the sound a mix of relief and affection. curling closer to him, you let yourself feel the security of his presence, finally allowing your body to relax. with rin's warmth surrounding you, you knew you'd be okay. and despite his cold exterior, you couldn’t help but feel that this was one of the rare moments where he truly cared.

#rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi blue lock #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #quiet protection

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swmzq · 9 months ago

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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄!

pairing:taylor swift X fem!singer!reader

authors note:Based on good luck, babe! By chappell roan cause I’ve been absolutely obsessed with her lately! A little bit of Austin butler x reader

warnings:smut, mdni, fingering, rushed lol, reader getting jealous of Travis and taylor (no hate to Travis I love him)

dividers: @tattooedeverything

masterlist

I sighed tossing my phone to the other side of the bed. My gaze fixed on the ceiling, it’s clear that keeping things hidden with Taylor was probably for the best, but it wasn’t what I wanted. But how exactly do I label it now?

Friends with benefits? Just casually messing around? Fuck buddies?

I honestly couldn’t define it myself; it’s complicated, because I’m certain friends don’t sneak out of parties or fancy dinners to pleasure each other.

Taylor always said that we’re nothing but two really close friends in Interviews even though she knows the truth. It only made me feel like the fool here, thinking that it’d ever work between us.

My train of thoughts got abruptly interrupted by a soft knock on the door, prompting me to groan and get up from my cozy spot on the bed.

I sigh walking over to the door swinging the door open revealing Taylor standing there with a bright smile on her face

“Hello, Taylor. What brings you here?”

Taylor groans tilting her head back. “Long rehearsals for the upcoming tour, and I realized I’d be bored if I just came home to the cats even though i love them more than anything. Then i figured that I’d come over cause my dearest friend is sick and would probably like some tea and chai sugar cookies. So here i am!”

Gosh I fucking hated it every time she called me her friend, I love her as my friend but she knows deep inside as much as I do that we’re more than just friends. Friends don’t kiss each other or touch each other when nobody’s watching.

I quickly masked my thoughts with a bright grin. “God, what would I ever do without my best friend and her amazing chai sugar cookies,” I exclaimed dramatically.

Taylor playfully roll her eyes in response. "But seriously, are you feeling better today?" She asks, concern evident in her voice.

I give her a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I promise I'm feeling much better, especially with you here," I reply warmly.

I welcome Taylor inside, the warmth of her presence filling the room and easing the lingering discomfort of my illness. With a soft smile I gesture for her to make herself at home.

After some time I find myself sitting on the counter, idly swinging my legs as Taylor stands nearby, leaning against the opposite counter. The comfortable silence between us speaks volumes.

As our eyes meet, a silent understanding passes between us, unspoken words dancing in the air. In that moment, it feels like we share a secret language.

I feel a rush of heat as my gaze drops down to Taylor's soft, inviting lips, my heart quickening at the sudden surge of desire that courses through me. In that fleeting moment, the air between us crackles with a newfound tension, a palpable awareness of the unspoken desires that linger just beneath the surface.

As Taylor pushes herself off the counter, a sense of anticipation builds within me, my heart beating faster as she makes her way over to where I'm seated. The air seems charged with an unspoken energy, a magnetic pull drawing us closer together.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as Taylor's hand gently rests on my thigh, the closeness between us electrifying. Our noses almost touching, I can feel the warmth of her breath against my skin, her words sending a rush of emotions through me.

“I've missed you, more than I should” she whisper meeting my gaze with a mix of longing and affection.

“Taylor,” I whisper, the name falling from my lips like a reverent prayer, the urge to bridge the remaining distance between us almost overwhelming. Leaning my head forward, I inch closer, the magnetic pull between us drawing us into a moment fraught with unspoken desires and untapped longing.

I feel a surge of electricity shoot through me as Taylor's hand delicately tucks a strand of hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek, gently urging me closer.

As the gap between us closes, a surge of desire courses through me, and I press my lips against Taylor's soft ones in a tender yet passionate kiss. The world falls away, leaving only the sensation of her warmth against my skin and the intoxicating thrill of our forbidden embrace.

I let out a moan into the kiss my body responding to Taylor's touch as her hand grips my ass, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. The intensity of the moment heightens, the boundaries between us blurring as desire takes hold.

My breath hitches as Taylor pulls away, her fingers deftly unbuttoning my silky pajama shirt. “So pretty,” she whispers, her voice filled with admiration as she slides the shirt off my shoulders, revealing my bare breasts to her hungry gaze.

I gasp in pleasure as Taylor's lips close around one of my nipples, her tongue swirling deliciously around it, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through me. The sensation of her warm mouth on my sensitive flesh heightens my arousal, and I arch my back, offering myself to her touch. The intimate connection between us deepens as she lavishes attention on my breasts, each touch and kiss stoking the flames of desire within me.

Taylor's kisses trail down my stomach, each touch sending a shiver of anticipation through me as she stops right at the edge of my silky pajama shorts. The air is heavy with desire, the tension between us palpable as we teeter on the brink of a newfound intimacy.

“You want this, baby?” Taylor looks up at me, her gaze filled with a playful yet seductive glint, teasingly playing with the band of my silk pajama shorts.

I nod eagerly, my breath coming in short gasps as I meet Taylor's gaze with a mix of desire and longing. The question hangs in the air between us, charged with unspoken anticipation and need. With a silent plea in my eyes, I offer myself to her, my body aching for her touch as she plays with the band of my pajama shorts, each moment drawing us closer to the edge of forbidden pleasure.

I feel a rush of heat as Taylor slowly slides off my pajama shorts, revealing my light pink underwear. “So pretty,” she whispers, her voice filled with admiration and desire as she gazes at me.

I gasp as Taylor slowly pulls off my light pink panties, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me. With a gentle yet firm grip, she pulls my thighs further apart, increasing the intensity of our intimate moment. The air crackles with anticipation as we both succumb to the raw desire between us.

Taylor kisses sloppily down my stomach, each touch sending a wave of pleasure through me. The sensation of her lips on my skin ignites a fire within me, heightening the intimacy of the moment as we both surrender to the raw passion between us.

I moan out in a mix of pleasure and desire, unable to contain the raw intensity of the moment. “I need you” I breathe out, my voice laced with need and longing as the passion between us reaches a fever pitch.

Taylor’s kisses went down to my abdomen and closer to my heat I gasp in shock and pleasure as her tongue swirls around my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. The exquisite sensation of her touch leaves me trembling with desire, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of the moment.

My hand grip onto the counter, crying out Taylor's name as she inserts a finger, the sensation sending me over the edge as pleasure washes over me in waves. Lost in the throes of ecstasy, I surrender to the intense intimacy between us, the connection deepening with each electrifying touch.

I let out a breathless moan as Taylor teases, her words sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Yeah, feels good baby?” she teases, adding another finger and intensifying the sensation, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. The raw desire between us fuels the intensity of the moment, drawing us deeper into the throes of passion.

“You like that ?” Taylor's voice is husky with desire, her words a seductive whisper that sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine. “I want to make you feel so good,” she murmurs, her fingers working their magic as she drives me to the brink of ecstasy.

Her fingers slipped in and out of me so fast I was scared she was gonna break her fingers.

Taylor locks eyes with me, a look of intense desire and passion reflected in her gaze. “Let go, baby,” she whispers, her voice laced with need. “I want to feel you come apart in my arms.” Her fingers continue their relentless rhythm, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.

The familiar knot in my stomach tightens, a wave of pleasure building within me as I curl my toes, the sensations overwhelming my senses. Every touch, every movement from Taylor sends me spiraling closer to the edge, my body teetering on the brink of release. The tension in the room is palpable, the air heavy with desire as I surrender to the impending waves of ecstasy.

“I can feel you getting closer, baby,” Taylor's voice is a low, sultry whisper, her gaze locked with mine as she drives me towards the peak of pleasure. “Just let go and come for me,” she urges, her fingers working their magic to push me over the edge into a blissful release.

With a gasp of pleasure, I cry out, “oh fuck yes,” the words escaping in a breathless whisper as the intense waves of ecstasy crash over me, leaving me trembling in the aftermath of my release. Taylor's touch lingers, prolonging the pleasure as I ride the waves of my climax, lost in the raw intensity of our shared desire.

Taylor leans in and gives me a gentle peck on the lips, her touch soft and tender, a silent reassurance of the intimacy we shared. The gesture speaks volumes, conveying a sense of closeness and affection that lingers in the air between us. The moment is filled with a quiet understanding and a bond that transcends words, deepening the connection between Taylor and me.

“You are amazing,” Taylor says, her voice filled with a mix of tenderness and desire.

I smile, my heart still pounding with the intensity of our encounter. “You always know how to drive me wild,” I reply, my voice filled with gratitude and affection.

Taylor's gaze meets mine, a spark of connection passing between us. “I just want to make you feel good,” she whispers, her eyes full of warmth and sincerity.

My hand reached out, intertwining our fingers. “You always do,” I say softly, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.

I hum along to the song playing in the background, the upbeat rhythm filling the bathroom as I apply the finishing touch of lip gloss. Taylor stands beside me, swaying her hips slightly to the beat as she applies mascara, a grin playing on her lips.

"So remind me again, what is this club we're going to?" I raise my eyebrows at Taylor, curious about our destination.

She shrugs, her grin widening. "All I know is that it's in Kansas City and has good drinks."

I chuckle and shake my head. "As long as I come out alive," I tease, the anticipation of the night ahead filling me with excitement.

We decide to take some pictures together in the hotel room, striking poses and capturing moments of laughter and camaraderie. Taylor and I playfully pose for the camera, our smiles genuine and our bond evident in each shot. We choose the best photos to post on our Instagram, sharing the memories of our night out in Kansas City with our friends.

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As we step into the party, the energy is palpable, the room buzzing with excitement and chatter. The space is packed with celebrities, their presence adding an air of glamour and sophistication to the event. Taylor and I exchange glances, a mix of awe and thrill reflected in our eyes as we take in the scene before us.

I take a deep breath, feeling a surge of anticipation as I clutch onto Taylor's hand, drawing comfort and strength from her presence. Together, we step inside the party, the sounds of laughter and music enveloping us as we navigate through the crowd of celebrities. With Taylor by my side, I feel a sense of confidence and excitement, ready to immerse myself in the night's festivities.

Taylor drags me over to the bar and orders our drinks, the vibrant atmosphere of the party surrounds us. The pulsating music and lively conversations create an electric energy that fills the air.

“Hey, Taylor, I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick!” I shout over the loud music, the excitement of the night fueling my movements as I weave through the crowd towards the restroom. As I make my way through the bustling party, I catch glimpses of familiar faces and the glimmer of flashing cameras, adding to the allure of the glamorous event.

I step into the bathroom, the sounds of the party muffled by the closed door, I take a moment to touch up my makeup. I carefully apply my lip liner, ensuring my lips look just right, before adding a touch of lip gloss for a hint of shine. I glance at myself in the mirror, adjusting my hair and smoothing out my dress, taking a deep breath to steady myself before heading back out into the vibrant chaos of the party.

My mind couldn’t help but wander to what me and taylor was, cause one second we’re fucking each other but after that we act like lovers. But out in public we were only best friends, every time we went out to parties it always ended up with Taylor kissing her hundred boys in bars and brings them home. She always said that it was just the way she was, another stupid excuse.

It’s not fair, I’m the one who should be kissing her. I should be the one who’s on the news with her.

I sighed getting out of the bathroom walking over to were taylor sat. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes at the man sitting beside her, the one and only Travis kelce.

The way his hand rested on her knee made me wanna throw up. Of course the famous American-footballer decided to hit on her especially after all these news about him attending one of her shows with a bracelet with his number on. The thought of it made me wanna stab myself in my eyes.

Taylor locked eyes with me in the crowd waving me over with a smile plastered on her face. I pinched myself making my way over to them with a fake smile.

“Y/N! There you are,” Taylor exclaims. “This is Travis! Travis, this is Y/N, my dearest friend,” she introduces us with a warm smile.

I take a deep breath and compose myself, extending my hand to shake Travis's.

“Hi Travis, lovely to meet you,” I say with a bright smile, my tone warm and friendly despite the underlying tension I feel. Deep down, a pang of jealousy flickers within me as I notice Travis's hand resting on Taylor's knee, but I push the feeling aside, focusing on maintaining a pleasant demeanor in this social setting.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N,” Travis replies with a slight nod, his gaze meeting mine with a polite smile. Despite the subtle tension in the air, his response is cordial and respectful, easing the atmosphere slightly as we exchange pleasantries in the midst of the bustling party.

“Travis in fact actually came to one of my shows here, i can’t believe i never got the bracelet!” Taylor chimes in happily, I try my hardest not to roll my eyes.

“Oh yeah! I think I heard something about it!” I reply but I heard it everywhere I went. The crush Travis had on taylor was talked about over the whole internet, it made me wanna shoot myself over and over again.

”You and Y/N has been friends for a while now right?” Travis asks out of curiosity looking at us sipping from his drink.

“Oh um, we met during the music awards in 2018 i think” I reply with a nostalgic smile, the memories of the American Music Awards 2018 flooding back vividly. Taylor in her stunning mirror ball dress and matching heels, radiating confidence and grace, while I stood beside her in my light pink dress, feeling like a part of something magical.

Travis clears his throat, his gaze fixed on Taylor as he speaks. “So i thought that I’ll come next show to and maybe this time I can get backstage.“ he says, a hint of flirtation in his voice as he winks at Taylor, causing a faint blush to color her cheeks. I bite down on my tongue, stopping myself from saying something stupid.

With a forced smile on my face, I rise from my seat, a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. “Well, I'll leave you two,” I say, my tone polite but tinged with a hint of underlying tension.

As I push past the crowded bodies with a drink in hand, the room swirling with music and laughter, I accidentally bump into someone, the cold liquid from my drink splashing onto my body.

“Watch where you're fucking going,” I snap, annoyed at the sudden collision, before looking up to see the one and only Austin Butler. “Oh, I'm so sorry, here, um, let me help you,” he immediately apologizes, his tone sincere and apologetic.

“No, no, I'm sorry for being rude,” I quickly respond, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me at my initial outburst. I appreciate his understanding and kindness in the situation, grateful for his quick response to diffuse the tension between us.

He chuckles and asks, “Rough day?” I offer a soft smile and nod in response, a hint of weariness in my eyes. “If only you knew,” I reply.

"Well, I gotta go to the restroom to clean this off," I say, looking down at my half-soaked dress, feeling a mix of frustration and discomfort.

“Want me to come with you?” Austin asks, his offer of assistance genuine and kind. I pause for a moment, considering his offer before nodding in gratitude. “Yes, that would be great, thank you,” I reply, appreciating his thoughtfulness in the midst of the chaotic party scene.

As I lock the door behind us, the sounds of the party muffled by the closed door, Austin approaches me with tissues in hand. “Here, let me help you,” he offers, his voice calm and reassuring. I feel a sense of gratitude for his kindness and assistance, allowing myself to relax for a moment in his presence as he helps me clean up the spilled drink from my dress.

“Can't wait for your upcoming album, your latest one was amazing. My favorite is probably 'Casual',” Austin says, his eyes lighting up with genuine enthusiasm as he starts to hum the lyrics to the song, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His appreciation for my music brings a sense of joy and validation, and I can't help but laugh quietly at his lighthearted gesture, grateful for the unexpected moment of connection over our shared love of music.

“Are you planning to start touring again?” Austin asks, his expression curious and interested as he inquires about my future plans in the music industry. His question sparks a flicker of anticipation within me, reminding me of the excitement and energy that comes with performing live for my fans.

“Yeah, I'm planning to announce it sometime after the whole album has been released. There's just this one song left that I need to finish,” I explain, a sense of anticipation and determination evident in my voice.

“Well, what about you? Do you have any upcoming movies? 'Dune' was amazing,” I say, shifting the conversation towards Austin and his impressive work in the film industry.

Austin shrugs nonchalantly, a playful glint in his eyes. “Can't tell you my secrets, can I?” he teases, winking mischievously as he hints at upcoming projects that he's keeping under wraps.

I playfully roll my eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I tilt my head, savoring the comfortable silence that settles between us.

“Did you come here alone tonight?” Austin asked, his tone casual yet curious as he sought to learn more about my presence at the event.

I shake my head, a hint of disappointment flickering in my eyes. “No, I came with Taylor, like in Taylor Swift, but she's been occupied with this Travis guy,” I explain, a touch of wistfulness coloring my tone.

“You guys seem pretty close, right?” Austin inquired, his tone gentle and observant as he picked up on the dynamics between Taylor and me. But oh boy if he only knew, I thought to myself.

“Yeah, we really are,” I respond with a fond smile, reflecting on the strong connection and camaraderie that Taylor and I share.

Austin's voice is tinged with a hint of curiosity as he asks, “Are you planning on heading home alone?” His question hangs in the air, but not in a creepy way.

I grin and reply, “Well, I don't know. Taylor's probably taken off with that Travis guy, and my hotel is just a fifteen-minute drive away.” The uncertainty of the night's plans adds a sense of spontaneity and adventure to the situation, leaving room for unexpected twists and turns as the evening unfolds.

“Well, my hotel is just five minutes away, and I could honestly use some company,” Austin says, his tone warm and inviting.

Well the next morning I found myself waking up in Austin's bed, dressed only in a pair of panties. The faint morning light filtering through the curtains painted a soft glow over the room, casting a dream-like quality over the scene as I processed the implications of our intimate encounter.

As the weeks passed by, Austin and I maintained a close friendship, the memory of that unexpected night adding a layer of complexity and unspoken understanding to our dynamic.

I was currently sitting in the sofa with Taylor watching some tv show on a random channel.

I shift on the sofa, feeling Taylor's curious gaze on me as we watch a random movie together. Suddenly, she turns to me, her eyes filled with playful curiosity. “So, how's it going with Austin? He's the one you left with at the party, right?” Taylor's question hangs in the air, laced with a hint of mischief and genuine interest in my connection with Austin after that memorable night.

I shrug in response to Taylor's question, a casual smile playing on my lips. “Just friends,” I reply, keeping my tone light and nonchalant.

“What about you and Travis?” I counter, turning the question back to her with a teasing glint in my eyes.

Taylor blushed slightly “I really like him, he’s the sweetest.”

I offer Taylor a supportive smile, masking the pang of jealousy that tugs at my heart. "I'm glad to hear that. Travis does seem like a great guy," I reply, my words genuine despite the internal turmoil. Keeping up the facade of happiness for my friend's sake, I push aside my own feelings to focus on being there for Taylor in that moment.

As Taylor continues to gush about Travis, I listen attentively, nodding along and offering encouraging words as she shares her feelings knowing deep inside that I just wanted to stab myself over and over again.

As months passed by and my album was released, with a tour on the horizon, Taylor and Travis grew closer each day. Despite their budding relationship, the undeniable chemistry between Taylor and me continued to simmer beneath the surface, leading to moments of passion and intimacy shared in secret. The tangled web of emotions and desires added a layer of complexity to our friendship, creating a delicate balance between loyalty, love, and hidden desires.

Taylor and I stood in the bathroom of the vmas, touching up our makeup, the buzz of excitement and anticipation filled the air. The soft glow of the vanity lights illuminated our faces as we exchanged small talk, the hum of chatter and music from the event drifting in from outside. The camaraderie between us was palpable, a silent understanding woven into the shared moments of preparation before the glitz and glamour of the evening.

I take a deep breath, gathering my courage before turning to Taylor, the weight of my words heavy in the air between us. “Taylor, I think I'm gonna call it off. It feels... stupid, hiding what we have when you have Travis,” I confess, the honesty in my voice tinged with a mix of relief and apprehension. The realization of the need for honesty and authenticity in our relationships hangs between us, setting the stage for a moment of truth and vulnerability.

Taylor's voice carries a mix of confusion and concern as she looks at me, searching for answers in my eyes. “C'mon, Y/N, what's going on?” she prompts, her words pushing me to open up and share the thoughts and emotions that have been weighing on my mind.

I meet Taylor's gaze, my expression earnest and vulnerable as I lay bare my innermost thoughts. “I just want to love someone who can be seen with me and doesn't give a shit about their reputation,” I confess, the words carrying a mix of longing and determination.

Before either of us could respond, a voice calling our names interrupts our conversation, signaling the imminent start of the award show. We exchange a quick glance, a silent understanding passing between us as we set aside our personal revelations for the time being, focusing on the event at hand. With a shared nod, we gather our composure and make our way back to the main hall, ready to face the glitz and glamour of the evening ahead.

As the award show unfolded and the night came to a close, Taylor and I parted ways, our paths diverging in the whirlwind of the entertainment industry. The bittersweet realization that our time together had come to an end lingered in my heart, a mix of nostalgia and acceptance coloring my thoughts as I reflected on the moments we shared. Despite the uncertainty of the future, the memories of our friendship and the bond we once had remained etched in my mind, it was time to let go.

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slutoru1207 · 2 months ago

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Invincible!Mark x reader x Variants!Mark part 7

Warnings: AFAB Reader, Heavy Pregnancy, Psychological Distress, Possessive Behavior, Multiversal Variants, Angst, Horror Elements, Slight Yandere Themes, Escalating Tension, Action, Desperate Escape Attempt, Early Labor

A cold wind howled through the ruined cityscape where the Variants had gathered, each one wearing a different expression—rage, grief, obsession. The battle had not yet begun, but tensions ran high, each of them standing in quiet contemplation, reflecting on the one thing they had all lost: her.

Sinister Mark was the first to speak, his voice low, almost amused. “Funny, isn’t it? Some of us had her right in our hands… and still, she slipped away.”

A more battle-worn Variant, scars littering his arms, glared at him. “You think this is funny?” His voice cracked with something raw, something broken. “I held our child. I held her hand while she screamed in pain, while she bled out. I couldn’t save her.” His fists clenched. “None of us could.”

A younger Variant, his face barely weathered by battle, looked away, jaw tight. “She never even got that far in my world. She was gone before we could have anything.” His voice faltered. “I wanted a family with her. We talked about it. We planned. But then… nothing. Just blood. Just—” He stopped himself, eyes narrowing. “I won’t let that happen again.”

One of the darker Variants, one who had given himself entirely to Viltrum, scoffed. “You’re all so sentimental. This isn’t about love. It’s about claiming what’s mine.” His gaze flickered toward the distant horizon, toward where the real Mark held you close, fighting to keep you away from them. “The moment she carries my child, she belongs to me. It’s that simple.”

Another scoffed, this one from a Mark who looked like he had long since abandoned the idea of softness. “And what? You think a baby makes her yours? That’s not how this works.” He exhaled sharply, eyes distant. “I lost her too. She died before I could even tell her how much she meant to me. And now? Now I just want her back.”

Sinister Mark tilted his head, an eerie smile stretching across his lips. “It’s fascinating, isn’t it? The way she binds us together. The way she makes us feel like we’re human when we should be above such things.” His gaze darkened. “But in the end, it doesn’t matter what we feel. It matters what we take.”

The scarred Variant stepped forward, voice like thunder. “We aren’t here to debate. We’re here to get her back.” His eyes burned with fury. “I won’t watch her die again. I won’t lose another child.”

A heavy silence settled over them.

Then, the first steps toward war were taken.

They moved as one, their purpose unified, their desires fractured but converging on a single goal.

You.

And inside the facility, your contractions came closer together, the storm approaching faster than anyone had anticipated.

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sureallavnder · 1 year ago

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18+ mdni

Theodore - Theodore Nott

mine part 2 - SMUT ALL THE SMUT

song partially inspired - daddy issued by the nieghbourhood

warnings - oral (f recieving), hand on neck, theo holding your wrists, dom!theo, a little aftercare, slaps on ass/thigh

You were his baby girl and he wouldn't let you forget it, so frail. He loved the control he had over you.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Dragging you into his dorm room with a force only Theo could possess. He locked the door behind you while spinning you round to hold you against his hips.

Trailing his hands with prominent viens between your perky breasts and down your stomach he gripped at your body randomly as a little reminder.

You were aching for his touch, honestly thinking you've never been this desperate in your life. He knew this and made it very clear he wasn't going to be quick.

Theo loved teasing, he especially loved when you used his full name. 'Theodore' was what he always wanted to be called while he was fucking your brains out or 'treating you' as he called it.

''Now i think its very imortant that i remind you who the fuck you belong to, isn't that right little girl'' he smirked ferociously.

Theo knew exacatly what turned you on, he knew you better than anyone else. Inside and out (literally).

The love of your life suddenly threw you onto his dorm bed. You gripped at the sheets with anticipation, not knowing what he was going to do next.

But you should've guessed...

Theo rushly pulled you to the edge of the bed, putting your legs over his muscular shoulders. Ripping your panties apart with all the determination in the world. He ploughed his face into your dripping pussy, licking and sucking messily. The one way Theo loved to make you cum was eating you out, your juices covering his tongue. Maybe he'd add some fingering if he was feeling generous (which wasn't very often).

''Theo... please'' you begged him to make you cum.

Stopping, with a harsh slap to your upper thigh. ''Excuse you. What do you call me?'' He wasn't going to keep going until you understood he wasn't playing this time.

''Theodore'' you whimpered.

Putting his face back on your cunt ''Better'' he mastered.

Theo let go of your pussy which was in desprate need of his touch. Turning you over and pulling you onto your knees, face down, he pulled your hands behind your back as he knows you move too much.

With his other hand he undid his belt and slowly pulled it out of the loops on his black jeans. Placing it beside you where you could see it 'just in case'.

''Theodore stop teasing'' you had never been this in need of him and his teasing wasn't helping.

''Not a chance baby'' he laughed at your desperation.

Moving onto his jeans which fit perfectly round his body, he embarrassingly struggled to undo the button and zip with just one hand. But he wasn't going to let you know that.

Eventually he manged, pulling his jeans down to his knees. He grabbed his thick shaft and teased your opening with just the tip.

''THEO'' you screamed at him.

A fast and hard slap reaches your ass. ''Do i have to remind you every fucking time?''

''No sorry... Theodore i need you.'' you didn't know how to get him to fuck you faster.

He leant forward and snuck a hand round your neck nibbling your ear lobe.

''Beg me'' he whispered in your ear, slightly moaning.

You started begging in every way you knew how, moaning and squirming (which he put a stop to quickly). He let you beg for a couple minutes before slowly pushing deep inside.

He started pounding slow and steading but speeding up quickly.

His pounding lasting, still grabbing your neck.

With a couple slaps and grabs to your ass with his free hand, it didn't take you long to reach your climax...

Theo could tell you were close and, wanting to cum with you, he decided he would let you cum today.

''Cum with me'' Theo was demading more than anything.

With some moans and a bit more fucking, you came together, moans intertwined. Theo moaning, and spilling out some 'fucks' and 'shits', directly in your ear as he hadn't left your side. Hand still on your neck.

He released his hand from your neck, pushing himself up, and slowly pulled out as you were super sensitive. You collapsed on the bed and Theo snuggled up to your side hand around your chest cupping your face stroking gently.

''You did so good baby'' he smiles as he says this.

You cuddled like this for the rest of the evening before fianlly getting up to change into pyjamas. You stayed in Theo's dorm that night cuddling while he said sweet nothing to you as you fell asleep.

#harry potter fandom #harry potter #slytherin #theodore nott #slytherin boys #theodore nott x you #theodore nott smut #theodore nott x reader

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sunjaywoning · 1 year ago

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JUNGWON’S WAIST IS DRIVING ME INSANE PLEAS EPLEASE PLEASE CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHJNG ABOUT IT IM GONNA COLLAPSE HOLY SHIT

IM GONNA DIE

i saw it too i almost s/creamed 😻

See-through Shirt

・:〃 ➜ pairing: jungwon x reader

➜ includes: blowjob, quickie, heeseung cameo

You were on set with him and saw the stylists giving it to him for the shoot. At first you thought it was a normal black shirt, but after he came out of the fitting room, it was something else completely. It was completely translucent. You could see his entire chest, his stomach and his physique under the shirt.

You were shocked to say the least, the stylists never tried this ‘revealing’ style on Jungwon before, and it was definitely a first for him too. The other members who saw also made comments like, “Woahh Jungwonie’s all grown up~”

After the shoot, you two were in an unoccupied room together organising some things. Out of nowhere, he decided to show some affection by giving you a back hug. You could feel his body pressing up against you, it felt like he wasn’t wearing a shirt at all. You spun around and gave him a kiss on his lips, placing your hands on his chest. The shirt was so thin, you could feel his nipples through it. After breaking the kiss, you gave him another kiss, but with more intensity so he started making out with you as a response.

As you pushed your bodies up against one another in the kiss, something hardened in Jungwon’s pants that you couldn’t ignore. He looked around, then back at you, “Do you wanna do it here? The others are busy eating their dinner..” You quickly nodded, pushing his body forwards, making him walk backwards slowly and ending up with his back on the all.

You bent down to unzip and take off his pants, making them drop to his ankles. Pulling his underwear down, his dick sprung up, slapping his abdomen which was covered by the transparent shirt. “You look so hot in this shirt, I can see everything underneath…” His tip was red and leaking with precum, waiting to be touched. Without talking any further, you started pleasuring him by licking the tip as a tease, while looking up at him. You could see that he looked at you in anticipation, wanting you to take it further, “Hurry up.. I can’t wait any longer.”

You attached your lips onto Jungwon’s dick and swirled your tongue around it. He held onto you and groaned as you used both your hands and mouth to pleasure him. Skillfully, you sucked his tip while rubbing the shaft, which made him moan even louder. It was obvious he wasn’t going to last long, judging by the way he shut his eyes and threw his head back. “Fuckk.. Love the way you suck it…” he mumbled, trying to his volume down as much as possible.

It wasn’t too long until Jungwon’s legs started to twitch, a sign that he was close to cumming. You saw this and immediately started rubbing harder and faster, making him moan loudly, louder than he usually did. You told him, “You need to keep quiet honey, the others are going to hear..” before putting your whole mouth onto his dick and deepthroating him. He tried to keep it down by covering his mouth with his hand. The room was filled with slurping and choking sounds as well as Jungwon’s sweet muffled moans. “Ah.. I’m going to cum!” Jungwon let out a loud whine as he released his load into your mouth. It came in multiple spurts, coating the walls of your mouth with his cum. You swallowed it, then stood up to give Jungwon one more kiss on the lips, making him moan into the kiss.

A few knocks on the door interrupted you and Jungwon, making both of your heads turn to the door. “Jungwon-ah, are you done? We need to film the ending scene..” It was Heeseung. Fortunately, the door was locked, so he couldn’t come in. This made the two of you scramble to clean up and organise yourselves, “I’m coming Hyung!” Jungwon replied back. You wondered if Heeseung had heard anything from the room.

Jungwon’s face was red as he left the room, making Heeseung question him as they walked towards the set, “What took you so long?” “Oh, N-Nothing, I was just carried away spending time with my girlfriend..” Heeseung chuckled, patting Jungwon on the back.

“Those rooms aren’t soundproof you know…”

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #jungwon hard hours #jungwon hard thoughts #jungwon smut

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sadhours · 1 year ago

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You’re so talented and amazing that smut has me SWEATING!!!!

Plsssss part two with Steve taking readers virginity I beg

stop I love you!

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, inexperienced reader, oral (f and m receiving), virginity loss, p in v, unprotected (sorry I can’t write any other way)

part one

requests are open!!

shockingly, when you went to Steve’s house that night, you two didn’t sleep together. Which was his idea. He said he felt like maybe you two oughta get to know each other better before you went that far. You were visibly upset by that but Steve insisted it would be better that way.

So that’s how you find yourself a couple weeks later, holding hands with him as you walk through the mall. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear you were dating but Steve didn’t ask you to be his girlfriend. But you two have been spending almost every day together, after work and on your days off. Like today, the pair of you have the day off but you wind up at the mall anyway. He called you this morning and asked if you wanted to hang out. To which you told Steve you needed to get a new pair of shoes for work, since yours were falling apart and he offered to tag along. He even picked you up.

You make eye contact with your coworkers as the pair of you stroll passed the food court. They make crude hand gestures and so you squeeze Steve’s hand and walk faster. He’s none the wiser, eyes scanning around the crowded mall. You catch yourself staring at him. You’ve had this like, really intense feeling in your chest ever since you and Steve started hanging out. It’s tight, almost like your lungs don’t have enough air. And he’s literally all you think about, all you can talk about. Steve, Steve, Steve. On a loop, to a nauseating extent. Not nauseating to you, but most likely to your family and friends. But really, he’s so dreamy.

“Where do you usually get your work shoes?” Steve asks, grazing his thumb against the back of your hand.

“Sears,” you answer honestly. Steve’s parents are in a vastly different tax bracket than your own so you get a little self conscious about these kinds of things. You were incredibly impressed with his house. And it took a good convincing from him to let him come over to yours. Especially because while Steve’s parents weren’t home when you went over there, yours were at yours always. And they were embarrassing, even though you were an adult now, they hovered. And you couldn’t close your door when he came over. Your mom about talked his ears off, too but Steve was charming and when he left, your mom told you he was sweet and she liked him.

“Cool,” he nods, “What do you wanna do after this?”

You shrug, walking into the entrance of Sears, “I don’t know.”

“We can use my pool,” he offers, “It’s really nice out, today.”

You blush, the thought of being in your swimsuit in front of Steve is kind of a lot. Even though you two have messed around, you’ve been almost completely dressed each time. Really, you’ve just been doing the same thing— dry humping but Steve always pulls your tits out. He actually stares at them sometimes, gets this look on his face that makes you feel like a million bucks. His eyes get all glassy and he looks dazed as he watches them bounce with your movements. It makes you feel sexy and you’ve never felt that way in your life. But being so exposed in broad daylight is rather intimidating.

“Yeah, maybe,” you reply shyly, cheeks ruddy at the thought of him seeing your body. “We’d have to go get my swimsuit, though.”

“We’re at a mall,” Steve chuckles, “You can just buy one.”

Well, you didn’t anticipate spending too much today. But again, you’re embarrassed so you won’t say that. You just shrug, “If I can find one.”

“I can help,” he grins, eyebrows raising as he nudges his side against you. Which just makes your face ten times more flushed. “Oh, look!” Steve points to the section of the store lined with swimsuits, “Perfect.”

The pair of you head that way. Steve motions at a red bikini, which is not something you’d usually wear. You’re a one piece kind of girl. But now that you’re thinking about it, the swim suit you have at home isn’t exactly sexy. And really, you want Steve to look at you with that dreamy look in his eyes again.

“That one’s nice,” he says, “And my trunks are red, so we’ll match.”

You pick up the top, looking it over when you realize you have no idea how to tell your size. You’re gonna have to try it on. “I need to try it on,” you tell Steve and grab a few sizes before making your way to the dressing rooms, Steve right behind you.

Much to Steve’s dismay, you don’t show him the bikini but you get the right size and get your pair of shoes. Steve buys you a smoothie on the way out. But what he does on the ride to his house is really what gets you. As he’s driving, he reaches his hand over and rests it on your thigh. His palm against your bare thigh makes them all tingly and you feel like the car is suddenly really hot, so you roll down the window. Looking out because you’re too shy to look at him. Steve squeezes your thigh and you clear your throat, shifting in your seat.

“You alright?” he asks, turning to you briefly.

“I’m fine,” you choke out as you look at him.

“Is this okay?” he squeezes your thigh again.

You swallow the lump rising in your throat and nod your head yes, “Yeah, it feels nice.”

“Good,” he smiles, his eyes crinkling with it and he’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen.

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You’re really nervous, fixing your hair as you look in the mirror. You wished Steve gave you a towel to cover up with before you changed because now you have to make an entrance… in this bikini that feels like it barely covers anything. You swear one wrong move and your boobs gonna fly right out. But you think, Steve won’t mind that.

His face confirms it when you finally walk out onto the back patio, seeing Steve laying towels out on the pool loungers. He drops the towel in his hand and his lips part, holding his hand above his brows to shield the sun as he gawks at you. And thankfully, his reaction gives you a breath of confidence and you strut over to him, “Not too bad, huh?”

“Fucking unbelievable,” he breathes through a satisfied smile, “You look amazing.” His hand comes to rest on the back of your waist, dipping his face down to kiss your cheek.

“Steve!” you flush, bringing your hands up to your face. He grabs your wrists and kisses all over face, repeating that you look great over and over. You erupt in giggles, grabbing his hands and pull back.

“What? Too much?” he asks, looking down at you with those gorgeous puppy dog eyes.

“I think… you need to cool off,” you say slyly before shoving him into the pool, jumping in right after him. Steve’s laughing when he comes up from the water, swimming over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Good one,” he muses, looking fond, “Very clever.”

“I’m glad you thought so,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kisses you then, and immediately you melt. Kissing Steve is like otherworldly. It’s like everything around you disappears and it’s just you two. His lips are soft yet firm, kissing you determinedly. His hands are big, cascading up and down your sides.

But then he pulls away and smiles, “Wanna race? I bet I can swim from this end to the other faster than you.”

“You’re on,” you bet and start swimming to the edge of the pool.

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After you two get out of the pool, your body is all tingly and needy. You dry off and can’t keep your eyes off of Steve’s body as he dries off. Eyes scanning over the constellations of moles scattering over his chest, arms and back. He catches you, biting is lip as he’s drying his hair.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I think… I want…” you take a deep breath as your face flushes.

“What is it? You okay?” he asks, tilting his head as he gets a look of concern in his eyes.

“I think I’m ready,” you tell him, “ya know.. to do it.”

“Really?” he drops his towel, looking surprised.

“Uh huh,” you nod as you smile, so sure of yourself.

He grabs your hand and practically pulls you up to his bedroom. You fall back on his mattress and he’s crawling up between your legs, palm meeting your cheek gently as he crashes his lips into yours. It’s different than kisses before. Steve seems more urgent, more needy. His hands feel you everywhere, squeezing and pulling wherever he can. It’s intoxicating and makes your stomach twist, full of desire. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer and you can feel his cock strained behind his swim trunks rubbing against your core. It’s familiar, but a bit more charged. There’s more coming and it has your back arching. Steve breaks the kiss, “You’re sure?”

“Yes,” you nod, writhing against him, “I’m sure.”

“Cool,” he breathes, moving his fingers to untie your bikini top and he pulls it off. His lips find your jaw, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses wherever they can. Down your neck and over the curve of your breasts, then you feel his tongue against your perked nipple and you whine, knitting your fingers in his damp hair.

He flicks his tongue against it, looking up at your face as he broadly licks it before sucking it between his lips. You gasp, tilting your head back as you try to grind against him harder. You’re desperate for more friction there. Steve moans against your supple skin, and then his lips work lower. Down your stomach. And you no longer have his erection to grind against but his fingers dip into the waistband of your bottoms. Your breath catches in your throat, looking down at him in anticipation. He looks so pretty, the sunlight shining through the half closed curtains in his bedroom and casting beautifully on his strong eyebrows and sharp nose.

Steve peels your bottoms down your thighs and you move your legs to help him, hands moving to cover your chest. Otherwise, completely exposed to him. Steve kisses your hipbone, spreading your legs with his hands and then moves his mouth between them. Starts with kissing your thighs, but when he actually gets his mouth on your pussy, you cry out. It’s pleasure in a way you’ve never felt and it’s white hot, feel it everywhere. He licks through your folds, humming softly as he does so. It’s so warm and wet and lovely. Uses his plump lips when he does it, grazing against your folds. And he puts his mouth completely on you, sucks on your folds and his thumb lowers down to your hole, rubbing teasing circles around it and you gasp out. Eyes closing involuntarily as you tilt your head back, focused solely on how incredible this feels.

It’s almost pathetic how quickly he makes you cum, your cry breaks off as it leaves your lips and your thighs squeeze his head while you ride it out. Steve watches you with a look of shock on his face, flattery, really. Impressed with himself at quick he made that happen. Smoothes his palms along the soft skin of your legs as he forces them open, coming up for air. His cheeks are flushed, a pretty pink blooming over them and the tip of his nose.

“Christ,” he exhales, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs as he beams up at you. “You okay, princess?”

Your chest heaves while you come down, eyes blinking open as you let out a sigh. The pet name makes your chest tighten, you want Steve to say it again, over and over. “So okay,” you gasp out as you sit up and look down at him.

He smiles cheekily, nudging his nose against your shaking thighs as he blinks up at you, “You’re sensitive, huh?”

“Nobody’s ever done that to me,” you admit, tucking your hair behind your ear as you flush.

He chuckles softly, keeps nuzzling against your thigh as he smoothes his palms down your calves. “You sure you wanna keep going?”

You nod enthusiastically at him, “W-wanna make you feel good.”

Steve pushes you on your back, gets himself on top of you and places a chaste kiss against your lips, mumbles against them, “That made me feel really good.”

Your hands find his hair, carding in the locks as you kiss his words and roll your hips up to meet him, “I wanna keep going. Maybe I can try.. returning the favor.”

The boy grunts softly into your mouth, the corners of his lips hitching up, “You ever done that before?”

“No,” you pout, feeling a little self conscious but more than that, eager. “I’m a really fast learner, though.”

“I’m.. I,” Steve laughs, breath hot against your mouth, “Might need a break after, but… hell, we’ve got all night.”

“A break?” you ask curiously and Steve nods against you, foreheads bumping together. He cups your cheek, kisses you tenderly.

“Mhm, can’t go again as quick,” he mumbles into your lips, grounds his hips down and you can feel him through his swim trunks. Hard and firm against your sensitive cunt.

You pull him back slightly, looking up at him tenderly as you say, “I really wanna try.”

He laughs again, breathless and it’s not mean, it makes your heart warm. The sound of him. Pretty and sweet. Makes you that much eager to please; to impress.

Steve rolls onto his back, inches up against his pillows and looks at you, eyes dark despite the fond smile spreading on his face. You sit beside him and your fingers find the elastic of his shorts, inching inside and looking up at him for guidance. He nods, short and soft. You pull down his damp trunks and his cock bounces out, long and thick against his abdomen. He helps rid of the shorts completely, kicking them off his ankles and then he rakes his fingers through your hair. Tilts his head as he looks down at you and says, “Just do what feels natural, princess.”

Your cheeks heat at the name, blooming down your neck and chest. Curious fingers graze down his length, Steve breathes out a pretty sound— almost a whine, kind of a sigh. Then you wrap your fingers around him, biting your lip at the warmth and weight. He inhales sharply, nodding at you as you lean forward and press your lips to the tip. Experimentally, you lick against the head of his cock and then drag your tongue across the edge of it. Steve groans, keeps stroking your cheek and forehead as he watches you with pupils blown wide.

“That’s it, baby,” he breathes out, “doing so good already.”

You’ve still got your fingers circled around his shaft, holding his cock up as you lick the tip like an ice cream cone. But you know you’re supposed to suck, that’s what you’ve been told at least. So you wrap your lips around the head and do just that. It punches a pretty sound from Steve’s throat, distinctly a whine. So you do it again and again and Steve keeps making that sound over and over before he says, “Move your hand, princess. Slow, up and down.”

Head feeling all dizzy, you listen and slowly stroke his cock up and down. But it’s kinda awkward— dry. You think it would work smoother if your palm was wet so you pull away and lick your hand before returning it to Steve’s cock, and you were right, the movement is so much easier like this and Steve moans, eyes blinking rapidly as he watches you.

“Such a fast learner, good girl,” he pants out and you’re smiling, cheeks swelling before you take his tip back between your lips.

You like this— a lot. Grinding down against the mattress for some friction, thighs all hot and slick with arousal. It’s the way he reacts, the sounds he makes and the way his face contorts in pleasure. Steve was pretty before but he looks even prettier like this. He bites at his lower lip, makes it even pinker and plumper. You sink a little more of him into your mouth, careful with your teeth as you swirl your tongue around his swollen tip and then suck. Your jaw aches slightly but it’s so worth it. Steve’s fingers slide into the roots of your hair, gripping softly as he moans out little encouragements.

“So pretty, so pretty like this.”

And it’s kind of silly because you think he looks so pretty like this. You squeeze his shaft a little tighter as you stroke him, out of pure excitement and Steve groans, guttural and low as he swears, “Fuuuuck.”

You suck harder on his tip and continue moving your fingers up and down his length, curving your palm on each upstroke because Steve’s eyes roll back slightly and you want more of that.

“Just like that— holy—- fuckfuckfuck,” Steve pants and moans, “I’m gonna cum.”

Out of pure curiosity, you don’t pull off. Because also, when you came, Steve didn’t pull away. He makes a choked, broken sound and releases, hot and thick on your tongue. And you’d heard all your coworkers complain about the taste but Steve is sweet, not bitter like you’ve been told. You don’t hate the taste at all, though the texture is another story. But you swallow it down all the same and Steve’s watching and gasping for air as you pull away. He grabs hold of your face, pulls you close and then wraps his arms around your body, kissing you fiercely, bruisingly.

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It happens later. Steve’s parents away on yet another business trip, a white lie told to yours about staying the night at a friends and there you are. On his couch. Steve laid on his back, you nestled between his thighs with your cheek on his chest and his legs tangled with you. He plays with your hair as the TV plays late night informercials. You’re not paying attention, mind wandering as you subtly take in the smell of Steve. Musk and summer, his honey scented shampoo and the sugary candy you two shared on his breath. Fans your face hotly and lovely. Tickles against the ridge of your brows, cascades down to your nostrils and it’s rather intoxicating. Ushers you to lift your face and inch up his body, wanting to taste as you brush your lips against his. His hand snakes down your spine, onto the soft skin at the small of your back, your shirt pulled up just slightly. Steve kisses you back tenderly, sighing so softly you almost miss it.

A thought tugs at the back of your head and you ask against his lips, “What are we?”

Steve hums, eyebrow raising as he smiles, “What do you mean?”

“Like… we spend every day together, we kiss, we… do other stuff,” you swallow hard, chest tightening with fear as you repeat, “So what are we?”

He nudges his nose against yours, “What do you wanna be, princess?”

“Yours,” you admit, a whisper. Almost silent.

“You are mine,” Steve replies, squeezing your hip in his hand. You flush something mad, trying to surprise the giggle of excitement from bubbling out of your throat. It’s fruitless, the sound erupting from you as your cheeks swell. Steve kisses you again, softly and asks against your lips, “You wanna be my girlfriend, princess?”

You nod as you kiss back, “Mhm.”

“Then you’re my girlfriend,” Steve agrees easily, his breath smells so sweet, makes your head all fuzzy.

“And you’re my boyfriend?” you test, hand moving up to cup his jaw.

“You better believe it,” he mumbles, you can hear the smile but even better you can feel it against your lips. You kiss him again, more intent behind it this time— fingernails softly scratching at his jaw. Steve drags his tongue along your bottom lip, asking to deepen the kiss which you eagerly agree as you part your lips. He tastes like candy, tooth achingly sweet when you welcome his skilled tongue against your own. It heats up quick, your hips dancing together as the pair of you pant into each others mouths. Steve’s hands lower to the fat of your ass, kneading and pulling. Your thighs feel all tingly, core aching with desperation for him.

You’re determined, you’ve been wanting Steve in that way for so long it feels like and he’s been taking his time with you. Testing the waters when you would’ve handed it over to him that first night in Scoops Ahoy!

“Stevie,” you pant against his mouth, “need you.”

“You have me, princess,” he retorts, smiling sweetly as he uses his leverage on your ass to grind you down against him. You can feel his length, hard and firm against your core and you whimper, needy.

“Need you— Steve, want you so bad,” you babble into his mouth as you writhe against him.

He taps your bum, “Up. Bedroom.”

You obey, don’t have to be told twice, holding his hand as he leads you to his bedroom. He kisses you once you’re inside, guides you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you fall into it, pulling Steve with you, refusing to pull your lips away from his. Which is a feat when you two start undressing one another. When you do have to pull away to rid of articles, you whine and Steve chuckles, gives you what you want seconds later. Smoothes his hands down your naked body as he licks into your mouth. He pulls back, on his knees between your legs as he licks the tips of his fingers and brings them to your core, exhaling sharply once he’s met with the evidence of just how much you need him.

This is it, you think. As he licks his fingers again and smears the saliva over his aching tip, guiding it towards your entrance and you whine out, just when skin meets skin. Readier than ever, overwhelmingly desperate to feel Steve inside you. Your back arches as he sinks in, just the tip of him stretching you open. It’s pleasure incarnate, radiates through your stomach and eats at all your nerves.

“More,” you plead, grabbing onto his biceps as you roll your hips. Steve sinks in deeper and it’s a little intense, searing and hot and also so, so, so perfect. Pulls a high pitched moan from you. Steve’s rubbing soothing circles against your stomach.

“Tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”

You nod, digging your nails into his skin. Making little crescent indents. He lowers his mouth to yours, grazing your lips together as he sheathes his cock deeper inside. You gasp out, eyes clenching tightly at the burn. Steve kisses you through it, whispers words of encouragement there. Princess this and princess that. Pushes through this barrier and it’s all white hot pleasure. Bright light behind your eyelids as you moan out appreciation, adoration, desperation. His hips still, giving you the opportunity to adjust. Kisses you stupid with sugary sweetness. Tastes just like candy. Your hands are all over him, chest, stomach, shoulders, neck and back. Crying out soft little praising sounds.

He grits his teeth, eyebrows tangled as he pleads, “Please— princess, can I move?”

“Please,” you beg, “Gimme…” the thoughts lost as Steve winds his hips back and pushes them back down into you. A moan interrupting, voice wrecked already and Steve swallows it, kisses it away as he rolls his hips steadily. Keeps this rhythm that has your eyes rolling back and steady, candied uh-uh-uh’s fall from your lips.

Steve’s left hand holds himself up, palm to the mattress while his right grips tightly at your hip. Your legs open, ankles hooking over the backs of his thighs and your hands are still everywhere, taking in whatever you can. The way he’s stretching you out and filling you up at the same time is intoxicating, euphoria dripping all over you. You’re almost mad that you’d waited so long but it’s all too perfect. And maybe Steve’s been right and waiting is what made this moment the best thing you’ve ever experienced.

His lips are brutal against yours, pushing and pulling. Desperate and hungry. These pretty grunts and moans mushing against your lips.

“Steve,” you whine out, “god…”

He moves to grab your jaw, tilting your head back into the pillows as he moves his hips quicker, harder. Makes your head spin, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter. All you can really do is lay back and take it, mind gone all numb. Your hips search his out, rocking back into him with every thrust. The tip of his cock reaching something fierce and overwhelming inside you. Brushes against this spot so wonderfully that tears prick your eyes, threatening to spill over onto your cheeks.

“So perfect for me,” he mumbles into your mouth, “so pretty, so fuck— fucking gorgeous, princess.”

This wave rushes up on you like nothing before, punches the breath out of your lungs as you grip onto his back, nails scratching down the mole specked skin and Steve groans roughly against your mouth. Your eyes are open but you’re blinded by stars, exploding like fireworks as your eyebrows furrow and you emit a sound so loud, bordering on a cry. It’s like the drop of a roller coaster but a million times more intense, you’re not on this earth for the seconds it happens. Legs wrapping around his waist, crying out during the aftershocks of it. Steve’s panting against your lips, little whines and moans. Pretty sounds that just elongate the utter ecstasy ripping through your body.

“Fuckfuck— shit, princess, I’m gonna—“ Steve pulls out of you abruptly, fingers gripping around his cock as he spills over onto your stomach. Makes a choked and broken sound as he does it, your eyes are on his face. Watching the pleasure contort his features in a way that has you obsessed. He pants, chest heaving as he pushes his hair back. Catches his breath, leans down and kisses you softly before exiting the bed. You whine in protest, reaching your hands out for him.

Steve smiles sweetly at you, grabs a dirty towel from his hamper and moves to wipe his cock. You watch in awe, still coming back down to earth. He moves back towards the bed, using the towel to clean off your stomach. He drops it to the floor and curls up next you, pulling your face to his and kisses you stupid.

“Worth the wait?” he asks, teasingly.

You giggle and say against his lips, “When can we do it again?”

He laughs, pulling your body flush to his as he says, “You’re gonna kill me, princess.”

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