#catch her wearing short ass skirts but not in a teasing way

[kpoplustzone]

Fucked like a Queen - IU smut Part 1

IU X OC SMUT

TAG WARNING: MATURE, SMUT, DOGGYSTYLE, QUICKY

IU is known for her beautiful vocals and gentle personality; more than that, she is also one of the dream girls of countless young men around the world. her sexy hot figure, those toned thighs, and perky tits. countless people fap at her pictures and videos, and she was completely aware of it too. She consciously lowers her dress or slightly teases everyone around her by wearing braless or tight skirts showing her hourglass figure. 

She walked along backstage after completing her concert, and her whole body felt excited. She could feel the lusty gazes from the male fans when they ogled her body. She would purposefully bend down, giving them a glance at her boobs, or jump up and down in front of them so they could catch a glimpse of her toned thighs or her perfect ass. The feeling that they could only see her teasing them until they were crazy but could never have her sent tremors through her body, and she could feel her pussy leaking already.

She could feel her pussy leaking and dripping along her thighs, and she rubbed her thighs together as she was wearing a short white skirt showing her full white thighs. She could feel eyes on her ass behind her of the bodyguards who were protecting her. She swayed her ass some more so that they could have an eye full of her shapely ass. 

The thought that they could only look at her perfect ass and perky tits but could never touch or fondle them made them go crazy too. She increased her speed so that she could have some alone time. She was too aroused to handle it anymore. Everyone working for her knew that IU always spent some time alone in her dressing room after the concert, but not for the reasons they thought. Her manager and stylists thought that she wanted to analyze her performance after the concert, but what the queen of K-pop was doing with her alone time was fingering her pussy until she squirted all over the floor.

She closed the door of her dressing room, walked towards the mirror, and slowly looked at herself. The scenes where the men in the crowd were filming her in every possible way, even trying to film her upskirt pics or frantic clicks when she bent down, giving them enough to go crazy, made her let out a moan. She slowly raised her hands and slid down her one-piece dress along her fair shoulder, and soon her perky bare breasts reflected on the mirror. 

IU slowly started kneading her full breasts, and just a slight touch of her stone-hard nipples made her shiver in pleasure. She knew she was not big like other idols, but it was not small either. It was definitely a handful, and the big pink sensitive nipples made it more perky and beautiful. She glanced down and slowly traced along her abs, trembling at the slight contact all the way to her black shorts. She could feel the wetness seeping through and slowly flowing down her inner thigh. 

IU rubbed along her pussy walls and moaned as the sensation passed through her whole body. She closed her eyes and started rubbing faster as her hip buckled because of the amount of pleasure shooting through her body. She wanted someone to fill her, ravage her, and make her utterly helpless. Her hands started getting faster and faster, and she could feel her body moving towards the edge. Her body craved release, and she was definitely close to it, but the moment her body was about to release, a strong, rough hand pinched her both hands and raised them above her head, and in one swift motion, her shorts were pulled down, exposing her dripping wet cunt.

She opened her eyes in panic, and several thoughts passed through her mind. Before IU could turn around and see who it was that stopped her, something big and thick entered her pussy from behind. Her whole body trembled from pleasure, her toes curled up, and she let out a huge moan.

The thing started moving slowly inside her, filling her to the extreme. She slowly opened her eyes and looked in the mirror, and she saw the person standing behind her, slowly moving his hips and hitting her ass with each thrust, and his hand moved down, rubbing her clit filling her with such pleasure. She missed this for one week—this huge cock that had ravaged her many times before. She looked at the old man behind her with his grey hair and wrinkled face, but with every thrust from him, she forgot how old this person was. Her team knew him as her driver, but nobody knows that their idol was addicted to the huge cock of her driver. Her moans started getting louder and louder with each thrust. She threw her head back as he pulled back and gave her a huge thrust, filling her to the brim. His cock knew each and every pore inside her pussy, and each time he fucked her, her whole body trembled from pleasure. 

Kim looked at the Korean national idol who was moaning from his cock. She had her eyes closed, and with each thrust, she moaned, and this was music to his ears. He has had numerous women, but this woman was different, and he was not able to believe even now that the great IU would be jumping up and down on his cock. He could feel her insides clutching on to his dick. She was close, and all he had to do was give her a little push. Kim grabbed her soft, fair hips and started thrusting with more speed. 

Her whole body trembled as the dick inside her started reaching her deep inside her pussy. With each thrust, she could feel her orgasm coming. one more thrust, and her whole body trembled, and she let out a huge cry, and her knees buckled. Kim pulled out his cock and watched the idol collapsing in front of him in pleasure as she shivered and squirted all over the floor.

This happened every time he fucked her, as she had a very sensitive body, and he could even make her cum just by rubbing her nipples when she was aroused. He just stood there, pointing his hard, thick cock as she got her bearings back. 

IU panted as she squirted and finally looked back at the man behind her. She slowly got on her knees and crawled towards his huge dick. It still amazed her how perfect and thick it was. She slowly raised her hand and started caressing it all the way from the bottom to the huge red tip. 

Her small hands could never completely hold it as she stroked him, trying to give back the pleasure she just received. IU slowly moved forward and put the tip of the cock in her mouth. The gorgeous and graceful Iu was on her all fours licking and sucking the cock of her driver, who was twice her age. Her head never stopped as she bobbed her head up and down even faster, trying to squeeze every drop inside him. 

Kim looked at the scene in front of him and swallowed hard. He could never get enough of it. He never thought that he could get so lucky. Iu slowly looked up and stared straight at him as she deep-mouthed his cock. She took it out of her mouth, and Kim could even see the drool attached to her mouth to his dick. She felt this was not enough as she lifted his cock and slowly lifted his balls with her pink tongue. 

Kim slowly took out his phone and opened his camera as he filmed her licking his balls while his big cock rested on her face, completely covering her face. She gave him a smile and started licking the tip of the cock and running her tongue along the bottom. 

IU bobbed her head even faster as she felt him tightening up. She knew he was close, and she moved her head faster. Finally, Kim could not hold on and gripped her head as he trusted her, hitting her walls. He groaned and started shooting everything he saved in his balls inside her pretty mouth. 

I felt a strong hand gripping her head and suddenly pulling her all the way to the balls, and her eyes widened as a huge amount of thick load shot inside her mouth. She was never a big fan of blowjobs, but now she went crazy for it. 

Kim finally let go and sat down, looking at the stunning woman in front of him, looking at him with her mouth closed and struggling to not waste any of his load. He saw her swallowing and then opening her mouth, showing she had swallowed everything.

IU looked at the man sitting in front of her and the big dick dangling between his legs. She licked her lips at the wet cock and cum dripping from it. She slowly reached it and stroked it, slowly finally lowering her head, sucking the remaining cum inside, and cleaning the cock with a few more licks. 

Kim looked at the bare, beautiful figure in front of him. She had her beautiful black hair, which was now in a mess. Her whole body was flushed red. He could still see her pussy dripping. her shapely hips, beautiful long legs, and her smile with genuine satisfaction etched on her face.

IU looked up and spoke to him, licking her lips.

"Welcome back, Ajhussi, I missed your cock when you visited your wife and children. Now you have to fuck me every time I see you. No more holidays for you."

Kim could only laugh and thank all the gods and his big cock for this huge luck.

[808airsoftbros]

How IVE Gets You Off From Your Games/Matches

Author: This will only contain 18+ members. If this goes well I will consider making this a future series. This idea randomly came up in my head and wanted to try this out. If you want to see more check out my Masterlist.

An Yujin

When I say Yujin has her ways of getting her way, I mean it very well. She will do anything to get what she wants and what she wants right now is your attention

The only thing that stood in her way of your attention was your damn match in Titanfall 2

"Baby~," She'd call but you'd dismiss her promising that you'll be off soon but she didn't have the patience as she was needy

Sighing knowing that you're totally focused on the game but she knew how to take away your attention from the game

After putting on a spicy cat outfit that hugged her curves, she presents herself in front of the screen of your monitor

Expectantly, the outfit worked as you immediately paused the game to stare at her and she smirked

"How about you turn off the game and play with me instead~?" She suggested and you wasted no time turning off your PC and go to the bedroom soon after

Kim Gaeul

Gaeul allowed you to play games whenever you wished whenever she was away busy with her idol life but when she returned she found you were still playing on a match longer than you were supposed to

She well established with you that she had a no video game rule when she was home because she wanted all of your attention on her

But she has better idea than whipping your ass with her belt and instead comes to a more gentle approach

"Hmmm... Isn't it getting hot in here?" She pretended to fan herself with her hands

Without warning she slowly stripped herself of her clothes, starting with her shirt and pants revealing her sexy black lacy undergarments

Although Gaeul wasn't exactly the curviest that doesn't make her less hot than her members as she has a beautiful and sexy slender body no man can't resist and you're no exception

You tried to focus on the game knowing what game she was playing at but Gaeul was ruthless showing no mercy towards you

When Gaeul took off her bra revealing her perky breasts and teasing you by squeezing them you got off the match early

Jang Wonyoung

Wonyoung would act all cute and pouty trying to use her aegyo and charming skills to get you off the game but you were unfazed which made her pout even more

"Hmph. Guess I'll have to step things up..." She huffed and went to her closet

Wonyoung would go through her closet looking for any outfit that may catch your attention

"Let's see... No not this one... Hmm... No that won't do... Ah! Perfect!" She smirked devilishly

You just started up another match when Wonyoung walked in wearing a rather revealing maid outfit, her short skirt revealing her milky long thighs and legs, and parts of her ass, her top showing off her cleavage

You paid no attention at first but when you got a good lock your jaw dropped and she grinned knowing it was working but she wanted to teach you a lesson first

"Oh baby boy, aren't you playing a match~? Oh well, I guess you ain't getting a piece of me..." She mockingly said and went upstairs

With no other choice, you shut off the game and rushed upstairs after her where she'd be waiting in the bedroom

Rei

There isn't much to be said about Rei...

Rei can be very scary if you piss her off and when she found you were still playing your PC when she wanted your attention at most she was angry

"Yah! Can't you see I'm home?!" She yelled but you didn't hear her with the noise cancellation headphones

Rei groaned in annoyance before she walked in front of you near your desk and literally flashed her A-cup-sized breasts

"I know you can't resist these you little pervert~. Why don't you come suck on them~?"

Without hesitation you shut off the game and Rei smirked victoriously as you knew you couldn't resist her

But she wanted to teach you a lesson first and would make you watch first before you can touch her

"Uh uh, no touch~." She teased before playing with herself and moaning as loudly as possible to rile you up and that night would be real active of passionate and rough love making

Liz

Liz is not really the type to punish or make any bold moves as she's quite shy

However that doesn't mean she doesn't have her sexual needs and she is desperate for your attention but you were too occupied with your game to notice her

She was tired and stressed after the long day of her idol life and errands and all she wanted was your love and attention

"Baby~? Could you maybe get off the game for a bit~?" She softly asked tugging on your shirt

Looking at the precious look in her eyes screaming that she wanted to do the deed with you

Of course being her boyfriend who would you be to deny her such a thing? Not you, right?

Immediately, you shut off your PC and told your boys that you'd be on tomorrow and Liz would smile happily

But that night would be nothing but screaming moans of your name

[milllersfae]

perverted loser bff!ellie headcanons

content warning: perversion, teasing, intoxication mention

a/n: your girl is BACK(?)! again i wont be posting as often, but be assured you'll see me atleast once a month. enjoyyy!

sfw

ɞ when you walk through big crowds, she puts a hand to your back to guide you through the traffic. "i gotcha" she whispers, hand drifting to your waist.

ɞ likes ordering the same thing you get at restaurants, just to feel for the things you like.

ɞ always opens your door for you when you get in her car, wanting to make sure you get in easy.

"i'm not six you know!" you joke, nudging her arm as you close the door.

"i don't want you fucking up my door is all." she was lying bad. she thrived on treating you like hers.

ɞ when the two of you hang out, she always asks you how her outfit looks. "well—what do you think?" she stammers, awkwardly twitching her fingers as you stared at her. you smile, wrapping a shoulder around her. "you look great, el."

ellie nudges you off playfully, resisting the hugest urge to kiss you.

ɞ everyone already thinks the two of you are dating. it’s hard to change anyone’s mind, not with the way with she reaches for your hand in public with awkward reassurance.

nsfw

ɞ loves asking to come over just to be in your presence, being in your bed. she’s daydreamed about parting your legs and eating you passionately as you clung to your own sheets.

ɞ loves when you ask her what clothes to wear. her cunt grows hot as she watches you try on skirts and shorts, the frilled pink thong you wore hypnotizing her waking thought. “i think those shorts look nice…” she utters out, awkward grin hiding her arousal. she loves your reaction to her approval, smoothing the shorts over your hips as she stares at the curve of your ass as you bend down to pick up the remaining bottoms from the floor.

ɞ offers to drive you everywhere; making you her private passenger princess. she’ll reach over to get your seat-belt, face flushing red as she catches a glimpse of your chest to fasten you in. she can’t seem to help to linger her free hand onto your thigh on long drives, thumb rubbing the inner, laying a thick, flushing stroke of heat into your core.

ɞ she gets off work one night, coming over to ease the ache of her long day. you let ellie stay the night, the two of you squishing into your cramped queen bed. you know how she gets into the habit of laying a kiss on your shoulder, gripping you close with the overlap of her forearms. ellie eases a hand under your tank top, pinching the bud of your nipples, making you her own little stress reliever.

ɞ she likes to take you to slummy parties, nervously showing you off to anyone in her sight. the taste of flavored vodka eases down your throat, intoxication lingering on your tongue as ellie slowly inches her way toward you on the velvet-couch. her eyes dart against the sheer of your sundress, putting a securing arm behind your back. you can smell the hot of her alcohol-ridden breath as she rests her drunken face against your cheek.

“you’re so clingy when you’re drunk.” you laugh, face warming at the soft press of rouging skin. her face closes in on yours, lips millimeters apart.

“yea, ‘cause can’t stop myself around you.” she whispers, the press of her upper lip wrapped around yours, a slippery kiss bringing the both of you closer. her hand can’t help but inch under your skirt, a fidgety hand kneeling circles into your clit as your cling your thighs together to hold her in.

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bound by lace | cardinal copia x f!reader

summary: after mercilessly teasing you at papa’s birthday dinner, the cardinal can't have you sneaking away from him.

content: 2.8k words, f!reader, dom!cardinal, panty-sniffing, public boners, (semi) public sex, spanking, gagging, mild degradation, praise, rough sex, white suit copia, he’s a bit of a pervert here, they're established, 18+ MDNI

This is what happens when @leezlelatch tells me to write a "short" warmup drabble – I spend two days writing purely self-indulgent filth. You should also check out her fic!

Masterlist – Ao3 link

By now you’re certain that he’s not wearing any underwear. 

You’ve been watching the Cardinal for a few minutes now as he’s palming himself under the table, a black-gloved hand massaging his cock that’s trapped by the tight fabric of his white suit. He can’t take his eyes off of you, his head turned into your direction to make sure you know exactly what or who he’s thinking about. 

You regret that you let him have a say in the seating arrangements. The round tables have been spread out in the courtyard to allow enough space for Papa’s private circle to celebrate his birthday with an opulent outdoor dinner party. As Papa’s personal assistant it would be considered impertinent of you to disappear from the party until dinner is officially over and he knows it. His own position allows the Cardinal a seat at the table with Papa himself whom he entertains from time to time but does not seem to actually listen to. The way your seats are angled gives you a prime view of the Cardinal’s lap – and his stiff cock.

No one else is privy to his actions, distracted by rosemary-marinated steaks and casual conversation. You, however, have been shifting in your seat ever since he started his performance. After not having seen him all day you’ve been plagued by indecent thoughts about his body. He’s been ignoring all of your desperate texts – only to show up in the tight white suit that he knows has your brain shutting down on sight. It’s a game for him, really, and with every flick of his wrist, his smirk only grows wider.

Conversation at your own table flows easily. Instead of participating you’re trying to grind at the edge of the chair for at least some friction, rubbing your thighs together as inconspicuously as possible. The Cardinal’s brows pull together when he sees this, his hand tightly gripping his erection, giving you a little show as he pushes his hips into his hand. You fight the urge to moan at the sight, wriggling on your chair until by accident your panties catch, slipping down your hips by just an inch.

You shift again and again until the fabric fully slides down your ass. Hidden by the white tablecloth, you hike up your skirts, then pull your already dripping underwear down and bunch it up in your fist. When he turns his head to observe your miserable hip-wiggles again, you risk throwing the lacy bundle in his direction from under the table. They land right next to his white leather shoe, the wet patch resting on its pointy tip where anyone could see them if they knew what to look for. His gaze drops down and at the realisation of what exactly you gifted him his eyes widen. Two can play this game, Cardinal. 

You watch with a suppressed giggle as he drops his napkin with a loud whoops and picks it up, hooking his gloved pinkie into your panties. Hidden behind the heavy white fabric that is stained with black lipstick marks he brings them to his face, stopping right underneath his beautiful straight nose. Your eyes widen as he pretends to clean his mouth, taking a deep breath through your underwear that has his chest rising and falling heavily in his tight suit. He catches your eyes just after his exhale and grins at your shocked expression. While he brings the napkin back to rest beside his empty plate, the panties fall into his lap. You can see his hard cock twitching at the contact, straining the unforgiving material of his pants in a way that looks more painful the harder he gets.

You hear a deep cough and look back to his face, his smirk pulling the corners of his mouth up to emphasise the delicious blush that has now spread over his freckled cheeks. He’s so very handsome, so very aware of his effect on you. Almost sensually, he trails his fingers from his belly down to his groin, hiding the panties in his hand and rubbing them over his cock. His eyes close for a moment, his lips parting in an inaudible sigh as he drags them over his bulge again and again. When he finally pushes them into his pocket, they leave a wet stain running along the seam of his crotch.

It’s enough. You can’t keep sitting here watching him while you drip into your dress. Fleeing the scene seems safe – he would not dare to stand up now, showing a whole table of Papas and Sister what’s going on in his pants. As soon as his attention leaves you momentarily, you slip away with an excuse to use the bathroom. For a few seconds you hurry down the cool hallways, the skirt of your dress billowing behind you and allowing a gentle breeze to caress your inner thighs. You have to stop and think to locate the nearest bathroom, but you’re not even close when you hear rapid footsteps behind you, flat heels clicking familiarly on old stone tiles.

You don’t even have enough time to turn around before he’s pulling you into his chest, stifling your surprised scream with his gloved hand. His erection is poking into your ass and he rolls his hips against you, practically humping you from behind.

“You think you can run away after this little show, rattino?” he murmurs. “Leave me sitting there in pain while you sneak away to steal your pleasure from me?”

You can’t help but moan against his fingers. With his arm slung around your waist, he drags you a few steps down the hall, his fingers on your mouth now sliding between your lips and pressing down on your tongue. Impatiently, he pushes you into an alcove that houses an expensive bronze statue based on the Lupa Capitolina. Only instead of a she-wolf the metal was molded into a three-headed hellhound nursing her puppies.

When you start to suck on his fingers, desperate for his attention now, he immediately pulls them out and tuts. “You don’t get to taste me, rattino, not even the leather on my hands.”

His tone draws a pathetic whimper from your mouth. The Cardinal has no mercy. With one hand digging into the meat of your hips, he holds you in place before you can feel the fingers of his other hand sprawling out on your back. For a moment he gently caresses your spine but then he suddenly pushes, bending you over the statue while grinding his hips into yours. You both moan at the feeling, the sound reverberating in the hallway at an alarming volume.

“They’re going to come looking for us,” you whisper. “Please, can we go somewhere else?”

“No no no, I won’t let you run again. You better be quiet, sorella, I know how loud you can get.” You can feel his hand moving between your bodies, fiddling with his pants. “So naughty, throwing your underwear at your Cardinal, teasing him like this in front of our Papa. You were not worried anyone would notice then, no? Did you want to embarrass me?”

You shake your head and rest your warm cheek on the cool metal of the statue.

“Words, rattino, or I will leave you bent over here for the rest of the night.”

You swallow uncomfortably. “No, Cardinal, I did not want to embarrass you. I’m sorry.”

“Hmm, you are, eh?” He starts to rut again, his hard cock rubbing against your ass cheeks through the soft fabric of your dress. “Tell me why you did it, dolcezza, and maybe I will reward you for your courage.”

“I wanted to tease you back,” you admit. “Seeing you so hard for me was torture. You tortured me with your tight suit and your– your cock.”

He chuckles at your silly outburst. “You are not very patient, amore. Do you not trust me to take care of you in due time?”

“I need you. I needed you all day.”

He gives a melodic hum as he runs his hand from your back down to your ass, hiking your skirts up until you can feel the cool air against your bare cheeks. “That is a good reason, dolcezza. I will allow it for today.”

His sudden need to converse with you is slowly driving you insane. You push back into him, trying to get him to move, but all he does is grip your hips as tight as he can while his other hand rains down on your butt in a hard slap. The impact echoes loudly in the hollow alcove and you yelp, holding onto the neck of the hound to avoid sliding off its back.

“Ah, I did not say there would be no punishment.”

“’s too loud,” you whine.

“You’re right, I think I should fill that big mouth of yours, rattino.” He chuckles deviously. “And lucky for me you gave me the perfect thing.”

He pulls away to the point where you can’t feel him anymore and lose him in your peripheral vision. But before you can complain he roughly shoves your panties into your mouth. You can feel the cold wet patch against your tongue, the fabric quickly soaking up your spit.

“You know what our sign is, amore, yes?” he asks softly. You dutifully tap your fingers against the metal of the statue three times. “Brava ragazza. Now I will not hear another sound from you until you have received your punishment, okie dokie? I think five more will do.”

You nod and he gently runs his gloved hand over your ass, caressing the spot he just hit. 

“You already had numero uno and since your mouth is ugh… occupied… this time I will count them for you, yes?” He gives you one more soft caress and then his hand comes down again, lower this time, the sound barely muffled by the leather of his gloves. It doesn’t hurt as much as his bare hands and yet you feel the sting so clearly that you bite into your makeshift gag. “Due.”

After this, he switches hands, his weaker left palm meeting your ass with slightly less force. Despite being in a more sequestered area of the abbey, you fell incredibly exposed and it only adds to the wild cocktail of pleasure and pain.

“Tre.”

A short break in which he soothes your skin with the soft leather. He gives you no warning before he strikes you two times in quick succession and you fight off a whimper by biting harder into the fabric in your mouth. No sounds, he’d said. He rewards you with an appreciative hum. 

“Quattro e cinque.” Again, he soothes your skin, using his other hand to tickle your thigh. “You are doing so good, dolcezza, such a good little rat for your Cardinal. Just one more now.”

For the last one, he uses his right hand again. It’s the heaviest blow, aimed so low that you can feel the impact in your throbbing cunt as you slide further up the statue.

“Sei.”

You exhale through your nose and close your eyes, revelling in the burning sensation of your skin and the pleasure that’s pooling into your core.

“You know, this color is even more beautiful than your blush when I rubbed your panties over my cock,” the Cardinal says behind you with a chuckle and then you feel his lips on your ass. He presses a few gentle kisses to your abused skin, soothing with his tongue. His mouth travels all the way up to your lower back until he’s stopped by your dress. “Are you ready for me now, dolcezza? You are dripping all over your thighs.”

You whimper desperately at his words. He’s been avoiding your pussy on purpose but now you can feel his finger probing at your slick entrance, spreading out your arousal. A soft hum of relief leaves you at the contact, the sound of his zipper filling your ears like a choir of angels singing their heavenly praise. 

He wastes no more time, slowly easing himself into your drenched cunt. After the long wait, the stretch feels so good that your eyelids flutter closed. For all his teasing, he must have been on edge as well because once he bottoms out, a strangled groan bubbles from his chest and his fingers dig into your hips with a bruising intensity.

“So good,” he whispers. “So f-fucking good, amore. Cazzo.”

And then he starts to move. The first thrust sends you flying halfway across the statue and you wrap your arms around its belly, chafing your finger on one of the edges. The Cardinal doesn’t stop, just pulls your hips back and slams himself into you again. You keen, muffled by the gag, but in your ears the pathetic noises you release and your skin slapping together resound so loudly that you’re sure the whole abbey can hear. He proceeds to roughly fuck into you with no regards for volume, the angle just right so he hits you where you need him. With all the pent-up desire for him you approach your climax fast and hard and you stop caring as you try to hold yourself steady as best as you can.

You’re right at the precipice, dangling so close to the edge when the Cardinal suddenly stops. It’s only then that you hear the clattering of heeled footsteps in the distance. You can almost see Sister yelling at you, the most embarrassing images flashing before your eyes, but with every passing second the sounds fade out more and more. You immediately push yourself back, wriggling as much as you can from your cramped position to get him to hurry up.

“Shhhhh.” He slowly rocks into you again, dragging the tip of his cock along your sensitive walls. “We will not rush this, dolcezza, no. I want you to feel every bit of it.”

Carefully, his speed picks back up, insistent hips rolling against your ass until he rediscovers his previous rhythm. With your moans stifled by your panties, the only outlet for your growing pleasure is your tight grip on the statue’s tits. The Cardinal must be close as well because soon he falters, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he clumsily slides his hand down to fumble with your clit. It’s all you need to fall. When you come, pleasure spreads over your body like liquid fire. You clench tightly around him and with a strangled moan he spills into you, twitching and shivering into his last few strokes.

For a moment, you stay exactly like that, stuck in the quiet afterglow with only your laboured breathing as evidence. The Cardinal lets you recuperate briefly after he pulls out, his hands soothing the skin of your hips that he gripped so tightly at the height of his pleasure.

“You did so well, amore, so well. Your Cardinal is so proud of you,” he whispers when he leans down to remove the panties from your mouth. “You are okay? Not too much?”

With your eyes still closed, you hum happily and rest your forehead against the cool metal, wetting your dry lips. He lets the fabric of your dress slide back over your tender backside and you whimper at the delicious pain. As you open your eyes to see him moving into your peripheral vision, he gives you an apologetic smile that you can’t help but return.

“We should go back, amore,” he finally says, tucking his softening dick back into his still wet pants. “I think they will be serving dessert soon and I really want the strawberry cake.”

“I don’t know if I can sit anymore,” you mumble, righting yourself on shaky knees. You can feel his seed dripping out of you immediately. He won’t give you the panties to clean yourself but pushes them back into his pocket.

“Maybe you have to sit on my lap for the rest of the evening,” he says, gently kissing your temple as he pulls you close. “Or kneel under my table hehe.”

You playfully push against his chest. “You know Papa hates it when we do PDA. He says we’re obnoxious.”

“Well, I hate it when he sits on my desk and messes up my papers and he does it all the time anyway.”

His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, brushes a strand of hair from your eyes. Up close you see all of his flushed, freckled face, his black eye make-up smudged into sweaty streaks. You wipe at his messed up lipstick but all he does is lean in to press a soft kiss to your lips. Finally tasting him is all the reward you need and you sigh, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue is gentle as it greets yours and when he breaks away, he smiles at you more fondly than ever.

“You know, we could steal some of the cake from the kitchens and just dip…” you propose, pressing a few kisses along his jaw.

His smile widens. “You always have the best ideas, amore.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it – kudos, comments, rbs etc are as always much appreciated ♡

Masterlist – my Ao3

[anjelicawrites]

Now I'm thinking about someone deciding to tease Michael Gavey! She wears short skirts and tight shirts for weeks, simply enjoying the way he flushes and determinedly avoids looking at her every time she walks by. Eventually, she corners him in the library while he's trying to get a book. She's giggling as she teases him, stroking his hair gently and letting him touch her ass and tits over her clothes. He's a whiny mess when she pulls back, and he cums in his pants when she flashes him her tits as she's walking away. He's down so bad that he can't think about anything else but her!

-🪴

Michael would feel like an idiot, wouldn't he? Noticing you and your skimpy clothes! He knows you're teasing him, probably because you want to pull his leg, that's what popular people like you do! Yet, he can't help but blush every single time he hears you giggle or sees you walk around the ancient buildings of Oxford; the worse part? He knows that you noticed and his embarrassment only seems to egg you on, push you to get closer and closer to him, the more he tries to hide in his safety bubble.

NSFW and 18+ only please!

Get your shit together, Gavey! He tells himself. The exams are almost going to start!

He knows something is afoot, because he hasn't seen you in a couple of days: this is not normal.

He knows he should feel grateful for the reprieve and, maybe, you deciding to stop embarrass him; he can't. He keeps looking around, hears ready to catch your giggly laugh and feeling disappointed when that doesn't happen.

He is at the library, looking for a specific book to delve into a topic he knows one of his professor will focus the exam upon. He squints his eyes to read the Dewey numbers on the spines of the books: where the hell is it?

"Hi Mickey!!!"

He jumps out of his skin when he hears your voice next to his ear.

In a hurry he turns around, clumsily pushing his glasses up his long nose in the vain attempt to hide his surprise.

He can't focus on an answer, his brain zeroing on your tits, barely hidden by the deep neck of your sweater.

"H... hi." He manages to stammer.

"What are you doing all cooped up inside? It's such a lovely sunny day!"

Because he can't. His immense intelligence is completely annihilated by your sugary smell and soft tits against his chest; when you caress up his arms, slowly, feeling the muscles underneath, only to scratch his long neck with your nails, before starting to comb his short hair with your fingers, he moans, feeling his pants tighten in the crotch area.

"Cat got your tongue?" You giggle, pushing your soft body against his.

"N... no." He manages to moan, cheeks already aflame.

"Then why aren't you asking my question, Mickey?"

"You're so pretty when you blush, Mickey." You murmur in his ear, pushing your leg between his to feel his growing erection. "You make me want to pinch your cheeks."

His hands grab the bookcase behind him, all his blood tumbling downward leaving his head empty and full of cotton.

"Your hands are so big, Mickey, so strong." You keep whispering, the tip of your tongue now playing with his lobe. "Why don't you use them on me? Touch me Mickey." You whine.

Hypnotized, as if during an out of body experience, Michael lifts his hands and puts them on your hips, grabbing the soft material of your sweater, and your skin underneath.

"I think you can do better." You moan, your leg now pushing delicately against his trapped cock.

He's a moaning mess already, the way you're teasing his erection is the sweetest kind of pain, of the likes he's never experienced in his life. How you guide him into grabbing your arse and massage the firm globes makes his head spin, and his cock twitch against the cotton of his briefs.

You moan, obscenely, and rub your tits, your whole body, against his.

He almost comes all over himself. He doesn't know how he manages to keep a sliver of control, when you keep teasing him and moaning like the protagonists of the porn he watches, not when his erection is raw, trapped against your leg, still pushing and massaging, almost forcing him to ride it.

"I'm so wet for you, Mickey. I'm dripping all over my panties, my nipples are so hard. Don't you wanna feel them? Good boy."

"Oh God!" He whines, when your breasts fill his hands, so round and soft under your sweater.

"Use you thumbs to caress them. I wore no bra just for you, Mickey."

"You're such a good boy, Mickey. You need a reward!"

Quickly you evade his hands and flash him your tits; he comes, immediately, almost falling on his knees with the force of his orgasm.

"I'm going to touch myself tonight, Mickey, thinking about you and how good you made me feel today." You giggle in his ear. "I'll come so many times on my toy thinking about you. Are you going to do the same? Stroke your cock imagining me playing with myself? If you do, next time I'll let you come all over my tits, even my face, if you do as I say."

He's on his knees now, cheeks aflame he stares at your smile as he tries to take deep breaths, a smaller orgasm coursing through his overheated body at the mental image of unloading his seed all over your pretty mouth and tits.

You're the devil, the devil. He needs you so badly!

"Did you like the idea? I will keep my mouth nice and open, with my tongue lolling out, ready to drink all you sweet cum. What I can't get, I'll massage it on my tits and wear it until nighttime."

"Oh my God!" he whines, feeling his cock trying to get hard for you again.

"See you around, Mickey." You giggle, ruffling his hair. "We're going to have so much fun together!"

[v3nusxsky]

Hey Mars! How you're doing well!

Would you feel comfortable with doing a mommy/lactation kink with mommy Larissa and sub r? Totally open to whatever situation/story you come up with!

Costume 18+

*Authors note~ sorry this is taking me such a long time to get around to but Larissa for gwens birthday and this prompt wouldn’t leave my brain*

Trigger warnings~ lactation kink mommy kink dom l sub r  lingerie spanking admission of feelings implied smut

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Nevermore’s staff always throws a Halloween costume party away from the students prying eyes. After all they deserve to celebrate the holiday too, Larissa Weems however, would always wear a costume that covered everything up until this year. Over her years as Principal of Nevermore she’s witnessed sexy police officers, firefighters, play boy bunnies, slutty killers, pole dancers and everything else you could imagine for a costume, she’s probably seen it. That’s why she knew this had to be something you’d never seen before, to grab the attention of yourself.

Her outfit took days of planning but once adorning her tall frame she had to admit, she looked good. Opting to be a ghost rider, she was clad in black lace lingerie with a thin layer of opaque covering to hide her bare skin. Her prompts for the night being a black cow boy hat and a riding crop. Her make up done perfectly to add to the look of a ghost rider. This was the most out there thing she had ever done and truly she was thinking about not going, but instead she pulled on her floor length coat and made her way to the party.

Arriving at the party she immediately spotted you, of course dressed as an angel. And to Larissa you were the most beautiful Angel to ever exist, your outfit was fairly skimpy yet still modest which happened to be driving the principal mad. The way your cleavage was popping out of your corset and the little white skirt barely covering your ass set her plan in motion. She had to have you, tonight.

“Larissa” you cooed as you approached the tall woman happily, “what’s that in your hand?” Your innocence shone through as the principal twirled the riding crop in her hands, “Only the best thing to spank sweet Angles with like yourself of course” she purred watching your eyes darken with lust. “Thou mustn’t sin, for im an Angle of God Larissa” you giggled before stealing the woman’s hat and placing it on your head after removing the halo. “You little minx! Darling let me have my hat back or you wont like your punishment, I’ll ride you into the afterlife and keep you as my pet.” The teasing word’s effecting you more than Larissa knew you decided to keep the hat, after all, it’s just a little fun right?

As the night continued you both mingled but some how always found a way back together where you teased one another some more, only when a teasing smack with the crop landed on your ass did you start to catch on, “much too short for an Angel of god isn’t it y/n? Everyone can see what’s mine” Larissa purred gently rubbing the sting of the crop. “I don’t believe I belong to you Ghost rider, in fact there’s no proof.” A dark spark of lust clouded her eyes as the crop landed on your other ass cheek, “then be mine pretty Angel, I’m tried of loving you from afar.”

Her lips cut your whimper off as she slammed yours together, immediately falling into a dance as if it was centuries old, her hands coming to rest on your round globes before giving them a squeeze and pulling away from you to rest your foreheads together. “I-“ you whimpered before slamming your lips to hers once more in a needy kiss, one that stole both your breaths and left you hungry for more. “My angel now” Larissa purred before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips and dragging you back to her office.

“Mommy!” You squeaked as your back hit her office door. “Mommy hmm?” The blonde teased once more, “what can mommy do for you little Angel?” Without a second thought you began to tug at the top half of her outfit in an attempt to free her beautiful breasts from their lace confines. “Want my mouth on them!” You whined unhappily as you struggled against the fabric. A chuckle filled the room as Larissa helped you undress her just enough to give you what you desired. From there you happily suckled on her exposed breast, going boneless in the blondes arms as she basked in the sensations you provided her with. “Oh my sweet Angel, you could’ve told mommy you had this kink, you would’ve been getting this very thing a lot sooner” Larissa couldn’t help but tease you, truly you were both fools for not admitting feelings for each other sooner, but now, you have all the time in the world to discover what each of you likes in this aspect of life. Little did you know Larissa had a raging breeding kink that you would tease her for later on.

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[gemini-sensei]

i’m in desperate need of robby fluff<3

s1 bad boy robby who still hangs out with trey and cruz. he goes to the skatepark often and that’s where he sees her, an angel- he thinks. Her beautiful face painted with eyeliner and thick black makeup, a chubby body squeezed into short shorts that hugged her ass and hips, and a low cut metal band tee that he recognized which showed off her plump tits. He tries to work up the confidence to talk to her, but is stopped by his “friends” to talk about a new plan to scam someone. They see who he’s looking at and tease him for thinking the fat goth girl is cute, but robby just tells them to fuck off.

When he applies at LaRusso Auto, he thinks it’ll just be a quick thing, something to get some money and eventually steal from. But his plans change when he finds out that his angel from the skate part will be training him. She shows him the ropes and they have casual conversations about life. They talk about family and he finds out she’s larusso’s daughter. At the end of their shifts they exchange numbers and make plans for a date. When robby goes home he feels he’s in heaven and for the first time in a while he sleeps peacefully thinking about his pretty little angel.

also i hope you’re doing well!! i know you’ve mentioned you’ve been struggling for a bit

I'm doing alright, thank you 🤗💗😊

Let's not forget that Robby applied to work for Daniel to irk his own dad, so when he learns that Reader is his daughter, that idea is out the window too. He sees Reader there and he's so head over heels.

She's dressed for work in dark blouse and skirt. It's a toned down version if what she was wearing when he first saw her but she's definitely made the business look her own. She's still wearing her dark makeup and jewelry, setting herself apart from the rest of the employees aside from her age. It's eye catching and Robby can't help checking her out, especially the way her tits strain against her blouse and her thighs peeking out from her skirt.

He can't help trying to flirt with her while she's training him and she smooths over it, pretending not to care. However, she is totally into Robby. She's remembers him from the skatepark. Her friends were talking and skating but she was watching Robby. She liked the way he carried himself and his style, especially his rings she sees him turning as she talk and explains what his workload will be at the Auto Group.

When he's about to leave for the day, he's shocked she stops him and gives him her number. He thought he wasn't getting anywhere with her but now he gets thay she was just acting professional. Their little talks could've amounted to nothing but he got her number and he gave her his. He went home with a big smile on his face. He can't wait to go on that date 😍 ☺️

Bad boy Robby drifting to sleep that night thinking of the pretty, goth angel that he finally met. No doubt he's trying to think of date ideas, but he doesn't have a lot of experience, so he had no idea what he's really doing. He doesn't have any spectacular ideas, but he doesn't know he doesn't have to worry about that. Reader is at home working on getting them concert tickets to a band they were talking about and both enjoy 😉

[konigsblog]

hmmm how about reader trying to tease soft!simon like wearing mini skirt, intentionally bending over in front of him, accidently (not really) brush against him etc. and he finally gets fed up and catches her .. he also calls reader "bunny" 😵‍💫

he's so gentle with you, you adore his soft touch and the way he drills his cock into you, his pace increasing, praising you for taking his big and meaty length so well. but you two made a bet, who would ask for sex first, so you decided to tease him.

your skirt was skimpy and short, your tight ass peaking from beneath the fabric, leaning over the kitchen countertop to reach something, revealing that you were wearing no underwear :(( your cunny was slick and perfect, he felt greedy but he couldn't help himself from gripping at your hips and pushing you further up against the countertop. “god, princess... look at this pussy..” you smirk, wiggling your hips, feeling as he grinds his hardened bulge against your bare cunt.

the material of his jeans rubbing against your skin was addictive, dry humping you to get you all needy. he needs to see you whine and beg, gripping at your flesh and pulling your body closer to his as you begin whimpering for him to fuck you. grabbing his thick and fat cock, tip nudging against your slit before easing into your sex, making you gasp and mumble for more, riling him up!!!

usually you expect him to be more tender with you, but he couldn't help himself from slamming amd rutting into you ruthlessly, he wasn't gonna be all soft with you after you caused him to lose the bet :( the texture of your soft and tight walls against his shaft caused him to growl lowly, mixing his degrading and praising together, full and heavy balls knocking against your tight ass while tears form in your eyes. “such a naughty bunny, gettin' me all hard like this.. good god, strugglin' to take this pace, huh? big cock in this wet pussy, too much for you?” he slaps your ass and makes you whine.

and just as your about to cum, he slows down his pace. thumb rubbing at your clit while he leans down so his chest is against your back, whispering praise in your ear and making you shutter and tremble. his big body looms over yours, fingertips rubbing soothing circles, getting you all desperate for your orgasm!!! he makes you squirt against the kitchen counter, the knot in your stomach snapping, causing him to drain his balls inside your sex. walls clenching and pulsing around him, fucking yourself back on his cock, pushing his cum deeper inside you and making you squeal when you feel him in your cervix again :(((

[pumpkinprice]

Reader visiting Dad!Chris at the BSAA headquarters and fucking in his office :3

aww what a good daughter :3

tw: incest, breeding kink, sex, fluff

Your Dad is never home anymore, so you have to take matters into your own hands. You’re horny and tired of using the toys he gave you for when he was gone. It’s boring and you need more. The only thing that can satisfy you is your Dad’s cock fucking into you till you’ve gone stupid.

When you show up at his office, he’s not thrilled. This isn’t the kind of place you should be, not to mention he doesn’t want the other guys to see you. The last thing he wants to see is someone hitting on you. And they will because your skirt is so short, you might as well not be wearing anything at all.

He watches you walk over to his desk and he can already feel his cock hardening in his pants. God, he’s missed you. It’s been well over a week since the two of you have done anything.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he grumbles, eyes locked on yours.

“Punish me then,” you smirk, climbing onto his lap. He grabs your ass and grinds you against his cock. “Dad, please,” you gasp, resting your forehead against his. You need him so bad you can’t think straight. You’re already so wet from thinking about him on the way over here.

“I got you, angel.”

He maneuvers you so you're on the edge of his desk and you spread your legs for him, your skirt riding up. Your breath catches when he stands and starts undoing his belt. He's not going to punish you because he needs this just as bad. “Dad, hurry,” you whimper. You can't remember the last time you've ached this bad.

Your panties are starting to stick to your cunt, so you pull them aside just as your Dad frees his cock. It's already dripping with so much precum and if your pussy wasn't so greedy, you'd suck him off right then. He pulls you closer to the edge of the desk and you watch him run the tip of his cock along your slit, your fluids mixing together.

“She's greedy today, isn't she?” he asks, teasing your entrance, smirking as it tries to suck him in.

“Dad, please… need your cock so bad.”

He puts your legs around his waist and pushes into you, one slick inch at a time till he bottoms out. “Always so damn tight.” With one hand on your hip and the other on the desk by your head, he rolls his hips into yours, making you both groan. He knows both of you have to be quiet, but the feel of your warm, wet pussy is too much. It's like it was meant just for him.

“Is this what my baby wanted? Her Dad’s big cock filling her up?” He says against your lips, fucking you slow.

“Yes,” you whisper back, looking into his eyes. You loved him so fucking much and couldn't believe how lucky you were to have this. To have him. You pull him in for a kiss and your tongues tangle together. “Daddy, it's so good. Promise it'll always be like this?”

“Promise, angel.” Chris smiles and presses the tip of his cock against your cervix, making your back arch. His cock twitches when he hears all those pretty noises falling from your mouth. God, what he wouldn't give to make you his wife and put a few babies in your belly.

You grit your teeth as he presses harder against your cervix. “When you cum.. cum right there,” you pant. You want his sticky sperm as close to your womb as possible. It can never happen, you getting pregnant, but you'll always give into the fantasy of it, especially for him. You love what it does to both of you.

Chris fucks you harder, his heavy, full balls slapping against your ass. He's going to cum so much, his cock is already so coated with your slick and his precum. “Feel good, baby?”

All you can do is nod as you hold onto the desk as it begins to rock under you. There's people in the hallway outside of his office and it turns you on so much more to know they can probably hear you. “Dad! Harder!” you cry out.

He knows what you're doing but doesn't care. They gonna fire him? Good. He is getting so fucking fed up with this place anyhow. “What? Didn't get that,” he smirks, glancing at the door.

“Fuck! Me! Harder! Dad! My real Dad!” you yell.

It's the ‘real dad’ that sets Chris off and he puts your legs over his shoulders and plows into you, the desk threatening to give out under the force. “Oh, I'm gonna cum. Cum right into my daughter’s sweet pussy. Love fucking my daughter!”

“Oh, Jesus,” you whimper, your orgasm catching you off guard. Your head rolls back and you're screaming at the ceiling as your cunt gushes out all over your dad's cock, his hips and onto his desk. You can feel papers sticking to all parts of your sweaty body and you hope you've ruined some top secret documents in the process. Your Dad’s boss can have some of your sweet cum on his next report.

And just like you wanted, your Dad is pressing against your cervix again and you feel his cock swell right before he spills his load into you. It's endless and it's leaking out before your Dad is even finished cumming. “Knocking my daughter up. Feels so fucking good,” he groans.

He lets go of your shaking legs and you pull him in for a deep, messy kiss, both of you breathing heavily. “If they fire you, can we leave town and never come back?” you whisper hopefully.

Chris smiles and kisses down your jaw, his cock slowly slipping out of you. “Anywhere you wanna go, we'll go. I promise.” He buries his face in your neck and he breathes in your scent while you put your arms around him. “But only if you marry me when we get there.”

[poledancingdinos]

Hostile Territory - Chapter 23

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 6.5K

Warnings: Party time, Family Drama, Hand Job, Dom/Sub Undertones

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Day 204

After they’d finished setting up, Leah went to the bathroom to change. When she returned, Sy momentarily forgot how to breathe. She wore a black long-sleeved dress with thigh high socks and a pair of simple black Vans. The flowy skirt of the dress was short, ending a few inches above the socks and showing off her tattoos.

“Please tell me you’re wearing underwear under that,” he blurted out before he could think better of it.

Leah closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Wanna check and make sure?” she teased.

Sy hesitated for a second but decided to trust that if Leah was offering it was because she was prepared for the possibility of him saying yes. His hands followed the curve of her ass downwards, slipping under the hem of her dress and following her soft skin all the way to the edge of the boyshorts she’d put on under her dress.

“Good girl,” he praised, reassured that he wouldn’t have to threaten anyone with bodily harm for catching a glimpse of Leah’s ass.

The next hour passed in a blur of names and good food. Caleb knew his way around a grill, that was for sure. Throughout their dinner, everyone took a moment to greet Leah and welcome her home.

Once the plates had been cleared, a few of the guys prepared the fire pit. Sy was happy to see that it was one of those chiminea style ones. Fire combined with dozens of drunk boys was often a recipe for injuries or forest fires but that was less likely with an enclosed flame.

The music was turned up as guests started moving to the open space that apparently served as a dance floor. Leah was chatting with Killian and Trevor—two of her friends from high school—along with Camden, Lachlan and his girlfriend, Isobel.

At first, Camden and Lachlan had used every possible opportunity to grill Sy but eventually they either gave up or decided he wasn’t so bad and they turned their focus back to catching up with Leah.

Killian was in the middle of telling a story about some girl he’d been seeing when Sy’s phone rang. He frowned as he saw the video call request, briefly hesitating whether or not to ignore it, but he eventually decided he should take the call.

“Sorry,” he kissed Leah’s temple as he stood, “itʼs my sister. Iʼll be inside.”

The cabin was surprisingly well insulated, the sound of the music being nearly completely muffled as he closed the door behind him.

“Hey Liv.”

His sister didn’t return his greeting, jumping right into what she had to say.

“I called mama to know what night we should come over for family dinner and she said you’d gone chasin’ after some girl! Ya didn’t think to say goodbye?”

The old couch in the lounge area creaked as Sy’s weight sank into the cushions.

“To be honest, I didn’t think you’d notice. Ya didn’t mention y’all were plannin’ on comin’ by again.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” 

Sy winced at what could only be described as a high pitched squawk. He wasn’t sure why she was so offended. If anything, he was the one who should have an issue with her.

“The other night y’all were only there for like two hours before goin’ home and ya said maybe three full sentences to me in that time.”

Olivia’s mouth dropped open as she scoffed. “It was a school night and the kids had homework.”

“Ya couldn’t have maybe written the teacher a note explainin’ that their uncle was back on American soil for the first time in years and that they could catch up on schoolwork another time?”

Sy didn’t know much about kids and schoolwork but he was pretty sure they could have played the returning hero card if they’d wanted to. Didn’t schools still say the pledge of allegiance every morning? And if not, how much trouble could they really be in for not doing their homework? The oldest wasn’t even ten years old yet.

“They can’t just skip homework, education is the most important thing at their age.”

It was Sy’s turn to scoff.

“Don’t I fuckin’ know it. I’ve been comin’ second fiddle to your education since the day I was born.”

“That’s not true.”

Sy suddenly snapped, not managing to keep his cool any longer.

“Isn’t it?” he half shouted. “Do you know how many teachers I had that were excited to have me as a student until they realized I was the Syverson sisters’ dumb younger brother? Do ya know how humiliatin’ it is to be the only seven year-old in your class who can barely fuckin’ read? No, ya don’t ‘cause whenever I came to ask either of y’all for help, Abi was always out readin’ in the garden and you were yellin’ at me to get outta your room.”

Just like that, Olivia went from combative to defensive.

“That’s not fair. I was eleven, it wasn’t my job to play teacher.”

“No, you’re right, it wasn’t your job. As for fair? Is it fair that after barely showin’ me the time of day ya call me up to yell at me ‘cause I decided to go after somethin’ I want instead of puttin’ everyone else first for once in my fuckin’ life?”

“Ya can’t be that self-absorbed. When have ya ever had to put anyone else above yourself?”

Sy counted out on his fingers as he spoke.

“When I was six and ask my friend’s older brother to fake mama’s signature on my failed tests so that she could focus on takin’ care of two newborns instead of worryin’ about me. When I enlisted at eighteen so that our parents would have one less mouth to feed while they worked to put you and Abi through college. When I gave up on buyin’ my own place to help pay Jackson and Austin’s tuition and all four of your weddings. Where the fuck do you think our parents got thirty-five hundred dollars for your designer dress?”

Olivia’s face fell as she realized he wasn’t talking out of his ass.

“I— I thought that with mama goin’ back to work full-time and daddy’s promotion—”

“Mama’s a file clerk in the county records office and pops is a shift supervisor at a warehouse. Ya really think that’s enough to save over a hundred grand in less than ten years? ‘Cause that’s how much I’ve sent them.”

“Ya shoulda told me,” she whispered as she sank down on her pristine white leather couch.

“Why? Would ya have treated me differently if ya’d known? I shouldn’t have to pay ya to give a shit, Olivia.”

“I do give a shit! Itʼs just kinda hard to get along when you’re never here. Ya may have helped pay for our weddings but ya werenʼt there. You left us, not the other way around.”

“Iʼve got better shit to do than sit here and listen to ya have a tantrum. Say goodbye to the kids for me.”

“I hope sheʼs worth it,” she spit right before ending the call.

The sound of footsteps coming down the hall alerted Sy to the fact that he wasn’t alone. He looked up to see Caleb holding out a fresh bottle of beer. He must have been in the bathroom when Sy moved inside.

“How much of that did ya hear?”

“Basically all of it. It’s a small place, sorry man.”

“Honestly, that fight was a long time comin’. It was bound to happen at the most inconvenient time.”

To Sy’s surprise, Caleb fell into the seat across from him. He hadn’t planned on discussing the subject any further but it seemed the younger man had other ideas.

After a long moment of silent staring, Caleb finally spoke.

“You’re fucking perfect for each other, you know that?”

Sy wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting him to say but it sure as hell hadn’t been that. Feeling a little more at ease, he leaned back and finally took a sip of the cold beer.

“How do you figure that?”

“You’re basically the same, except that you had two really different upbringings.” Caleb looked over at the wall which was filled with happy family photos. One of them showed Caleb at what must have been his high school graduation. Another showed Leah half-way up some mountain she was climbing. Another was of the two of them with a man who was the spitting image of the both of them. Sy continued his perusal as Caleb began listing his observations.

“She wasn’t as strong as me in school despite trying really hard. For a long time after dad died she basically made herself invisible because she didn’t want to distract me. When she enlisted, she made me take her half of the inheritance so that I could pay for med school.”

Caleb was right. They were more similar than either of them had ever noticed.

“I wasn’t sure about you. It’s hard to accept that my baby sister is getting involved with a guy who’s not only a decade older—”

“Nine years, actually.”

Caleb smirked, shaking his head.

“A man who’s both almost a decade older and her superior but… I think you’re exactly what she needs because you’ll understand her. I think she’ll always want to put you first and that you’ll do the same for her.”

“Yeah, I will.”

Standing, Caleb clapped Sy once on the shoulder. “Just make sure you keep her alive and happy or I’m gonna show you that Leah’s not the only one who picked up a thing or two from our dad.”

Sy couldn’t help but smile. He believed with one-hundred percent certainty that Caleb would, in fact, follow through with his threat and the only thing it did was warm his heart.

“You know,” Sy stood to follow him out, “she doesn’t make the keepin’ her alive part easy. She’s fuckin’ stubborn as a mule and acts like she’s got nine lives.”

Caleb had one hand on the door, pausing before he pulled it open.

“Yeah, I do know. It was my job for four years. Why do you think I needed five other guys to help me take care of her? Tag, you’re it.”

The two men were laughing as they stepped outside, Sy making his way back to Leah’s side. Most people had joined the dancing but it seemed she was either uninterested or she was waiting for him to get back.

A familiar beat began to play over the speakers and a few of the guys were immediately hyped.

“Ooh!”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re far too kind!”

As Caleb and a guy he knew from the hospital began singing along, Sy realized the lyrics were wrong. He returned to Leah’s side, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. “What the hell is this?”

“It’s Encore by Jay-Z mixed with Numb by Linkin Park.”

As he thought about it, it wasn’t that strange of a mix. He’d never been a big fan of hip hop but he found that it worked over the beat.

“Yo Caleb!” one guy called from the crowd of people. “Run it back, run it back.” The dancers parted to let him and his girlfriend through. “Killer! Get your ass over here!”

Leah vigorously shook her head no, trying to wave him off. “No way. V, this is your dance.”

The woman, who Sy now remembered had introduced herself as Valentina and her boyfriend as Victor, pulled Leah up from her seat.

“It’s yours too and it’s not nearly as fun with a pregnant partner who can’t do half the moves. Go make his night, I’ll keep your man company.”

Victor’s girlfriend dropped down across from Sy who tried not to think too hard about how much he liked being called Leah’s man.

“How do you know Leah again?”

“Me, Vic and Leah were in the same performing arts program in high school. I got hurt two months before our final performance and Leah offered to sub for me since she was a year younger and wasn’t doing the senior showcase.”

Vic dragged Leah out to the makeshift dance floor and Caleb started the song again from the beginning. Everyone gave them space as Vic began leading Leah through a routine that Sy guessed might be tango mixed with more modern styles.

It was clear Leah was not as skilled as Vic but she seemed to remember the routine well enough, jumping for the lifts and following along to the fast footwork. They were dancing close together—intimately close—but Sy wasn’t jealous at all. He could tell by the expression on her face that Leah was having fun and nothing more. Vic kept his hands in safe territory, never straying from her back or thigh unlike when he’d danced with his girlfriend earlier.

Out of nowhere one of the single girls took the chair at the end of the table and leaned in to catch Valentina’s attention.

“Are you seriously okay with her grinding all over your boyfriend like that?” She huffed, shooting a dirty look over at Leah. “I don’t know why everyone is so hung up, I swear even the girls are drooling over her.”

Valentina was stunned silent but Isobel jumped in without a second of hesitation. 

“Tammy, you’re new around here so maybe you hadn’t realized this yet but if you’re looking to get with someone, whining over the fact that Leah’s getting more attention than you is a bad way to do it. I can guarantee that any guy here would drop you like a hot potato if Leah came calling, not because they want her in their bed but because they respect the fuck out of that girl and love her even more. If you can’t handle that then I suggest you find somewhere else to be.”

Tammy sat there, mouth agape. She looked at each guy in turn as if expecting one of them to come to her defense but none of them said a single word. Seeming to realize she’d just screwed her chances with every available guy present, she threw her purse over her shoulder and stormed off.

The strange remix song had ended and the couples returned to dancing as they’d been before Vic interrupted them. He and Leah walked back to the table together where Vic wrapped his arms around Valentina from behind and cupped her belly. If he had to hazard a guess, Sy would have said she was about five months along—far enough that she was noticeably pregnant. Sy looked away, feeling like an intruder in their intimate moment.

“Do you dance?” Leah asked, gulping down a few sips of water as she caught her breath.

“Not like that.”

Leah only laughed, motioning for Sy to get up from his seat. “I barely dance like that.” Reaching out a hand for him to take, she walked backwards as she led Sy towards the other dancers.

“I’d never really danced until I offered to help Vic.”

Her statement took Sy by surprise. He would not have been able to follow that choreography as a new dancer much less perform it at a showcase with only two months of practice.

“Then why’d ya offer to sub for Valentina?”

Nibbling on her lip, Leah looked almost embarrassed. “Because growing up I watched a lot of dance movies and I wanted to be just like those girls except I was too busy with martial arts and learning the best ways of skinning a deer.”

It was the first time Sy had ever heard Leah express anything but complete happiness with the way she’d grown up. He could understand how it might feel like a betrayal of her father who’d done everything for her. As much as she might look like a tomboy, she had a more feminine side hidden away as evidenced by the outfit she was wearing. He was willing to bet that his mama would be more than happy to have a little bit of girl time with Leah and give her all the motherly love she was missing growing up.

Leah wrapped her arms around Sy’s neck and his hands easily found her hips. A slower hip hop song began to play, giving him the perfect excuse to hold her close though he tried to keep things PG considering she had a half dozen pseudo big brothers around.

“What about you, where’d you learn to dance?”

“When I started goin’ to bars I was told girls like a guy who can dance. And that line dancing didn’t count.”

Leah let out an exaggerated gasp. “I’d take a guy who can dance to Fake ID over a guy who can tango any day.”

“Guess I’m in luck then.”

Her face lit up with excitement and she immediately ordered Sy to pull his phone out of his pocket, making grabby hands as she did. She’d explained earlier that they’d set it up a Spotify playlist so that everyone could contribute a handful of their favorite songs and they would play on shuffle throughout the night to keep things fair. Leah found the song she was looking for and queued it so that it would be the next one to play.

Fake ID was not a known line dance. Most people only learned it if they were big fans of the Footloose remake. It was harder to learn than most since it had a longer series of steps to remember before it repeated. Then there was the fact that it was fast-paced and was hard to pick up on the spot.

Sy’d learned it for his brother Jax’s wedding so that he could surprise his bride with a big dance performance but, in the end, Sy hadn’t been able to make it home. He’d look like a dumbass following the YouTube tutorial led by the movie’s choreographers in the barracks but he’d really been hoping to make his brother happy.

When the song came on, there was a round of cheers from the girls. Like a well rehearsed routine, the pairs came apart and everyone fell into place by forming two lines—one for the guys and one for the girls. Leah kept her eyes on Sy, watching him follow the steps as if he’d done the dance a hundred times before.

Giggling with the girls around her, Leah had a broad smile plastered on her face. She moved with confidence, hitting every mark and looking damn good doing it.

Just before the bridge one of the girls shot her a wink and tipped her chin towards Sy. He didn’t realize the wink actually meant anything until the song slowed its pace and all the girls turned towards the line of men who had all stopped dancing and instead begun walking backwards as the girls strut towards them looking like hungry felines. It was obviously something they had practiced before, twirling and shaking their hips as they kept their eyes on their boyfriends. The onlookers whooped and hollered at the sexy display before them.

Leah was giving off the strongest fuck me vibes he’d ever seen—so strong he almost missed the last chorus starting up again, causing him to jump back into the dance a few steps behind the other men.

When the song came to its end, it was followed by She Doesn’t Mind by Sean Paul. Despite the odd change of pace, it was a perfect follow up to the previous song because all the boys dragged their girls flush to them. Caleb had found himself a partner in one of the single girls who’d scored an invite and was completely absorbed by her. It was a good thing because the way Leah turned her back to Sy and ground her ass against him was downright salacious.

“What do I gotta do to get ya all to myself for a while?” he murmured just loud enough for her to overhear over the music. She looked back at him over her shoulder, biting her lip.

“Go get a couple of drinks and meet me around the front.”

Leah reluctantly pulled away, heading inside as Sy watched her walk away. He collected a few beers as well as two sports drinks. He was not the type to tell a woman when she’d had enough but he also didn’t want Leah blackout drunk for whatever came next so he preferred having the option along just in case.

When he walked around to the front, Leah had retrieved her backpack from the bedroom and was stuffing something inside. She held out a hand for the drinks, dropping them in the bag and zipping it up.

“Where are we goin’?”

Leah smirked as she straightened. “Up.”

Sy’s gaze moved up the facade of the cabin all the way to the roof. “What is it with you and rooftops?”

“It started because I liked climbing things that weren’t supposed to be climbed. I kept it up because it was a good way to escape and clear my head.”

Leah jumped up, catching the rafter with both hands. She lifted her legs, hooking one knee over her opposite elbow and using the hold to free the weight from her other hand. Catching the vertical post, she switched her footing again to plant down on the bottom rafter and heave her other leg over the rooftop. Sy was too impressed by her skills for his attention to linger on the flash of skin caused by the movement of the skirt of her dress.

“You know I’m not gonna be able to do all that.”

Leah laughed as she reached a hand out. Sy raised the bag over his head, not wanting her to reach down and lose her balance as she gave him instructions. “Just do a muscle up and lift your leg onto the beam.”

“Why didn’t you do that?”

“Because the other way looked cooler.”

“You sure this old thing will hold my weight?”

“I could get you a ladder if you don’t think you can climb.”

That was the perfect thing to say to get him to stop asking questions and start climbing. It was lucky that his five day break was the longest he’d gone without a workout in over ten years. He did as suggested, easily pushing himself over the beam.

The porche’s frame was a triangular shape with a wooden beam going from the center of the main beam to the peak and two more going outward at an angle. He planted a foot and caught the center beam like Leah had and hefted his weight over the edge. He was much less graceful as he rolled onto the roof but at least he didn’t break his face.

Getting down would be much easier since the lowest point of the angled roof was only about eight feet off the ground.

Leah had unrolled a thick wool blanket above where the stone chimney sat, presumably so that they wouldn’t risk slipping off. It was by the front of the house where the living room was so they were out of sight from the people out back.

“I can see why you like this,” Sy said, stretching out on the blanket next to Leah and looking up at the unobstructed view of the night sky. It reminded him of summers back home in Georgia.

Without the trees’ protection from the wind or the fire, it was much colder but it seemed Leah had planned for everything. Pulling a second blanket over them both, Leah stretched out halfway over Sy with her head resting on his chest.

“I’ve never brought anyone here before.”

“What, ya never dated anyone who could do a muscle up?”

Leah shifted to put a hand on his chest and laid her chin over top. “I meant the cabin in general but you might actually be right about the muscle up thing.”

Sy folded his arm behind his head, propping himself up so he could meet her gaze. His gorgeous blue eyes were normally framed with dark circles and frown lines, a consequence of the hard lifestyle he led, but now his expression was softer, filled with fondness.

“Good. Ya looked fuckin’ sexy out there tonight, I don’t like the idea of anyone else gettin’ to see my girl like that. This outfit has been drivin’ me crazy all night.” His hand found her thigh, threatening to slip under her dress.

Until she met Sy, Leah had never thought she would find possessiveness attractive but his statement lit a spark of excitement within her. It was the same feeling she got whenever he praised her or said the words ‘good girl’. It was just another thing to add to the list of conflicting feelings she had towards sex.

She didn’t have much experience but she was pretty sure that made her submissive in some way though she wasn’t sure how that made any sense. Her knowledge of the subject was limited to what she’d read in books and those dom/sub relationships had all heavily revolved around sex.

“Hey…” Sy’s fingers tracing Leah’s brow pulled her out of her head. “Where’d you go just now? Your entire body went stiff as a board.” As if to prove his point, Sy put his hands on the back of her neck, using gentle pressure to knead the tension from her muscles. “Did I do something wrong?”

She hated that his honest question made her feel guilty for causing him to worry. That was another thing Leah had never realized until she met Sy. Her previous relationships had messed her up more than she ever thought they had. 

“Leah, look at me.” That was his ‘captain’ voice—low and assertive. Leah had no choice but to obey. “You made me a promise,” he reminded her.

“No,” Leah licked her lips before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Hoping he was reading her body language correctly, Sy slid his hand from Leah’s nape to her throat. He didn’t apply any pressure, only keeping a light hold that could easily be broken.

“You like when I call ya mine?”

She swallowed thickly, her throat moving against his palm before nodding.

Keeping his hand in place but being careful not to jostle her, Sy rolled Leah onto her back. 

They were nose to nose as he spoke. “I got the impression you were in a particular mood earlier when you offered to let me check your panties. Am I right?”

“Yeah.”

“You still feeling the same way?”

“Yes.”

Getting to his knee, Sy took the blanket from where it had fallen as he flipped Leah over and quickly folded it up to tuck it under her as a pillow. He planted his hands on either side of her head, holding his body off her.

“Do you wanna take orders like a good girl or would you rather take the lead?”

“The first one.”

“Okay, then I need you to tell me exactly what you want. Where I can touch you, how much clothing comes off, how far you want to go.”

Sy was pleased that Leah took a few seconds to reflect on her answer, giving him confidence that she wasn’t pushing herself past her limits to please him.

“Clothes can fully come off. Legs, ass and everything above the belt is safe to touch however you enjoy. I’m not sure about oral but hands for sure.”

Lowering himself down, Sy placed a series of kisses down her jaw. “Thank you.”

Leah turned her head, capturing Sy’s lips in a sensual kiss. When she began to lift the hem of his shirt, Sy caught her wrist.

“Don’t wait for me to check in to tell me you don’t like something. You’re trustin' me to stick to your limits and I’m trustin' you to tell me if they change.” Sitting back on his haunches, he let go of her wrist. “Take my shirt off.”

The cold wasn’t a concern for Sy but he didn’t know if his body heat would be enough to keep Leah warm so he didn’t want to undress her just yet.

She didn’t seem in a rush either, studying his body as her fingers explored his skin. Unlike the first time she’d touched his stomach, her touch didn’t cause anxiety to spark in his chest. He hadn’t expected for it to feel freeing for her to know the story behind his scars and for her to accept it but it was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

When Leah sat up, Sy expected for her to pull her dress off but, instead, she slid a hand to the small of his back, holding him close as she placed gentle pecks along his collar bone. Her movements were tender, almost reverent as she worked her way over both shoulders before moving up to tease his neck with open-mouthed kisses.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on the receiving end of this kind of affection. Maybe even never.

It felt amazing. How had he made it over fourteen years without ever realizing his neck was that sensitive?

The soft scratch of her teeth as she nipped his throat pulled an audible groan from him, leading her to move her hand up to hold him in place as she repeated the action with more force. His head fell to the side in a silent message for her to do with him as she pleased so she took the opportunity to lock her lips over his pulse point and suck.

Eyes tightly shut, Sy relished the slight sting of his blood being drawn to the surface. With how badly his cock was throbbing, it was hard to imagine there was even any left to leave a mark but when Leah finally lifted her head, she made a pleased sound at the sight of the newly formed hickey.

“You like seein’ your mark on me, baby?” Sy’s hands gripped both of her thighs, possessively kneading her flesh. “You like knowin’ that I’m yours as much as you’re mine?”

For someone who was not normally a big talker, Sy was surprisingly proficient at dirty talk. It was still quite tame all things considered but it still made her heart race.

“Yes.”

Looking down at her spread legs, Sy caught sight of the black lines poking out from the skirt of Leah’s dress.

“Lay back,” he ordered, taking a moment to undo his pants and give himself a bit of relief. “It’s my turn.”

Her breath hitched as she obeyed both from the arousal brought on by his command and the worry of what Sy might do next.

Sensing the shift in her body, Sy made his intentions clear. “I want to see your tattoos up close. I wanna memorize how each one fits your curves just right.”

He dragged the hem of her dress upwards, pausing only long enough for Leah to lift her hips and allow the fabric to pool around her stomach.

With the clear night sky and the distant glow of the bonfire, Sy could clearly see the intricate patterns dancing across Leah’s creamy skin, only obstructed by her underwear.

“Can you take these off for me, darlin’?”

She’d already said that clothing could fully come off but he was about to get up close and personal with her thighs and he didn’t want her to feel over-exposed. He was giving her the option to refuse but she didn’t take it, simply working them down her legs at what felt like a torturously slow pace.

Sy could see the glistening of her arousal at her apex and he made a mental note to ask her about that later. She’d been clear the night before that she wouldn’t want Sy to reciprocate if they did something intimate but she hadn’t said if that meant that she didn’t want to come at all or simply not by his hand.

For now, he turned his focus back to his task and traced her ink with his lips. Once he finished exploring her right leg, he moved to her other side, being mindful not to touch the fresh tattoo with his hands or his mouth. The last thing he wanted was for it to get infected and cause problems once they got back.

“Fuck babygirl, you are so goddamn beautiful,” he mumbled as he pushed the dress higher and made his way up Leah’s stomach, seeking out her final tattoo. “Nothing I imagined over the last months even came close to the real thing.”

With her dress completely removed and her bra following soon after, Leah was left in only her long socks and the look was way sexier than it had any right to be. It somehow simultaneously looked innocent and dirty and Sy couldn’t help picturing Leah kneeling for him in that same outfit.

He’d never ventured into BDSM further than giving the occasional order during sex but if Leah was amenable, he’d take great pleasure in learning what they both liked.

As Sy gazed down at Leah with obvious adoration, all Leah could think was how lucky she was. She wanted to express her happiness but her stupid feelings left a giant lump in her throat and the words just wouldn’t come so instead she tugged on Sy’s beard and brought his lips to hers.

It was nothing like the gentle caress they’d previously shared. This kiss was dirty and frantic like they were both afraid that the other would disappear at any moment.

Needing to give his aching dick some relief, Sy palmed his crotch over his underwear but it only seemed to make him more desperate.

“What should I do with this, baby?” he asked when they both took a second to catch their breaths. “You wanna watch me get myself off or do you wanna help?”

“Help.”

“Then take me out,” he growled, removing his hand to lift his body into a push-up position.

Leah slid his underwear and jeans over the curve of his ass. When she couldn’t reach any farther, she pushed them the rest of the way down with her foot. They got caught around his ankles since neither of them had taken the time to remove their shoes but it was good enough.

Sy could have wept when Leah finally wrapped her hand around his erection. Despite coming just a few hours earlier, Sy already felt like he was teetering on the edge and about to tip over at any moment.

Forehead to forehead, they both watched with rapt attention as Leah’s hand moved up and down his shaft. Then, in a completely unexpected but immensely arousing move, took her hand away just long enough to collect the wetness that pooled at her entrance and use it as lube.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot.”

His head fell to the crook of her neck, his hot breath fanning her skin as he panted. With Sy’s shoulder presented so nicely, Leah didn’t think twice before sinking her teeth in the defined muscle. Cute aggression was a real thing. Tangling his fingers in her hair to keep her in place, Sy released a deep groan. 

It took all of thirty seconds afterwards for thick ropes of cum to paint Leah’s stomach. Sy’s entire body shivered as the pleasure coursed through him, the hand on his cock not stopping until it milked every last drop of his release.

Feeling boneless, Sy rolled onto his side before he collapsed over Leah and crushed her under his significantly heavier weight.

“Give me a second and I’ll find something to clean ya up.”

He needed to recover from the out-of-body experience brought on by that orgasm because he had never come so hard in his entire fucking life. 

“There’s baby wipes in the bag.”

Sy huffed a laugh. “Life of a soldier.”

Reaching behind him, Sy retrieved the bag and found the plastic packet at the very bottom along with meal replacement bars, a knife, a flint and a paracord bracelet.

“What kind of kinky shit did you have planned for us up here?” he teased, pulling out one of the wipes and diligently cleaning Leah’s stomach and chest.

“That’s my cabin bag,” she defended, “those things are always in there.” She had to admit that with a bit of creativity,  those items would, indeed, make for some kinky love-making.

“Hand,” he requested as he pulled a fresh wipe from the pack.

Once he had finished with Leah, Sy took care of himself and set the soiled wipes aside to be dealt with later. He pulled his pants back up but left his shirt off for the moment. 

Leah followed his lead, redressing before pulling their drinks out of the bag.

“How long have we got before they come lookin' for ya?”

“They won’t really be looking for us unless one of them is about to leave but I’d like to go spend a bit more time with them before the evening is over.”

“Of course,” Sy agreed, shuffling around so he sat with Leah between his legs and wrapped them both in the soft blanket.

They stayed that way until they had finished their beers then Leah showed Sy the best foot holds on the stone chimney to help them climb down a few feet before having to jump the rest of the way.

Valentina shot Leah a knowing wink as they rejoined the dancers while the boys glared at Sy when they noticed his neck but none of them attempted to punch him in the face so he considered it a win

There were only a few people left by the time the fire had almost fully died down, most of the people having carpooled to have a designated driver. Everyone had pitched in to clean the yard so all that was left to do was load the speakers back into Camden’s car and fold up the remaining lawn chairs that had been arranged around the fire pit.

The music’s volume had been lowered to serve as background sound for the quiet conversation. Leah was falling asleep on Sy’s lap, bundled in one of his hoodies, but she refused to go to bed until all her friends had gone home.  In the end, Sy had to carry a sleeping Leah to bed under Caleb’s watchful eye.

Out of habit, Sy walked Caleb to his car as if it were his own home. Before getting in, he offered Sy his hand to shake.

“I was planning on meeting Leah for lunch next week. I hope you can join us.”

Sy clasped Caleb’s hand in his. “I’ll be there.”

Chapter 24

[canaidliafail]

Art lines

ellie x f!reader 🌿

cw: Ellie is lowkey a perv and unhinged and a very obsessive artist // obsessed with you in an artistic way sort of.

I had to get this idea out of my head. Don’t judge me

🔞 MDI🔞

I pretended you were mine, it made me calm babe

••••

The charcoal melted on the rough engre papers and molded into one even shape. Line carved after line etched into a sketch of you.

through that image she felt like she could touch your skin, every plush curve and every bony angle. she took a few steps back to study the proportions scrunching her nose and squinting her eyes, then she moved back close again and got back to her pace losing herself in her art

She felt your naked arms wrap around her exposed neck, lurring her away from her paintings and pulling her into a gentle embrace that soon turned sensual. You nibbled on her ear and she let out a soft moan walking backwards and falling deeper in your arms.

You slid one hand in her pants beneath her underwear and pressed over her heat with the pads of your fingers earning a whimper that turned into a deep moan vibrating through her throat once you pushed deeper, between her folds feeling how wet she was

“Oh ells, so ready for me”

“fuck yeah” she said in a hushed whisper feeling you tease and circle her clit with your fingers with slow gentle movements

“You are so filthy baby”

you cooed in her ear and slid the other hand beneath her shirt feeling her chest and rounding one hand on her nipple, pinching it and teasing it with trained patience

“and you are such a tease” she huffed out in struggle

“Walking around campus in that short fucking skirt”

“You like that one don't you? I see how you look at my ass every time I wear it” you said and pushed one digit in, fingering her now, getting rougher, wanting to be one with her

“It drives me fucking mad” she confessed and as she chased her release her knees gave out on her and she fell on the floor without you there to catch her

her fingers started moving at a faster pace until she came completely undone on her hand. She was sweating and panting in anger. in despair. in longing

she pulled her hand out of her pants and looked at her sticky hands coated in her slick. Her eyes moved up to see the sketch of you taunting her. Mocking her disheveled and pathetic state

“why…”

she whispered and slowly got up walking towards the artwork with heavy steps

“why won’t you look at me”

she growled and smeared the charcoal with her stained hand, cum mixing with paint and slowly drying on the abused paper

[hopefulidiocy]

Face Paint

Professor Lupin x brattyreader

Warnings: PURE SMUT!!! pure filth, no plot, just sex sex sex

CONTEXT: hermione, Fred and George, Ron and Harry and all the rest are all in their seventh year also, I changed it cuz I want them to be besties with y/n

Word count: 1k

Ages of the characters: Lupin is 28, OC is 19!! This is NOT a grooming story, this is two consenting adults.

❤️‍🔥I recommend listening to “Die For You” by The Weeknd❤️‍🔥

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Listening to Professor Lupin speak always turned you on, your seat slippery when you jumped down after class. You always gave him a twinkling wave, your small fingers moving and he always gave a stern nod back but you knew the second you turned your back he was going to shut the door using his wandless magic. He would muffle the room using his spells, grab your hand and pull you into his office, doing unspeakable things to you against his bookcase, his sofa, his squeaky chair, his bed and by no means was this love making because it wasn’t. That wasn’t your deal.

You wake up, groggy and sore from the way Lupin treated you last night. Your legs almost crumbling under your body as you step into the shower to watch and scrub and hopefully try to erase the marks from last night that Lupin gave you with his teeth and hot mouth. You shudder, remembering his tongue lapping over your neck, you moaned softly under your breath as his fingers buried themselves in your core, reaching higher and higher until you fell onto the floor almost in tears at the way his fingers curled and brought you to your end. His laughter filtered through the air from the past, he didn’t even fuck you properly. He just left you there, on the ground and walked off to his next lesson. You had to clean yourself up with weak knees and sweaty hair.

As the hot strokes of water runs through your long hair, you had the sudden thought to tease him all day today, flirt with boys and do things that would make him so angry and he couldn’t do anything about it. You dry your hair, stark naked and catching a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the glass and seeing the old scarring and yellowing bruises from Lupin’s sadistic actions.

“Hey! You almost done?” Hermione slams her hand on the door. You run to unlock the bathroom door, towel snatched around your body and you see your wild haired best friend looking at you angrily from her eyebrows. “You took ages. I smell like shit and need a shower! We only have half an hour before breakfast begins.” She barges past you and quickly undresses, not caring that you’re still in the room because you both have seen everything of each other. You dry yourself and walk into your dorm naked, not caring about who sees because at the end of the day you’re all girls. Your wardrobe sits, awaiting your choice of the day and you know exactly what you’re wearing.

You pull out a grey short skirt that hardly hides your ass and a tight white shirt that pulls over your curves, a loose tie hanging on your neck and your hair tied up in two braids. You look at yourself in the mirror, turning around to see your ass cheeks slightly peeking through under your skirt. You’re satisfied that this will send shivers down your secret fuck buddy’s spine. To make matters worse, you use a pink plumping lip gloss to make your big lips pop even further than usual which Lupin goes crazy for. Hermione comes out and wolf whistles.

“Woweeee, y/n! Who are you trying to impress?” She giggles, slapping your ass and dressing herself in her usual modest uniform with a grey cardigan cover. You opt out for any form of cover except your Gryffindor robes, which you plan to keep off you at all times in front of Lupin.

“Holy fuck.” George mutters as he sees you sensually walk down the steps from your dorm into the common room. “Look at the size of her tits.” He says to Fred, who is equally as stunned. Everyone in Gryffindor knows that you like to shine and promote your body but no one has ever seen you wear your uniform in such a slutty way. But they loved it. Fred had to pull his sweater down further to stop the boner from poking out. You swan past the boys, expecting them to follow you and Hermione is absolutely loving it. She links your arms together as you basically skip towards the Grand Hall where chatter and grumpy laughter float through from behind the doors. You’re the first to open the door in your group, and the doors creak open and everyone turns to look and dropping their jaws when they see you. But you ignore it. You ignore everyone as you look towards the teachers table. Lupin hasn’t noticed you yet, he’s too busy chatting with Snape and you’re fine with that because he’s going to have a shock when he sees you.

You swing your legs around the bench, next to George on one side and next to Fred on the other. Sensually, you reach over, bending over slightly to get a baguette. Fred sneaks a peek up your skirt and hitches at the sight of your lacy red thong that Lupin absolutely loves.

“So, Freddie.” You say, slathering your baguette in butter. “What’s your first class?” You already knew this but you had to take your chance that Lupin could hear your sweet voice flutter through the air to his wolfy ears.

“Um.” He cleared his throat at first, his eyes flicking over your body. “Herbology.” He wiped his hand over his nose and diverted his eyes towards Harry in front of him, diving into an awkward conversation. Your eyes reach up towards the teachers table, Lupin is looking at you and burning a hole through your body as his hand tightly grips onto his fork; you send him an innocent smile and his eyes narrow, not giving you a smile back. His face a look of thunder and desire all in one. You look away, flicking your braids over your shoulders and tentatively nibbling on the end of your bread, your lips bulging over the end of it and Lupin practically rushes to his feet causing Snape to look up at him with a grimace.

“Professor!” Harry exclaimed as he walks past, Lupin turns dramatically, his eyes landing firstly on you and then on Harry, his eyes softening.

“Harry. How are you?” You roam over his body and see a bulge under his robes, you smile and look at him innocently and you see he’s fighting not to look back as he has a boring conversation with Harry. You flick your braid and turn to George.

“George have you cut your hair?” You reach out and pull a strand around your index finger, sending a shiver down his spine. A burning sensation scorches you, you know Lupin is looking and George is simply unaware, just thankful he’s getting attention from the girl beside him.

~

At the end of the day, you began to walk to your final class with Professor Lupin, your hips swinging wildly as he snarls at you when you walk in.

“Afternoon, Professor.” You say sweetly, like butter wouldn’t melt. He doesn’t say anything, he simply ignores you and begins his class. You sit there, acting dumb and chewing on the end of your pen, your lips plumping around it as you stare at your books and then look up; your eyes wide as you feign confusion. You raise your pretty hand.

“Professor Lupin?” You say his name as innocently as possibly. His expression darkens as his head slowly swivels to you, you beckon him over with one index finger and he hesitantly walks towards you his face confused. Hermione doesn’t look up from her studies as Lupin leans on your desk. “I don’t understand, sir.” You knew that word would drive him crazy, especially when he can’t do anything in a classroom full of students.

“What don’t you understand?” His voice sounds normal to everyone else but to you, you knew there was a dark undertone to it.

“Wait… actually never mind, Professor. I can ask Draco to help me.” You send him a sweet smile and he growls so quietly you swear it didn’t happen, he hasn’t left the desk and you look up to see his expression angry. He purses his lips and taps the desk, leaving you alone in your seat. You continue to suck on the end of your pen, looking at him naively as the rest of the class study silently. He gives a head shake, patting his thighs and instantly your core is shaken and you know he’s telling you that’s where you’re going to be tonight. You try to hide a smile and look down, your thong suddenly damp.

“Okay, class! Time is over. Please have your essays on my desk by next Mondays lesson.” He announces. You begin to pack up your books into your bag, screeching the chair as you back up against it. Hermione turns to you.

“What’s the plan for tonight then?” She questions, the two of you walking towards the door.

“Miss L/N! Please can I have a word?” Lupin calls, Hermione makes a gesture that she will wait but you tell her to go ahead without you. As you turn back into the room, the door slam shook the room - Lupin looks at you from behind his desk, his face hard and cruel. You feign innocence and place your hands on your hips, dipping your knee and cocking your head.

“Yes, Professor Lupin?” You smile. He starts laughing manically and shaking his head. He doesn’t say a word, all he does is slam his desk which instantly beckons you over. You’re on the opposite side of his desk, you lean on your hands, pressing your breasts together and smiling. “Did I do something wrong?” He launches forward and wraps his hand around your neck, pulling you to his face, his breath warm and fuzzy as it travels around you.

“You know exactly what you did, Y/N.” He says through his teeth. “Come here.” He demands, pushing back his chair and waiting for you to take your place on his lap. You sway your hips as you set both legs on either side of his, your arms on his shoulders. He sends a shockingly hard slap to your back side and you squeal.

“I want you to do that again.” Your voice is suddenly soft, your confidence dying away under his hot gaze. He chuckles and wipes his chin with his hand.

“You don’t get to demand what you want. Not after today.” Suddenly, he flips you so that you’re lying on his lap, ass up. “Wearing this slutty short skirt and talking to boys, as if I wouldn’t mind it, stupid girl.” His gentle fingers run down your ass and to the rim of your skirt, he roughly pulls it up and it bunches around your waist and he lets out a whistle at the sight of your red panties that hug your ass perfectly. His palms roam around until landing a stinging slap on it. “Wearing these tiny panties for me, huh?” He laughs darkly, sending another slam on it and you squeal out, your fingers gripping the edge of his desk. He reaches down and plants a loving kiss on your ass before yanking them down to your knees. Suddenly, the cold air of the room hit your bare ass and you shiver under the heat of Lupin and the freezing cold air that journeys around the room. He slaps it again and then two fingers trace the curve of your ass, then reaches your core and you’re instantly embarrassed about how wet you are. He gives you a condescending coo as his finger tips send a stripe down your slit. “Already so wet for me and I haven’t done anything to you yet.”

Your core begins to ache as his fingers teasingly rub your clit and then removing them. He was not going to go easy on you and you swear you became wetter at the mere thought of being a mess after this session. You forget all about making him pay for last night. In one swift movement, he picks you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he speed runs into his office and slams your back against the shut door. His lips travel over your neck and your collarbone, sucking at the soft skin to leave a mark to claim you and make people know that you’re claimed by someone. It turns him on to know that boys stay away from you because of the claimants on your neck and collarbone. His large hands rip at your shirt, completely ruining it. The buttons fly off and drop on the floor as your red bra is revealed; he pulls back, his gaze alone is enough to make you melt to the floor.

“Why did you stop?” You pant, feeling his gaze over you like a hawk catching its prey.

“You think you deserve anything after the stunt you pulled today?” He folds his arms and you know he wants you to drop to your knees and beg for his cock. His eyes quickly fall to the floor and back up to your face. You lower yourself on the floor, your knees resting on the soft carpet and you look up from under your eyelashes and his breathing hitches.

“I want your cock in my mouth, sir. My mouth needs to be filled with all of you. Please, I’ll do anything.” His lips tug into a smile as he slowly unclasps his belt, his slacks falling in a bundle at his ankles. Your hands reach out to palm the large bulge in his boxers. Every time you are surprised at his length, and worried that you might not be able to fit it all in but every time you find a way to bury him inside of you like you need it to survive.

“You’re so fucking needy, aren’t you?” He grabs your chin and forces your head up. “I want you to look at me whilst I fill your mouth. Understood?” You nod wordlessly but that earns a harder grip on your chin. “Words, princess.”

“Understood.” His cock jumps out at you and you want to look at it but you can’t because the grip on your chin hardens, forcing you to continue the eye contact.

“Open.” He commands and you do, instantly. You stick out your tongue and widen your mouth as his tip slaps on your tongue and a moan escapes your throat. “You’re going to take it.” His cock slowly inserts itself into your mouth and you lap your tongue over it, closing your eyes to embrace the taste until a light slap on your cheek to open your eyes and you do. You watch as he begins to buck his hips, his cock sliding down your throat, he bites his lip and looks up to the ceiling, a groan escaping. Your core is definitely dripping by now and you reach your hands to touch yourself, your clit engorged with desire as you gag on his cock. It hits the back of your throat, drool spilling down your chin and Lupin basks in the glory of making you a mess before he’s even started with you.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He questions, his hips bucking faster and you feel pre cum coating your tongue. That taste is something that you’ll never want to be without. You want that taste forever in your mouth. Only his. His cock starts twitching as his moans quicken and become breathy as he starts to sloppily move his hips until he pulls out and long, white ropes of his cum cover your face. Your tongue sticking out just to catch a little bit of it. He wipes your eyes with his thumbs and helps you onto your feet, he doesn’t want to clean your face up, he likes the mess he just made. He likes to see your make up all fucked up because of him. His hand reaches up and grabs a handful of hair, pulling it down nice and hard as his free hand quickly circles your clit. He pinches, rubs and strokes all at a quick pace, his face buried in your neck. His teeth making its claim in three large bruises that lie happily on your skin.

“L-Lupin… I-I-“ you’re cut off when two of his fingers are shoved into your heat, curling them upwards enough to make your hips thrust forward and a loud moan bounces off the walls, your head resting on his shoulder as his fingers play around inside your core almost reaching so far up you swear they’re touching your belly button.

“What was that, princess?” He coos in your ear, his fingers faster and faster and you feel a bubble in the pit of your stomach, the bubble is growing and you feel the pressure of it bursting. Your legs begin to quiver, if it wasn’t for Lupin’s body pressing you against the door you would currently be on the floor quivering and moaning in a mess. Your stomach boils over and you shout out curses and blasphemies slip out, bouncing off the walls of his office. His fingers retreat and suddenly you’re empty, aching for more of him, your eyesight slightly blurred from his cum seeping into your skin. His eyes are hazy and dark as he sucks on his own fingers, setting you off again and practically begging to be filled.

“What do you want?” He squeezes your neck hard, you moan and try to speak but you can’t. “My baby can’t speak? That’s a shame.” His hand moves behind your head, burying his hand in your hair and he tugs it hard, pulling you to his office desk. Your cheek pressed flat against the cold, smooth wood, his hands groping your hips as you rise them up automatically. His fingers bruise into your waist as his cock lines up with your deep core, a greedy groan soars from your throat as he firmly inserts himself inside of you. The feeling of his dick sends you into another world, your eyes closed and stars come into view as he hits the right spot every time, grunts coming from his mouth. Dirty words fall out of him as he slams into you, your hip done crashing against the edge of the desk but that doesn’t matter because the sensations that electrify your body overtakes any pain.

“Take it all.” He grunts, slapping your ass as he bucks his hips faster. His arm coming over your hand, yanking you back so your back is now against his chest - his dick somehow hitting deeper than before and your knees begin to knock together. “Dirty girl.” His hand snakes around to your neck, gripping it as hard as he can as he rams into you from behind. The noises of sex echo around his office and lewd moans shamelessly escape your lips as his tip knocks against your belly button. You lose all composure as your legs tremble, harder than before, your moans turn into screams as you slam your fists onto the desk. Your undoing shocks you, letting it all out over his cock and he laughs darkly in your ear.

“Fuck!” You shout, but he isn’t finished with you yet and it becomes harder and harder to keep your legs on the firmly on the ground. You don’t verbalise it to him, but he knows. In one swift move, he pulls out of you and instantly you’re aching for his dick to fit itself back into you, his arms wrap around your thighs as he swings you up, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and his dick back where it belongs. You wrap your arms around his neck as he slams into you, his eyes dark and full of lust before he plants a soft kiss on your lips; a stark contrast to what he’s currently doing to you. His eyes start rolling back and you know what’s going to happen. “Cum for me, Remus.” You whisper and he shudders, his movements getting more sloppy as he unwinds inside of you - both of you groaning from the depths of your stomach as you hold onto each other for dear life. You’re still airborne as his dick slips out of you, he’s holding you tightly to his lean body, his hands roaming your bare ass almost as if he’s rubbing his marks off your sore skin.

“Wow, darling.” He sighs, burying his face in your neck, kissing it softly. You can’t speak yet so you let him set you down on the edge of his desk, his cum streaks dried on your face, he leaves into the back room and comes back with a wipe and softly cleans you up. When he cleans your thighs, you quiver and he rumbles a laugh before planting a soft kiss on your clit, you whimper still too stimulated. He throws away the wipe, picking you up and tucking you in his bed. He settles beside you, opening his arms as you shuffle towards his bare chest, he presses his lips against your temple. “My girl.” He says softly before the two of you fall into a deep slumber.

[nspdr-neo]

Any headcanon that you have for the female Pokémon protagonists regarding their rumps if the tier list from the original blog still holds up?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

S Tier - Rosa (Supreme Seat Goddess)

Rosa has the largest, jiggliest, softest ass of all the Trainer girls...and is very much bashful concerning it.

She might be a actress at heart, and loves the attention her work gets, but the fact that its her booty that brings in a whole other wave of fans has her very shy.

In fact, her usual skirt and leggings is her way of trying to cover it whenever she's about...as one can imagine, its a rather poor method~

Her ass constantly is clapping about and sticks out like a sore thumb. It can hardly fit underneath her skirt and Rosa constantly has to buy more leggings for how much her booty keeps wearing them out and ripping them (it has happened multiple times in public and tabloids have a field day whenever it happens).

When it comes to her lovers, who all are obsessed with her butt, she has come to accept it for them and has taken to even being ab it of a flirt by sitting on their laps whenever they are alone.

That or wearing small booty shorts that drive her partners so crazy, that can't help but snap and fuck her wherever they are at in the house~

A Tier - Dawn, Akari, May and Hilda(Assceptional Queens)

Dawn, and her ancestor Akari, has been blessed with hips and booty from their services to Arceus. Though, how both react to said 'gifts' varys.

For Dawn, whose a natural flirt that loves to wear short skirts and is both an expert battler & Coordinator, she is very satisfied with her big butt and loves to tease others by wearing the shortest, tightest, dress as possible that helps out her shapely figure. It especially comes handy in terms of Contests, where she would dress up in her fanciest to perhaps 'sway' the judges if things cut it a bit close.

When it came to gym battles and general fights, it wasn't too out of her nature to 'get distracted' during the fight and turn around (and it just 'so happened' every time she did this, her skirt was up to show her pink tong bubble butt~)

For Akari, a member of the Survey Corps whose main job is to go into a world where wild Pokemon are very much a clear danger to one's wellbeing, she could only wonder if this was Arceus playing an even crueler joke on her after sending her to such time periods. She often struggles to get pants on in the morning and its not uncommon for them to rip while she's doing her work.

(The claps of Akari's cheeks has brought the attention of many a Alpha Machamp and Lopunny~)

May got her booty from her Mother and is mother than willing to flaunt it off in her shorts and use it to her advantage as Daddy's Little Champion~ (Yes, she is fully taking advantage of being a Gym Leader's daughter...though might have slacked off considerably because of it).

Compare to Dawn, who at least tries be of the subtle, classier sort when it come s to flaunter her assets, May is as subtle as an exploding Voltorb. When it comes to battles and contests, she deliberately goes to put her jello booty in the lower and tighest of shorts and altogether act very slutty with it if it means getting that win. She's famous for catching a shiny Gardevoir and doing a double twerk act to reel in the judges~

As for Hilda, any 'teasing' on her end is purely by accident. She's as much of a battle addict as Nemona and is way more concerned with fighting than modeling lewdly for anyone. Though you wouldn't be blamed for thinking otherwise as her choice of jean shorts utterly fail to cover even inch of her booty and with how much she's running about, she's attracted all kinds of attention.

That said, she's more than willing to literally put her ass on the line for a good battle. Usually, if she wins, she gets not only the loser's money, buy also sitting her sweaty big butt on their face too. Though, if someone manages to win, their prize is not only double the money Hilda wagered, but also doing whatever they desire to her ass. Usually winners tend to be satisfied with just groping it, but the bolder have her twerk, spank it red and raw, or even plow it after being worked up so much from this athletic girl~

B Tier - Leaf/Green, Elaine, Kris, Selene (Bubble Butt Beauties)

If Red is the Champion that everyone knows, Blue for being the confident grandson to the famous Pokemon professor, than Leaf (or Green these days) needed her own ways to become well known! And what better way to stand out, aside from dominating her own battles, is basically make herself known as the 'mysteriously strong beauty' of Kanto.

Was she a spy for Team Rocket? Long lost sibling or lover to Red? Perhaps a crazy strong Pokecollector seeking to one day rule over the region? No one but her knows the truth...but she as Hell wanted to leave an impression. Which is why she always switches up her outfits to leave something in the hearts of others~ Somedays its a long black dress that showed off her cleavage when she wants to be known as 'secret agent' like, other times its showing off that bubble butt of hers in booty shorts when she wants to have her body really leave an 'impact' on people~ (though aside from a few, you have to be apart of her chosen few to get enjoy her 'assets to the fullest).

For Elaine, newcome to the Kanto scene, this shortstack is kind of like Rosa in that she very much hates the attention her dumptruck gets, but has to up with it. She just wants to be known as a good battler like the rest, but often times her own unlucky nature has her get into situations where she is 'showing off' more than she'd like (such as getting stuck in to many bushes and walls to count).

Also has to deal with Green showing up one too many times to 'catch' her, and often gets roped into the latter's schemes. Schemes that often result in Green using her tan bubble butt to keep others distracted for whatever reason. Perhaps for some nefarious goal...or, really, it might just be because Green loves teasing her. Probably the latter.

Given how much Lyra was taken center stage, her 'big sis' Kris needed all the ways to get the spotlight as she could. And what better way to do that than by showing off just how much dough she had compared to the busty Lyra.

Kris loves to wear yoga pants that show off her firm bottom and iron thighs when not wearing her shorts. While she won't brag about it, seeing heads turn or getting her cheeks slapped by someone does turn her on massively.

As for Selene, this wild woman is the twerking champion of the trainer Pokegirls. She has learned some traditional Alolan dances and combined it with her own natural talent for booty shaking. Try as one might, defeating this woman is impossible and she takes pride in being undefeated (and for getting people to cum just from the sight of her globes clapping together~)

She prefers to wears thin, beach skirts around her waist (think like what Pokemon's Phoebe wears) and is always happy to teach anyone her moves...especially in private~

C Tier - Lyra, Serena, Julianna (Caked Up)

Lyra is way more loved for being bustier than her 'big sis' Kris, but it'd be a lie if he her booty wasn't also helping in her popularity. Her overalls hug a very jiggly rump that many people can't help but walk up to and spank. Sometimes to keep the overall spunky girl ground, but oftentimes because people feel like it.

She is much prouder of her boobs, but if the occasion calls for it, she's not above shaking her booty in front of some poor horny soul to help get what she wants. Though compared to Dawn or May, what she wants is usually small or just for the sake of a good joke.

Coming from Kalos, this fashionista is more focused on spending money to enhance her 'front', but she is more than aware that to complete her look she needs a desirable ass to. Hence she spent quite a bit of change to acquire a bubble butt she'd be satisfied with. Not too big, but just enough to really get people's eyes firmly on her~

Serena loves to model lingerie and 'sexy' clothing. For those who catches her eye, she tends to give them quite a lot of dirty pictures of herself. If she knows one looks her ass a lot, prepare to be sent multiple pictures of herself in various thongs and lacey panties to 'entertain' yourself with.

Julianna, playful college student as she is, is very proud to have a big enough booty to flaunt around. While she resents people thinking she'd use her ass to boost her grades, she is the type to tease those in her club or friends with getting a shot at 'Jiggly Julianna'~

She's very much a fan of mooning and streaking around school, getting a thrill out of possibly being caught and getting her big booty punished for her indecent behavior's~ Though, rarely does that ever happen.

D Tier - Gloria (Dumptruckless)

Gloria is well aware that, out of the rest of the Trainer girls, she is very much lacking in the big booty department (at least compared to the girls rather than the average person). It is very much advised that you never point out that fact.

Fools who have failed to heed said warning have found a Cinderace punting them all the way to the Orre region.

Note: this is the ideal compared to Gloria herself actually getting her hands, and thicc thighs on you.

When you get to Orre region, as you rest up in the hospital, make sure to properly thank Cinderace for saving your life~

[existentialfantasy]

Illicit Lessons

Part 1: Clarifying Doubts

Sansa wasn’t sure if she should do what she was about to do. There were plenty of reasons why it was so wrong, but then again she always gravitated to wrong more often than right. The attraction was almost instant, the first time Petyr taught their class. She knew he eyed her more than once, but she also knew he wouldn’t make a move as it involved his job and reputation. She slowly started approaching him after class, as if she needed clarification on some topics, but she couldn’t make much progress.

He always seemed to talk to the point and end it there. She found out he had a girlfriend and he seemed the sincere type, so it would take a lot for her to get what she wanted. She started paying more attention to what she was wearing, more crop tops and short skirts to tease him. She knew he couldn’t resist ogling at her and that was progress in a way. She finally managed to get his number and texted him.

“How are you sir? Hope you don’t mind me texting you, if I have any doubts” she texted him.

“Who is this? I’m sorry, I don’t have your number” he replied a while later.

“It’s Sansa from your psychology class. I got your number from Professor Tarly. I thought I could text you in case I have any doubts while studying, hope you don’t mind” she decided to test the waters.

“I’m not always online, but I’ll try to answer as best as I can” Petyr replied.

“Thank you so much sir” she replied and immediately changed her display picture to a sexy black number she wore on one of her night outs. She knew any man would drool just at the look of her ass as she turned around slightly and gave that seductive smile of hers. She knew if he was paying any attention, he would be hooked.

She started forwarding jokes and memes to him, he always read them but would never respond. She was texting him her doubts, he would just answer her questions and avoid any small talk. She noticed a slight change in him at the university though, she noticed him giving a slight smile whenever he saw her.

She decided to kick the teasing up a notch and sent him a couple of her clubbing outfit pictures. “Going on a date with a slightly older guy, can you please help me decide what he might like? I’m a little nervous sir”.

“I don’t know what his tastes are, how can I help you? :)” he replied.

“Fair enough, if you were going on a date with me. What would you have picked?”, she didn’t see any point in holding back. She knew it could back fire badly, but she decided to go for it.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally replied “I think I’d love that red dress more”.

“Why do you love it more than the blue one?” she wasn’t going to let him go easy.

“I just feel it suits your complexion more” he replied.

“Thank you sir, helps me a lot. As it is, I’m pretty confused about most things” she decided to not take it too further then.

“Sir, I have a lot of doubts, are you going to be in the university tomorrow? I know it’s a second Saturday and all” she texted him Friday night, hoping she could catch him alone.

“Yes, I have some work to finish, I’ll be at my office. You can come over” he replied, all business like.

She wore a really sexy crop top, showing off as much midriff as she possibly could, paired it with a mini skirt and high heels. She knew he wouldn’t be able to stop ogling, no matter how much he tried. She topped it off with bright red lipstick, accentuating her luscious lips, she knew Petyr wouldn’t be able to resist them for too long.

“May I come in sir?” she knocked on his office door and slightly opened it.

“Yes, come in” he replied, his head buried in a lot of paperwork. He was grading papers.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you sir, I just had a lot of doubts I wanted to clarify before the exams” she was making excuses.

“Take a seat” he replied, his face still buried in the papers.

He finally got around to looking at her and she noticed a look of amazement on his face. She instantly knew she had him. But he was a professional, so he quickly corrected himself and was business like again.

“There he goes again, he’s really going to make me work for this” Sansa thought to herself.

“Let’s get started sir, if you don’t mind” she pulled a chair and sat next to him, opening the book and turning to a chapter, moving closer to him, letting him smell the perfume on her body. She was turning the pages and asking questions, her hands touching his, her breasts coming close to his hand as she bent over the desk discussing topics.

She knew he was finding it extremely difficult to control himself, as he was stuttering in replying and was averting her eyes. She was quite enjoying it and decided to go for the kill.

“Are you single sir?” she asked him.

He took a few seconds to process it and finally replied “No, I have a girlfriend”.

“Don’t you find it hard, teaching so many pretty young women and still resisting the urge”, she was taking sweet revenge for all the hoops she had to jump through for this moment.

“What urge are you talking about?” he was trying to sound cool, but it wasn’t working.

“The urge you’ve been resisting for the last few minutes, the urge to fuck my brains out”, she wasn’t holding back after coming so far.

“I don’t have any such urges” he sounded agitated.

“Don’t worry sir, nobody has to know. You can have your way with me, it’ll be our little secret”, she took his hand and made him cup her breast with it.

He was a little shocked, but it felt too good to let it go. Before he knew what was going on, he was lifting her up and making her sit on his desk. She pulled him close and planted her lips on his, the longing finally ending as she finally had him right where she wanted. He wasn’t holding back anymore, sticking his tongue down her throat as she wrapped her legs around him. His hands were running all over her back as she lifted her arms, letting him take the crop top off.

“Don’t worry sir, I locked the door behind me. Nobody will disturb us” she whispered in his ears as he continued kissing her passionately.

” I’ve always controlled myself, but I couldn’t when it came to you. You’re just too sexy and I wanted you for myself ever since I noticed you in class” he told her as he sucked her lower lip non stop.

“Fuck me hard sir! Fuck me like I’m your girlfriend, own me sir” she whispered as he cupped her breasts, sucking on her cleavage.

He ran his hands up her skirt, feeling her smooth skin all the way up to between her legs. One look at her sexy red lace thong and he wanted to ogle at it forever. He undid her skirt and threw it aside, drinking her half naked body from top to bottom with his eyes. She lifted his hands and took off his t-shirt, running her fingers over his fit, hairy chest.

He pushed her back onto the desk, running his tongue from the edge of her thong, all the way up to her neck. Her soft moans were enough encouragement for him to keep going, as she tugged at his hair, pushing him onto her body. It was time for the bra to go and he threw it aside, squishing her twins together, running his tongue all over them. Her taut nipples getting more erect with all the attention they were getting, his tongue running circles all around them.

“Oh Sir! I’ve waited for this for so long, now don’t make me wait, fuck me hard” she pleaded with him.

He made his way down south again, pulling down her thong as his tongue was enjoying the taste of her skin, the aroma of her naked body driving him mad. She wasn’t going to be fucked so soon, she thought to herself as his tongue flicked over her pussy lips, licking them, getting them ready for what was to follow.

He buried his face between her legs as she pushed his face deeper, his tongue and mouth going full throttle at her pussy. He was rubbing her clit, sucking and licking her pussy, fingering it alternately, giving it the five star treatment it thoroughly deserved. Her moans were growing louder, telling him he was doing pretty well and he was determined to make them grow louder.

“Oh Sir! You’re so fucking amazing, eat my pussy, just like that, just like that” she cried out as he lifted his face to look at the pleasure all over her face.

He could sense it coursing through her entire body as he kept licking and sucking her tight wet horny pussy. He squeezed her breasts hard as he was fingering and tongue fucking her furiously, the wetness starting to spread between her legs. She tasted so good and he wanted more, so he kept at it, the juices oozing out of her pretty good. He licked and sucked every last drop of it, not wanting to waste his labour of lust, the lust which he held back for so long. The lust which was coming out finally like a bursting dam.

His face was glistening with her juices as she pulled him up and kissed him hard, sucking his tongue like an animal, not holding back as she pulled down his pants and got hold of his hardness. The hardness she so craved for, the hardness which she had to have in her mouth and between her legs. She pushed him off of her and got down on her knees, holding his manhood, scratching it with her long nails, as she took it inside her mouth.

“I’ve waited to taste you for so long sir” she said to him as she started licking his shaft from the base to its tip. She could taste the precum oozing out, the sexy aroma of cum that turned her on so much.

She finally took her fully into her mouth, sucking on as he threw his head back, enjoying all the attention he was getting. She looked up at him, staring into his eyes as she continued sucking him, like she was born for the sole purpose of sucking his dick. She sucked on his balls too, giving them enough attention as the precum continued to pour out of him and she was lapping it all up. He knew he wouldn’t last long if she kept at it and he wanted her bad.

He stopped her and made her stand up, pushing her to the wall, kissing her wildly, tasting himself in her mouth. She was getting breathless as his hands were ravaging every inch of her body. One hand of his moved down between her legs, checking and she was still wet. He moved down to her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples, biting them hard between his teeth as she yelped in pleasurable pain. He lifted her up, against the wall as she wrapped her legs around him, his face buried between her breasts, sucking and licking, biting, digging his teeth into them, leaving his marks all over her.

“Oh Sir! Don’t make me wait, fuck me hard already” she begged him.

He started poking his hardness between her legs, feeling his way around her pussy. The anticipation was driving her crazy, as she tugged at his hair, burying her face into his neck as he finally entered her with a deep thrust.

“Oh fuck! Yes sir, just like that, fuck me like I’m your dirty little slut” she cried out.

He stayed inside her, filling her up, stretching her to the limit and then slowly pulled out as she gasped for breath. He sensed that he was too big for her, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from having his way. He thrusted his way back in, going harder this time, making her feel him more.

“Oh yes! Fuck me harder sir, make me your personal whore!” she couldn’t help but talk dirty to him.

He lifted her up slightly, sucking and licking on her neck, as he kept thrusting, her breasts jiggling for him to suck and bite on. Both of their bodies turning sweaty in no time, yet he wasn’t anywhere close to being done. He stopped for a few seconds, catching his breath while he was still inside her, grinding his hips as his cock touched every nook and corner of her wet pussy. Her nails digging into his back, her toes curling as he hit all the right spots inside her.

“I didn’t know you were such a good fucker sir, I’d have seduced you sooner if I had known” she pulled him closer and kissed him as her back was running up against the wall.

He pulled her up again and held her tight, keeping her steady as he hit her hard this time, harder than he had ever hit her before. Her loudest moan yet told him, he hit her in the right spot. He wasn’t going to let her go easy, he pulled out and hit her hard again, as her moans kept growing louder. They were both past the point where they cared who heard or who might notice, he held her tight and pounded her real good, taking out all his lust on her.

“Fuck sir, fuck me harder. Is this the best you can do? Looks like old age makes you weak” she was teasing him.

He laughed and drilled her in short quick thrusts, non stop, hitting her as hard as he could. The look on her face, her eyes rolling around like crazy, told him he was doing great. He kept at it, pounding her like an animal, her moans at their loudest, her body shivering in wild pleasure. He sucked and bit her lips as she pushed his hips deeper into him, he was grunting pretty loud and she knew he wouldn’t last long. She took his hand and made her rub his clit as he continued drilling, the moans and grunts continued, till he couldn’t keep going. He finally let go, spraying deep inside her.

“Fuck sir! You are so fucking good” she cried out as the wave of pleasure hit her pretty good, spreading from between her legs through her entire body. She pulled him closer and sucked his face, biting his lips, sucking his tongue as he sucked her in return. She finally climbed down and quickly dressed up.

“Thanks for clarifying all my doubts sir” she winked at him and walked out.

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[inn-oceanid]

hellooo!! ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* is it okay if i request 5WIRL (seperate) x fem reader headcanons where they get a glimpse up her skirt while she's fighting enemies with them? if you take this request, tysm!! <3333

A teensy bit of glimpse

Ft. 5WIRL.

Contains; NSFW read at your own risk. Suggestive. Not proofread. Unestablished relationship.

In the middle of fighting monsters that bothered your trials with him, you decided to fight them off rather than running away. With your swift movements, and with the wind blowing, it cause your skirt to fly up without you noticing it yourself. What do they do?

AETHER

Who gets a little caught off guard, and stops fighting for a while because of what he saw. Your underwear. This caused him to get hit by an hillichurl, but luckily it didn't took much damage, and that you were there to fend it off for him.

"Are you hurt?" You asked with a fully concerned face, His red face made you very worried. He replies that it was just a small damage, and there's no need for you to worry that much.

But what was really damaged in him was his brain. A sight to be hold? More like a sight to be held or touched. He suddenly has a growing urge to grab your ass or thighs, but controlled himself not to. Keep it for tonight, he told himself.

Kept on giving small glances at your skirt, hoping he'd get another chance to see what he saw earlier. "Let's go home." He says, but you will never know what's happening inside his mind. Like fucking you in your skirt when you go back.

HEIZOU

This man is a pervert.

But of course, when it's just the two of you. He'll finish throwing punches at the samurais first before letting his lewdness kick in. What do you say, safety first.

Who would've thought he'll be blessed this way? By you? He'll thank the archons for real.

"I might've caught a small glimpse of heaven." He smirks at you when you finally finish clearing up your side of enemies and that smirk he had confused you.

He kept on giving hints but you still wouldn't get what he was trying to point out, so he gave up and kept it to himself as his little secret for today.

"you never fail to seduce me with what you're wearing." He holds your shoulders while bitting his lower lip. Ask him about what he means, he'll gesture downwards using his eyeballs.

"let's go back, the fun awaits. Let's continue our investigation tomorrow. If you're able to walk, that is." He'd love to see how you open your legs wide open for him while your in that skirt of yours.

KAZUHA

Kazuha will be humble still.

"Dove, why don't you wear shorts under your skirt from now on?" He'll tell in a way he is certain you'll catch up quickly. And you did, which made you feel embarrassed to face him, he chuckled at you for that.

"Now, now. No need to be all shy. It's just me. Actually, it made me hope for this day to end faster. Why don't we finish your commissions quickly, so that we can head home now?"

On your way to your next commission, you noticed that he got slightly touchy, and kept a hand in your hip.

Maybe he'll fuck while you're still in your panties. He might get too excited to even bother slipping them away from your legs. He's quiet, you'll never know what he might do.

VENTI

The sight if it made him all giggling to himself for real. It made you doubt if he was in a good state, or secretly drunk.

"Brace yourself." "Let's play!" He forgot to say those lines, because of what he saw. He only had this smug smirk plastered on his face while the two fought monsters.

"Venti-, are you sure you're okay? You're acting weird." The fact that you didn't notice that your skirt was lifted up by the wind got him giggling more, and made you more concerned.

"I'm just having fun today. Are we going back now? I kind of have something important to do, with you."

"With me?" You asked. "With you." He repeated.

On your way back, he kept on blowing wind on your skirt, low-key teasing himself. To be honest, he can fuck you right now behind a tree somewhere. He just needs to see how your panties fall lose on your thighs as he pounds on you.

(idk if venti can control the wind but it gave me an idea because yk, he's the anemo archon. Bare with me. 🧑‍🦯)

XIAO

When he did that plunge thing (when he uses his burst yk?) to kill the hillichurls, the strong impact of his plunging on the ground made your skirt float. Before he could stand properly, he caught a glimpse of your panties and ass.

The pain of his karmic debt went gone, or rather felt numb because of your sight. (+ Points to you ig.)

Now he wants to grab the flesh if your soft ass until you groan out his name.

Carries you bridal style so that he can feel your skin on his forearm, on your way back to Wangshu Inn.

"We'll go back to the Inn, where else?" His reply to you when you ask him where you're heading. He said, he'll do your commissions later when you two finish. Finish what? He won't tell you.

Just get ready to get railed by him, at the rooftop at night. He won't leave any clothes on your lower body.