#cfwc kinktober

[choicesmonthlychallenge]

Do you know if there is a Kinktober or like your Picktober from last year being done for October?

Hi Nonny,

Unfortunately I don't know of one.

@choicesprompts is hosting Smutember right now, you can join in with them.

I unfortunately don't have time to host Picktober and I don't think CFWC are doing their Naughty and Nice event this year either.

But you are welcome to use any of our old prompts to submit to CFWC for fic of the week or for any other challenges.

Sorry I couldn't be more helpful!

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(If I magically have time later in October, I'd consider a one weekend event, but no promises)

[angelasscribbles]

The Hotel Mix Up Part 2

Ok guys, you asked for it and here it is! Also, it's really long. Over 4,600 words.

I think this can count as my Kinktober submission because hello, threesome! (Prompt for day 21, but I'm a little early, forgive me).

Fandom: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Characters: Drake Walker, Liam Rys, Riley Campbell

A/N: Greek Words used in this fic

Rating: Absolutely, positively, NSFW, M, XXX, 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Part One is here

Drake grabbed his toiletry bag and excused himself to take a shower. As soon as the bathroom door closed behind him, Liam turned to Riley with a slight frown.

“Drake seems grumpier than usual, love. Do you know what that’s about?” He asked as he stepped closer, absentmindedly rubbing her shoulders.

She leaned back into his touch as she considered how best to answer the question. Drake and Liam had each agreed to accept her relationship with the other, there had been some stumbling blocks in the beginning, but they had finally settled into something like a pattern, and she didn’t want to do anything to upset it. Although, it was already upset, she realized, because one member of their triad was obviously struggling again. It had been Liam at first, now it seemed Drake was the one feeling insecure about his place in her life. She sighed to herself. Navigating polyamory could be tricky. She wanted to help Drake, but she didn’t want to send Liam back into a place of jealousy and insecurity either.

Her brows knit together in concentration before remembering their conversation about brutal honesty. She finally settled on, “Oh yeah. He’s………frustrated.” It seemed inadequate.

“Frustrated?” Liam’s brow creased as he tried to figure out what she meant. His fingers continued to knead her back and shoulders as he thought. Touching her calmed him, he had discovered. When he was struggling with a particularly hard ethical or diplomatic quandary, he found that having her physically nearby helped, even seemingly small gestures like the touch of her hand served to focus him.

Riley shook her head. For someone that was a brilliant statesman, always able to diffuse difficult situations and negotiate international treaties, he could be dense when it came to certain things. Like matters of the heart. She supposed it was from his sheltered upbringing. He didn’t exactly have a normal dating life. She turned and took his hands in hers, “Liam, we just spent two hours in the backseat of a car where you were touching me with impunity, and he felt he had to keep his hands to himself.”

“Ah.” Understanding dawned on him.

Liam considered what he had just been told. He had noticed that Drake was restrained when he was around, that he would release her hand or remove his arm from around her shoulder when he saw Liam approaching. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Drake felt awkward showing physical affection to Riley in front of him. Likely from all the months he had spent repressing his feelings for her and out of respect for him. Particularly since Liam had struggled with it in the beginning.

Liam had no such qualms. Of course, he had the advantage of being her husband and he never had to consider the setting they were in before deciding if he could touch her. He tried to imagine, for a moment, what it would feel like to watch her all night dancing with someone else, touching someone else, being kissed by someone else and not be able to even hold her hand. He didn’t think he would be able to bear it, he was sure he would slip and touch her when he wasn’t supposed to, despite the years of diplomatic training he’d had. It gave him a new respect, and sympathy, for Drake’s situation and his handling of it. No wonder he was so irritable.

Liam knew that Drake’s hesitancy was at least in part his fault. Though Liam had been the one to suggest their current arrangement, he had struggled with putting it into practice. They had fallen into a don’t ask/don’t tell scenario at first, which had led to a lot of conjecture and assumptions that fed jealousy and insecurity. That had been worked though, but perhaps it was still informing Drake’s feelings. He considered how he could convince Drake that he didn’t have to walk on eggshells around him anymore. An idea suddenly formed in his head and a wicked grin spread across his face.

Liam lifted Riley’s hand to his mouth and dropped gentle kisses into her palm and along her wrist, then turned it over and dropped some more on the back of her hand. She shivered at his touch. “Love, do you trust me?”

“Implicitly. Completely.”

“I think I can rectify this situation. Tonight.”

Riley cocked an eyebrow at him, “Really? How are you going to do that?” Liam could be very persuasive, but Drake could be very stubborn.

Liam gave her his most rakish smile, the one that always signaled he was up to the most delicious kind of no good. Her eyes widened and she shivered in anticipation. Whatever he was up to, she was all in.

Drake stepped back into the room and froze as they both turned toward him with mischievous smiles. “Uh….Li? Riley? What’s happening?”

Liam folded his arms behind his back and rocked back on his heels, “It has come to my attention that you are under the mistaken impression that you need to restrain yourself from showing physical affection to our queen while I am present. We are going to remedy that. Tonight. Now.”

Drake stayed frozen in place, only his eyes moved as they flicked from Liam’s determined and slightly amused expression to Riley’s face. The anticipation and desire he saw there sent exhilaration and a dose of fear sparking through him. “What?”

“Since apparently the two of you can’t figure this out without my help, I’m going to be giving the orders tonight. Is that ok with everyone?” He looked back and forth between them.

Riley felt a swoop in her stomach. She understood exactly what he was proposing. Liam looked so serious, the expression on his face positively smoldering. Generally, she loved it when he was on the submissive side sexually, but this take-charge attitude was doing something to her. Her heart rate was already elevated. She smiled and nodded with enthusiasm. She turned her head to Drake, drawing in a breath and holding it as she waited for his response. His acceptance, or refusal, would decide if this whole thing was going to happen or not.

As her eyes moved to Drake, thick, red-hot tendrils of flame blossomed in her chest and snaked their way outward. Her body visibly responded to the sight of him, and she steadied herself with effort.

Drake stood in the center of the room; hair still damp from the shower. He had changed into a black t shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants, the shirt clung tightly to his chest. His expression flitted between shock and arousal. He was staring at Liam, but his eyes slowly drifted over to find hers. The look he gave her was so full of yearning and fire that she felt her knees go weak and he hadn’t even touched her. He also hadn’t said yes yet.

She stared back at him with own hunger burning in her eyes. He recognized that look and he swallowed, hard, still unmoved from the spot he was standing in. His gaze slid from Riley back to Liam and after a long moment he slowly nodded, “Ok.”

“Good.” Liam breathed out a sigh of relief and anticipation, “First, stop standing there looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Please, join us.” He motioned for Drake to come closer.

Drake’s eyes moved back to Riley, as he made his way over to them, crossing the room slowly, never taking his eyes off her. When he was close enough to touch her, he stopped, hands at his side, his gaze searing into her. His heart was thundering in his chest, heat flooded through his body, his breath hitched as she tilted her head back to stare up at him with stark lust in her eyes. He almost didn’t hear Liam speak through the roar in his ears.

“Touch her Drake.”

As if in a trance, Drake reached out one hand to cup her cheek softly, his thumb brushing over her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut at his touch and he heard her sharp intake of breath. He groaned as he felt his erection spring to life. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered the fact that Liam was watching all of it and somehow, to his surprise, that heightened the sensation.

“You can do better than that.” Liam’s voice had gone low and husky. He was dealing with some arousal of his own. Everyone knew he was a bit of an exhibitionist. There weren’t many places in the palace they hadn’t had sex. He enjoyed the sensation that they could be caught at any moment. Riley turned him on all by herself, but occasionally, when they were dancing at an event, the feeling of Drake’s eyes on them ramped it up for him. He liked being watched, but he hadn’t expected seeing them together to affect him like it was. Giving Drake orders and watching how the execution of those orders affected Riley was an incredible rush. He hadn’t anticipated how much he was going to enjoy it.

Drake’s arm snaked around her waist and jerked her to him more roughly than he had intended but by the low whimper she let out, she didn’t mind. One arm held her firmly, hand splayed open across the small of her back while the other cradled the back of her head and pulled her to him. He dropped his head low so that his lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Riley felt her legs turn to jelly, but she leaned against him and let his body hold her up as his lips traced a path from her ear to her lips, trailing feathery kisses as he went, leaving a line of fire in his wake. His mouth was warm and soft as his tongue found hers. One of her hands wound its way through his silky chestnut hair as the other caressed his face, tingling where his stubble scraped the delicate skin of her palm.

Liam moved so that he was directly behind her. He placed one hand on her shoulder as the other moved her hair out his way, leaving the curve of her neck bare so that he could drop fiery kisses behind her ear, down her neck and onto her shoulders.

Riley moaned into Drake’s mouth as she lost herself in the sensation of their hands and mouths on her. The pleasure surged through her body, every nerve ending on fire.

Liam released her shoulder and dropped his hand down to glide softly up her leg and under her skirt. His mouth moved to the shell of her ear as his fingers drew circles on the inside of her thigh, then stroked her through her panties. He felt her shudder under his touch as he pushed her panties aside, gliding his fingers through her folds before gently inserting first one, then a second finger into her. He sucked in a breath as he felt the slick wetness that proved how aroused she was. His other hand moved around to the front and began swirling over her swollen nub in a now familiar rhythm. His eyes locked on her face, watching her kiss Drake, as he heard her breathing turn ragged.

All hesitancy seemed to have evaporated from him as Drakes’ hands skimmed along the top of her skirt then drifted up the smooth skin under her shirt, making their way up to gently graze her breasts, teasing her with light, feathery strokes. She groaned and thrust forward into both their hands. Drake delicately rubbed his thumbs in circles around her nipples as Liam’s fingers picked up speed.

Stars swam in front of her as everything but the fiery touches she felt from seemingly everywhere faded from existence. Her back arched pressing her upper body back into Liam’s chest as her hips thrust forward to increase the friction. She felt Drakes arms around her as he unclasped her bra and slid his hands under it, lifting it up and out of the way. She gasped as his mouth set to work on her chest, the softness of his tongue gliding over the hardness of her nipples. Liam’s fingers danced and twirled at her core. At some point one of her hands had moved to tangle in Drake’s hair and the other one had found its way back to sink into Liam’s so that she was holding onto both of them when she cried out as the tidal wave of pleasure broke over her.

“Oh my god! Fucking yes!” She was still breathing hard as Drake gathered the hem of her shirt in his hands and tugged it upward. Riley moved her arms up so he could pull it free.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes for what I have in mind, love.” Liam whispered as he moved away. His hands skated up to the top of her skirt and in one fluid motion, pulled both her skirt and panties down, she stepped out of them as they pooled around her ankles and kicked them to the side.

“This seems unfair.” She murmured, turning to face Liam. She peered up at him, her center still throbbing from his touch. The passion that he ignited in her still took her by surprise, the intensity of it, the intimacy of it. He could melt her heart or turn her insides to liquid fire with just a look. Like the one he was giving her now. She had barely come down from the first orgasm, but she could feel things low in her body tighten again as she stared into impossibly dark eyes, smoldering back at her from under a shock of jet-black hair.

Drake was now the one behind her, dropping kisses along her neck and across her shoulders as she unbuttoned Liam’s shirt, shoved it off him then lowered her hand to touch him through his slacks. He jerked forward involuntarily and let out moan. He quickly shed the rest of his clothes then spun her back around to face Drake.

Riley regarded the man in front her while she leaned back to feel the one behind her. Drake was illuminated by nothing but the moonlight streaming through the window, his expression holding scorching lust and incredible tenderness at the same time. His chestnut hair had fallen across his brow, and though it wasn’t a word generally used for men, she thought he was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. He stepped forward and bent his head to kiss her again, the feel of his mouth moving on hers sent electricity sparking through her. He pulled away, leaving her gasping for more as his lips moved downward.

“Drake-“ Riley breathed.

“Hmmm?” He murmured as his tongue flicked and teased at a nipple.

“I think our queen wants you naked.” Liam growled as his hands and lips skimmed across her back.

Drake let go of Riley obediently and stepped back, locking eyes with her as he slowly gathered the hem of his shirt, bunching it into his fists. He moved purposefully with torturously slow motions as his eyes bored into hers. Riley trembled as she watched his shirt move upward inch by inch. His face disappeared for moment then reappeared as the shirt was tossed to the side. A seductive smirk tugged at his lips as his hands glided over the muscles of his chest, teasing her before running down to the top of his sweatpants. Her breath hitched as he hooked his fingers in the waistband and slid them down.

Drake kicked his pants to one side and paused to run his eyes along her body. Her arms were stretched above her head, reaching back so that her hands were buried in Liam’s hair, her head tilted to one side so that Liam had complete access as he scraped his teeth down the curve of her neck. Liam had one hand caressing each breast. She was leaning back against him, her naked body on full display. God she’s beautiful! Drake stifled a groan as he felt his dick twitch, the precum already leaking from the tip. She looked like a fucking goddess and they were both helpless under her spell. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he closed the distance between them and stared into her eyes with a heat that threatened to boil him alive from the inside. The air between them was supercharged, crackling as if one spark would ignite the night. His pupils were dilated, his breathing, jagged and uneven, his voice was thick with desire when he spoke, “Tell me what you want καρδιά μου.”

Holy fucking god! Riley almost came again right then. Drake was usually the more dominant one in their love making but tonight seemed to be all about role reversal and she had zero complaints.

“You.” She breathed softly, “On your knees.”

“ναι, θεά μου.” He whispered as he sank to his knees to kneel in front of her. He gazed up at her for moment, as his fingers brushed up her leg, leaving goosebumps in their wake, then he slowly lowered his head to suck on the delicate flesh just above her knee. He felt her body jerk under his touch. His mouth moved upward, stopping every few inches to lick and nip at her. He knew that tomorrow her inner thigh would be dotted with bruises, the thought of marking her as his in such an intimate spot caused a spiral of heat to surge through him. Her hands dropped to his head as his tongue found her and began to lap at her center with long, slow strokes. Any lingering bit of self-consciousness was gone as he buried his face between her legs, heedless of Liam’s presence.

She stumbled back into Liam who tightened his arms around her, steadying her, his erection pressed stiffly against her backside. The friction of him pressed against her warm skin sent shockwaves of pleasure pulsing through him and he let out a guttural sound. She twisted and squirmed against him as her body responded to Drake’s attention. The combination of her moans and the feel of her body moving against him was almost more than he could take. He wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

“Here we go love, let’s sit.” He eased her back gently as he lowered himself into a chair, holding her in front of him. Drake scooted forward never pausing in his ministrations. His tongue glided through her folds and thrust inside her before settling right where she needed him most. Liam held her steady as she twisted and squirmed, bucking her hips up into Drake’s mouth. His tongue flicked and circled teasingly, before pulling her clit into his mouth as he sucked and licked. She nearly twisted right out of Liam’s grasp. His grip on her tightened as he whispered words of encouragement into her ear.

She felt the pressure building in her center as Drake picked up the pace, pushing his face even further into her as his tongue moved with more urgency. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt herself fall apart, her release flooding her senses with wave after wave of pleasure. He continued to lick her through her orgasm, if Liam hadn’t had ahold of her, she would have slid right out of the chair and onto the floor.

When Drake pulled back, his eyes traveled up to land on Riley’s face for a moment, then just behind her to Liam’s. Liam was staring down into Riley’s face, his breathing hard, his pupils lust blown, his teeth biting into his bottom lip. Then his gaze lifted from Riley’s face to lock eyes with Drake. For one moment, they stared at each other, an electric charge filling the space between them. Then the moment was gone.

Riley slid out of the chair and turned herself around so that she was now kneeling in front of Liam. She smirked up at him as she started at the base and slid her tongue up his shaft to teasingly lick around the tip.

Liam’s hips shot up and he let out a strangled yelp, “Fuck, Riley stop or I won’t last!”

She pulled back giving him a seductive smile. Then she flipped her head around to shoot a sultry smile at Drake. “Then maybe it’s time to come to the bed.” She stood up and swayed her hips provocatively as she headed toward the double king bed that graced the center of the room, glancing behind her as she went, “What are you waiting for boys?”

She crawled provocatively onto the bed then turned around to find Drake and Liam both standing at the edge of the bed eyeing her hungrily.

“What? I mean how-“Drake stumbled over his words.

“Drake, you climb up here with me.” She patted a spot on the bed next to her, “Liam you stay right there.” She felt a surge of satisfaction as both men obeyed without question.

As Drake got himself onto the bed, Riley turned, getting onto all fours and backed up to the edge of the bed. Liam didn’t need to be told what to do next. He grasped her hips and pulled her into position. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it a few times, then rubbed the tip around her opening before sinking inside her. He moved slowly at first, giving her a moment to adjust to his girth. She was so warm and tight and wet. He buried himself in her and moaned out loud as she pushed back against him. “Oh god Riley, fuck!”

“I’m going to need you on your knees again Cowboy,” She purred as her eyes met Drakes. She ran her tongue over her lips, and he shuddered in response. He moved into position in front of her and briefly closed his eyes, inhaling sharply, as her mouth found him. She began slowly, running her tongue around the tip and sucking lightly. Drake strained forward silently begging for more as his hands tugged at her hair. He was vaguely aware of Liam moving behind her, but he was laser focused on her, watching her lips wrap around him as she finally took him fully in her mouth, moving downward until she had as much of him as she could take in. His hips jerked upwards, and he moaned out loud.

Liam’s fingers found her again and she moaned with her mouth full of Drake. She felt Drake shudder at the sensation, felt his hands in her hair, pulling gently, urging her on. She increased the suction and was rewarded with a strangled gasp. As if in response to Drake’s gasp, Liam let out one of his own as he increased his pace. The feel of Liam slamming into her while she drew Drake in and out of her mouth at the same time was overwhelming. Between that and Liam’s fingers, she felt herself falling over the edge again.

She let out a muffled scream as the orgasm pulsed through her entire body. She paused for a moment, letting go of Drake as the shockwaves washed over her. Drake held her head in his hands, gently stroking her hair, patiently waiting for her to be ready again. The moment she was, he thrust himself into her mouth with an urgency that threatened to overwhelm him.

She redoubled her efforts, sliding him in and out of her mouth faster and sucking harder as she simultaneously thrust herself back against Liam. Just when she thought the pleasure was too intense and she couldn’t take it anymore, several things happened at once. Liam hit just the right angle so that he was stroking her G-spot with every thrust. The low rumbling moan that began building in her throat sent the most tantalizing vibrations pulsing through Drakes cock, that coupled with the level of suction she had reached was enough to send him hurtling over the edge, he pulled her hair and pushed himself into her mouth as his own orgasm slammed into him and he erupted into her mouth, hot rivulets of cum cascading from between her lips, it was too much, too fast for her to swallow it all.

She was vaguely aware of Drake’s voice, hoarse and low, as he let out an incomprehensible series of sounds, the hot liquid salty on her tongue. She would have cried out “Oh my god!” but her mouth was too full as Liam hit the exact right spot the exact right way and she drew away from Drake so she could scream first Liam’s name then Drakes as shudders of pleasure tore through her body.

Liam heard Drakes cries and lifted his eyes briefly from watching himself slide in and out of Riley, her tight, perfect ass in the air just for him. Drake’s face held a look of absolute rapture as he dropped to the bed, spent. Then his eyes flicked back to Riley as he felt her tighten around him, crying out his name, and his last shred of control was gone. He thrust once more and felt himself explode inside her as they both fell forward, her now lying flat on the bed, him on top of her, reluctant to pull out.

They all laid there for a moment, regaining control of their breathing then Liam rolled off of Riley and sat up, surveying the damage.

Drake was on his back, looking up at the ceiling, chest still heaving. Riley turned her head at his movement and looked up into his eyes, catching his gaze and holding it as smiles spread across both their faces.

Liam reached out and caressed her face, his smile never wavering, “Is my queen pleased?”

Drake sat up at the sound of Liam’s voice. “Our queen. Is our queen pleased?”

Liam bit back a laugh. Looks like he had accomplished his goal of shaking Drake out of his awkwardness. “Yes, of course. Is our queen pleased?”

Riley rolled over and sat up, Liam grasped her right hand in his and brought it up to his mouth to pepper it with kisses. Drake took her left hand in his and rubbed circles on her palm with his thumb as he gazed down into her face, waiting for her response.

“Yes, yes, she is, your queen is very pleased!” She leaned to the left to capture Drake’s mouth in a kiss while pulling Liam into her right side, where he grazed his lips along her neck, then she turned to kiss Liam while squeezing Drake’s hand.

“That was…that was….”

“Amazing?” Liam supplied.

“Mind blowing?” Drake offered.

“All of the above and then some!” She agreed.

“It was, and I know we should probably talk about it but, Max will be waking us up bright and early, so might I suggest we get some sleep and revisit this at a later time?” Liam suggested.

Drake groaned, “Do we have to talk about everything?”

Riley giggled, “Yes, brutal honest and constant communication is what makes this work.” She gestured between the three of them.

“Fine, we’ll talk, it’s not like I can say no to you about anything anyway, but if I have to talk about feelings, I get to pick where we eat dinner tomorrow.”

“Fine.” Riley nodded.

“Agreed.” Liam pushed off the bed to retrieve his discarded clothing.

After everyone cleaned up, they climbed back into bed together, Riley in the middle, an arm and leg slung over Drake as he lay on his back, Liam wrapped around her from behind. The warmth that filled her up as she snuggled between her men was something new, the sense of rightness and belonging that stole over her brought tears to her eyes. One trickled down her cheek as she let the happiness fill her up.

“I love you both so much.” She murmured as she drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge that for the first time in her life, she was exactly where she belonged.

[eleanorbloom]

From the very first day (Bryce Lahela x F!MC)

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F! MC (Eleanor Bloom)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: N.S.F.W. Cursing.

Prompt: Day 19. Begging | Lingerie | Ass Worship

A/N: Hello! In simpler words, this is a mix of rewrite of ch. 17 with some Kinktober stuff.

I know chapter 17 was pure perfection, it was romantic and sweet. But there are some things that I missed, and as I’m a hopeless romantic and intense I’ll fill those missing parts with this fic. I wrote this without intending to be a kinktober fic, but as yesterday the prompt was lingerie, and this fics has lingerie, I decided last minute that this will be kinktober fic.

I hope you enjoy it!

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Eleanor is proudly looking at Ethan and Naveen on their way to get more donations when a warm palm takes her by the waist. She turns around and meets with the amber eyes of her favorite person in the world.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you”

“Oh, yeah?”—She asks, tugging the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer to her body. He instantly wraps his arms around her waist as his body is flush to hers.— “Had your fill of donors?”

“For a lifetime. What I haven’t gotten my fill of, however, is dancing with you.”

“We can fix that.”—She states with a smile on her face, parting a few inches so Bryce can lead her onto the dance floor.

A slow dance is playing, and it takes them nothing to pull each other closer, Eleanor clinging onto his neck as Bryce presses his fingers into the small of her back, caressing her around her waist in soft and soothing circles. Their bodies move in perfect synchrony with the gentle beat of the melody. 

“How are you holding up?”

He looks at her golden eyes with inquisitiveness, not giving her space to hide anything from him. Since she was back at work, he had taken as a sacred duty to check on her every once in a while to make sure she was okay, and the gala wouldn’t be any exception.

“It’s been a strange night.”—She answers, shrugging for a moment.— “I don’t know whether to think of this gala as a victory or defeat, either way, I’ll always think I could’ve done more.”

As he senses the anxiety is stiffing her movements and affecting her features, he lifts a hand and tucks a wavy strand of hair behind her ear. His light touch makes her closes her eyes for a second.

“Don’t think about that right now, okay? This very second, it’s just you and me, together, enjoying the music.”

She nods with a sweet and peaceful smile, like his touch and his words had worked like a charm on her. She leans on him and both keep swaying to the music.

“This is nice.”—She whispers after several seconds as if she’s in a trance and only has a second to express something in coherent language.

The soft melodies are still playing, the soft murmurs of the people fill the air, but at that moment, just the two of them exist. Nothing else matters.

“Being nice with you is always nice.”

Bryce pulls her back and gazes at her with a look of intense longing and tenderness. She still feels numb, but his eyes just make her feel dizzy. Drunk. Drunk of happiness, of peace, of tenderness. Even of desperation. She could never understand what power he had to always make her feel that good with just so little, just with his presence. Since the very first day.

She looks into the iridescence of his amber eyes, where she never gets tired of looking at. Where she would always discover a different tone or a new freckle. Where she wouldn’t mind getting lost in forever. Where every time she looks at them, the earth stops spinning and everything's alright.

And as if an external force is possessing her, she tightens the grip around his neck, tugs him down her face, and closes her eyes, just as her scarlet lips brush his gently, following the delicacy of the melody.

It doesn’t take him a second before he returns the kiss, as if he had been thinking the same but Eleanor had been quicker. He tilts his head to one side giving her free access to his mouth. His grip around her also tightens, making their hearts beating next to each other, mere inches away. Eleanor opens her mouth briefly at first, tasting his lips into hers, but then her tongue invades him, and she identifies the sweetness of the peach and the vodka in his breath, vestiges of the sex on the beach he had drunk earlier.

Bryce then cups her cheeks with both hands and intensifies the kiss even more, his tongue swirling and caressing hers gentle enough to not make an improper scene in front of the whole hospital, but not as timid as a first kiss. He knows the perfect balance between restraint and eagerness.

After a while, Eleanor sighs when they part to catch some air. They stare at each other, smiling, his eyes like two golden orbs radiating the most exquisite warmth towards her, and his lips curving in the most dazzling grin that not even Beatrice Hornsby could resist this time.

And she can’t resist to kiss him again, and again, and again, like is never enough. And he can’t resist her, either. He could never.

They had been deaf this whole time, secluded from the world, but after a while, the began to notice the murmurs around them, especially the mumbles from  very familiar voices a few feet away from them

“Oooh”—Sienna squeals.

“Finally. I don't know why it took them so long to come out of the fucking supply closet they have been in since day one. ”- Jackie mocks, feigning a tired tone.

“They look so cute.”

“You didn’t think the same in Vegas.”

Eleanor and Bryce tried to ignore the chatter but couldn’t help but burst out in laughter at the reminder of that night in Vegas.

“Jackie, please! I had managed to wipe that image out of my mind and now…”

“Poor Sienna”—Eleanor laughs and then shrugs.— “Well, what she saw it’s nothing that she hadn’t done before, right?”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Please, no.”

“Because right now I have a couple of ideas.”—He whispers in a sultry voice as he plants soft kisses on her earlobe and down her neck.—“What do you say?”

“I say yes, but only if you don’t make Sienna find us.”

Bryce chuckles.

“I’ll be waiting for you on the emergency staircases on the fifth floor.”

He kisses her cheek and leaves her all flushed. By the time he disappears around the corner, she’s grabbing a glass of champagne from the bar and drinking it in three sips. The kiss had left her thirsty, but what she was about to do could leave her dry. She had to be cautious.

When she confirms that nobody is paying attention to her, she walks toward the elevator. Once on the fifth floor, she finds Bryce behind the door with both hands on his pockets and leaning casually against the wall.

“So, what do you have in mind?”

“Room 501 is empty. Sarah’s supposed to do rounds in an hour so it’s now or never.”

As soon as he stops speaking, Eleanor takes him by the hand and drags him to the hallway. They both walk quickly through the linoleum floor, glancing around like two adolescents sneaking out of class to make out in the bathroom.

Her story with Bryce had always been like a teenage dream, and tonight, with this sort of Prom for adults, couldn’t be any different.

When they enter the empty room, Eleanor leans against the door giggling.  She bites her lips as she feels her heart is pounding faster and faster inside her, like she was fifteen again.

“So?”—She asks.

As he realizes all the restraints he used on the dance floor are gone, he cuts the distance and kisses her fervently, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up in one swift movement.

“Bryce!”—She titters as she embraces him around his neck and places her legs around his waist, taking off her stilettos on their way to the bed.

Once she scrambles onto the mattress, Eleanor reaches for his collar and pulls him down until he’s on top of her and their lips meet again, his mouth hungry against hers.

“I’ve been imagining this moment all night”—He breathes, evidencing how true his words are.

“Oh, yeah? What else have you been imagining?”

“Well”—He smirks—“for one thing you’re wearing… a lot less clothing.”

Grinning, Bryce slides his hand around her back, tugging the zipper of her dress down a few inches.

“Who am I to disappoint.—She replies sultry. 

Then she stands up in front of Bryce, smiling mischievously as she grasps the zipper of her dress and slowly pulls it down the length of her back. Bryce traces her with hungriness as she tugs the fabric down her waist and exposes the carmine lace bra that adorns her breasts.

“You’re killing me.”

“Don’t worry, if anything happens… I’m a doctor.”

Her hands continue working on the fabric until she strips off her dress completely and reveals the carmine garter belts and matching panties that complete the masterpiece of her body.

“Hot damn.”—He groans as his eyes roam every inch of her bronze skin deliciously shimming against the moonlight filtering through blinds.

“The things is… I’ve been imagining this moment since I put this on.”

Bryce takes one hand and draws her against his body, his eyes now starving of her.

“You have?”

She nods.

“You’re incredible.”—He moans dizzily as she straddles him and then shuts him up with a kiss.

Without parting from him, she tugs off his jacket and blindly unbuttons his shirt, until her lips go down his jaw and his cologne intoxicates her, leaving her craving more of him. She continues planting a trail of kisses from his jaw and down his chest.

Soon she is stopped, as Bryce takes her firmly by the hips and pushes her against the bed. She looks at him surprised for a moment, but then her eyes turn seductively as he’s getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

Once he’s done, he climbs back on top of her and bends to kiss her passionately.

 “Every…part…of you… is… incredible.”—He mutters as his lips travel down her collarbone.

“You’re not so bad… Oh!”

A moan interrupts her words. Bryce had moved the fabric of her bra and was licking and sucking her nipple with the always welcome expertise and eagerness, while his other hand was rubbing and pinching the other breast.

She runs her hands over his shoulders and buries her fingers in the nape of his head, completely taken aback by the sensations.

His mouth then moves lower, over her stomach and down her belly button, where the pretty lacy garter belt is circling and accentuating her waist.

“You planned all this for me?”

“Why not?”—She gives him a playful smile that he returns instantly, just a moment before kissing her hipbone and sliding his hand under the lacy fabric of her underwear.

Her nub is warm and wet, and the moment his fingers move over her folds, he realizes she’s dripping. Dripping for him.

“Oh my god.”

Eleanor releases a moan as she feels his fingers rubbing her clit, alternating a slow and quick pace, just as she liked.

“Looks like I’m doing something right.”

“So don’t you dare stop”.

Her voice is a gasp, and Bryce can’t help but give her a smug grin.

“I wouldn’t dream.”

His expert hand keeps moving gently against her core, with the perfect balance between firmness and speed. He watches while Eleanor is shuddering against his touch, her skin sweating and liberating the most complex scents from her perfume. Coconut and, maybe, sandalwood.

“Fuck, Bryce, yes…”

She’s growing desperate. Sweetly desperate.

He continues to caress her, slowly increasing the pace of his movements as her hips are pressing against her hand, anxiously looking for the most desired relief.

But just as he notices that she’s nearing it, Bryce stops.

“Fuck”—She groans.

She knows exactly what he’s doing, and she doesn’t care.

Still completely blushed and excited, she moves to one side, pushing him down her place, effectively switching positions with him in the bed. She kisses him as she drops her hand past his waist, sliding her fingers beneath the band of his underwear.

“I know what you did, and it’s only fair that I do the same with you.”—She whispers as her hand moves up and down his length, feeling his warm desire pulsing against her hand now wet with his precum.

Bryce’s head tilts back and he moans her name like a prayer between his ragged breathing. 

She takes speed as the seconds pass, stopping just before he reaches the apex of his pleasure. Then, she retracts her hand.

“Now, you ready for more? Cause I am.”

Unable to restrain herself, she kisses him furiously, sliding her hands over the sharp contours of his sculpted body and pressing her core against his crotch.

Bryce parts from her for a moment, his eyes tracing her body once more: her chest pounding fast, her nipples growing hard under the lacy of her bra, her eyes darkened with lustful desire.  Perfection sitting over him and mere inches away from his mouth.

“God, Eleanor, there is no one in the world with you.”

He’s not even touching her sensitives spots, but she feels like he’s doing it all at once. His words trigger an unknown pleasure inside her. Is warm and sweet, and makes her heart beating fast.

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

Because he’s pure perfection too. His caramel skin is warm against her, his soft hands gripping her tight feels like fire, and his lips now plump for so many kisses, are ready for a thousand more. 

She rolls onto her sides as Bryce runs his hand up her back to cup her neck, drawing her mouth to his.

"Come here"

Moaning at the feeling of his body flush to hers, she unleashes a flurry of urgent, but soft kisses, brushing her lips against his heated skin. Then she returns to his mouth, biting his lower lip, then his upper. Then his neck. He’s absolutely addicting, and she knows she’ll never get enough of him.

Bryce guides her against his mouth, his lips grazing hers, their tongues meeting instantly, making her release a moan as his kisses are now sloppy and desperate.

“Bryce… take me”— She begs.

Bryce doesn’t answer. He just pushes her against the bed and traces her body with his hands. When he feels her nipples hardened under her bra, he can’t resist the urge to take them in his mouth again, feeling like her skin is the only thing that can satiate his thirst. Her sweet smooth skin, his favorite place in the world to get lost, along with her beautiful golden eyes.

She moans again, her body shivering against his mouth.  Soon she starts to jerk her hips against his, growing in desperation as she’s not having him completely.

“Bryce, I want you… Please.”

Eleanor begs again, but this time, Bryce concedes.

“You have me, Eleanor. You always have.”

And she feels it again. That sweet and unknown pleasure. That warmth.

Her mind races fast, trying to comprehend why this is happening again, what does it mean, until she understands.

He’s right. She has always had him. From the very first day, he had been for her. From the very first kiss, he had had her heart and she had had his. That’s why she only needs his presence to feel alright, that’s why she would lose in his eyes for eternity. That’s why she chose him to spend her last night on earth.

She loves him.

“Bryce…”—She says in a tiny and desperate voice, as he pulls the fabric of her underwear to one side and connects his body to hers and starts rocking gently against her.

Everything feels different now that she knows.

The pleasure building bigger and bigger inside her is hot like fire and sweet as chocolate, melting everything inside her. She closes her eyes for a second, feeling every nook of her body tickling with satisfaction.

Bryce accelerates his thrusts, his motion in perfect sync with her body that only asks for more.

Eleanor opens her eyes again, now shimmering in tears. Bryce looks at her and cups her cheek, worried at first. But he knows her, he can read her like a book. He identifies the yearning in her eyes. The desperate sweetness that’s coming out of her chest with every moan. Why she’s trembling that way when she hasn’t even reached her climax.

He knows.

“Eleanor…”

His whimper lets her know that he feels it too. He loves her. It’s all over his body, his eyes, his words, his kisses. Has been there since the first day.

“Bryce!”—A tear escapes her eyes as the ecstasy burst and flows through her body, from her head to her tiptoes, every inch buzzing and shuddering. And her head is numb and drunk again. Numb of pleasure and drunk of love. 

“Fuck…”—She sighs, completely overwhelmed with the sensations.

Bryce finds his release seconds later, the pleasure knocking him off like never before. He’s satisfied, so satisfied, but also happy and complete. He feels like his chest is about to explode with so much warmth and happiness. With so much love.

When he manages to catch up some breath, he traces a hand over her glistening body, making her shudder at his very touch.

She turns to him.

“Was that everything you were imagining?”

“Almost”

He gives her a tender knowing smile before leaning in slowly until he reaches her lips. He had had more than he could’ve ever imagined, but he would never resist a kiss.

“There. Now it’s perfect. What about you?”

She cups his cheek and caresses him with the tip of her thumb.

“Just as the first day. Perfect.”

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Thank you for reading! ❤

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Crave

Author's note: Some say ‘better late than never’. But I say ‘one year! wow... congrats you laziness, lori!’ 😅 [Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Pixelberry Studios] Book: Open Heart Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x F!MC (Evelyn) Rating: E Word count: 1632 Reading time: ~7min Summary: Evelyn and Rafael are hungry for more than just food Based on the prompt: CFWC Kinktober - Day 10: Food Play

The sound of the blow-dryer fades as Evelyn puts it down and finishes brushing her hair. When work drains too much of her energy, any opportunity to unwind was a blessing. To her, one the most effective ways to restore her energy are a good shower, chocolate and cuddling with her boyfriend. Fortunately, all of these things are part of her schedule tonight.

The minute she steps into the bedroom, the luscious smell of chocolate fills the air. She sighs contently. When she texted Rafael saying she was PMSing, tired, craving his hugs and chocolate, she was hoping to get home and devour several of her favorite candy bars with him. But, to her surprise, he came up with something much better.

Evelyn quickly puts her most comfy nightie and panties then makes her way to the kitchen. She leans on the threshold and smiles at the view before her. Standing by the stove, Rafael finishes blending a bar of dark chocolate into a pan filled with homemade condensed milk and a tablespoon of butter. She loves watching him in his element. Despite the urge to simply rush to his arms and steal a kiss, she doesn't want to ruin the moment. Consequently, she chooses to stand there in silence.

When he turns off the stove burner and grabs a bowl to fill with water, his deep dark eyes sparkle with joy as he sees her. "Hey, stalker," he teases.

"Sorry." She smiles sheepishly.

"How are you feeling?" He asks as he places the pan inside the bowl full of water.

"Okay, I guess... The shower helped."

"Still feeling moody?"

"A little. But it's getting better." Her eyes land on the dark thick chocolate mixture inside the pan. "So... How do we make those little pieces of heaven shaped in chocolate balls?"

Rafael chuckles. "It'd take a while for us to make brigadeiros shaped in balls. It'd have to go to the fridge, cool for a few hours..."

"Noooooo..." Evelyn whines. "I can't wait that long."

"I thought you might say that, so I made the lazy version of brigadeiro. But don't tell vovó¹ I did that."

She smiles, presses her thumb and index finger together and slide them along her lips, pretending to zip her mouth shut.

"Thank you. Our brigadeiro de colher² is cooling off right now, but it'll be ready soon. Grab a spoon and choose a telenovela for us. I'll join you in a few minutes."

"Okay." Evelyn beams, grabs a spoon and goes to the living room.

After a brief search through the streaming service catalog, she presses play on a Brazilian telenovela. The first episode starts when Rafael walks in with the sauce pan full of brigadeiro and tablespoon stuck inside it.

He leaves the pan on the coffee table and takes a seat beside her. "Good choice! This telenovela is great."

"Really? I just followed my instincts and chose it because of the pretty lady on the cover."

Rafael laughs. "Your instincts were right. It has many dramatic scenes, love, sex, lots of controversy. It was a hit in Brazil."

"Oooh... Sign me up for all of that," Evelyn enthuses. "Now about the brigadeiro, is it ready to eat?"

"Yeah." He grabs the pan and offers it to her. "We're going to eat right from the pan."

"Aha!" She grins. "That's why you don't want me to tell Juliana about it."

"She says it's unhygienic, but I don't think it'd be a problem for us," he explains with a cheeky grin.

"It definitely won't be the first time we share body fluids." She smirks.

"My thoughts exactly." He grabs a spoon full of brigadeiro and feeds her.

Warm, sweet and slightly bitter chocolate melts into her tongue. Evelyn beams, shoulders relaxing as creamy texture as she savors the rich taste of cocoa blended with the condensed milk. "Oh, my god, Raf..."

"And you say I sound horny when I eat."

"You moan when you eat something you like."

"You just did the same thing. And you’re louder."

"Lies..." She glares at him jokingly, then stares at his lips as he takes another spoonful of brigadeiro.

Some of the brigadeiro drips on his chin, but he quickly cleans it with his thumb and sucks it from his finger.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Like what?"

"Like you're craving something that isn't chocolate."

"Maybe I’m craving chocolate and you," she answers with a mischievous look.

"Didn't you say you were PMSing?"

"Getting horny is part of the package for some people..."

“Is that so?” He arches an eyebrow in amusement. "Are you feeling well now?"

"Mhmm..."

"So you won't mind if I do this..."

Using his index finger, Rafael grabs a small portion of brigadeiro, smudges it on her bottom lip and leans in to lick off it. A shiver runs down her spine in response. When they pull apart, both of them watch their eyes grow dark with lust.

"Still in the mood to watch telenovelas?"

"Not really."

"Good."

Evelyn picks up the remote control and turns the TV. Then she dips her index finger and spreads brigadeiro along his neck, licking it off.

He groans, hands roaming down her curves to squeeze her buttcheeks. "Tell me what you want, amor."

"Make love to me," she purrs and nibbles his earlobe.

Rafael turns to the side, eyes ogling at her hungrily and helps her out of her nightie. His hands move up to fondle her breasts, teasing her hard peaks. He then captures her lips in a long kiss and takes his time to explore her mouth.

When he kneels between her legs and goes lower, Evelyn arches her back and moans in delight. Leaving a trail of kisses on her neck and collarbone, Rafael reaches her mounds once again. He takes some more of brigadeiro with his finger and spreads it over one breast, wasting no time to clean it off with his mouth.

Evelyn takes his finger still covered in brigadeiro and takes it to her mouth. Rafael groans, his free hand moving down her back and slipping inside her panties. After he takes her underwear off, his digits press against her core, creating tantalizing spirals that stoke a fire within her.

Guiding his free hand to her hips, she begs. "Raf, I want you."

"How?" He asks as his fingers move faster.

"I want you inside me."

"Like this?" His hand slides from her butt to find her center and sinks two fingers inside her.

"That's not how I— Oh!" She meows.

He grins. "I know it isn't. But not now."

"Why?"

He speeds up, fingering her, teasing her sensitive nub, watching her whimper because of his touch. "I want you to crave me."

Before she can respond, euphoria surges through her body, clouding her senses. The hard strokes of his fingers rubbing against her G-spot makes her toes curl in response. As her eyes meet his, he nibbles his bottom lip and his fingers thrust faster.

"Fuck..." She wails as waves of pleasure build up, pushing her closer and closer.

But just then, he stops. A slow mischievous smile spreads on his lips and he's about to stand up when in a swift move, he's pulled back against her body, her long legs and arms wrapped around him.

"Don't you dare," she hisses.

His grin goes wider as he brushes a few locks of hair away from her face.

She suddenly realizes what he meant. Right now, she can't think of anything but him,his touch, his kisses, his cock thrusting in and out of her. It's more than just want. She craves him.

Rafael pushes down his sweatpants and his hard length presses against her lower belly. He adjusts himself just enough to rub his manhood between her wet folds.

"Is this what you want, Eve?" He asks as his hips move slowly, brushing on her center.

"Yes..."

He then sinks into her and gasps as her body accommodates him. Then he begins to move, pulling out slowly and pushing himself back in fast. Again. And again. And again.

Evelyn guides his lips to hers, savoring the kisses, forceful thrusts, the weight and warmth of his body, the heat building up again.

He pulls away just enough to kneel between her legs. His index and middle finger dips into the pan on the coffee table. With a knowing smile, she opens her mouth and envelopes his fingers coated in brigadeiro.

As she sucks his fingers, he grunts and thrusts faster. Her walls clenches around his cock, lips tighten around his fingers, driving him wild.

Holding one of her legs, he leans over her again and slams into her.

"Amor, I'm so close..." She pleads.

"Are you?"

She nods.

"Come for me, Evelyn."

His hips move erratically as she comes, crying out his name as he follows. Once he eases himself out of her, he lies down with his head on her chest to catch his breath.

"Well, that was..." She pauses for a second and bite down her lip. "Informative..."

Rafael looks up at her, eyes narrowed, his lips pressed in a thin line.

Evelyn gazes back at him and fails to suppress a smile.

"You're teasing me!" He feigns annoyance and slaps her on the side of her thigh softly.

"I'm not!" She giggles. "But I have to ask.”

“What?”

“Were you more into the brigadeiro or sucking your fingers?”

He stares at the ceiling for a long moment, lost in thought.

“Raf?”

“I can’t choose.”

“Really?”

“I had both at the same time. It was mind blowing. Why would I want to choose just one?”

“But what if you could only choose just one?”

“No.”

“But—”

“No. I don’t want to live in a world where I have to make this choice.”

The two of them laugh.

“Okay. Both it is then.”

“Thank you.”

Remaining on the couch, they chat about idle topics while sharing more brigadeiro until there’s nothing left in the pan.

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¹ Granny

² Brigadeiro eaten with a spoon, usually directly from the saucepan it was prepared

[the-pale-goddess]

Cabin Fever - Ethan Ramsey x MC (Tiffany Addams)

Tiffany and Ethan get creative while stuck on the job at Dagger Mountain.

Rating/Category: Explicit / smut

Warnings: NSFW (+18) don’t read this fic if you’re a minor!

This is my @choicesficwriterscreations​ CFWC Kinktober entry

Author’s Note: Encouraged by your messages and comments, I present you a completely self-indulgent (I say that a lot, huh?) and rather plotless smut written just for fun after being robbed of a certain scene in Chapter 14.

I planned on writing this for Day 9, but after the betrayal of PB I had to intervene. I literally have no self-control.

This is pure filth - don’t let the cute moodboard fool you. Consider yourself warned. Enjoy ♋

Song inspo: Come Together - Laurel feat. Sivu

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Fic moved to ao3 - read it HERE

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A/N part 2: The challenge banter is a siganture Ethan x Tiffany thing now, I’m well aware I tend to overuse it jtkktjdkt I also couldn’t help myself and had to include a tribute to ‘Ethaaaaaaaaaaaaan‘

The witch was too tired to doublecheck, so I’m terribly sorry if there are any typos or mistakes.

[omgjasminesimone]

Conception (Kinktober Day 8)

Bryce x MC

Prompt: Breeding

Word Count: 1,500

NSFW

A/N: I wanted to get in on this whole @choicesficwriterscreations​ Kinktober thing. Follows this ficlet, and sequel here

Casey returns home to an unusually quiet condo. She drops her keys into the bowl by the door, making her way further into the space. “Babe?” She calls out, wondering if maybe Bryce got called in to work.

She makes her way to their bedroom, freezing and then bursting into laughter when she spots Bryce from the doorframe.

He grins, allowing the rose that had been between his teeth to fall to the floor. The floor, and the bed, are covered in scattered rose petals. The room is illuminated by candles Bryce must have gone out to buy, because there’s no way they had that many tea candles in the house. He’s in black silk boxer briefs she’s never seen before, casually lounging with his muscular arms spread on top of their headboard. He looks incredible. But, not incredible enough to distract her from the ridiculousness of the situation. “You don’t waste any time, do you?” She quips, setting her purse down on their dresser. She literally just left the gynecologist after having her IUD removed.

Bryce’s grin widens. “Nope. Prepare to be impregnated.”

Casey chuckles, shaking her head fondly. “You know it usually takes like 6 months to conceive don’t you?”

“Sure, for most people. But I assume my sperm are as competitive as I am. With that pesky IUD out of the way, one of them is definitely going to fertilize an egg tonight. Hell, we might even make fraternal multiples.”

“God, how are you even cocky about your sperm?” Casey playfully complains, shrugging out of her jacket and dropping it over a chair.

“Because I’m sure this is prime stuff. Why don’t you come over here, and then I’ll show you baby?” Bryce suggests.

“I’m gonna take a shower first.” Casey decides, grabbing something out of their closet before making her way to the bathroom.

“But, I’ve already been waiting here for like an hour!” Bryce complains.

“Patience is a virtue!” Casey tosses over her shoulder before she closes the bathroom door.

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The shower stopped running several minutes ago, but Casey still hadn’t exited their master bathroom.

To pass the time, Bryce has curated a brand new sex playlist. Less Marvin Gaye this time, since Casey burst into laughter last time when ‘Let’s Get It On’ suddenly blared from his Bluetooth speaker. Bryce presses play, and soft jazz music fills the room.

Now with nothing left to fiddle with, he’s getting antsy again. “Case, you need any help in there?” He calls out, receiving no response. He’s about to call out again when the door finally opens.

“Damn, Casey.” Bryce mutters appreciatively, eyes greedily scanning over all that pretty bronzed skin.

She’s wearing the lingerie from their wedding night. White, lacy, tiny, and complete with those super sexy garter belt thigh highs. Bryce feels like a newlywed all over again.

Casey smiles demurely, shrugging. “Since it’s a special occasion.”

Bryce smiles, scooting so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. “God, you’re so beautiful.” He holds out his hand for her.

She takes his hand, letting him pull her into his lap so she’s straddling him. His hands cup her face, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. “I love you.” He promises when he breaks from her lips awhile later, reaching back to unclasp her bra.

She lets the garment fall to the floor before she drapes her arms over his shoulders. “I love you too.” She assures, leaning forward to kiss him again as he lies down, letting her rest on top of him.

Eventually, he rolls them over so he’s on top, placing slow, deliberate kisses down her body. Casey can’t help but let out a low moan when Bryce takes an already hard nipple into his mouth, playfully flicking with his tongue. His hand comes up to cup the other breast, giving her a not so gentle squeeze that has her squirming beneath him, feeling her panties dampen.

Bryce’s mouth releases her nipple, placing a soft kiss to her dark areola. “How long do you think we should breastfeed our baby?” He murmurs, looking up at her.

“I don’t know. Can’t say it’s something I’ve given much thought to, since I’m not even pregnant.” Casey reminds him.

He moves his attention to her neck, sucking just hard enough to not leave a hickey since he knows she hates having to cover those up when he gets carried away. “You will be.” He promises, walking his fingers gently down her body before sliding them into her damp panties. He softly strokes a finger through her. “God you’re so wet. You want me this bad, beautiful?” Bryce teases.

Casey lifts a knee, gently bumping her thigh against his painfully hard erection. “You’re one to talk.” She retorts.

“I always want you. All the time. Forever.” Bryce assures, rolling his hips against her for emphasis.

“Then fuck me.” Casey requests breathily. She doesn’t want anymore foreplay. She needs him inside her. Now.

She doesn’t have to tell Bryce twice. He quickly strips her of her panties, shimmies out of his boxers, and then sinks into her, hard and fast.

Casey gasps, clutching at his muscled back as he stills, waiting for her to adjust. Bryce grips her legs, encouraging her to wrap them around him.

He slowly starts to thrust, gradually increasing his pace as she starts to lift her hips to meet him.

“God, Bryce.” Casey breathes out, eyes sliding shut as she’s overwhelmed by pleasure.

“Look at me.” Bryce demands, meeting her gaze as his thumb aggressively circles her clit as he continues to slam into her.

She can tell he’s close by how his brows furrow, how his strokes become less measured and controlled. “That’s it Bryce.” She pulls him to her for an aggressive kiss. “Put a baby in me.” She whispers in his ear, gently biting down on his earlobe when they break their kiss.

“Fuck, Casey.” Bryce mutters fondly. “You’re incredible.” He can tell she’s close too, since her walls are tightening around him. “Let go for me beautiful, I’ve got you.” He redoubles his thumb’s effort, and Casey comes with a loud cry of his name.

Her orgasm spurs on his own, and he empties himself inside of her. Casey cups his face, pulling him down into another kiss as both their bodies shake in the aftermath. She can feel him filling her, and she feels an unexpected rush of warmth when she allows herself to think maybe there will be a physical embodiment of their love around in ten months.

Bryce breaks the kiss, slowly, and carefully, pulling out of her. Casey can’t help but laugh, and Bryce grins at her. “I don’t want to spill any.” He admits sheepishly.

“Well, I think there’s plenty in there.” Casey assures him, shifting out of the now wet spot on their mattress.

Bryce rolls off her. “Knees up beautiful.” He reminds her.

“There’s no evidence keeping your legs up after sex will increase odds of conception.” Casey replies, but she raises her legs anyway.

“Can’t hurt.” Bryce insists, lying on his side so he can look at her. He gently brushes his thumb over her collarbone, feeling the need to touch her. “Do you feel pregnant?”

Casey laughs. “Is that a serious question?”

Bryce flushes a little, smiling at her sheepishly. “Hey, this is all new to me. I’ve never wanted to impregnate anybody before.”

“I won’t feel pregnant until I get the nausea, breast tenderness, swollen feet, you know, all that fun pregnancy stuff.” Casey retorts.

“I’ll massage your swollen feet.” Bryce immediately offers.

“You better. I also don’t want to hear any complaints about 2 AM craving runs.”

“Never, beautiful.” He promises, leaning over to kiss her once again.

Casey yawns when she breaks the kiss, suddenly tired.

“Do you want a boy, or a girl?” Bryce asks softly, playing with one of her curls.

“I just want a healthy baby.” Casey turns her head to look at him, but stays on her back with her legs up. She reaches out to touch his face gently. “With your cheekbones.” She adds.

Bryce smiles warmly, unable to resist kissing her yet again. “I want a girl, with your hair. And eyes. And smile. Well, basically all you. But yeah, my cheekbones.”

The couple laughs together before falling into a comfortable silence. “Up for another round?” Bryce proposes, kissing the bridge of her nose.

“Yeah, I could go for that.” The words are barely out of Casey’s mouth before Bryce has pulled her on top of him.

“They say we’re more likely to conceive a girl if you’re on top.” Bryce answers her unspoken question.

Casey rolls her eyes, unbelieving that as a doctor he gives any credence to those old wives tales. But then he’s pushing up into her, and soon she’s not thinking about anything besides how good it feels when he empties inside of her once again.

[brycemaloliver]

A surprising proposition

Blades of Light and Shadow - Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury x MC (Faelyn)

Summary: Faelyn has suggested having a threesome, Mal and Tyril agree.

Word count: ~800 words

Rating: E (explicit descriptions of sex)

Author’s note: This is a fic for day 21 of @choicesficwriterscreations‘ kinktober, for the prompt threesome. This was actually the very first smut I’ve ever written, but I’d never published it! Hope you enjoy reading it!

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Faelyn let out a whimper as Mal’s beard lightly scraped against the inside of her thigh, slowly kissing, licking and biting his way up. The anticipation was already killing her and her hips bucked slightly.

“You have to be patient, kit,” Mal grinned, slowly going back down again. He loved how sensitive she already was, desperate for his touch. He looked up at the sight before him: Faelyn’s beautiful, naked body, being held by Tyril who was responsible for her upperbody at the moment.

Tyril upperbody was pressed against her back, with his arms supporting her. His lips found their way to that sweet spot right in the crook of her neck, where he sucked gently. A soft moan escaped from Faelyn’s lips and she tilted her head slightly, giving him more access.

The rogue and the elf were appalled when Faelyn suggested for them to have a threesome. Both men wanted the beautiful, violet elf all to themselves. But after a few days of thinking about it, both had come around to at least trying it once. As far as Faelyn was concerned, so far so good.

As Mal made his way back up to her dripping core again, Faelyn couldn’t help herself and tangled her hand in his hair, pulling his face closer. Mal chuckled and shook is head.

“I think our little troublemaker needs to be restrained, what do you think Tyril?”

“Yes, it seems like she needs to control herself better,” Tyril agreed as he took both of her hands and wrapped his own large hand around her wrists, keeping her hands secure just above her breasts. His other hand found its way to her nipple, circling around it.

“Please stop teasing,” she moaned, a sentiment that was aimed at both men. Her clit was throbbing, aching to be touched. “Kiss me, Tyril,” she pleaded as she looked up at him.

Tyril couldn’t resist her, begging and looking so incredible beautiful. He kissed her, slow and sensual at first, but quickly getting rough. His cock twitched in his pants as she moaned into his mouth and her body jerked.

Mal had pressed his tongue against her clit, making slow, circular motions which already drove her wild. Her kissing turned sloppy as more moans and panting flew from her lips. Tyril let go of her lips to watch the incredibly erotic scene before him: Faelyn being eaten out by Mal, her eyes closed and her body jerking in all directions.

“F-fuck, Mal, that feels so-- ahhh,” she cried out, her face now a darker violet color. As she tried to get her hands free, Tyril made sure to keep them right where they were. He started pinching her nipple with his free hand, still looking at both Faelyn and Mal in awe. Both his and Mal’s cocks had grown painfully hard, but they focused all of their energy on her.

Mal, determined to make her moan even louder, kept lapping his tongue between her wet folds, but now also pushed two fingers swiftly inside of her. She instantly rewarded him with a loud moan, overwhelmed from the pleasure she was experiencing at the hands of both men.

“Please-” she started before she cut herself off with another moan. “Please dont-- Don’t stop,” she managed to get out, grinding her core against Mal’s face and trying to press kisses on Tyril’s lips. She was close, they all knew it. Tyril and Mal shared a look, both approving.

Mal picked up his pace as Tyril started his attack on her neck while still playing with her nipples. After just a few more licks and pinches, her body feels like it explodes as she arches her back, her head falling onto Tyril’s shoulder. Her legs start twitching as she cried out.

Mal kept going for a little bit longer to let her ride out her orgasm before lapping up her juices and withdrawing his fingers from her. The sight of her, still panting, against Tyril’s chest made his cock twitch in his pants.

“Just look at you, kit, all spread out for us like this,” he teased her as he sat up and held out his two fingers, still coated in her juices, in front of Tyril. Faelyn, still overwhelmed, looked at them with intrigue. She bit down onto her lowerlip when Tyril wrapped his lips around the rogue’s fingers, gently sucking on them. Tyril let out a soft moan at both her taste and Mal’s fingers.

Mal groaned as Tyril swirled his tongue around the fingers in his mouth, both men a bit surprised at themselves. After a little while, he withdrew his fingers and smirked. He might like this proposal after all.

[eleanorbloom]

Eighth Deadly Sin (Bryce Lahela x F!MC) 🍋🍋🍋

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Eleanor Bloom)

Warnings: N.S.F.W content, graphic content not suited for minors.

Prompt: Day 3 of Kinktober. Hair Pulling | Office Sex | Swallowing

 A/N: Bryce Lahela deserves all the good things in life, and that involves filthy filthy plotless smut and intense blowjobs in supply closets. This is very self-indulgent work because Bryce is such a giver and I only wanted him to receive something good and filthy. I had a lot of smut written that I realized it wouldn’t make the cut in my series, so I decided to divide it in three fics. This one is the secuel of day 25 and prequel of day 23. 

Hope you enjoy it! 🔥🔥🔥

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Eighth Deadly Sin

That Thursday had been a day like no other. Less hectic than usual,  with good outcomes,  and no Pitas. It was the middle of the afternoon when Eleanor got an unexpected text. The cherry on top.

“Hey hot stuff, do you have a moment? 😏.”

“In about five minutes, why?” —She replied. The emoji said it all, so it was unnecessary to ask why, but she had the hope that Bryce would give her some sneak peek. 

“Supply closet on the fifth floor, near the new wing.”

But no. Eleanor had a feeling what was that about, though.  The supply closet he was talking about was in a secluded area and most of the time Bryce convened her to meet there, they weren’t for  the most decorous reasons. Well, a meeting in any supply closet would never be innocent, honestly.

After finishing with a patient, she took the stairs to the fifth floor. She hadn’t even confirmed her guess, but she already was feeling a pulse under her scrubs. Even a kiss, just a hot kiss would cause her those sensations. That amazing was her boyfriend and that foolishly in love she was with him.

She bit her lower lip as the door of the supply closet was in her vision, and sauntered carelessly, checking subtly that no one would see her getting in the room. As the door opened, she found Bryce with one arm leaning against the wall, and his signature flirty smile all over his face.

“Hey”—Mirroring the smirk, she closed closing the door behind her. The very sight of him made her mouth feel dry.

“Hey yourself”—He replied taking her by the wrist and pulling her towards his strong body in one motion, leaving her curvy body flush against his. Their faces were inches apart, eyes observing lips until none of them couldn’t resist it, and cut the distance in one intense and wet kiss.

His lips were warm and hungry, and Eleanor could tell he was already aroused before she got in, because when she slid her hands over his toned muscles, she heard a brief pant in his breath.

“I think my suspicion was right.”

“You would suck at your job if you weren’t right, honestly.”—It wasn’t necessary to ask what was her suspicion, the fact that they were tangled and kissing frantically in a supply closet was eloquent enough.

“And I probably would be the worst girlfriend.”

“Luckily you’re very far from that.”

When she sank her hand under his scrubs, she felt his skin blazing and slightly sweated, making her pull up his scrub impatiently to kiss his chest. Bryce assisted her by taking it off,  her lips now traveling up to his shoulders and neck, leaving a trail of kisses in her way up to his jaw and down to his chest, devouring his skin avidly when she reached his pecs.

Eleanor slid the tip of her tongue over his nipple and looked up at him, expecting his reaction while the other hand was pinching and drawing circles in his areola.  

Bryce whimpered and bucked his hips against her body, making Eleanor notice the protuberance growing under his pants.

She stayed there for a moment, delighted as if she was savoring the sweetest beverage she had tried, his pleasure adding a complex flavor to her drink, spicy ending. She swapped sides, sucking now the other nipple, while her finger kept pinching the wet and swollen nipple on the other side. 

“You’re an angel with that tongue.” 

“And I haven’t even shown you everything I’ve got” —She murmured in a sultry voice, her hands now raoming down his abs, sensing how his body shifted as she was approaching his bulge, completely incarcerated, begging for release and ease.

He gulped as her hand kept going down slowly, every move studiously executed. 

Suddenly, she parted from him and pulled out her white coat and the top of her scrubs, leaving only her bra on. His eyes scanned her body in a second, remaining in her breasts, turgent under the indigo bra and making a cleavage that probably was one of Bryce’s favorites.

Before his hands could reach them, Eleanor got on her knees, her face perfectly aligned with his pulsing tight.  She placed her hands where they had been just a few moments ago and went even more down.

Every finger was touching him with conscious premeditation as Eleanor planted a hand over his crotch, feeling the warmth exuding under the fabric of his clothes. Bryce groaned at the sight of his lover giving him a mischievous smile while her hand began stroking his swollen member in a consciously—and agonizingly—slow and soft way.

“What do you want me to do, my love?”—Her voice is soft and compliant as her hands were now skimming between his muscled tights and sharp hips,  one hand returning to caress the prisoner and the other was roaming over his chiseled abs.

“You already know.”—He sighed, feeling how his patience was dropping as Eleanor wasn’t giving him what he wanted.

“Maybe, but I want you to tell me.”

“I want you to eat me out”

“Just that, just suck your dick?”—When she discovered where was the tip of his cock under his boxers, she drew circles and lines randomly with her fingertips, the touch tickling his skin as the fabric was making it feel rougher than it really was; all this without parting eyes from him.

“No…”—He groaned again”—I… want you to swallow me.”

“Okay…”—Her fingers were down, tracing all his length until she felt his balls.

“And drink everything I give to you.”

“Now we are talking about.”—In one swift movement, she tugged his pants down, leaving his boxers on and resuming her previous task, this time, closer to his skin.

The fabric was even warmer and a bit wet with precum. Eleanor couldn’t help but chew her lower lip at this view.

“Now tell me: how much you’ve wanted this?”

“Eh… Every day since you gave me the idea.”

“And where did you imagine it? At home? At the on-call room? Maybe at Donahue’s?”

“No, no, always in a supply closet, in this supply closet actually.”

“And here you have me.”

“And here I have you about to make my dream come true.”

He bucked against her once again when her hand gripped him a bit more firmly.

“What do you want, love?”

“I want you to touch me.”

“I’m touching you.”

“My dick. Not my boxers. I want you to touch me with your lips and tongue.”

Eleanor slid her fingers under the hem of his boxers, feelings the tip of his flesh viscous and soft, then she tugged it down and his penis, now free, exposed itself before her swollen, hard and erected, motioning straight to her mouth.

“Oh my god”—She gasped and watched it for about fine ten seconds, like a cat who found feast, before starting to plant feather-like kisses along his hips and pelvis, and teasingly just around his balls and cock. Then finally, she slicked her tongue in his balls, making him shiver at the contact.

“Fuck”—He sighed.

And she felt and saw how his length tensed even more with so little contact.

“I was waiting for this too.”

“You were?”

“Mmhhm—She hummed, giving short licks to his balls again, and then starting to go up the base of his member .— Is inevitable thinking about doing this to you…—And up—…when you’re looking so hot every fucking single day of your life—And up—You should be a deadly sin.”

Until her tongue found the wet tip of his dick, shiny with more precum, and it stayed there for a few moments, slicking it quickly.

“I’m… Oh fuck… I’m not an expert, but there is al… already one for that and it’s called lust.”

Eleanor chuckled at his effort for mantaining a conversation.

“Nah. This is completely different. Just seeing you it makes me hungry and horny and I can only be satisfied if I eat you out”—And now she went down, starting at the top, and going down to the base.—“A combination of lust and gluttony might be.”

He released a hearty laugh.

“You really know how to boost an ego, don’t you?”

“Actually yeah, it’s pretty hard to boost an ego as big as yours.”

And then up again, this time quickly. 

“But I’m not interested in boost your ego, actually. I just want to make you cum.”

Eleanor took his glans between her lips, kissing him softly at first, until she began to add a bit of tongue, alternating with soft strokes with her lips, her and her cheeks hollowing out.

“More…”

“More what?”

“I want all of it in your mouth, baby”

Eleanor obeyed, and took all of him in her mouth, feeling his warm flesh all around her tongue and past her throat, back and forth, until she goes down again, but this time drawing random patterns with her tongue until she began to move faster, bobbing enthusiastically while she heard Bryce panting.

“Baby, you’re amazing”—He sighed with his hands placed over her head, stroking her hair gently.

Then she took it out of his mouth to look at him under her eyelashes and smiling smugly. She knew he would cum soon so she stopped to observe him from below.

“Are you enjoying yourself up there?”

“Very much, babe”

She went to his balls, taking all in her mouth while she stroked his shaft with one hand. 

“Oh, god. God. Yes…”

“You taste so good, my love, that I want to eat you out every day.”

“And I’m not going to stop you, y’know?”

Then she started moving again, synchronizing her hands in circular motions with her tongue swirling around him, his skin feeling multiple sensations and pulsings each one different from the other. After a few more thrusts, she finally decided to go deeper and moved her head from left to right until she managed to feel the tip of his dick deep in the back of her throat.

He shuddered.

“Fuck, Eleanor stay just right there…”—Bryce pulled her hair roughly, keeping her just exactly where he wanted, his dick deep buried in her head, feeling her gagging. She nodded at first, but then Bryce saw her eyes glistering mischievously.

“Oggay”—The vibrations of her throat reached him, tickling the tip of her cock, and making him shiver instantly.  

“Shit, you’re insane.”

As she realized the effect it was having in him, she couldn’t stop.

“GGes”

“You’ll drink all of me, you hear me? Everything I’ll give you”

“Mmmmhhmm”

Bryce started to rock his hips against her, pulling her hair more tightly.

“Yes, fuck me, baby, you’re doing amazing…”—His words faded as Eleanor picked up pace, moving hard inside him, while her hands were grabbing her butt strongly. Bryce stopped her and he began to thrust her instead.

She moaned unexpectedly. The vibrations made him groan, but he knew she wasn’t teasing him.

“What is it? Are you turning on?”

She nodded.

“What’s turning you on?”

She took his hand on hers, suggesting he should keep bucking against her like he was doing.

“Oh, you want me to conduct you just as I like it?”

She freed his cock for a second.

“I’m not used to this commanding side of yours and it’s making me so fucking horny.”

“Oh, damn, and  you want me to boss you while you suck my dick?”

“Yes, please.”

She took him in her mouth again and sucked him hard. Bryce held her head still and resumed his thrusts. She had no choice in this, she was almost powerless, every move she was making was controlled by Bryce.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?”

The speed, the deepness, how much time she would stay there. Everything controlled by him. 

She couldn’t help but moan again. She felt his dominance growing, and instantly knew the power her confession had made in him. He had never been like this. She looked up, his eyes fluttering, the muscles of her arms taut around her head.

She hummed, tickling his dick again. It was all she could do, she had no power over everything else, just the vibrations inside her throat.

“Fuck, Eleanor.”

“Mmmmmhh”

He growled deep and he intensified his movements, his hips rocking quickly against her mouth, always reaching her throat.

“Fuck. Fuck. Baby I’m ccggggo”—He yelped while his hips bucked unevenly against her, until his release streamed down her throat. 

With herculean effort he managed not to scream, the sensations washing all over his body, leaving it numb. 

But he wasn’t done yet.

“Open your mouth, you dirty sinner”—He commanded as he stroked his dick with his hand and placing it over her tongue.

Eleanor stared at him big eyes while swallowing what she had received just now, and then she opened her mouth, her tongue out and firm, waiting for the lusty liquid to drip into her taste buds. A few droplets went down her chest, but she kept swallowing and drinking everything Bryce was giving her.

When he was ready, he looked down her chest.

“Take it all”

Eleanor took the liquid with her index finger and suck it hard, leaving it clean.

“Good girl.”

“You taste so good, baby.”

“I can feed you whenever you want it, babe.”

“Even if it means to spend eternity in Hell, I’m all for it.”

After a few moments, Eleanor gets up from the floor while Bryce pulls his pants on.

“No uh”—He made Eleanor stop in her tracks, as she was taking her scrubs to put it on again. Bryce kissed her in the lips, feeling his own taste in her mouth

“I wanna know how much this turned you on.”

He took her by the hips and sank a hand under her panties

“Oh, fuck. You’re fucking soaked, babygirl.”

He captured her lips in his desperately, moving his middle finger in circles over her nub.

“Bryce…”—She whimpered lolling her head back— “I have to get back… soon. I’ve been away for too long and I have some pending with the Team.”

Bryce, pretending not hearing her, with his other hand tugged the fabric of her bra to one side and slicked his tongue over her nipple.

“Oh fuck, please let me go.”

"You don’t want me to make you cum just by sucking your tits?” —He sucked the other nipple, and then just made rapid moves, making her squeal.

“As if you have never done that before.”

“I know. And I want to do it again.”

Just has Bryce was about to unclasp her bra, her pager went off. She took her coat and checked the device.

“I have to go. It the DT.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fast.”—Bryce took her by the hips, kissing her jaw, and ignoring her again.

“No, if you’re giving me an orgasm like this, I want to enjoy it, savor it, so, it’s pending for tonight.”

Eleanor freed herself from his grip to put her clothes on as quickly as she could. 

“Hey, wait a second”

“What?” —She turned to him.

“You were amazing, baby. You gave more than I could’ve hoped for. As always.”

She chuckled.

“I’m happy. You deserve more, but you don’t let me.”

She gave him a chaste kiss in his lips, and then disappeared behind the door, her cheeks still suspiciously flushed.

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Sleeping In

CFWC Kinktober @choicesficwriterscreations - Day 14. Sleepy Sex | Size Difference | Phone Sex

Fictional kissing prompt - 6. lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up

Colt x MC | Choices Ride Or Die

Just joining in the fun for Kinktober. 

Warning: N*FW, Sex, Swearing

Wordcount: 1055

Summary: Ellie wanted to sleep in, Colt had something else in mind.

He wasn’t sure she would say yes when he asked her to move in with him. Hell, it must be a miracle that she chooses to stay with him after everything they have been through. Despite all the odds, here they are. 

It feels surreal that he gets to open his eyes and see her pretty face first thing every morning. He would never admit it out loud, but the sight of her precious sleepy form curled up in his arms every day makes him feel like the goddamn luckiest guy alive.

What has he done to deserve her?

He’s never the affectionate type. But Ellie seems to draw out this whole different side of him. Every morning, he just can’t resist peppering kisses all over her, drawing the most adorable murmurs and mumbles from her. It has become his most favourite thing to do first thing every day and a habit he’d gladly pick up for the rest of his life.

“Mm...Colt...I’m sleeping.” her face scrunching up adorably as he brushes his lips over the tip of her nose.

“Come on, I know you’re awake.” he murmurs in her ears, feeling her body shiver at the tickle of his breath. 

“It’s Saturday, let me sleep!” she complains weakly, nonetheless rolling her head to the side to give him better access to lay kisses on her neck.

That is all the encouragement he needs, dipping down to latch his lips down her jaw and neck. When his lips connect with a particularly sensitive spot, he can feel the muscles of her cheeks tugging into a smile and the vibrations from her throat as she hums appreciatively. 

“Mm...what about now?” he smirks, trailing his kisses lower and swirling his tongue just so that makes her let out a pleasurable gasp.

Yet, she still refuses to open her eyes. “...Still sleeping.”

“Hmph.” he hums, hand sliding beneath her shirt to cup her breast, fingers drawing teasing circles that draw out those irresistible moans he’d never get tired of hearing.

She starts to squirm against his touch as his hands skate down the curves of her body and edges his fingers down the waistband of her pyjama shorts, pulling them off along with her underwear.

“Mm...Colt...” she mumbles, lazily raising her arms above her head to let him remove her top, but still stubbornly keeping her eyes shut.

He lets out a low chuckle and shakes his head, her ridiculously cute act is only making him more determined to wake her. And he knows exactly how he’s going to do that. 

He places a kiss on her lips, then moved down to her collarbone and lets his tongue trail down through the valley between her breasts and down her stomach.

“Now?”

“Still sleep--Oh!” Her eyes fling wide open as his mouth reaches its target with a flick of his tongue.

Now she’s awake.

Her back immediately arches into his touch as he moves his tongue in practiced precision, eyes screwing shut again as she enjoys the waves of pleasure slamming at her.

“Coolt.” she moans, voice still raspy and lacing with sleepiness. 

He pulls back for a brief moment to take in the sight of her, cheeks flushed and every sign of her body language wanting for more.  “Colt!” she whines, hips bucking up to chase after the loss contact, “please.”

He brushes his lips over her clit before pushing a finger in, his tongue slowly tracing a path up her body as he moves his finger in and out. “Someone’s demanding.” he teases, lips busy trailing along the span of bare skin in front of him. “I thought you’re still sleeping.”

“I am...but--Coooolt!”

His other hand finds her breast, fondling and kneading at her nipple before his mouth finally reaches there and enveloping it in between his lips, gently sucking and pulling. All the while, he speeds up the hand working in between her legs, cutting her words short and leaving just frantic moans falling out of her lips. 

Her hands finally relax after clenching the bedsheets in a white-knuckled grip through her orgasm, eyes slowly batting open to focus on the smug smile on his face.

“Hm, I really wanted to sleep in today.” 

“You still can.” he hovers on top of her and captures her lips in a languid kiss. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

“But I’m tired!” she protests half-heartedly, eyes still tired but her body says otherwise as she rocks her hips against his in slow, lazy circles.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do the work.” he says, swiftly pushing his pants off. “Just lay there and enjoy.”

He rolls her over on her stomach and slips a pillow beneath her hips, kissing a teasing trail down her spine before sliding in, burying himself deep inside her. The feeling never fails to amaze him, the way her body welcomes him like it’s home, their bodies fitting so perfectly together as if they are made just for each other. 

She gasps loudly as he thrusts into her, the position giving him the perfect angle to effortlessly drive into that sweet spot over and over. He sets a steady pace, eliciting pants and screams of his name, albeit muffled by the pillows around her. His hands grab around her hips to lift them higher, angling himself to go even deeper, the sensation lighting up and overwhelming every nerve down to his toes. 

He knows she’s getting there, again, as the screams grow louder and her walls beginning to pulsate around him. She unravels once again, walls tightening around him and quickly sending him over the edge as well, leaving him light-headed and dizzy as he empties inside of her.

“Fuck, El. That was good.” he pants, collapsing beside her on top of the messy bedsheets. 

"Yeah, that was amazing.” she sighs contently, remaining comfortably in her position, eyes blinking heavily as sleepiness slowly creeps back in as she comes down from her high. “Join me for a sleep in?”

“Sounds good right now.” he presses a kiss on her forehead and loops an arm around her, pondering once again how lucky he really is before shutting his eyes and let the sound of her breathing lull him into another hour of sleep. 

Life with her is fucking good, to say the least. 

[lorirwritesfanfic]

A Matter Of Loyalty

Author's note: You people have no idea how happy I am to write this story and I’m so glad to do it during Kinktober. This happens on Book 3, Chapter 12 right after the interrogation. [All characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios] Book: The Crown & The Flame (Book 3) Pairing: Kenna Rys x Raydan Lykel  Rating: E Word count: 2051 Summary: Unsure of what to think after Raydan returned to Stormholt, Kenna demands answers from the spymaster. Based on the prompt: CFWC Kinktober - Day 28: Licking

Once each one of the warrior queen's loyal companions left the chambers where the spymaster rested, Kenna closed the door and scrutinized the man before her as she sat down. She couldn’t deny she has mixed feelings about it. She was aware he was mysterious and close-guarded. He always hid in the shadows, he was known for gathering information about influential people, including herself. He was persuasive and smart, traits that were useful to her when it came to strategizing battles. But when he stayed at Azura’s side for a while, it hurt her. It may have been a way to find out how to defeat her enemy, but even if it wasn't truly a betrayal, it didn't hurt any less. What could he have said to her to make her trust him? She needed answers.

“I see you still have doubts, my queen.” Raydan’s calm voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Can you blame me?”

“No, I can’t.” He tilted his head to the side, appraising her. “Why did you take me back then? Val is one of your most loyal friends and she doesn’t trust me. And you know I can be deceiving.” He moved closer to her on the bed. “Is it because I got myself injured to protect you?”

The queen stared at him deadpan. “We just established that you collapsed from exhaustion, not from the wound.”

“I still gave you an edge and you left the fight against Azura’s shadows unharmed, but all right. Perhaps it was something else. Something I might have said to prove my undying loyalty to you.”

Kenna’s heart raced in her chest. When Val told her what Raydan did, she couldn't believe it. She promised herself no one would make her feel like a fool again. Yet, there were the events of the previous night. What he said to her when she had her sword on his throat changed something within her. Or did it merely reveal feelings she was trying to hide?

"You are a spy. The lie you told Azura was so good she made you a quite generous offer. How can I know if what you said to me is true?"

"I told Azura what she wanted to hear. What I said to you last night isn't something you wanted to hear. But I needed you to know, Your Majesty. Even being as good as I am at my job, I can't fake those feelings so well. You would have seen through the lies."

Silence loomed over as their eyes met. She has watched him deceit other people before. She knew how he was like when he lied. He never lied to her. And this time, it wasn’t any different. Yet, Kenna averted her gaze. Like her mother used to say, a queen shouldn't wear her heart on her sleeve. “Are you trying to distract me, spymaster?”

“It depends. Am I succeeding?”

“A little." A hint of a smile played on her lips. "How are your wounds?”

“Nothing I won’t survive.” He brushed it off with a grin.

“I don’t suppose you’d feel fit enough to give a speech for me?” She jested.

“Aren’t rousing pre-battle speeches old hat to you by now?”

“Yes, but I’m usually giving them to Stormholt soldiers.”

“Who are you addressing today?”

“Luther’s troops.” She grimaced.

“And they’re a tough audience, let me tell you.” Zenobia’s contralto voice echoed through the walls as she opened the door.

Raydan scowled. “You Nevrakis have a nasty habit of showing up unexpectedly.”

“Funny, I thought the same about you people when you crashed my party and kidnapped me,” Zenobia sneered at him then looked at the queen. “Come with me, Kenna. I need to talk to you before the speech.”

Raydan turned to Kenna with a nod. “Go. You should prepare to give your speech.” She opened her mouth to say something when he continued. “...Or you could go shut that door in Zenobia’s face and stay a while longer.”

As they exchanged glances, a corner of his mouth lifted. Then, Kena rose to her feet, stopped at the threshold, and looked at the red-headed woman. “I’ll see you in a moment.”

“WHAT?” Zenobia stared at the queen in disbelief. “OH. MY. GODS! ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT N—”

Kenna winked as she slammed the door shut and locked the door.

"Good choice."

"Is it?" The queen stepped closer to him. "I doubt the Crown's advisors and allies would approve the idea of me locked inside a room with a spy."

"Even if this spy got injured to save your life?"

She arched an eyebrow.

"As I said, it was a very long day."

Kenna chuckled.

"It's a joy to see I still can bring a smile to your lips, but tell me: what do I have to do to prove I'm worthy of your trust, my queen?" He asked.

A fluttering sensation rose inside her belly as he gazed at her. All her life, many have vied for her attention in hopes of forming alliances and political influence. Very few tried to win her heart. But only one man made her heart skip a beat or bring a vivid shade of red to her cheeks. Standing so close to him after some time apart, it was hard to fight those feelings. "I can list a few things…"

Raydan smiled as she reached for him, cupping his face. But as he moved closer, he winced.

Worry clouded her features and she stepped back. “Are you sure you’re alright? I can leave now and let you rest.”

Placing his hand atop hers, he gazed at her. “Kenna, I’ve been living a lie for days. I need to feel something honest again. I need you. Come here.” He pulled her closer, lips crashing together in a heated kiss.

Goosebumps spread along her body as he nipped her bottom lip. His hand dug into her hair, as he reveled in her smell and the warmth of her lips.

He was about to undo her armor when Kenna pulled away and shoved him playfully. “You know, issuing commands to a queen is treason.”

“How unfortunate. And I’ve only just been cleared.” He smiled slyly. “Is there anything I can do so my queen can forgive me?”

"Yes " Sitting on his lap with her legs on either side of him, she said. “Undress me."

The spy was happy to oblige. He removed each part of her armor and garments, taking his time to admire her bare skin. Meanwhile, her fingertips grazed over his bare chest. She looked intently as if trying to memorize the spots where birthmarks and scars were.

When the last piece of the clothing reached the ground, Kenna sat on the edge of the bed, her posture as regal as she looked when she sat on her throne. “Raydan Lykel?”

He stood up and turned to her. “Yes, my queen.”

“I demand a demonstration of loyalty. Kneel.”

“As you command, my queen,” he answered then kneeled on the floor before her. His hands reached for her feet and caressed her calves and thighs as his eyes swept over her athletic figure. “And now, my Queen?”

“Bow.”

Lust darkened his eyes while Raydan parted Kenna’s legs and as instructed, he bowed his head. Soft moans escaped from her lips as his tongue rested on the soft flesh of her center before it moved up and down her wet folds with slow and strong licks. Her fingers thread into his hair, pulling him closer. The tip of his tongue pressed against her sensitive nub then ran in circles over it.

“Oh, gods!” The queen meowed.

The spymaster glanced at her from time to time, but he didn’t stop. His strong hands gripped her hips to keep her in place when she involuntarily moved away. Between fast and slow, Raydan savored the moment, stroking and sucking the queen’s sex.

Kenna threw her head back gasping as two fingers slid inside her. Her body ached for this: the feeling of his nimble tongue pressed against her center, his fingers thrusting in and out of her, building up the heat inside her until it became unbearable. She knew he could please her just like this for as long as he took to make her beg for more. However, Queen Kenna Rys didn't beg. She commanded. "Raydan, I need you."

He pulled away looking up at her, but his fingers kept moving in and out of her. "How much do you need me right now?"

"I–" She trailed off as her legs trembled.

"Say it, Kenna," Raydan hissed.

The queen couldn’t find words to speak. Euphoria washed over her, making her eyes flutter shut and whimper. As she came back from her high, she caught Raydan staring at her in amusement. She scowled at him playfully.

"Did I do something wrong, my queen?"

"Yes. You gave me another command."

"Oh… Did I just get myself in trouble again?" He teased.

Kenna leaned in and placed a finger under his chin. Their faces were mere inches apart. "You have no idea." She straightened up her posture and stood up. "Lie on the bed."

Without hesitation, he did as he was told. The queen traced a finger along his leg and slowly pulled down his underpants. Then she climbed on top of him and lowered herself onto him. The two of them gasped as their bodies connected and Kenna began to roll her hips.

One of his hands grasped her waist, helping her move faster, while the other slid up her stomach. As the queen leaned back, holding onto his thighs for support, the spy reached for her breasts and caressed them, teasing her hard peaks with his thumb and forefinger. "You are magnificent…" he groaned.

The queen swiveled her hips, increasing her tempo. She leaned forward and captured his earlobe, licking and biting it again softly.

His hands wandered down to her hips as their lips met again. Sweat ran down her back while she ground on him. Switching the pace between fast and slow, soft and hard, Kenna moved up and down on him, unafraid to take charge.

While she continued to rock her hips, Raydan gazed at her in adoration. Unlike other men, he never felt intimidated or threatened by her power. If anything, it aroused him. Perhaps much more than he expected. As he noticed she wasn't as close as he was, he placed one hand between her legs and stroked her bundles of nerves.

"Ah, yes!" She panted. Her movements became erratic, her breasts flushed and her walls pulsated around him. Soon, she meowed, lost in pure bliss. Her orgasms kept going like waves until he moaned her name, spilling his seed into her.

"If this was my punishment for treason, perhaps I should betray you more often," he jested as she laid beside him.

"Please don't," she smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I don't think I could bear it." She looked out the window, avoiding eye contact.

Raydan lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it before he whispered. “I didn’t betray you then and I never will. I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt the woman I love.”

Kenna looked back at him and bit her lips nervously. Was it the right time to say it back? Was there ever a right moment to say how enamored she was with him and how she urged to tell him everything she has been thinking about the future?

“I’m not trying to distract you, I swear. I simply wanted you to know why my loyalty to you never wavered.”

Before he said anything else, she pressed her lips to his and rested her head on his shoulder. “I believe you.”

Heaving a sigh in relief, he cradled his arm around her, basking in the afterglow. After a brief moment, he broke the silence. “Don’t you have a speech to prepare?”

“I’m thinking about it…” She yawned, eyes blinking slowly. “I’ll just think for a few more minutes.”

“Of course.”

Still holding his hand, she smiled to herself, reveling in the feeling of his fingers playing with her hair, lulling her to sleep.

[omgjasminesimone]

Send Off (Kinktober Day 16)

Logan x MC

NSFW

Word Count: ~1000

A/N: @choicesficwriterscreations Kinktober prompt overstimulation

Logan’s reverent kisses are Ellie’s absolute favorite way to wake up, even when those kisses come well before the sun has risen.

Her fingers instinctively tangle into his long, almost impossibly soft, hair, tugging him up from where’s he’s planting kisses down her jaw so she can capture his lips.

She finally opens her eyes when they pull away just barely several moments later. “Hi.” She breathes almost shyly against his lips.

Logan smiles before kissing her again, a quick peck to the corner of her own smile. “Hi, troublemaker.”

Ellie yawns as she buries her face into his neck, her arms circling his warm, lean frame. “When do you have to leave?” Despite how much she’s trying to hold it together, her voice still cracks a little. She hates this part.

Logan comfortingly rubs his hand up and down her bare back before breaking the news. “I should probably get on the road soon.”

Ellie sighs despondently, tightening her grip as if that will keep him here with her. “It feels like you just got here.” Ellie complains.

“One week of Spring Break flew by. But before you know it, it will be summer vacation. And then, three whole months of....” Logan trails off, before he kisses her, deeply this time.

Ellie lets out a pleased sigh as he rolls them over so she’s on her back while he leans over her. He grins at her before dipping his head into her neck, aggressively sucking into her skin for several moments. “Something to remember me by.” He murmurs as he places a gentle kiss to the spot where a prominent hickey is already starting to bloom.

He places a kiss to the quill tattoo on her shoulder before trailing kisses down her belly. He pauses at her belly button, gently flicking her new ‘finally out from under her father’s roof’ belly ring piercing. He continues his downward descent, thumbs digging into her bare hips as his breath ghosts over her waiting core.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Ellie admits.

“Not as much as I’ll miss you, troublemaker. But it’s just 6 weeks apart.” Logan tries to comfort. Ellie doesn’t look very comforted. “How about a send off before I go?” Logan suggests, tone sultry. He doesn’t wait for a response before finally placing his mouth where she wants it most.

Ellie sighs pleasurably, opening her legs wider when Logan’s hands drop from her hips to her inner thighs. “I’m not....gonna....say no....to that.....oooh Logan.” When he does that with his tongue, she’s incapable of intelligent conversation. But she’s still able to communicate just how good he’s making her feel with her symphony of gasps and moans.

Logan’s tongue delves through her increasingly wet folds with more and more intensity, intent on drawing more of those sweet little moans out of her. He’s not taking his time teasing her like he normally would, as he clearly does actually need to get on the road.

She starts to squirm beneath him when the pleasure becomes almost too much, bordering on overstimulation. “Logan, I can’t.” She manages to gasp out.

He must mean to say ‘Yes, you can’ with the way his thumb gently strokes her thigh before he hums against her, and laps at her greedily.

“Oh my god Logan!” Ellie can’t help but yell, grateful the dorms are currently abandoned due to most students leaving for Spring Break.

Her fingers clutch at the bars of her headboard when he looks up at her, maintaining intense eye contact as he starts to rhythmically move his tongue in and out of her.

It’s not long until an intense orgasm washes over her, and she instinctively covers her mouth with her hand to silence herself.

Logan surges back up the bed, knocking away her hand and capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. She can taste herself on him as his tongue enters her mouth.

She hasn’t fully come down from her first orgasm when he penetrates her with a painfully hard erection born by just how good she tastes. How amazing he feels when she’s writhing under his mouth like that.

Ellie lets out a gasp when Logan starts thrusting into her, unable to wait another moment.

He forces himself to stop when her eyes screw shut in what seems to be pain. He would never knowingly hurt her. “Are you ok?” He asks worriedly.

Her eyes fly open. “Don’t stop.” She demands, pulling him into a sloppy kiss as she moves her hips, trying to spur him on.

With reassurance that’s she fine, Logan renews his efforts, pushing into her harder, deeper.

“Fuck Ellie, you have no idea how incredible you feel.” Logan groans out, face buried in her neck as his thrusts become more erratic. He’s so close.

Ellie can’t respond with words as another wave of pleasure that’s just verging on pain overcomes her when his hand drifts between them so he can aggressively rub her swollen clit with his thumb.

She cries out something unintelligible as she comes again, and Logan quickly follows after her, emptying inside of her.

After taking a few moments to recover, he gently pulls out of her, wrapping his arms around her in a reluctant goodbye hug. He should really get out of here. An entire week with her was extremely risky with the law still after him, but he can’t bring himself to care when she nuzzles against his neck like that.

Eventually, it’s Ellie who breaks the comfortable silence that has descended between the young lovers. “Just 6 more weeks?” She questions.

He presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Just 6 weeks troublemaker.”

[xxrainbow-princessxx]

Boundaries - Leo x Isabella x Drake (N*FW, 🍋)

This fic is for Day 31 of the CFWC Kinktober Challenge

Day 31: Threesome | Dominant/Submissive | Oral Sex | Deepthroating | Hair Pulling | Swallowing | Humiliation

The words used in bold are included in this fanfic. Please only read if you are comfortable with the subject matter and also you are 18+. PSA completed.

TW: In this fic we will be discussing quite a few dirty moments. All mentioned above.

Synopsis: Leo found out that Drake and Isabella got a little drunk and both of them fell asleep in her bed. Leo wanted to remind Drake, his little kitten would never stray from him.

Im sorry 🙈😂

Tagging: @drakewalkerfantasy @itslaniquelove @kingliam2019 @kimmiedoo5 @mom2000aggie @lorirwritesfanfic @lorircreates @hopefulmoonobject @rafasgirl23415 @texaskitten30 @rainbowsinthestorm @desireepow-1986 @speedyoperarascalparty @liam-rhys @choicesficwriterscreations

All under the jump!

Leo was not happy. Taking a deep breath through his nose, his sea green eyes glared towards Drake as he hugged Liam warmly. His cheeks were sucked in as he waited patiently like a lion stalking his prey. His brow furrowed as he watched Liam leave immediately rising to his feet and Drake didn’t see it coming as Leo pinned him against the wall, his face reddening with anger, “Something you need to tell me?” the Cordonian Crown Prince barked, his arm pressing hard against Drake’s shoulders. Drake’s eyes widened knowing that Leo knew the truth, “Leo... I swear... nothing...” Leo gritted his teeth, he could only see red as Drake tried to calm him down but the Crown Prince wasn’t having it, “Nothing happened!” Drake protested, trying to push back against the sandy blonde haired heir to the throne to no avail. His nostrils flared as his eyes flickered a darker green with rage, “I don’t give a fuck! You were in her bed!” he spat, “Clothes or no clothes... I’ve seen how you look at her!” Leo’s jealously filled his whole being as a blush began to form across Drake’s cheeks. Isabella never needed a bodyguard when the Cordonian Crown Prince was around. Leo was right, he did have a crush but knew it was better not to go up against his future King nor what would a girl like her, see in a commoner like him?

Leo angrily let him go, sniffing as his nose scrunched up, “You love her...” his brow raised in question, “...don’t you...” Drake shook his head in protest, awkwardly laughing, “I-I... don’t know what you’re...” The Prince gently rubbed his chiselled jawline, unimpressed he continued, “Don’t lie to me Walker...” his glare felt like it was burning into Drake’s soul and the Texan’s silence was deafening. “I thought as much...” Leo grunted as Drake ran his fingers through his shaggy dark brown hair, “Leo...” he sighed, “I’m sorry...” That was all the affirmation that Leo needed as his eyes slowly softened but not enough to quell Drake’s racing heart. The Cordonian Crown Prince’s lips began to curl upwards as he stepped forward, his 6’4” broad muscular frame looked as if it towered over Drake’s 6”1’ body. “You know...” he began to grin with a mischievous glint in his eye, Leo’s fingers carefully nestled around the first button he met on Drake’s denim shirt. Knowing the Texan was bisexual, it could work in his favour. Drake felt his chest heave as Leo’s sea green eyes met his. He had never been as up close, picking out the different shades of green and blue. The future King’s voice was firm and authoritative as he spoke, “I’m sure we can come to an arrangement...” before he placed his lips gently upon Drake’s. A soft kiss that left Drake feeling almost breathless. Unexpected, but left him wanting more.

A few weeks had passed as Leo planned his little arrangement but there were rules. Rules that were not to be broken. Isabella felt a little strange but Leo’s lips against her neck calmed her. “It’s ok kitten...” he whispered into her ear, soothing her anxiety. His fingers tilted her chin towards him with a grin, “I promise you’re going to enjoy this...” before his lips met hers, crashing into one another as their naked bodies twisted around each other, whilst Drake sat in the corner watching carefully. He had only ever heard them, their seductive moaning permeated through the walls but tonight, he was more involved than he ever thought he would be. Wincing slightly, Drake adjusted his obvious erection before he slowly began to stroke his already rock hard erection. He’d always wondered what it would have been like to have been with the petite brunette. Would she be sweet? Demanding? He didn’t know, but soon he would find out. As a gentle moan escaped his lips, Leo looked back at him with a knowing smile. “Walker...” he demanded, “Get over here!”

Leo’s glare stirred something inside him, watching the sandy blonde haired Cordonian’s eyes narrow as he barked, “Kneel down!” Dropping to his knees, Drake waited as Leo continued with a smirk as he kissed the crown of Isabella’s head, “That jaw of yours better be as strong as it looks...” The Crown Prince’s hands gently caressed the petite brunette’s delicate neck but his sea green piercing eyes never left Drake. “You ready to taste her?” Leo quipped as Drake blushed, “Don’t keep her waiting...” Drake’s hands shook as he reached out, placing his hands around her soft, supple olive sun kissed skin, pulling her forward towards him. The Texan felt his heart beginning to race as he lowered his head between her legs. Taking a deep breath, Drake breathed in her scent and couldn’t believe what was happening right now. Impatiently, he flattened his tongue as he wrapped his arms tightly around her thighs so she couldn’t move. Tasting her, she was like honey and as his tongue circled around her sensitive clit, Isabella tightened her grip onto the bedsheets. Leo tilted the Crown Princess’ chin upwards to face him before their lips met.

Their tongues massaged one another as she moaned into his mouth giving Leo a chuckle, “You enjoying yourself Kitten?” listening to her breath hitching. Leo’s lips followed down her cheek, neck, across her décolletage until he took her nipple into his mouth causing her to gasp. “Don’t you dare cum...” he teased as his lips curled upwards as he looked up at her, “Not until I let you beautiful...” Isabella’s dark chocolate brown eyes rolled back into her head as she bit down onto her plump lower lip before she leaned down, eagerly taking Leo’s already throbbing hard cock into her mouth. “That’s it kitten...” Leo grunted as his fingers tangled through her hair, “... take it all...” Drake raised his head, his eyes widening as he saw Leo’s thick, uncut cock up close. In his head, he compared the brothers knowing that Leo had more girth than Liam and his cock twitched with excitement at the thought. Leo pulled back, the tip of his shaft popped like a cherry between Isabella’s lips. “I’ve got an idea...” he mischievously grinned, pulling Isabella back. Drake fell forward until he realised Leo pulled the Crown Princess back.

Leo beckoned Drake onto the bed and positioned Isabella over him bent over. Leo held onto her hips, positioning his cock against her wet, aching entrance. Drake’s hands massages her ass cheeks, separating them slightly as he watched Leo’s cock stretching her pussy with each thrust. Drake’s tongue once again flattened, lapping at the Crown Princess’ folds and against Leo’s cock. Leo’s hips bucked back and forth, thrusting between Isabella’s wet core and Drake’s mouth, “You like that Walker?” Leo hissed as he greedily sucked on Leo’s length, tasting the mixture between him and Isabella. Leo could feel himself edging closer. Wrapping Isabella’s hair around his hand, he pulled her back, kissing down her neck as he whispered to her softly, “I love you...” before pressing his length against her once more, lowering her back into position. Leo began to thrust into Isabella again causing her to cry out. “Cum for me beautiful...” Leo groaned feeling Isabella’s walls tightening around him. Between Leo fucking her and Drake sucking in her clit, her body began to shake. “Leo!!!” She moaned loudly as his grip around her tightened even more as every wave of pleasure filled her senses.

Leo slowly pulled out, he didn’t want to cum just yet and immediately reached to the beside table opening a condom. He rolled it slowly onto his erect length but commanded both Isabella and Drake to stay where they were. Leo stood at the end of the bed propping Drake’s legs up, pressing against his hole. Spitting roughly, Leo began to push forward. “Eat her cum...” the Crown Prince grunted as he clenched his jaw, slowly entering the Texan. Drake moaned loudly and turned his head to the left, rather than take direction which pissed Leo off. Reaching out, Leo squeezed his balls hard and thrust forward forcefully, “Don’t fuck with me Walker!” Leo commanded, “Do as your fucking told!” Drake’s chest heaved as he cried out and until he did as he was told, Leo kept squeezing. Groaning, Drake began to lap up the Princess’ cum as the Crown Prince fucked him hard, stretching him more than Liam ever had. Drake’s cock ached to be touched but Leo slapped his hand away, it was against the rules. Drake had to learn, he couldn’t touch what didn’t belong to him and right now, his own body didn’t belong to him, it belonged to Leo.

Drake began to cry out as he came, his warm seed spraying over his stomach. Leo’s lips curled upwards as he winked at Isabella pulling out slowly from Drake “Kitten... go run a bath and I’m going to be with you in five minutes...” biting down onto her lower lip, Isabella dutifully did as she was told and when the door closed, Drake sat up. Leo removed his condom before his fingers trailed through Drake’s hair, pulling him closer to his cock, “Open...” he commanded and Drake listened without question. Leo pushed his cock as far into Drake’s throat as he could, pulling back only to stop him gagging. The Crown Prince pulled on the Texan’s hair roughly with his jaw clenched, “Never.. ever...” Leo grunted at him angrily, fucking his throat, “Touch something that doesn’t belong to you...” he pulled Drake’s head back roughly in order to look up at him, and with a growl Leo came hard down Drake’s throat “She’s mine!” The Texan sat back slowly as Leo let go of his hair. He felt so angry for being used and having Isabella dangled in front of him but he also felt like he wanted more. Leo raised his brow with a smirk, “You’d better run off to Liam before he wonders where you are...” as Drake got dressed, Leo made his way towards his ensuite, “There’s my girl... You were so good kitten...” he purred to the petite brunette before he closed the door behind him. Drake never thought anything of it before, but Leo’s dominance ignited something within him. Hearing him call Isabella a good kitten... what would he have called him if he had the Crown Prince to himself?

[eleanorbloom]

Insomnia (Bryce Lahela x F!MC)

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F! MC (Eleanor Bloom)

Warnings: N.S.F.W. Cursing.

Prompt: Day 7. Booty Call | Sex Toys | Nipple Play (Sorrry I’m late!!!!)

A/N: Hello! Welcome to my second fic for Kinktober!  It’s a lot more simplier than the first, because I had a lot of breakdowns writing it, probably because all the smut I have written between them has been kinda passionate,  and here they are just horny 😂 but I decided to post it anyway. 

I hope you enjoy it!

  Insomnia.

Eleanor woke up like she had slept ten hours, but it was too dark to be time to get up. She grabbed her phone from her nightstand and checked the time. 01.27 am. She sighed in frustration as she had four more hours to sleep. She locked the screen and closed her eyes trying to get back to sleep.

Five minutes after tossing and turning, she took her phone again and opened Pictragram. After a few minutes scrolling, she saw Bryce had liked a photo of a mutual account that was uploaded just a few minutes ago, so she went straight to his chat and typed:

Ellie 🌻: “Hey, why you up so late? 👀”

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “Back at you”

Ellie 🌻: “Can’t sleep. You?”

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “I have the best cure for sleep deprivation.”

Ellie 🌻: “Oh, yeah?”

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “Magic hands🤟🏽”

Ellie 🌻: “Where are you?”

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “At home”

Ellie 🌻: “Can I come over? 😏”      

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “I was hoping you would say that 🤭”

Ellie 🌻: “I’ll be in twenty.”

She replied before getting up from her bed and take a quick shower.

Once she was back in her room, she took the bag with the lingerie she had shopped that afternoon on her trip to the mall with Sienna. She looked at the three lacey lingerie sets, trying to choose a color: navy blue, emerald green, and garnet red. She discarded the first one because she wasn’t really feeling the blue vibes that night, and the last one because even if she was already excited about meeting up with Bryce, that wasn’t an occasion to wear red, so she took the emerald lacey lingerie and put it on.

She looked at the mirror really pleased with herself. The color looked fantastic in her bronze skin, and it made her realize what was the perfect dress to complement her sexy attire for the night. A long blue floral wrap dress with a slit in the middle of her right thigh. It exposed the lacey in her cleavage the right amount and fitted so perfectly around her body, that it made her waist look thinner than it was.

Once all dressed up, she applied a bit of makeup, just red lipstick, and mascara, and then she requested a uber, which arrived in a few minutes.

Ellie 🌻: “On my way 👄”—She texted him from the car.

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “Finally 🥵”

After a ten-minute ride, she knocked on the door of his apartment with the anticipation about to come out of her mouth. She had been stressed for days since Dr. Ramsey had elected her as the number one in the competition for the Junior Fellow position, and a good bang was the only thing that could ease her from the frustration she had been feeling since that day. 

“Hey”—Bryce greeted as he opened the door, grinning broadly at the very sight of her. He was wearing a blue and pink Hawaiian shirt and dark blue jeans. —"I didn’t see you today”

“I had 24 hours shift yesterday”—She replied getting inside.

“Oh, that explains a lot.”

“You missed me?”—She murmured in a sultry voice, leaning close to see him directly in his amber eyes.

“Maybe”

Eleanor discarded her purse on the entry table at one side of the door.

“You were hoping you would find me scrolling at this time of the night, mmh?”

“Were you?”

“Maybe”

Bryce looked down her body. She was wearing a black leather jacket and under that, the reason his bulge grew painfully under his pants, making him groan.

“Hot damn.”  

Eleanor, completely aroused by the way he was inspecting her body, kissed him hard and wet. He pulled the jacket out in response, tossing it on the floor, and embraced her by the small of her back, his warm hands roaming over the fabric of her dress.

Her perfume intoxicated him all of a sudden. The musk, vanilla, and popcorn reached him like a hurricane of sensations that forced him to go down her neck and chest and obtain every bit of her smell and drink every inch of her sweetened skin, like a craving man.

“You smell so good, Elle”—He sighed.

Then, Eleanor took his hand and brought it to the tie of her dress, inviting him to undo it.

Bryce gave her an intense look, gulping at the very thought of what he would find under the fabric of her dress. She smirked, raising a brow at his hesitation… or contemplation? After a few moments, he pulled the tie down and the fabric slowly began to slide to each side of her body, exposing the emerald lingerie.

“Holy shit” —He breathed, chewing his lower lip as he roamed his eyes over the lacey and sating lingerie perfectly framing the curves of her waist, hips, and thighs.

“Like what you see?”

Bryce slid his hands over her shoulders, throwing her dress to the floor, leaving her body now only adorned with her lacey underwear.

“Like is an understatement.”

“Smooth”

“I am not always?”

His soft hands traveled over her generous cleavage, and then he placed them over her breast, cupping them perfectly, earning a shiver and a whimper from her mouth.

“If this is my reward for every day I don’t have the chance to see you…”—She stopped him mid-sentence kissing him again and pushing him toward the wall, a sharp sigh coming out of his throat. He looked down at her unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his taut muscles with every button undone until she tugged it down to the floor, impatiently.

The moment his skin was exposed, she brought her lips to his collarbone, and went down to his chest, massaging his pecs with both hands and kissing him all over his skin. The firmness of his muscles turned her on even more, imagining his arms picking her up, her legs around his waist, his bulge pressing her core, his hands touching every sensitive spot of her body just as she liked.

Her folds were growing swollen between her legs, sensing how close she was to feel him inside of her again. His hands roamed her back until he reached her bum, taking it with both hands before sliding both under her underwear, now gripping it tightly.

 Eleanor in the meantime started unfastening his pants, and Bryce growled against her mouth when she sank her hand under his boxers, and stroke his throbbing dick waiting for some kind of relief.

He slid his hand up, unclasping her bra, bending down to suck her nipples. Eleanor breathed heavily at the pleasant sensation of his soft hands and his hot breath against her sensitive skin, making her moan when his tongue started to lick her hard nipples.

After a few moments, she pulled his silky brown hair to make him face her. Bryce looked at her agape and confused, her lips plumped and wet.

“Fuck me. Fuck me now”—She demanded, almost out of breath.

“Fuck, yes, of course”

Eleanor took a step closer to the entry table, opened her purse, and grabbed a condom out of a box, and handed it to Bryce.

He received the condom and opened the wrapper instantly, while she was pulling out her panties. Once completely naked, she leaned against the table, lifting her butt so Bryce could take her from behind.

She felt his pulsing cock between her butt cheeks, and his hand gripping her hips. Then, one hand roamed towards her folds, checking how lubed she was before entering her.

“Holy shit, you’re almost dripping down there”

“That’s for you.”—She sighed—"Now, please.”

“Of course”

Bryce pushed himself against her in one swift and precise movement, stealing a yelp from her. He moved slowly at first, feeling her folds enveloping him, breathing in when he was entering, breathing out when he pulled out of her until he began to take speed gradually.

“More”—She sighed.

Bryce obeyed and started to move against her at a quick speed, the flesh colliding, his hands gripping in ass firmly.

“Yes… Come on.”

“You want harder?”

“Please”—She begged in a tiny voice, and she felt how Bryce buried his finger on her skin, almost pinching it as his thrusts reached a senseless speed.

Eleanor cried out the moment he picked up the speed she desired.

“Shit, Elle, you feel so fucking good”

“Fuck yes, keep it going, Bryce.”

Bryce focused on trying to delay his orgasm, but it was difficult with the speed and how much he loved hearing Eleanor crying out his name.

He took her by the shoulder and pressed her body to his, still rocking against her, but at a slow pace. His arms encircled her body, touching her breast with one hand, and fingering her clit the other.

“Oh god, fuck”

“You like it?”

“Please don’t stop”—Her begging whimper drove him crazy.

“Okay”

His fingers picked up speed until he heard her squealing in his ear as she arched her back against him, leaning the nape of her neck on his shoulder. Her legs were trembling and her moans erratic. Without waiting, he pushed her against the table, this time to thrust her until reaching his peak of pleasure and her second. Their bodies crashing invaded the room with obscene echoes, denoting the impossible pace he had picked up. Eleanor was out of breath, her raspy voice barely a groaning, her pleasure losing in her throat.

“You’re fucking amazing, yes. —She whispered until she found the last drop of energy to cry out the moment she reached her second climax.

Bryce kept moving until he let himself release, cumming inside her with a deep groan.

“Fuck, Eleanor!”

He leaned over her warm and sweaty back, while Eleanor was completely motionless over the table, gasping for air. After a few moments, he took her hand and drew her to the couch, where both laid with legs intertwined, her head resting over his chest, and Bryce wrapping her with her strong arms.

Even if the orgasm had killed a great part of her tension, the feeling of his warmth and skin against her seemed to do the rest. 

“How’s that insomnia?”

“Worse, I can’t go to sleep if I know I can be fucked again the same way.”

“Or better.”

“Better would mean not be able to walk tomorrow, and I’m not sure if I want that. Besides, you would mess with me for a week for that.”

“No way, a month, at least. And it wouldn’t be because I wanna mess with you, but because I want you to remember how good I did you tonight. Can you blame me?"

"Not at all. And you, ready to go to sleep?”

"Hell no, I didn't make you come over here just for one round."

“Good, because I know exactly what I want for the second round.”    

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CFWC Kinktober @choicesficwriterscreations - Day 21. Fingering | Impact Play | Threesome

50 Random Dialogue Prompts -  38. “That skirt is very short.”

Colt x MC

Warnings: N*FW 

Wordcount: 1407

Summary: Colt came to visit. Ellie made him meet her friends on a night out, Colt tries to get his way.

Tags: @romewritingshop @mckenzie-bae

“Do we really have to go?” he complained, reluctantly zipping up his jeans and smoothing over the creases of his shirt.

This wasn’t what he had in mind when he did the coast-to-coast drive to see her. If it was entirely up to him, he’d much rather be spending all their time in her room, naked, the only acceptable occasion for leaving the bed would be for food. 

It started out according to plan, clothes tossed carelessly all over the room, bodies pressed closely together craving for the loss physical intimacy due to distance, limbs entangled in a sweaty mess and ‘i love you’s repeatedly murmured in each other’s ears. 

All was good until her phone pinged and her college friends invited her for a group night out. 

“It’ll be fun, I promise!” Ellie shouted through the half-closed door from the bathroom.

Meeting her friends wasn’t on his agenda. He really couldn’t give a single fuck about her college friends. For all he knew, the people he met in college during his stint were complete morons and he couldn’t think of anything worse than to spend more time with the likes of these people. 

But he found himself unable to say no to her when he saw the excitement shimmering in her eyes as she babbled on about introducing him to her friends. 

Fine, he thought. He’d do this one just for her. 

She finally came out of the bathroom, stepping out all dressed up and dolled up with makeup on. He licked his lips as he took in the sight of her, her makeup accentuating her beautiful features, the way her outfit hugged the curves of her body, the tight skirt revealing her long, toned legs...

“That skirt is very short.” he suddenly blurted out, the realisation hit him that she’d be going out looking like that, where all the other bastards out there could lay eyes on the stretch of bare skin revealing in that outfit that he’d very much like to keep just to himself. “Don’t you have other clothes to wear instead?”

The distaste on his face was evident and she narrowed her eyes at him. “What? Did you expect I’m going to dress like a nun to go to a club?” she huffed, arms crossed defensively in front of her chest.

“No...” he bit at his tongue, swallowing away whatever retort he got at the tip of his tongue. He didn’t come all the way to argue with her and he sure wasn’t going to let a stupid skirt ruin his time with her. So he stretched his arms out and gathered her onto his lap at the edge of the bed. “I don’t like that guys are going to be checking you out in that outfit.” he grumbled.

“I’m yours. You don’t have to worry a thing.” she pressed a soft, reassuring kiss on his cheek, “and you’re going to be with me. I don’t think anyone would dare to look at me for two seconds with you right next to me.”

“They better not.” his hand gently brushed over her thighs, the other rubbing circles at the small of her back. “Shit, El, you look so sexy.” he leaned in, just close enough that his breath tickles the sensitive skin on her neck. “You sure you want to go? I can think of better things to do instead, you know.”

“Colt, behave.” she chided, grabbing the bottom of his chin to face her, “it’d mean a lot to me for you to meet my friends.”

“Fine.” he sighed, reluctantly shrugging on his leather jacket, giving her a look to bring across the point he’s only agreeing to this because of her. “This club better be good.” 

“Oh, trust me, it is.” she leapt from his lap, intertwining her fingers with his and led him out of the door before he could change his mind.

***

The club wasn’t too bad to be honest and her friends were tolerable, for her sake. 

He stuck right next to her like glue the whole time, arm looped around her waist possessively, shooting threatening glares here and there whenever some random asshole walked past and dared to spare glances at her.

After a few rounds of drinks, everyone was scattered across the crowded dance floor. He wanted to leave already, but the groovy music the DJ’s playing only meant she wanted to dance.

So he obligingly danced with her, hands placed on her hips as they swayed to the music. She’d become a much more confident dancer since Hyrieus and he was at least rewarded with the mesmerizing view of the way she moved her hips to the rhythm.

He closed the distance between them, lining his body up against her back as they grind to the pulsing beat. The friction was steadily building up, her hands instinctively drifting up to his hair, gently tugging as she continued to rock her hips against his.

His lips found her exposed neck as she leaned her head back, hands gliding down the sides of her body, and lower till they reached her thighs, fingers fiddling at the bottom of her skirt. 

When she didn’t protest, he edged higher, hands cheekily sneaking beneath her skirt, hiking up the back of her skirt just enough to palm over her ass. 

“Colt!” she spun around, hands frantically tugging and smoothing the skirt down. “People can see!”

“No one’s watching.” he shrugged - which was true - pulling her in and capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss before she could argue back.

Predictably, she melted into his arms, lips parting for his tongue to swish through. She’d got her way to drag him to meet her friends, now it’s his turn to get his way.

His hands skimmed over her body, one hand firmly holding her by the waist, the other lingering between her inner thighs before inching up higher and higher.

“Wh--Colt!” she stared at him wide-eyed as his fingertips reached the lace of her thong, rubbing slowly against her clit over the fabric.

“At least there’s an advantage to the short skirt.” he shot her a smug smirk, feeling the blush rushing onto her face despite being hidden under the dark lighting of the club. 

His hand applied just the right amount of pressure, massaging into her clit just the way he knows would guarantee to make her keen. She clung onto him, trying to bury her face into his shoulder to muffle any sounds. It didn’t take long till her underwear dampened and he took his cue to push her flimsy thong aside, fingers demanding entry into her already-soaked pussy. 

“Fuck, El, you’re so wet already.” he groaned, dragging his finger in and out, trying to keep his movements discreet as he delved into her folds. 

The loud music covered up the moans escaping from her mouth. A few passersby cast suspicious looks over their direction, but he couldn’t care less about them, focusing on her and only her as pleasure danced across her features.

He dipped in a second finger, drawing a gasp from her so loud that it could be heard over the thudding beats. She threw her head back and bit down on her bottom lip, hard, to refrain herself from making any sound too loud to draw any more unwanted attention. 

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he grunted as she started to rock her hips, grinding into his hand to chase after her own climax.

He sped up, crooking his finger just so to press into that sweet spot of hers, fascinated by the overwhelming euphoria on her face, the way her eyes lit up with lust under the dim, tinted lights.

He pinpointed the exact moment she was about the come, his free hand swiftly moving behind her neck to tip her head back and crashed his lips onto hers, muffling the loud moan releasing from her.

It took her a few moments to recover, standing still in the middle of the dancefloor in the midst of crowded moving bodies. “Let’s go home.” she finally breathed, eyes wild, voice still shaky. 

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” he grinned triumphantly, home is exactly where he wanted to be, with her, and he’s making damn sure he’s going to rip that skirt off her the second they step through the door. Everything is going to go exactly the way he planned.

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Author's note: I wasn’t going to take requests for Kinktober, but I have a soft spot for sweet followers like @lyannacyrill706​ and now i’m writing two stories for Sinclaire. Because she chose a modern day setting, this story is connected to my Desire & Decorum series and I paired up him with an OC, but it’s way in the future. But no worries. It won’t be hard to catch up if you never read it. [Leading character is owned by Pixelberry Studios and original character is a creation of the author] Book: Desire & Decorum (modern day AU)  Pairing: Ernest Sinclaire x F!OC (Alisha) Rating: E Word count: 1642 Reading time: ~7min Summary: After some time thinking about it, Alisha makes an important decision Based on the prompt: CFWC Kinktober - Day 8: Breeding

The smell of pine spread inside the master bedroom of Ledford Park as wood logs burn into the fireplace. Sitting on a wing back chair, Ernest waited for his beloved wife still downstairs with their friends. As per tradition, they gathered for dinner to catch up every month and it was their turn to host. He smiled to himself. Though he still didn't care about social events, each time he found himself more inclined to join them.

Yet, he wasn't quite sure why. Maybe it was the fact that he was growing fond of those late nights filled with laughter, funny stories, and nice wine. Or maybe it was her. Her infectious laughter. The funny stories she tells. And how tempting she looked when the wine she drank left burgundy colored stains on her lips. His life became a blissful adventure ever since his eyes laid upon her. And every time she said yes to him, he couldn't contain his joy.

He was pulled out of his reverie when the door opened. The sounds of quiet her steps walking into the room and taking off her high heels reached his ears. His grin spread wider as he looked over his shoulder.

Barefoot, Alisha beamed and rushed to him, then sat on his lap to peck his lips. "I thought you were resting."

"I just woke up." He said, after lifting her hand to his lips to kiss it. "Is everyone gone?"

"Yes. But Annabelle and Veronica were so wasted I had to help Daphne carry Veronica to the car whilst Hamid carried Ann."

"You could have called me if you needed help."

"No, I couldn't do it." She protested as one of her hands caressed his hair . "You had a long day of work. Then you took Percival to Paris to spend the weekend with his uncle. I wouldn't disturb you when you finally had some time to rest."

"How thoughtful of you, my love. But call next time."

"I'll keep that in mind." Alisha cupped his jaw and pressed her lips on his.

His arms wrapped around her body as Ernest deepened the kiss. She was right about his tiredness. He had an awfully long day. Still, he knew he couldn't wait until the next day to have a moment with her. His need to rest could be easily sated. But his need for her only grew stronger.

"Ernest, you should..." She breathed between kisses. "...Return to bed and rest." Alisha suggested as she fought heat rising within her body, triggered by the trails of kisses he placed on her neck and collarbone.

"Are you joining me?" He murmured.

"Of course."

"I'm afraid neither of us will sleep much then."

"This is no time for jokes, Ernest." She pulled away. "If you're tired, I understand."

"I am never too tired for you, my love."

Alisha scrutinized him for a moment, then chewed on a nail. "So... Do you want to try?"

"Try?” His brows knitted together in confusion. “I don’t follow…”

"After all the hints you've been giving this month, you don't know? Especially earlier tonight, when Cordelia and Luke confirmed she's pregnant... Do you really don't know what I'm talking about?" She arched one eyebrow.

"Oh!" He cleared his throat as realization dawned his features. "About what I said earlier, we don't have to try right now. I don't wish to pressure you if you're not--"

"I'm ready."

"Are you?" His blue eyes went wide.

"Well, technically I don't know if I am. I didn't take the test or checked for any signs that I could be ovulating yet but... I want a child. Our child."

Ernest didn't respond. Instead, he tightened the embrace and guided her lips to his. One of his hands traveled down her hips and hiked up the fabrics of her dress.

"My love, I..." She trailed off once his fingers toyed with the band of her underwear. "The test..."

"We don't need one."

"But..." Alisha bit down her lip nervously. "What if my chances to get pregnant are slim tonight?"

Cupping her face with one hand, he gazed into her dark brown eyes. "I'll make love to you, regardless of our chances to conceive a child. We'll do it as many times as needed to achieve it and more.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes.” He swore. “Tell me what you want."

"I want you..." She purred, placing her legs on either side of him. "... Right here."  She pulled his shirt over his head and one of her hands wandered down his torso as she ground on him. "...Right now."

Ernest groaned, holding her waist as she rolled her hips on him. His member grew stiff in the confines of his pants. With a few layers of fabric still separating them, it was hard not to feel slightly frustrated he couldn't touch or taste her bare skin just yet. But she loved building anticipation. Fortunately, so did he.

Alisha stood up, removed the garments piece by piece and smirked. She knew how much he adored to watch her strip for him and put on a show whenever she had the chance. Then she kneeled before him and pushed his trousers and pants down, freeing his hardness. Smiling slyly, she dipped her head down and took him in her mouth.

His hand reached for her hair, brushing the loose strands of her face to watch her. His manhood grew harder as she bobbed her head up and down and her hand caressed his balls. He loved her boldness, how she aroused she could get by enveloping his cock with her lips and tongue without even touching herself. He couldn't get enough of her.

Unable to contain his urges, he pulled her back into his lap. “As much as I enjoy this, I believe we have a mission tonight.” After she straddled him, he grabbed her by the thighs and stood up, carrying her to bed. He lied down and climbed on the bed as he began to kiss her foot, ankle, calf, and thighs. Lying on his stomach, he spread her legs and admired the view before him. She was as wet and ready for him as he expected. Then, he lowered his head and opened her slit with his tongue.

Moaning, Alisha threw her head back as his tongue worked on her, eliciting small jolts of pleasure through her body. Ernest has always been a devoted love partner. But the minute she said yes to getting pregnant, something changed in his eyes, on the way he kissed her. It seemed as if her words ignited a hunger inside him. “My love, I need...” She begged.

“I know.” He looked up, eyes darker, sparkling with lust.”But not yet.”

“What?”

Without saying another word, he dipped his head down again. As he proceeded to suck the delicate flesh between her folds, he two fingers slipped inside her.

Her breath hitched as the waves within her body grew stronger, more intense. Her hands clenched bed sheets as she felt closer to the edge. And like the wood logs burning into fire, she gave in to the raging inferno caused by her husband’s touch.

With a smile, Ernest climbed on top of her and pinned her wrists to the mattress. Leaning in, he claimed her lips with his, exploring her mouth.

Given how late it was, after a brief moment of intimacy with her husband, Alisha would quickly fall asleep. But there was something about being restrained by him and tasting of herself into their kiss that made eager for more. Locking her legs around him, she pressed his hips closer to her entrance.

He gazed into her eyes once more. “Do you see why we don’t need tests? Your body heat, your juices... Everything tells me you’re ready. And I can’t wait to ravish you, my love.” With that, Ernest sank into her, groaning in delight. Without breaking eye contact, he began to slam in and out of her, watching her writhe beneath him.

Alisha gasped, lost into the feeling of him and the powerful thrust of his hips. Her pulse quickened as his teeth grazed the spot with her shoulder and neck meet. Instinctively, she tried to escape, but he held her wrists tighter. “Ah!”

“Is this alright?”

“Yes.” She panted. “It feels amazing...”

Smirking, he nibbled her earlobe and whispered. “Say my name, Alisha.”

“Ernest…”

“Louder,” he hissed, pushing deeper into her.

“Ernest!” She cried out. Her walls began to throb around his manhood.

“Yes!” He growled whilst his muscles tensed up.

“Ernest, I’m so close…” Alisha wailed, toes curling as she involuntarily tried to pull him closer, though there wasn’t any space left between them.

“Come with me, my love.”

His last request was enough to send her over the edge and she reached ecstasy, screaming his name one more time. Simultaneously, Ernest let out a grunt and spilled himself into his wife.

“You’re incredible, my love,” he said, peppering kisses all over her face before releasing her wrists. He was about to ease himself out of her when Alisha kept him in place.

“Stay?” She pleaded.

“Uh...” Supporting himself on his elbows, Ernest played with a few strands of her hair as he studied her face quietly. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. And I’m not asking you this to be sure I’ll get pregnant. Apparently, it doesn't work that way.” She made a face, making him chuckle softly. “But I can’t let go of you just yet.”

“Then I’ll be happy to oblige,” he muttered, leaning in for more slow and passionate kisses.

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